i really love her style now

I know this nose art is for the Bad Batch, but I can’t help but imagine another Clone Unit with a stronger claim on the Senator as a mascot. (And how much Anakin would FLIP THE FUCK OUT)

— Morale Booster


“REX!”

… And it looks like the paneling repair will have to wait, as his General’s boots appear next to his head beside the transport’s landing gear. He pushes himself out from under the machine on a dolly, flat on his back.

“Sir?”

“What is THAT?!” his fearless leader yelps, pointing dramatically, emphatically upwards and towards the nose.

He scoots out farther, past General Skywalker’s legs, and props himself up on his elbows to take in the three-quarters-finished pinup Hardcase has been taking such pains with for the last four hours.

“Morale booster, sir. Couldn’t do something clever like the 104th and their Plo’s Bros or anything, so–”

“So you chose SENATOR AMIDALA?!” Did his voice just crack? It did.

He shrugs. “Sure. She’s been through enough hell and high water with us.”

“She’s a SENATOR!”

“And she’s a keen eye with that blaster,” he reasons, jerking his head up to the painting, and the flawlessly detailed replica of the Senator’s favored sidearm, primed to fire and held at a jaunty, confident angle. He even got the chipped paint over the trigger guard right.

“Got the looks for it too!” Hardcase yells down from where he’s shading in a long bare stretch of thigh, pausing to vigorously shake his can of spray paint. “We might finally be able to give the 327th a run for their money, with General Secura and all.”

“GENERAL SECURA is half naked on the nose of a transport?!”

“What? No!” Of course not, that’s just tasteless.

There’s a clatter from up above as Hardcase puts his paints down and leans over the scaffolding, a hand wobbling skeptically. “Well… Technically…”

“She’s in her usual outfit, y’know, with the–” Rex explains, and zig-zags a finger down from his head, mimicking the General’s lekku straps. “–and the leather pants.”

“It’s just a little leg, Anakin, I don’t see what you’re so upset about.”

Oh thank all the stars and little planets. Backup. General Kenobi steps up beside his former Padawan to admire the paint job himself. “Excellent work on her hair, Hardcase,” Kenobi continues, tilting his head.

“Thank you, sir. Run a probe with some white and a little metallic gold through the wet paint, gets it to streak so the shine looks real.”

General Skywalker is starting to do that thing where he puffs up like an angry coppi lizard and splutters furiously while he tries to think of something else to be upset about. He can hear Fives rolling his eyes from the opposite side of the transport. General. Honestly. If you’re trying to keep a relationship secret, openly displaying your klik-wide jealous streak is not how you do it.

“The 212’s is worse, anyway,” Kenobi muses idly, as Hardcase carefully adds the supposedly “very distinctive” freckle high on the Senator’s hip, just below the split in her modified favorite Council dress. Skywalker starts to go wide-eyed at that, because his sabacc face out of genuine combat is complete sleenshit, and startles when his master continues.

“She’s on the 212th transport too?!”

“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. We can’t have duplicates, that defeats the purpose,” Kenobi says, in that too-reasonable tone he takes on when he’s deliberately fucking with his former Padawan.

“'Cept Master Ti,” Echo yells, from somewhere inside the paneling he and Rex had been working on.

“Except Master Ti, yes,” Kenobi agrees, and shrugs. “But that’s to be expected. Rather like how so many people have that arm tattoo of a heart with the ribbon that says ‘Mom’.”

Rex personally knew of at least eight other clones that had that exact tattoo, though the ribbon was usually striped like Master Ti’s headtails, and nods agreeably. That seems to have sufficiently diverted Skywalker, or at least confused him.

“Then how is it worse?” Skywalker asks, a little desperately, then his face lights up completely with slightly malicious anticipation. “Is it the Duchess?!”

Oh boy. Rex looks up at Hardcase, who is biting down on his paint-splattered fist to keep from laughing, as General Kenobi gets that look.

“Certainly not,” Kenobi says sternly, and waits a full beat to drop his bombshell. “It’s me.”

Skywalker just stares.

“Though I’m reasonably certain Duchess Kryze had something to do with it, given the way I’m half falling out of my robes.”

Now he looks vaguely green.

“Or it’s some perverse joke of Master Windu’s. It seems his style. Cody refuses to tell me.”

And before Skywalker can come up with anything else to protest, Kenobi adds:

“Besides, Senator Amidala loves it. Hers, I mean. I haven’t asked her about mine.”

Apparently even Jedi can choke on air when sufficiently surprised. But really, where did he think they’d gotten the preliminary sketches from?

Oh you thought I’d forgotten about this artist collab series thing? Naah I’ve been busy drawing other horses for con prep. But it looks like @silfoearts, aka @royalsketchbook, is helping me get back to the swootie this time and god bless

I actually learned a lot from just working with silfoe’s sketch, holy cow she knows how to draw legs that *aren’t* marshmallow. Unbelievable. I mean look at that sweetie’s legs! I always edit collab sketches to try to mix a bit of our styles, but I couldn’t touch those things, they’re perfect! And get this, she can draw ponies with *eyebrows*. I can’t do that I don’t have that kind of technology. Anyways safe to say I really loved working with her sketch not only because I can now… steal… a few style things, but also because it was cute as hell. Wanted to tie in with her blog stuff so the idea was that Sweetie is being babysat by Twi/Luna while Rarity runs around doing canterlot things. I think they’d make for pretty good parents, it’s almost as if a wedding is coming up on royalsketchbook or something.

Anyways, thanks again Silfoe! As for all y’all, enjoy some pretend princess sweetie with not pretend princess princesses

anonymous asked:

Hello friend! Although I've been practicing in digital art for almost 3 years, I'm never completely satisfied by the result of my works. I usually never like the coloring. And from what I've seen you have the most unique and beautiful coloring style. So, I wanted to ask you, how did you find it? How did you expirement and settled in this style? Thank you for your time!

!!!! Thank you so much! ;v; 

We’ll start with ygo !!  because everything else before that is Dark Past and absolutely terrifying Never Again

early 2015, I used to try doing semirealistic art because artists like jiyu-kaze, artgerm, and sakimichan
the last piece took probably 2 weeks???? it was painful lmao

I used to do the thing where you painted everything in grayscale first and then used a bunch of layer modes to layer colors on top, inspired by this, and it carried over to my tg art. it would take maybe long time to finish anything because I didn’t really know how to use it correctly. 

 Then my style started off being inspired by sui-zakki  (the author of tg), especially these pieces xx, x

I switched to using base colors after a while and tried to paint the way ishida did. I really liked the way that his art wasn’t exactly smooth?? or that you could still see the edges of each color next to each other… the colors looked really sharp and abstract. You could say this is the start of the style I have right now <:
Along with base colors, I used a lot of lumi & shade layers to add highlights and shadows. My backgrounds were usually a lot softer and sort of random at the time (I think you can see my style improvement best through the way I drew/colored my backgrounds ‘v’ )

Around 2016ish, the colors I used were lighter because I used less lumi & shade and used more on overlay and multiply layers (this is what I do now) or by coloring with only changes in opacity (this was mostly influenced by ammeja). There’s the prominent geometric edges or whatever in my colors because I started using a more square-ish brush for everything and I really liked how it looked when the colors weren’t seamlessly blended together. (the victor in the center was my first yoi fan art, he looks so different now asjdfjgjgjgjf :’> )

I color in a more blocky/geometric style, and instead of painting my pieces and smoothing them out like the ones above, I just stuck with sketches/lineart (this old tg piece is the one that got me to stick to lineart).
My coloring was mainly influenced by barachan, lanxin, and seventypercentethanol, and their pieces like xx, x
yahoberries (I love her art so much you don’t understand) influenced my blue/white outlines as well as the stray blob of colors that I sometimes don’t erase around my art
I really like crystal/gem-looking colors, and having geometric shapes as highlights or shades looked pretty cool too, so that’s how my style happened <3

Can’t Believe Tracer’s Fucking Dead

I don’t know about y’all but I’m fucking shook.

We knew Doomfist was strong, but he just tore out Tracer’s chronal accelerator, the only thing keeping her in this reality, and bearing in mind this is canon, she’s just been forced back into being the ghost she was before Winston created the accelerator.

As we can see in this image, he didn’t just do some damage, he tore the entire accelerator out from her back, which, must have been incredibly painful, but her entire lifeline was ripped away in one go, which must be emotionally pretty damn traumatising and terrifying in itself. 

It also gives us a really great picture on how strong Doomfist really is.

Winston, is horrified, not just because his work was destroyed but Tracer is his best and closest friend, he saw her disappear once, and now he’s helplessly watching it happen again, with no idea as to whether he’ll be able to get her back this time.

He’s horrified, and in the reflection of his glasses you can see Tracer’s desperation and fear as well, really emphasising the helplessness both of them are feeling, I love this frame because it clearly shows the care he has for his best friend, and watching her slip away again is heartbreaking to see in his expression.

Tracer’s disappearnce is by far the saddest part of this entire animaton, the look on horror on her face especially pictured on the left, I zoomed in more on her face purely for that reason. She looks in disbelief almost, but I personally think she’s been hit by the realisation she has to go back.

She’s desperate, she’s holding her head at first, and then reaching out to Winston in a desperate cry for help.

These three moments show the exact moment Tracer isappears, the moment Winston realises she’s gone, and Winston entering his rage.

It almost shows the stages of grief, except a few stages are missed out, he’s just lost his best friend for a second time, but he needs to act, now, he doesn’t have time to mourn, and so he enters rage within a matter of seconds after Tracer disappears.

But yeah, Tracer’s disappeared again, this leaves some pretty good opporutnities for some character development for all three of them really, Tracer is put into a traumatic experience twice now, I can’t wait to see how she is emotionally after, she is the “happy go-lucky” mascot after all, seeing how this effects her as well as Winston will be very interesting.

Not to mention the resentment that will build up against Doomfist specifically, rather than putting him under Talon as a whole, it’s become a lot more personal now.

Anyway, this is my take on it, I really loved this animation style, and I really love the story that was shown here, and I’m excited to see what happens next honestly.

Growing Pains

Originally posted by harrysimpact

Hello, everyone! I’ve decided to start writing again. This will be a three-part series as of right now so I hope you enjoy the first installment. 

A special shout out to @hcrrystvles for editing this, I love you bb.

dad!harry + teacher!harry

warnings: mentions death, nostalgia, fluff. loads of fluff.

word count: 3,648

summary: the one where Harry’s a school teacher who finds himself teaching the daughter of his first love


Every day that students walked into room 202, they were instantly greeted by the sweet smell of cinnamon buns and vanilla (an air freshener Harry always kept plugged into the wall when he first started working there because it smelt too much like wood). Fairy lights hung above the perimeter of the room, pictures students have drawn covered the wall behind the metallic desk which was covered in magnets. The whole classroom just felt warm. Stepping into Mr. Styles’ year 3 classroom felt like a hug from a friend you haven’t seen in years. It was a safe space for both little ones and teachers alike, no one ever left the room without a bright smile on their face. That was Harry’s specialty.

Harry had taken his job as a teacher very seriously as he took it upon himself to teach the younger generations the most valuable lessons. Not multiplication and cursive writing like the other teachers would say, but things like positivity, acceptance, and kindness. Harry took pride in knowing that when each and every one of his students left his classroom at the end of the year, they carried his teachings with them for the rest of their lives.

Tonight was back to school night and Harry felt himself getting a little nervous as he looked at the time. Parents could be brutal and all he wanted was to be on their good side. He had a feeling this year was about to be little easier though. This year the parents of his students were most likely his age and it brought a strange sense of comfort to him. He could tell because the kids were a lot more open minded and though he wouldn’t admit it, he had a few favorites. Like Harper. The little girl made him feel nostalgic in the strangest way. Maybe it was because she was quite witty for a 7-year-old or that she had an interest in joining his after school choir, but it was something else about her that he couldn’t quite put a finger on.

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Leave Right Now - Harry Styles Imagine

Being back in Holmes Chapel was nice, lovely really. Even after all these years, touring the world and living in LA, Harry felt at home here. He’s smiling while driving through the back streets. He sees his old school and the bakery, then he makes it to his parents house where his family is awaiting his arrival.

“I can’t believe you’re home,” Anne grins while welcoming her son. Harry’s face squishes up against the side of her head as she hugs him tightly.

“Missed ya too mum,” he mumbles before the hug ends. “It’s nice to be here, no where to run off to tomorrow,” Harry states as he looks at his step dad and sister Gemma waiting for an embrace too.

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List of my favourite fanfictions

Some of them are underrated, some are not. This is my list of preferences regarding tumblr fanfics, series and smut only.

FIRST OF ALL it’s my all time favourite Wrong Place Wrong Time by the great @areyouo-kpop. It’s a MAFIA!AU and it even has a sequel WPWT The Aftermath. It’s written in Reader x Exo perspective and you have it all in there! Romance, action, cliff hangers, plot twists. There are some warnings though, so please read it only if you have a strong soul lmao. Good news, both of them are completed so you can binge read them! It’s worth it, i promise.

Now, i will just enumerate the next ones. There’s not a certain order, they’re all just really GOOD.

Black and White by @baekingpancakes (ongoing series, 10 chapters posted). Warning: there’s some smut in the last chapter posted. Really good writing and the plot is really cute! Totally recommend this as a light read after a hard day or busy schedule. Bad Boy! AU, Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader. Love is at front, so be ready to feel it all.

Nothing More  by @peachykaix (complete series). Well well well, this is full time angst. Paring: Baekhyun x Reader. Be ready to feel attacked and go on an emotional roallercoaster. The writing and plot are really on point, by far one of the best writing styles i got the chance to read. Perfect for binge reading (you won’t be able to help yourself, trust me).

Cherry Blossoms by @shesdreamingfics (complete series). Paring: Chanyeol x Reader. Damn, i can confess, this is by far the most beautiful plot i ever encountered. Warning: full time angst. Be ready to have all the feels. The writing is really good, and boiii the author deserves more recognition! This fanfic is one of those stories you wish you had as a book to cry over at night.

Two sides of a coin by @spacedoutlover (ongoing series, 7 chapters posted). This series is a  Arranged Marriage!AU/Mafia!AU, pairing: Jongin x Reader. Boy, let me tell you about this fic. It has it all! From love, to action and then some smut. Characters are really well described, the writing style is one of my favourite, and not to mention the PLOT. The plot is really something i have never read, really refreshing and different. 

Saviour by @oh-beyond (ongoing series, 20 chapters posted). Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader in an Business AU. I can only warn you to get ready for an emotional roller coaster, this series has drama, love, angst and some smut. Totally TV series material. Characters are on point, writing style is good, and not to mention the plot. It mentions OT12, has a happy Lay in it (as far as i read it), what more could i ask for?

Not to brag but my current favourite is 44335557! from @areyouo-kpop (she has the best action plots for me). This series is now complete! Exo members present in the fic are: Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol. School!AU but not really, i mean i just love her stories, they’re full. 

#SMUT - mature audience (18+)

everything from @exostace @smuttyfairy @8bityeol and @kpopfanfictrash 

I really want to thank you all for writing such good stories.

GRUVIA IS CANON and I am so happy! ♥ a lot of people have already said what I think about the scene in chapter 545 so I won’t write much… I was disappointed at first because I expected more, but now I can definitely state that I loved it. I’ve always wanted them to keep the matching scars from 499 and I didn’t expect Mashima to let Juvia have hers, not at all, so I am really glad. Chapter 499 was the proof of their mutual feelings and now they even have the “physical” proof of their love! I love their dynamic as a couple too, it’s very, very cute. “You are mine” also says it all <3

I am posting this re-colouring with my style of Gray and Juvia in the magazine cover as a thank you to my fandom. I wish I joined earlier but this year on tumblr was really enjoyable thanks to all of you!  I am really grateful for all the support you always give to my Gruvia posts and especially colorings… and I will surely colour and edit more ^-^ thanks so much!

I am gonna mention just some people, but keep in mind that my thank you is for ALL the awesome Gruvia fandom. :)
@skay, @wiinterliebend, @vally-00, @shuvia-lu, @pennytf, @fatedsong, @budokai3song, @samiichan, @juviaadler, @unisonraidd, @damnedkik, @frosthsea, @gjconnie, @sarapyon, @sidneymarek, @gjconnie, @hikariintan, @chsabina, @rchella, @giushia 

Special thanks to all the Gruvia ladies who blessed us with their analysis and essays, they have done so much for us and Gruvia and that’s beyond amazing! ♥♥
@rieriebee, @squisherific, @dooshiedoosh @tea-lief @kanarenee @shir0usagi @chanting-to-u

Last but not least, my mention goes to my bff @erzawesome who has been enduring my saltiness and rants since forever (♥ much love). I will miss having bets on Gruvia/FT chapters with you so much, even if I always lose LMAO. THANKS for everything T_T

(sorry if I “forgot” someone, but we’re a lot… so… haha)

Kylie Ryder

Here is my first EVER commission, and it was for the lovely, the beautiful, the amazing @havvk-e !! Thank you so much for helping me with this whole idea, commissions were never something I thought I was good enough for but hey ho here we are haha!

I hope you like her darling, she was a pleasure to draw! I had so much fun! <33

*insert commissions information post here*

" if David Bowie hasn't slept with Styles yet, then he doesn't resemble Jagger.” VERY LONG THREAD of parallels

Alright if you want it so badly… You really wanna go there…

You really want me to give you the dirt…

NOT SAYING THEY ARE SPOT ON DOPPELGANGERS 

btw

Any Rolling Stones fans, please don’t take this the wrong way, i will not say one is better than the other. This is just for us to celebrate their similarities. And as the song goes “ Mick Jagger could be Harry’s dad. Vas Happenin’ mum? Vas Happenin’ Mick? “

Exhibit a)

Them laughing together sure is something.

Awe cuddling and relaxing. Nice!

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Unfaithful: Product of Love (Bill Skarsgård)

PART 6

She stopped in her tracks, looking at Bill with a terrified expression. He had no idea what she had learned in the past few hours, but oh did it ever feel like he did.

“What… what are you doing here?” she asked, almost breathlessly. She was shocked by his presence, tall and domineering as he straightened from his casual position against the light grey wall beside her apartment door.

He slowly walked towards her, closing the gap between them. She bit her lip and crossed her arms under her chest protectively, gripping onto the dark wool fabric with her fingers. His movements scared her, like she was going to spill the truth the second he looked down at her with those pale green orbs. When he did, she finally saw how intense they were. She took a deep breath.

“You haven’t been answering my calls. We were supposed to go out for dinner tonight, remember?” He reminded her, tone a bit angered, “You said that we could talk about this.”

He was very close to her now, only a single person could squeeze through the gap between them if they tried hard enough. The closeness never would have bothered her before, if anything, she would have been desperate for him to be even nearer. She craved the way he touched her, slow and deliberate to quick and hot per her request.

She simply nodded at his remark, knowing that she was in the wrong. “I know, I’m sorry. I left my phone inside the apartment when I went out for a walk. I should have brought it with me,” she apologized, meeting his gaze.

“It’s fine,” he waved her apology off, “Can we please speak now?”

She looked down and gave him a slight nod, unable to watch him as she did so.

She fished her silver keys out from her jacket pocket and stepped to the side, walking around him to get to the door. He turned and followed her, watching as she shoved the key into the lock and twisted it. The metal clicked and she pushed the front door open, stepping into the apartment then holding the door open for him to follow.

He gave her a polite nod and strolled back into his old home, finding that it looked exactly the same. She had not decorated or renovated in the time he had been gone, every piece of furniture still sat in its original spot and she continued to place her coat on the same hook she always had. It appeared as though she had simply moved on without him. It pained his heart.

“Do you want to sit? Maybe in the uh- living room?” she suggested, biting her lip and fiddling with her fingers nervously.

“Sure,” he agreed, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the hook beside hers.

She wandered down the hallway, past the kitchen and into the large living area. She took a seat on the black leather sofa, crossing her legs as she did so. It’s time to face him. Bill appeared not a few moments later in the doorframe, looked at his lover, then sat down opposite to her in a cushioned chair. He leaned back into the plush fabric.

She continued to fiddle her fingers, twisting the two gold rings around her smooth skin in an attempt to distance herself from him.

“Why have you been dodging me?” he broke the silence, causing her to stop what she was doing.

Her whole body went rigid. There was no way she was going to tell him what was going on in her mind - her body. She couldn’t bear to speak about the baby yet. No, she would not say what the exact reason was for her cancellation on this day.

“Why do you think, Bill? You cheated on me,” she said emotionlessly. It was like all of the anger and frustration had left her body, leaving her only with the sad fact: Bill cheated. All of the passion and intensity that occurred when he first told her the news was gone, only two sad and lonely people were left in its wake. She sounded exhausted, no longer in the mood to deal with the situation. It had only been just over a week, but it felt like a lifetime.

“You agreed to a dinner where we could discuss this like adults. Instead, you’ve ignored me all day,” he scolded, earning a sharp look from her.

“Are you seriously going to sit there and tell me that I was acting childish? Really, Bill? I am the child even though you couldn’t keep it in your pants? Makes sense,” she refuted harshly.

He sighed, running a hand through his styled brown locks, “I know. I know that I fucked someone else, but you promised-”

I promised to fucking love you forever and so did you,” she firmly cut him off. “We always spoke about the wonderful future we could have, a cottage, marriage and… children,” she swallowed deeply, knowing that the last fantasy was now a reality, yet not in the way they had hoped for.

He couldn’t stand it anymore, listening to her spell out all these futures as if they were no longer achievable. Despite his actions, he loved her more than anything. He would never feel the same way about anyone else, no matter what that night at the club had shown. He was riled with a passion that forced him to stand, stride around the coffee table and kneel down in front of her.

She looked down at him in awe, lips parted and brows drawn in. Never before had he looked so small, so in need of her affections. Bill, typically the embodiment of honour and loyalty, knelt before her in shame, so desperately sorry for what he had done to her. He took her small hands in his large ones and gave them a squeeze. His head dipped forward and forehead met her knee, leaving him completely bowed to her. He would do anything - anything - it took to get her back.

She allowed him to do this, to hold her hands and bury his face into her jean-clothed legs. Yet she stared down at him in utter confusion, not knowing what had came over him. Faintly, she could hear his sobs. His body soon became wracked with them.

I love you, I love you, I love you,” he cried into her legs. “I am… so sorry, for all the harm I’ve inflicted on you. She meant nothing to me, absolutely nothing. It’s you that I love and always will,” he regretted, finally tilting his head up so his eyes could meet hers.

She took a deep breath, absorbed everything, and tears glazed over her eyes. “Why…” she began, her eyes darting away from his. “Why wasn’t I good enough?” she whispered, so quietly he almost didn’t hear her.

His expression instantly changed into one of worry, eyes wide and lips parted. “No, no, no. Sweetheart,” he soothed her, long fingers moving to wipe the tears that rolled down her cheeks. He felt awful. Somehow, he had made her believe she wasn’t worthy of him, when in actuality, it was him that wasn’t good enough for her.

She sniffled. “She must have been prettier, sexier, taller,” he shook his head repeatedly, but she continued on, “You told me you wanted to get married, spend every single day of the rest of your life with me. You once said that I was the only woman you would want to have your children. What happened, Bill? Why wasn’t I good enough?” She wept, tears now cascading down her beautiful face.

His eyes got wet. “No, Darling. Please. You are perfect,” he assured her, his hold on her hands growing tighter. He stared up at her, pleading for her eyes to meet his.

She yanked her hands out of his and stood. Brushing him aside, she strode to the window, the same one she looked out of one very rainy night not long ago, and clamped a hand over her mouth. Her sobs were muffled as she looked out the window and cried. The sky was grim and dreary. Soon, thunder would begin to rumble and bring an evening shower over Stockholm.

Clearly not,” she retorted, “If I was, why would you want someone else?”

He pushed himself off his knees and rose until he was straight again. “I don’t want anyone else. Do you hear me? No one,” he declared, “You are mine and I am yours.

A package of cigarettes on the desk to her left caught her eye and before she could register what she was doing, she snagged it. Tearing the top off, she fished out a cigarette and stuck it between her lips. She reached down to her pocket in search of her lighter, but froze when she felt it missing. Of course she no longer carried her lighter, she was ashamed that she had forgotten why in the heat of the moment.

Please don’t,” he pleaded, hating himself more by the minute as he watched her prepare to light the smoke.

Completely ignoring Bill, she pulled the cigarette from her lips and dropped it immediately. Her eyes were wide as she fully comprehended what she had almost done. Fresh tears pooled in her eyes and she sniffled, glad the cigarette was no longer between her fingers.

Y/N?” he asked, terrified, as he watched her sink to the floor, hugging her body tightly.

She cried. She cried for herself, Bill and their unborn child. Every emotion she had felt for the past one and a half weeks spilled out of her body in the form of tears.

He fell to the hardwood floor beside her and took her into his arms. She didn’t protest, only allowed him to clutch her smaller body in his strong, long arms. The feeling was comforting yet foreign. She had spent countless nights, received console and had moments of pure bliss in his arms.

Sweetheart,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. He took a deep breath to compose himself, “Tell me what’s going on.” He knew she wasn’t the one to get overly upset about things, even something as important as his faithfulness. He knew that something else must be weighing on her mind.

Her cheek was pressed into his clothed chest, wetting the cotton fabric with her tears. She hated to admit that the comfort of his arms was beginning to overcome the anger she was feeling towards him. Yet, she didn’t want him to know about her secret, hoping to keep it to herself for as long as possible.

“No. I… I can’t, Bill. You should leave,” she spoke, pulling her head off his chest and wiping her eyes.

He didn’t allow her to move far, keeping his grip on her body the exact same. “No. I’m not leaving you alone,” he pressed, “Not like this.”

“Bill…” she urged softly, wanting him to leave her.

No,” he stated, firm and authoritative, “You mean the world to me. I’m not going to leave you alone in this state.”

Her head fell back into his chest, utterly exhausted and defeated. There was no way he would agree to her pleas, so it was not worth trying.

She sniffled and he stroked her hair. “I need some time alone for awhile. I have… some personal matters to take care of, Bill,” she explained slowly, making sure to choose her words carefully.

He stopped combing his fingers through her hair and moved them down to to face, caressing the smooth skin of her cheek. “What is it? What’s going on?” he inquired. His eyebrows drew in and a faint look of concern presented itself on his striking features.

She shook her head and took a hold of his fingers, moving them away from her skin; she didn’t want him to touch her now. “It’s fine, Bill. I have it under control,” she assured him.

“Does it concern me?” he dared to ask, respectfully keeping his hand by his side.

She couldn’t meet his eyes, realizing it was a lot harder to lie to him than she imagined. They had always told each other the truth, no matter how hard it was to hear. It was that promise that made him tell her what happened that night at the club, instead of withholding the information. Honesty helped fortify their relationship, then brought it crashing down years later.

Slowly, she untangled his arms from her waist and slid out of his grip. She rose to her feet and padded back to the window, arms crossed under her breasts. He mirrored her movements, rising to his feet soon after.

“Does it?” he asked quietly, knowing in his heart that it did.

Instead of shaking her head, she gave him a slight nod, confirming his suspicions.

He calmly walked towards her, watching as she leaned back against the wooden window frame, and stopped a few paces before her. He looked at her expectantly, urging her to tell him what was happening.

She folded her arms tighter under her chest. Now or never…


The bedroom was completely dark, only lit by the moon shining through the large window.

Bill was pressing soft, close-mouthed kisses onto the smooth skin over her stomach. His elbows were propped up on the sheets, one on either side of her, holding his weight as he leaned his body back.

Bill,” she gently moaned. He looked up at her from his spot on her lower body. “I’m not pregnant yet,” she reminded him.

He pressed a final kiss to her stomach, lingering there for a few moments, then advanced back up her body. His lips captured hers and she smiled into the kiss, feeling his hand slip back down her neck, collarbone and breasts, until it reached her stomach. She laughed against his lips, her own forming a small grin.

He removed his full lips from hers and looked down at her, watching her smile grow wider. “You don’t know that,” he teasingly protested, “You could be pregnant right now.”

She laughed. “I suppose so,” she agreed.

He continued to stroke her stomach as he leaned back down onto the mattress, his hand re-warming her skin that had just began to cool down.

“Do you want a boy or a girl?"she wondered, gazing up at the ceiling as she laid on her back.

He moved onto his side, body facing hers. "One of each,” he quipped, resulting in a playful strike on his chest from his lover.

“Don’t be greedy,” she laughed, eyes gleaming as she turned her head to the side to face him.

He smiled. “It doesn’t matter to me. They’ll be beautiful either way, just like their mother,” he answered truthfully.

She caressed his cheek with the pads of her fingers, carefully grazing over the pronounced bone structure. “They’ll look like you no matter what; you know your genes are remarkably strong.” she teased, yet it really wasn’t a lie. All of his brothers and sisters looked strangely similar, making it clear that his genes were most likely the dominant.

He nodded, knowing she was speaking the truth. “They’ll be just like you, then; kind… loving… and intelligent,” he leisurely listed.

She smiled and leaned over him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “I love you,” she said.

He flipped them over, her body now underneath his for the second time that night. “I love you,” he echoed, wrapping her legs around his hips.

She looked at him, a confused look on her face. “Again?” she wondered.

In response, he simply placed his lips onto hers, kissing her passionately as he pushed himself inside of her. A sharp moan slipped from his lover’s lips as he slowly began to roll his hips against hers.

“We might as well improve our chances,” he reasoned.

She held onto his upper back tightly, her hands moving up and down with his actions. He took his time with her, feeling no need to rush anything. He planned on showing her how much he loved her, and the child that would soon develop inside of her.

Once they finished, Bill pulled her chest flush against his and slowly traced his fingers along her spine.

Soon, they dozed off into a pleasant sleep, each of them having no idea that they had just conceived.

Now, they both had all they could ever ask for in one room.

Unfortunately, neither of them knew that.


She took a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever was to follow. She hesitantly met his gaze, “Bill… I-” she looked down, “I’m pregnant.”

The whole atmosphere changed, going from tense to void of all emotion. She continued to stare at the wooden floorboards, having no idea what his reaction was.

“You’re… Are you certain?” he checked.

She scoffed, meeting his eyes once again. “Of course I’m certain, Bill. I wouldn’t tell you if I wasn’t-”

He was in front of her in two easy steps, hands cupping her cheeks and lips pressed against hers, effectively cutting her off. She pushed him back, hands spread out on his chest.

“What… what are you doing?” she questioned, her voice thick with emotion.

He removed her hands from his chest and took them in his own before smiling. “I love you so much. I love you and I love our baby. I will do anything - anything - to prove myself to you,” he said passionately, eyes staring straight inside of her.

“I- I,” she stuttered, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Her words came out thickly, “I love you, Bill. I hate that I do but… there’s nobody else; there will never be someone else, only you.”

They looked at each other in silence for a few moments, each of them taking in what had just happened. They were going to be parents, she still loved him and he would do anything to show her how he felt. A once loving relationship was now beginning to mend.

He spread out his arms for her. With a weak smile, she slipped into them, a sigh of content falling from her lips when his long arms circled around her back, holding her tightly.

“A baby, Bill. Our own baby,” she wept happily, tears of joy sliding down her cheeks.

He wiped them away with the pad of his thumb, tearfully smiling as well. “Oh, God. I love you so much, Darling. Always,” he promised, planting a kiss on her forehead.

I love you, Bill.”

He sniffled, “I love you.”


She held the youngest Skarsgård, Kolbjörn, in her arms and bounced him on her knee. He giggled, his face filled with a innocent, childish joy. Little Kolbjörn loved her very much, along with Ossain, who was equally fascinated by her. Maybe it was because she was newer, more fresh and exciting to them than their half brothers and sister, but either way, they were always pleased when Bill brought her around.

“Y/N?” Kolbjörn called softly, gaining her attention and she paused her conversation with Alexander.

“Yes?” she asked, tilting her head down to meet his eyes.

“Will we have cake soon?” he wondered impatiently.

She let out a small laugh, eyes gleaming as she kept bouncing the child on her leg. “Soon,” she promised. “Your parents and siblings are still cleaning up the kitchen. Except Alexander because he’s lazy,” she teased, earning a wide grin from Kolbjörn and a laugh from the eldest Skarsgård son.

“I’m tired,” Kolbjörn complained.

She stopped bouncing him. “Do you want to nap for a bit? I can take you upstairs?” she suggested.

He shook his little head and leaned into her chest. “Can I stay with you?” he asked.

She rubbed his back, allowing his cheek to rest just under her collarbone. “Of course,” she assured him.

Kolbjörn closed his eyes and dozed off, leaving her to look up at Alexander and smile. She continued to softly stroke his back when his breaths became slower. His gentle breathing sent warm air fanning over her skin.

She was so entranced by the small child which she held to her chest, that she didn’t hear Bill wander into the room.

“Hej,” Alexander casually acknowledged his brother. This caught her attention.

She lifted her eyes to peer at her boyfriend, who muttered back a faint hello to Alexander, before looking to her. She noted that he was now staring at her intently. His pale green orbs got darker with intensity as he crossed his arms and leaned against the beige wall, watching her cradle his half-brother.

He couldn’t help but feel a stir deep in his stomach as he watched the two. It was not a pang of desire - rather a strong sense of motivation after seeing how wonderful she looked with a boy just older than a baby in her arms. Kolbjörn’s cheek was pressed against her exposed skin and he had his small arms in the valley of her breasts as he slept soundly. He knew she would be the mother who bore his children.

She looked at him timidly, but held his intense stare, still unconsciously stroking his half-brother’s back. For a moment, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if Kolbjörn was their child, or if they had a baby of their own. She knew exactly what he was thinking: they should have children of their own soon. He wanted kids, that was no surprise, but this was the first time he had actually seen her with one and it only confirmed that she would make an excellent mother.

“Dad, uh- wants you in the kitchen to help prepare the cake,” Bill said.

She nodded. Wrapping her arms around Kolbjörn’s tiny body, she slowly stood from the sofa, as not to wake him, and strolled over to her lover. His eyes were wide as she came closer to him, cradling the younger Skarsgård against her chest.

She stood right in front of him and looked up at him nervously. “Will you take him? He’s… really tired,” she explained, taking a deep breath.

Bill nodded, his eyes still on hers, and extended his arms. Carefully, not wanting to disturb Kolbjörn’s sleep, she slipped the boy into Bill’s arms. Instinctively, he took a proper hold of the boy and held him to his chest, Kolbjörn’s small head resting in the crook of Bill’s neck. She felt compelled to look up, her hands still holding the young boy’s waist, and finally met Bill’s gaze. She inhaled sharply; an outsider would assume that was their child and she, the mother, was handing the boy off to him, the father, so she could move to another task. She sensed that he felt this way too, like Kolbjörn could be their own.

“Got him?” She asked quietly.

Bill nodded and she slowly slid her hands off the boy’s waist.

Giving her lover a nervous smile, she padded off to the kitchen to help Stellan, leaving Bill with his youngest and eldest brothers. He took a seat on the couch beside Alexander and leaned back against the plush cushion.

“One day, brother,” Alexander spoke with a grin.

Bill raised a brow.

“You’ll be the one give Dad his second grandchild, a grandson most likely with our track record,” his eldest brother joked.

Bill looked down at the sleeping boy in his arms and saw him in a way he never had before.

“Maybe,” he agreed, staring at the small boy’s closed eyes.

“I wish you both the best; she’s a sweet girl,” Alexander pointed out, “Dad loves her and that right there makes her a keeper.”

Bill laughed and Kolbjörn stirred in his arms. “I want one. I’m ready,” he told his older brother, turning his head to look at him.

Alexander thought about those statements. “Is she?” he wondered.

Bill looked down at his baby brother.

“I hope so.”


“I’m glad you came here tonight,” she mumbled into his chest.

He smiled, knowing that she could not even begin to imagine how much he loved her. “Can I stay?” he dared to ask.

She considered his request for a moment, then nodded. “Yes. It’s been to long,” she confessed.

Bill knelt in front of her, balanced himself on his knees, then reached to take her hips into his hands. She watched as he slowly lifted up her blouse, letting the cool air hit her skin, then pressed his lips to her belly. She carded a hand through his hair, sighing in content at the feeling of his lips running over her skin. It really had been too long.

“I love you too,” he whispered into her skin.

Her heart was overwhelmed with happiness at his words; he was there for the long haul. They would have their first child, get married, have more children, then watch them grow until they became adults themselves, no longer in need of parents. Their children would go on to find a love of their own.

His eyes flickered up, meeting hers. He pressed another kiss to her stomach and she smiled.

They had found each other again.


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Stupid Questions

Part one if you missed it!

Synopsis: You are a new and upcoming superstar and during an interview, you get asked questions about the one and only Harry Styles. 

PREVIOUSLY: 

“Okay so this is how the stage is going to be set up, your pianist will be here, drums, violin, guitar, everything. And on Wednesday, we can rehearse. Sound good?” The producer tells you while pointing, but you couldn’t really focus on anything. All you could hear or see were those comments people left under the interview.

“Yes, thank you so much!” Stacy says, still holding your hand. You and Stacy begin to walk off the stage to go talk to the other directors. “Hey Y/N!” You hear someone call your name and when you turn around, it’s the last person you want to see.

“It’s me Harry!” He smiles and all you can do is tear up.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

I’ve been admiring their art for a while now, and I finally got the chance to commission!

Thank you so much to @choco-minto for drawing the space wife for me! Even made sure to give her the all-important emergency induction port. The picture really captures Tali’s character and I love the lineless chibi style to boot!

GAAAAH everyone go see @choco-minto ’s art she’s astounding! <3

Some of my ARMS head cannons

Spring Man
- rock climbing is a hobby of his
- he’s really good at it too
- will take the time to train with other ARMS fighters (or any fighters in general) to give them pointers
- has gotten tangled up in his arms numerous times (everyone probably has, tbh)
- once got kicked out of a pizza buffet place for eating too much pizza
- has probably gotten kicked out of lots of other places (including Min Min’s family’s shop) for eating too much
- gets up early to spend a ridiculous amount of time getting his hair the way it looks
- either that or it’s part of his ARMS mutation and made of actual spring
- has probably tried every possible combination of pizza and liked them all
- probably helps kids with ARMS adjust to their new mutation
- went through a short phase where he tried to fight crime or be a super hero or something

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Lolita films/ shows/ manga

Interested in watching some lolita centric films and shows? Here are a few of my favorites~!


Musashino-Sen No Shimai (2012) - also a manga

A tale of two NEET sisters, unemployed but in love with lolita fashion! They live the high life and go shopping often. Ranko became wealthy off of the financial market, but they want to get jobs, eventually landing them a job at a maid cafe! 

I love this movie because its a blend of cute fashion with an even cuter work life! Both of the sisters have very strong personalities and play off of each other very well. I’ve only seen the movie but the manga continues on in the storyline.

Shimotsuma Monogatari / Kamikaze Girls (2004) - also a manga, and original novel.

I don’t think I have to say much about this film. If you haven’t seen it then you should get on it asap. I feel like this film was the gateway into the fashion for a lot of people who are now lolita veterans (hehe)

Deka Wanko (2011) - originally a manga

Such a good drama! Lolita + Actions + Guns = Amazing. The twist? Ichiko is a rookie detective. She has a powerful sense of smell that helps her solve difficult cases! In this you’ll see cameos from Misako and other popular models!

Gokinjo Monogatari (1995) - manga turned anime! 

A story of 2 fashion students going through their everyday lives. It’s a really great love story and it showcases a lot of great fashion styles from the 90s! You can really see where the lolita style influences evolve within this series. Ai Yazawa has always kept her eye on the eccentric styles of tokyo’s streets so its a really great read/ watch in regards to that! 




Paradise Kiss (1999 )- manga turned anime

From the same creator of Gokinjo Monogatari, Ai Yazawa brings us another great fashion adapted love story, but this time coming from a models point of view. One of the main characters, Miwako, is the younger sister of the main character in Gokinjo Monogatari. She is practically the embodiment of lolita style in ‘99! Her personality is so charming and cute! I would give this a watch/ read just for her presence. 


Ai Ore! - Danshikou no Hime to Joshikou no Ouji

I couldn’t really come up with a synopsis without going around in circles so here’s a quote! 

“A Gender Crossed Rock and Roll Love Story

Mizuki is the female prince of her all-girls school and the lead guitarist in an all-girl rock band. Akira is the male princess of his all-boys school and wants to join her band. Love may be on his mind, but romance is difficult when everyone keeps mistaking Mizuki for a boy and Akira for a girl!

When the lead singer of Blaue Rosen announces she is moving overseas, Akira does all he can to convince Mizuki and her bandmates to let him join. But will a resistant Mizuki allow him into her band, much less her heart?”

Wow this movie has a plethora of cameos of models from the lolita industry. It especially showcases our one and only Akira in a dreamy role where she is the frontman of a band. You’ll even see Misako and Midori in a couple of scenes!  Please check it out for yourself~ It’s great! 

Enjoy and happy watching!!

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Meet the college student Harry Styles wrote the song 'Carolina' about

The mystery girl who pop star Harry Styles wrote about in love song ‘Carolina’ is a beautiful 20-year-old college student he met on a blind date, DailyMail.com can reveal.

The star was clearly bowled over by pretty brunette Townes Adair Jones who he met in Los Angeles a couple of years ago.

And the One Direction heartthrob decided to include her - and details of their memorable liaison - on his self-titled debut solo album.

DailyMail.com can reveal that Styles, 23, met Townes through mutual friends of her sister, actress Gilland Jones, while on a break from recording his album.

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BITTER MEME.
( change pronouns as needed. )

  • “i don’t even know what’s real.”
  • “fuck it, keep on drowning.”
  • “you see all these chicks, and now your girl ain’t even write back.”
  • “don’t know how to make you feel.”
  • “no one really cares when you talk loud.”
  • “now i’m here, thinking that i messed up.”
  • “and i’m trying to explain it, but you’re never around.”
  • “we don’t pray for love.”
  • “switch up my style, i take any lane.”
  • “don’t want none of your time.”
  • “i only love it when you touch me, not feel me.”
  • “when i’m fucked up, that’s the real me.”
  • “i only fuck you when it’s half past five.”
  • “the only time i’d ever call you mine.”
  • “who are you to judge?”
  • “pacify her, she’s getting on my nerves.”
  • “you like to say that you’re right.”
  • “did it make you feel bad when you cheated on your man last night?”
  • “did i ever cross your mind?”
  • “don’t forget about me.”
  • “i’m no good without you.”
  • “you say you love me, but you act like you don’t.”
  • “someone told me to stay away from things that aren’t yours.”
  • “but was he really yours if he wanted me so bad?”
  • “stop lying with those words.”
  • “some people got real problems.”
  • “i’m only human, after all.”
  • “i like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies.”
  • “you say that you’re no good for me.”
  • “kiss me hard before you go.”

     Y/N is really craving eggs and Harry loves her so he gets her eggs. 


 listen, im somewhat drunk and this popped in my head, it’s also not edited so please dont hate me. also requests are always open as is my ask box. I love talking about anything not just Harry. thats all, thank you, J.

“I’m really craving some orange juice right now,” Harry looked at his girlfriend before looking down to where they were connected and back at her again before making a face, “Love, as much as I appreciate the total honesty here i’d like to think your mind is on other things.” he grunted and thrust up into her a bit harder, she grabbed for his shoulders shifting a knee up “oh I am, I could also go for some eggs, but like not any eggs like good eggs-” she was cut off by herself groaning Harry hitting a deeper spot inside her. “What kind of eggs?” 

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Teacher Benefits (Harry Styles Au)

Pairing: English Teacher!Harry x Science (Y/N)

Word: 1.5k

Summary: Harry is fond on his coworker (Y/N)

“Okay class, you will be having a quiz on this information next class so please ask questions!” She tried to urge her science class into studying for their next quiz. “Ms (Y/L/N), what do you think of that new english teacher Mr. Styles?” One of your students asked suggestively. “Well, if you should know. He seems like a really nice guy; I don’t talk to him though.” She admitted. “Awww, well that’s a bummer because he seems quite fond of you.” A student shouted. This surprised you, “he does?” Harry looked like the type to like your blonde coworker, Ana. Which is why the news about Harry being fond of you surprised you.


“Mr. Styles, we told her. You owe us 10 bucks now.” You overheard your students say around the corner. “Wait, why would you guys do that? I could lose my job. Teachers aren’t supposed to date one another, ” He stressed to the kids. “Oh, we are really sorry. It’s just that you two are our favorite teachers and we totally ship you.” They both apologized to him. “It’s okay ladies, just please don’t try that again. I love teaching you guys and I’m sure Ms. (Y/L/N) does too,” preaching to the two teenage girls. “Okay, okay. We are sorry. We won’t do it again.” They both said defensively.


After, (Y/N)’s last class ended; she was preparing for the next day, she heard a gentle knock on the door. “Come on in!” She yelled loud enough for her visitor to hear. “Hi, Ms. (Y/L/N). I just would like to apologize for our students’ behavior. It was really unprofessional on my part; it won’t happen again.” He said reassuring her.

“Please, call me (Y/N) and you don’t have to apologize. Sometimes teenage girls like to meddle in our business.” (Y/N) tried to lighten the subject. “Are you sure? I mean I could get them detention or something.” Harry rambled on and on. “It’s fine, no need to go through all the stress.” Laughing at how nervous he was. Harry had finally relaxed when (Y/N) told him that it was okay several times, “I know that we can’t date within the workplace but maybe we can get coffee or something? Maybe lunch, since we have the same time off? We can be friends with teacher benefits.” They both laughed at the that idea, but (Y/N) had agreed to it. What’s the harm of two teachers hanging out outside of school and getting lunch and coffee? She thought. 


“Good morning, Ms (Y/L/N).” Harry had passed by you and a couple of your students; the two that were the reason for yours and Harry’s friendship.

“Oh my god, Ms. (Y/L/N)! Are you and Mr. Styles a thing? Because it totally looks like it.” The girls were trying to get the scoop of Harry and (Y/N)’s relationship so they could gossip to the whole female population at the school. “Nothing is going on ladies, please stop asking about my life.” It sounding harsher than she really meant, but it had done the job and it shut the two girls up.

But if only their students knew how close they really were; after the two had their encounter they had lunch with each other everyday for months, even hung out after school. When Harry was up late grading, (Y/N) would be the one to bring him a nice home cooked meal and some coffee and maybe a little dessert. “(Y/N), you really didn’t have to go out of your way to do this.” Opening the door to his flat; she pushed past him and set everything down on his kitchen table. “You shouldn’t work so hard without eating, H. So a home cooked meal should do the job.” She said matter of factly. “Ya know, (Y/N). I would think you’re in love with me, from all this food.” He joked with her. “Haha, yeah. Well good news is I don’t like you; just holding things against you whenever I need supplies for the classroom. Remember, just teacher benefits Harry.”  

They had always felt the need to remind each other whenever they got mushy. Harry and (Y/N) both liked each other; hell even their coworkers could see how fond they for each other, but then both stubborn it wasn’t going to get far.


“Harry, you should ask Ms. (Y/L/N) to chaperone with you for the school dance considering you’ll be leaving soon.” Harry’s eyes grew wide at one of his big mouthed coworker, he gave them a glare suggesting for them to shut up. “And where exactly is Harry going?” She hissed, more to Harry. “You didn’t hear? Our buddy, Mr. Styles has a big job offer at one of those prestigious universities.” Their coworker kept on spilling more and more of Harry’s secret; Harry having to dig himself into a bigger hole.

“So what do ya say, (Y/N)? You’re going to go to the dance with my buddy, Styles?” Jim asked for Harry, slinging his arm around his shoulder. “I’m sure he’ll clean up nicely” As much as (Y/N) wanted to leave and say no; she knew she couldn’t do that. Harry actually wasn’t obligated to tell her anything, he wasn’t even her boyfriend. There was no need for him to tell her anything; she had no right to be upset. 

“Sure, Harry. Pick me up at 7.” She was trying to seem happy by forcing a genuine smile for Harry. He deserved this job opportunity; he worked hard and she knew it. She was just upset for her own selfish reasons.  


“Woah, you look so uh nice.” Harry’s eyes grew wide and his mouth hung, his eyes traveled her whole body. “I got you this,” handing (Y/N) a corsage. He was really nervous for someone that wasn’t going to actually be apart of it. Harry felt like he was back in highschool; less acne but still sweaty and clammy. “Thank you so much H, but you do know that we are chaperoning the dance? Not being apart of it.” She giggled at how sweet the gesture was, even when she was mad at Harry he still managed to be kind and selfless.

The pair made their way to the car; an awkward silence was presented throughout the car. “(Y/N), I hope you know I really wanted to tell you as soon as I found out but I wasn’t sure if I was going to take it because I didn’t want to leave you.” He admitted to you. “You better take this job or I am going to kick your butt. Remember Harry, just teacher benefits.” (Y/N) had to remind him again but Harry was tired of this. He was a grown man; a man that would wear his heart on his sleeve. He knew his feelings for (Y/N); he wanted her. 

“C’mon, let’s go on in before our students think we’re making out in my car.” Harry ran to her side of the car just to open for her, “you didn’t have to do all that. I’m capable of opening my own doors.” Harry rolled his eyes at her, but he loved how independent of a woman she was. (Y/N) was extremely admirable in his eyes. He saw everything she does as the greatest gift. 


Harry and (Y/N) were walking around the whole entirety of the decorated gym; just to make sure students weren’t dancing inappropriately or just spiking the punch. They were enjoying the time they were spending with each other; both dancing to songs that were from around their time.

A slow song had finally played, the students all groaned and they all began to leave the dance floor. “May I have this dance?” Harry asked her in a posh accent and bowing a bit. “Yes, you may.” She tried speaking in a British accent but it was a failed attempt.

They were swaying to the music; whispering things into each other’s ears.

“(Y/N), where do you think this relationship would go?” He wasn’t trying seem desperate, but he wanted her. These past couple of months have been the greatest; she always came over when he needed some help with grading or just a little pep talk. “I’m not sure, Harry. What do you want us to be? Best friends?” She said jokingly; (Y/N) was wondering what was up with him, he never seemed to talk about their feelings.

“Do you see us… together?” She was stunned; sure she liked Harry but she never thought her feelings would be reciprocated. “Well, if i’m going to be completely honest with you.. I do. I would love us to be together, I really do. The job just won’t let us.” (Y/N) had to remind him; which seemed like the 100th time.

“I’m glad, you see us together because in all honesty (Y/N) I am in love with you.” 

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a/n: hi guys!!! hope u enjoyed this one :) love u all and please send in some requests.