A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this! It’s the longest I’ve written on this blog and I’d really appreciate the feedback here
I’m most likely doing a Part 2 depending on how you all like it. Enjoy :)
Harry loved family reunions.
Amongst the bickering cousins and lurid pitter-patter of children, he often found himself feeling at peace as his folks filled him in on all the stories he’s missed out on. He’d laugh about his jittery uncle who nearly burnt his eyebrows off from an old barbecue, nodding approvingly as his aunt gushes about her eight year old who’s just won the flashy new title of spelling bee champion. He likes the way they treat him too. With adoration in their eyes, resurrecting from the years they’ve watched him as a young boy (instead of the usual gaze of stardom he’s used to). He almost, if not, especially enjoys the way they admire his success, not as an ego-booster, but as a way of praising Anne for his upbringing, despite the major gossip that briefly tainted his mother’s name around her first divorce.
But even in a house packed with his most favourite people, he would always feel relatively exhausted from the length of the reunion, a full four days he’d reckoned. It was unfair really, he loved his crazy family, but he always felt like he had to put on his best face, never getting his usual dose of solitude to rejuvenate.
So when Harry first invited you to join him, he hadn’t quite expected you to be so patient with his family.
“Yes, he is very handsome,” you’d chuckle, “but we’re only friends.”
“You’re sweet, love, but I think this little girl wins the beauty contest, hmm?”
“Right, he is very good with kids.”
“M’only in uni, ma’am, so I’ve got a few good years before settling down.”
Shiro closed his eyes and leaned forward. He was expecting soft lips and hitched breathing but he was met with a firm palm on the chest, pushing him back. Shiro reluctantly opened his eyes and was surprised to see Lance smiling fondly at him.
"Nuh-uh-uh. You just don’t lean in, kiss the person, and then it’s over. It doesn’t work that way. You gotta build the tension.” Lance explained, placing his hand on Shiro’s shoulder.
"H-how should I do it then.“ God, Shiro was stuttering with just Lance’s hand on his shoulder, what would happen if he kissed him?
It was requested a bit ago to have Klance tickle fights and then conversations with an rp partner led to the inspiration to finish it. Keith has really sensitive hips and Lance knows this. Keith is absolutely defenseless to the attack. I love these two so much…
Also why are there not actually space windows in their rooms? I would request a space window. Klance deserves a space window to be cute and aesthetic in front of in private.
S.P.A.C.E. is almost here and I’m spending all day tomorrow re-stocking my hand made sketchbooks and printing!
Can’t wait to see ya’ll there! Come up and talk to me about tea, and hockey, and check please and literally anything oh my god I don’t have someone to sit at my table with me so I’m going to be lonely D:
I didn’t know Will could draw, I remember thinking as my friend’s hand quickly moved across the page. And then I looked more closely at Will’s impromptu sketch, and I immediately regretted it. I tried to unsee it. I shifted my attention to other things around me, anything at all that wasn’t ink on the page: the blur of Will’s hand, the beads of sweat gathering at his temples, the gentle autumn breeze creeping through the crack of the window.
Don’t look at the page. Just don’t look at it.
But I knew I had to. So I looked. And it was worse than I expected. Much worse.
SLOW HANDSSSSS BACK SWEAT DRIPPING DOWN OUR DIRTY LAUNDRY ALWMSKAND LISTEN TO THAT GAAAAA HES SO AOWMANABSBD I LOVE IT SO MUCH IM DEAD DEAD TO THE BONE
ALSO IS LOUIS GONNA BE A MODEL??? OR A SHOE MODEL… LIKE IS THAT WHY WE GOT THE CRAZY SHOW PIC AND A PHOTOSHOOT BECAUSE DAMMNNN GIVE THAT BOY A MODELLING CONTRACT (*realises other more obvious reason for photoshoot* FUCKIE)
also… we’re all being astroturfed pals. Someone’s out there trying to make us believe syco not all that bad. NEVER FORGET PALS NEVER FOEGET THE DARK TIMES DONT BE CONVINCED GAAAA
Summary: Four different stages of Touka’s pregnancy. Probably shortly after chapter 128. One-shot.
Rating: fluff, romantic, a bit of angst? |Words: 8,125 words | Read on: AO3 // FF.net| If you like it, please reblog! ♥
A/N: many of you wanted a touken pregnancy fic so here it is! i’m very satisfied with the result even if it was a bit hard to finish ;w; and hopefully it’s not too angsty, i’d say it’s quite corny, haha, but we deserve that after so much drama. There was a Touka/Ayato scene that I REALLY wanted to write for this fic but I didn’t have time, so I think I’m going to write it tomorrow and post it as a mini-fic headcanon, like a small excerpt of this story (an ova, lmao). Again, thank you everyone for reading!! feedback is always welcome :’)
He stops, tilting his face to one side to look at her.
“Yes?” he’s still smiling, softly, gently, beautifully.
She decides that this is the last thing she will see before closing her eyes. Kaneki smiling. She doesn’t want to see his face afterward, she doesn’t hold the courage to do so. So she takes a deep breath, closing her eyes, picturing that very same face in her head, holding onto his expression, frowning her brows as she speaks, terrified and quivering.
All that she hears is silence.
He’s not even breathing. She can’t even hear his heart beating, she can’t even feel his arms around her, her body is numb, her ears are deaf, her senses are broken.
Honestly after Mob died Reigen probably wouldn't take care of himself as well as he did. I could see him overworking himself a lot and basically burning himself out just to avoid thinking about what happened too much.
these are quite the points you are making my friend