one month and one day to go!!!

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Another month, another elemental holiday!
I’ve gotta say, this Crystalline Gala has gone above and beyond, I love absolutely every skin!
(I go through the forums and the response is overwhelmingly positive, and then theres those people who are just Meh about everything. what do u want. does nothing please u)
This one was my entry, Solstice Rosette for wildclaw females.

Peanuts

A one month anniversary usually isn’t too big of a deal for most couples, but Ty and Ethan were both so corny that of course it felt like a huge deal to them. Despite them having feelings for each other forever, today was the one month anniversary of the day Ty officially asked Eth to be his boyfriend, so the two of them decided to go out to dinner, and then Ty had a special surprise that he had kept secret from Eth. Promptly at 6:30 they walked into the restaurant they had made a reservation for. It was a nice place, not too fancy but not too casual. Neither Eth nor Ty had ever been there before, but Mark and Amy both said it was amazing and recommended it for their special date.

They walked in and were seated right away in a slightly isolated booth. The whole restaurant was fairly dimly lit, using mostly candle-like lighting to add a romantic feel to the environment. The restaurant was filled with other couples on dates, but Eth and Ty could only focus on each other. They enjoyed an absolutely delicious dinner while talking and laughing and just enjoying each other.

After they finished the main part of their meal, they decided to share a slice of chocolate cake for dessert. As soon as the waiter put it on the table, Eth’s mouth started watering.

“That looks so fucking good,” Eth thought aloud, causing Ty to laugh. They both picked up their forks and took bites out of the delicious cake. It didn’t take long for them to devour the slice of cake, then they both just sat back in their chairs, full and satisfied. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Ty spoke up.

“Well, are you ready to head off? It’s almost time,” Ty mentioned, glancing at his watch. He looked up at Ethan who was staring intently at the table, not listening to him at all. “Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.

“My throat is itchy,” Eth answered quietly, not giving much detail.

“Okay? Is that bad?” Ty asked, unsure of why his boyfriend was acting weird. Suddenly Eth was hit by what seemed like a really bad coughing fit, but it seemed as if he was having trouble breathing in. Ty instantly went into protective mode and moved to a kneeling position next to Eth, rubbing his back, asking if he was okay. Ty realized what was happening when he noticed Eth’s face seemed to be swelling up.

He yelled to the waiter, who came over instantly, noticing the commotion. “Are there peanuts in the cake?!” Ty almost yelled at the man.

“Yes sir, I’m sorry. Is he allergic?” The man said urgently.

“Yes he is! Call 911!” Ty yelled, still rubbing Eth’s back, trying to tell him everything would be okay and that someone would be here to help soon.

A few minutes later, the paramedics arrived and pushed Ty aside so they could take care of Eth. He heard somebody say he was in anaphylactic shock. Ty just stood on the side pacing around the small space. He was one of the paramedics pick Ethan up bridal style and begin carrying him outside. He quickly threw some money on the table, more than enough to cover the bill, and ran outside after his boyfriend. He saw Eth on a gurney, being placed into an ambulance, which he ran towards and was allowed in.

On the ride to the hospital, one paramedic asked Ty many questions about Eth while another helped Eth as best as he could. When they arrived at the hospital Eth was rushed to the back while Ty was instructed to wait in the waiting room until he was called. As much as he wanted to protest, Ty knew it wouldn’t help anything and instead peacefully went to the waiting room. He tried sitting for a few seconds, but instantly knew he was too wound up to do so, and instead chose to pace around the luckily fairly empty waiting area. He sent a text to Mark and Amy telling them what happened, and they arrived not too long after. Amy succeeded in calming Ty down enough to make him sit while he awaited news from the doctor. After about and hour of waiting, but what seemed like an eternity, the doctor finally came out asking for someone there for Ethan. Ty stood up and rushed to the doctor.

“He’s going to be fine. He didn’t ingest too many peanuts, luckily, but it was enough to cause an allergic reaction. But we were able to help him quickly and he should be just fine. We would like to keep him here overnight though, for supervision.”

Ty nodded, unsure of how else he could respond. He felt very relived that Eth was going to be fine, but his nerves still wouldn’t calm down, so he still felt very wound up. He asked the doctor if he was able to see him, and was relieved when the doctor said yes. He was led down a maze of halls before finally reaching Eth’s room. He walked in and saw his beautiful boyfriend laying in a hospital gown, sleeping peacefully. Ty sat next to the bed and took Eth’s hand in his own. The doctor left, opting to give the two boys some privacy. As soon as the door closed and they were alone, all of Ty’s emotions caught up to him and he began crying. He held one of Eth’s hands in both of his own, kissing it softly.

“I’m sorry I ruined out date” Ty looked up to see a groggy Eth frowning down at him. Some how this just made him cry harder.

“Oh God, Eth no. You didn’t ruin it. I’m so sorry, I should have made sure the cake didn’t have peanuts. I was so worried about you. I’m so sorry, I love you so much,” Ty rambled, still crying.

“Hey hey, shut up. I’m fine, everything’s fine. It’s not your fault,” Eth reassured his boyfriend before leaning over to kiss him passionately on the lips.


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Request from an anon, hope you like it! Also I’m taking requests right now, i have a few that I’ll be doing within the next few days, so if you have any, just send them in!

anonymous asked:

what was your first time like?

Oh wow. It’s kind of hard to remember, it’s been about 15 years. I was dating this guy, Nick, for a few months, and I was crazy about him. I had a lot of firsts with him. He was the first one I ever went down on, and he was so nice and patient about it, which was really great. He was also the first one to ever go down on me and I was so scared, but he was damn good at it. He had his tongue pierced too which was a bonus.

Anyway, I don’t remember specifics but I remember that it was 2 days after his 18th birthday and I wanted to make it part of his present. We were at his house on his bed and his mom was in the other room. It hurt at first but then it was pretty nice, and after that we did it a lot.

He turned out to be a jerk and he dumped me right before Valentine’s Day for his ex. But I don’t regret it, he taught me a lot and I appreciate the crap out of that. ❤💕

This guy. Makes me laugh. Thanks.

@setheverman

PLEASE READ

THIS IS IMPORTANT TO UNDERSTANDING THIS COMIC: this is part of a serious autobio series I started months back to document my gender transition. These took place months ago, during the early days, when I was very visibly trans. I’d only been on hormones for 5 months.

Going regularly to a trans support group made a big difference in my self-acceptance. I highly recommend it. You may find one group might be a better fit for you than others, if there are more than one in your city. It’s worth it to check around.

listen. listen. please take off your shipping goggles and understand: moana and maui are such a brother-sister pair it hurts

look at the scene where moana is waving the heart in maui’s face while he complains. look at her expressions. i am a little sister, i have an older brother, my entire family is full of siblings. moana is totally being the obnoxious little sister. it is adorable. maui picking on her climbing up to lalotai’s entrance. maui giving her the proud look watching her as they approach te fiti. the banter. “congratulations on not being dead, curly”/“i got your back, chosen one” the looks each of them get when the other is getting on their nerves. 

i’m telling you. moana and maui are going to look around one day and realize that they’ve been siblings for months and didn’t even realize.

““Because we are now all rooting for his success in uniting and leading the country. The peaceful transition of power is one of the hallmarks of our democracy. And over the next few months, we are going to show that to the world. Now, everybody is sad when their side loses an election. But the day after, we have to remember that we’re actually all on one team.”

That was Obama, the day after Trump’s victory. I could have pulled a similar quote from Clinton’s concession, or from countless liberal pundits who have said the same. Silicon valley billionaires have congratulated Trump on his win and promised to work with him, and some of the “principled” Never Trump conservatives lasted a whole thirty minutes after his victory before deciding that “never” is a figurative term. These sentiments, combined with the soothing ceremony of the American transfer of power, have been enough to convince many that everything might be okay. That, at the very least, we should wait and see how Trump governs before we oppose him.

That is a fantasy. …We’re in for an ultra-conservative unified government that will see all of the Great Society and most of the New Deal rolled back or privatized. Violence against people of color by the state will be even further legitimized, the carceral state will certainly grow, and we will certainly go to war. Countless people will die from lack of functional healthcare, from hunger, and from the police, not to mention the people outside the country who will die. And, of course, it will be a white nationalist government either way, but it will be inflected by Pence’s particular brand of homophobia and misogyny.”

Craig Martin | Don’t Let Anyone Tell You It’ll Be Okay

here’s the Rogue One Prediction based on my tfa experience:

rogue one comes out. chirrut/baze and bodhi/cassian immediately explode across the internet, spawning hundreds of pieces of fanart and fanfiction every day. jyn/cassian is less loved because het ships don’t have the same mass appeal (especially if one of them is a person of color) but a sizable amount of people ship them regardless. people start watching tcw for saw gerrera and discuss fancasts for steela (his sister). you can’t go anywhere without seeing wholesome posts about the heroes and the cast. and it’s great for like a week

then discourse starts about people’s lazily stereotypical portrayals of the movie’s characters of color in fanworks. the beast, jyn/krennic, rears its ugly-ass head as shippers frantically try to defend their ship against the disgusting antis. edgy fans worship the empire officials rather than the members of the rebellion. all the while galen/krennic insidiously lurks in the background.

after two more months nobody does anything with chirrut, baze, bodhi, or cassian anymore, because they don’t know how to maintain their interest in characters of color or ships involving characters of color. galen/krennic becomes the biggest ship on ao3 with over 1000 more fics than the previous top ship. everyone changes their urls back to xXsteverogers69Xx. the pure age of rogue one is over. we block the grossest shippers and settle in to wait for episode 8

I was playing a d&d 3.5 game with two rangers. We often worked as a team, doing everything we could together for double efficiency. One day, we needed to track someone through the woods. So we both rolled for track.

I rolled a 1, my ranger friend rolled a 20.

Because of this, the party was conflicted on what way we were supposed to be going. We rolled to convince the party that one way was better than the other.

I rolled a 20, my ranger friend rolled a 1.

What would have been a three day trip ended up taking over a month.D&D

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12th Day, Month of Songs

I finally come to realize it ain’t enough just to have a tattoo. A tattoo is nothing but a pretty picture put in your skin. That’s all.

Mr. Reticent | Pt. 2

Taehyung Imagine/Scenario

Part 1  |  Part 2

Genre: wealthy/softie!au & college!au ; fluffy ; humor ; smut ; angst thrown in there at some point

Blurb: Basically, your house collapses due to a termite infestation and of course your parents have to be friends with the father of the richest and best looking guy in school: Kim Taehyung. After encountering Tae upon first setting foot into his house *cough MANSION cough*, can you deal with fate’s next devious hands?

Word Count: 11,071

Reader x Taehyung

A/N: Inspired by the K Drama Playful Kiss 💙💙 (Gif credit to @younas

reticent: not revealing one’s thoughts or feelings readily.


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Faking It - part 5

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, reader

After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up a plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

Word count: 900+

A/N: I am so very sorry that I haven’t posted in a few days, school has me by the ass and I’m stressing over finals. I think Faking It only has one part left and then the series is over, BUT I DO HAVE TWO MORE SERIES COMING SOON one is a Steve one and another is a Bucky one. I also am going to write a few avengers x reader ones, so stay tuned. I haven’t written smut in like months so bear with me. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by winterdorito

“Not the vase!” You shouted as Bucky scrambled to catch the marble vessel. He gave you an Are you serious? look. “That probably costs more than this dress.”

Bucky carefully placed the vase back on its stand before continuing your heated makeout session. He flung the car keys towards the floor, freeing his hands of the unnecessary object. Your fingers raked through his hair. Your grip tightened in his dark locks when his lips found the hollow of your collarbone. Something hard pressed against your thigh, with realization, you figured out that it was Bucky’s bulge.

It was a messy journey to the bedroom. By the time you reached the bed, Bucky’s hair was disheveled, his shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his toned abdomen, his pants were unbuckled and he was missing a shoe. He reached up to the zipper of your dress. Earlier, he had threatened to rip the dress off you, now you feared he would really do it.

“Bucky, if you rip the dress, I swear-”

“I’m not going to rip it, doll,” He whispered as he slowly unzipped your dress. A sudden chill went up your spine when his cool metal fingers grazed your bare back. Vigilantly, he got the dress off your body. His lips found yours once again, there was a certain need behind the kiss. A passion behind it that made you want more.

You hastily removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. As were his pants until he was left in only his boxers His hand began sliding down your abdomen before resting over your core. Bucky smiled against your skin when your breathing became more ragged. Ever so slowly, he began rubbing your clit through the cloth of your panties.

“You’re so wet, doll,” He said dangerously low.

You bit your lip as a moan escaped your throat. His fingers pressed harder and you could feel the heat inside you intensify. Bucky’s fingers came to a halt, in one swift move, he curled his index and middle finger around the waistline of your panties and pulled them off.

You threw your head back in agitation as Bucky teased you. His hands caressing the inside of your thighs but making no effort to move towards your sex.

“Bucky, please,” You practically begged.

The smug smirk plastered on his face told you that he seemed to be enjoying the fact that you were squirming and growing agitated as the seconds passed. You pulled off his boxers and his erection spring free. He lowered himself over you. Foreheads touching and lips barely grazing. Bucky moved slightly until his mouth was right next to your ear.

“Beg for it.” His voice was deeper than usual and it sent you to the edge.

You were now irritated at all his teasing. Through gritted teeth, you muttered, “I fucking hate you.”

He smiled and kissed you before entering your soaking wet paradise. Your breath got stuck in your throat and Bucky gave you a look of concern. You nodded for him to keep going. He grabbed your hips and began a steady pace. The familiar knot in your stomach began to form.

“Faster Bucky,” You between breaths. He did as you were told. The sound of skin on skin and your moans bounced against the vast room. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tightened your grip on his forearms. A stream of curses and each other’s names fall from both of your lips as he continues to pound into you.

You now had him up against the headboard as you buried yourself on his length. The heat between your bodies intertwining as you straddled him. He grabbed your waist as you rode him. His hands moved up your body until they cupped your breasts. He pinched your nipples, you bit down on your lip so hard, you were scared you’d draw blood. You felt your walls tighten around Bucky’s length as your legs shook from building up the climax. He noticed your decelerated pace and lifted you up slightly before thrusting into you.

“Bucky,” You threw your head back.

“Fuck, doll,” He whimpered out.

Your fingers gripped the skin on his back as he did things that you never imagined. You’ve had sex, but not quite like this. He seemed to know every single right move and every single spot on your body and holy shit you loved it. Bucky winced when your nails dug into his back, you apologized, but he simply pressed a wet kiss against your neck. You felt yourself reaching your high.

Through uneasy moans, you were able to say, “Bucky I’m gonna come.”  He bit down on your skin roughly and slapped your ass. A devilish smirk was plastered across his face as you ran your fingers through his locks.

You came in waves beneath him. You felt yourself unravel as his name rolled off your tongue. The knot in your stomach disentangled itself as you were thrown in an ocean of pure bliss. Your legs weak from all the effort and your heart beating violently. He collapsed on top of you. His hair was tousled and all over the place. The red markings on his back were clear, some had a few blood droplets. You hoped that when the hot water hit the scratches, that they would stink and he would be reminded of you.

He rolled off your body. “Goddamn, Y/N.” He paused. “You okay?”

“Better than okay, Bucky,” You managed to say. You raised your arm and he high-fived it.

After a couple of minutes, he spoke up, “Round 2?”

You rolled over and kissed him, “Thought you’d never ask.”

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*Tumblr didn’t let me tag a few users so I will just send you this part via message

One of the things I hate most about my bpd is the waiting. I honestly feel like I spend 90% of my time waiting. Waiting for someone to respond, waiting for the crises to pass, waiting for some semblance of joy, waiting, waiting and more fucking waiting. For me, what I experience and go through in ONE day most neutortypicals might experience over a 3 month period. 2016 alone has seemed to fly by for most people, I feel like it’s been a fucking decade.

favorite things about juno steel

  • likes to refer to his adorable nb self as a ‘lady’
  • extremely knowledgeable about cardstock
  • childhood friend to terrifying giant martian sewer rabbits??? evidently prefers sewer rabbits to people
  • congratulates self on one-liners
  • congratulates self on looking good in suit
  • lapses into starstruck poetry every time he thinks about his Totally Not-Boyfriend, especially when annoyed at him
  • will fight literally anyone at any time despite being Small and having the worst lungs in the entire world
  • if miasma interrupting it is anything to go by, his Noir Detective Monologues™ are his actual thought process. what a  n e r d
  • bisexual!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • “collector of bad art”
  • mopes for months about nureyev, makes dramatic declarations about Never Loving Again and nureyev Not Being Trustworthy, two days and one train robbery later is hopelessly in love
Christmas Dinner - Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt: Damian and the bat fam is going to Dami’s little gf house for Christmas and her older sister opens the door and Jason falls in love with the sister.

“Remind me again why I’m the one who has to drive you to your girlfriend’s house.” Jason complained.

“Because Grayson is on a date with his flavor of the month and Drake taking me would result in one of us being obliterated. You were the logical option.” Damian explained. “Besides my girlfriend wants to meet you for whatever reason. Something about wanting to meet all of my brothers and you being the last to hold out.”

“Well isn’t she sweet.” Jason commented dryly as he pulled into your driveway. “Alright amscray.” Jason said when the car came to a stop.

“Not a chance. She will kill me if she doesn’t meet you.” Damian said shaking his head. Jason sighed in defeat and shut off the ignition.

“Fine.” Jason sighed, zipping up his coat in preparation for facing the bitter cold. He didn’t wait to see if Damian was following him when he quickly made his way over to the door. Might as well get this over with.

Jason rang the doorbell and shoved his hands in his pocket while he waited for someone to answer the door. He expected Damian’s girlfriend or hell one of her parent’s. He certainly didn’t expect to be greeted by the captivating vision that was Damian’s girlfriend’s sister. Jason’s jaw dropped at the sight of you while you stood there staring at him expectantly.

Say something asswipe! Jason’s mind shouted at him.

“Uh … Hi.” Jason said. He intended to say something smoother

“Hi? Can I help you?” You asked. Jason couldn’t help but be utterly enchanted by the sound of your voice. God, it sounded like music to his ears.

“I - uh … well you see …” Jason stuttered, completely struck by your presence.

“Hey [Y/N]. The bumbling idiot with the fly trap mouth is my brother.” Damian greeted

“Oh I see … does he have a name?” You asked flirtatiously. Damian shoved his elbow into Jason’s side when he didn’t immediately answer. Jason blinked rapidly and shut his mouth in attempt to regain composure. He was making a fool of himself.

“Jason. My name’s Jason.” He answered perhaps a little too eagerly. What was wrong with him today? Why did you reduce him to acting like some sort of love sick teenager? He was a grown man, he knew how to talk to women so why were you any different.

You let out the most adorable laugh and opened the door open further invitingly.

“It’s nice to meet you Jason. Would you like to stay for Christmas dinner? I made dessert.” You said temptingly with a suggestive wink. Jason melted inside at your proposition and immediately wanted to agree. He had never been one to be all that big on Christmas or family gatherings but if it meant he could have the chance to get to know you better he couldn’t find the sign up sheet fast enough.

“No.”

“Sure!” Jason and Damian said simultaneously. Damian shot a glare in Jason’s direction and Jason gave him a defiant look in return.

“Great! The more the merrier!” You said happily, taking Jason by the hands and pulling him into your parents home. As you gave Jason the tour of the home and introduced him to everyone, Jason could vaguely hear Damian grumbling behind him.

“ … should have asked Tim to drive.”

Green eyes and Honey hair - Newt x Reader

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

Disclaimer: it’s been so long since I’ve written fanfiction (4 years? Atleast) but I have been working on a much bigger writing project (my novel) which at the moment I’m getting stuck/writers block, but I still want to write, and after seeing fbawtft and loving newt– hence, I’m going to try and write something.Hope you enjoy it~

Note: if enough people like it, i’ll write part 2


Part 2


It had been a rough day. You just had been fired from your office new job. Third one this month, you counted. You had never liked being cooped up in a tiny office. Office-work didn’t suit you much either. But one thing you did love, was animals. To take your mind off being fired, you decided to go to the one place that you always went when you were feeling down; the zoo.

You leant on the fence of the meerkat enclosure. The cute little creatures were scurrying around without a care in the world. Sun rays broke through the clouds, shining down upon the enclosure. The meerkats all lined up, trying to catch the rays. You took a photo and moved onto another enclosure.

As you stumbled around the zoo, you found yourself drawn to a room with platypuses.You were watching them lazily swimming around when one in particular caught your attention. It was cute, but it looked different compared to the rest of the platypuses. It seemed to be staring at you. Not you, your necklace, you thought. Suddenly, the strange platypus jumped out over the glass enclosure. It lunged straight at you. Afraid, you closed your eyes and squeaked.

‘A-are you okay?’ You heard a British accent come behind you.                                    ‘N-no! Some platypus lunged at me!’ You grasped for your pendant, but it was gone. ‘It stole my pendant, the bloody thing stole my pendant-‘ you paused, transfixed on the man before you. He was dressed smartly with his vest and jacket, bright green eyes, hair the colour of honey; he was beautiful. And he was the only other person in the room. ‘Did you see which way it went? The Niff-platypus.’ He asked, looking as though he was about to run off. ‘How could I when my eyes were closed?’               The man smiled, ‘Don’t worry miss…’.                                                                          ‘Y/N.’                                                                                                                                 ‘Don’t worry miss Y/N, I’ll get your pendant for you.’ And with that, he ran off.

You searched everywhere for the man and the platypus. From one end of the zoo to the other. There was no sight of either. Sighing, you sat down on a bench with a half melted ice cream. You had hoped that a sugary treat would cheer you up. But after the day you had been having, the only good thing was meeting that man. But he had disappeared before you could even catch his name. You looked at the ice cream melting into the pavement, wishing that you too could disappear.

That pendant was the last thing you owned of your mother. She had been a wonderful woman. She had been so kind to everyone, whether they were human or an animal. Your mother had been a great inspiration to you.In fact, she had been working over in Africa with wild lions. She was the reason you too had once wanted to work with animals, until that fateful incident. The thing she had loved most, killed her. They say it was an accident, the lion had been protecting it’s babies. Your mother had gotten a little too close for the lion’s comfort. Ever since the passing of your mother, you had given up on working with animals. Now you only observed them from afar.

You chucked what was left of your melted ice cream into the rubbish bin and left the zoo. Head down, you dragged your feet along the footpath. You had almost made your way to your apartment when you felt something brush past your neck. Spinning around, the man with the honey hair stood holding your pendant. He was covered in little claw marks. He noticed you staring at them and handed you your pendant, placing it into the palm of your hand, ‘I hope it’s not broken. It took a bit of coaxing to get Niffler to let go.’                                                                                               ‘Niffler?’ You asked. He looked away, afraid to make eye contact, ‘It’s nothing to worry about, if you’ll excuse me, I better get going…’                                                     ‘Wait!’ You blurted, holding onto his sleeve. You blushed a little, ‘Let me thank you a little, at least come in for a cup of tea.’

You both sat in silence around your tiny table. ‘So… you’re a long way from home, Mr…’                                                                                                                          ‘Newt Scamander. My name is Newt.’                                                                    ‘Newt?’ You repeated, stifling a laugh. You had never heard someone being named after a lizard before. He blushed a little, finishing off his tea. So many questions filled your head, yet you didn’t want to scare him off. You were just about to ask him a question when he rose from the table. ‘Well it was nice meeting you Y/N, but I really should be off…’ it seemed he had lost his train of thought. You looked in the direction he was staring at. ‘Is this your mother?’ He asked with interest, fixed on the only photo in the room. ‘Yes, that’s her in Africa. Actually, the pendant you returned to me, belonged to her. Is something wrong?’                                                                      ‘N-no, nothing wrong! I’ll be going now…’                                                                   ‘You see it too, don’t you?’                                                                                               He turned to you, shocked. His mouth hanging slightly ajar, ‘I’m sorry? See what?’      You felt your face go red. You had pointed out the creature in the photo before, but no one ever believed you. They couldn’t see it, but you had a feeling that he could. ‘The creature in the creature in the left corner. It looks a bit like a mop with beady eyes…’                                                                                                                          ‘You can see the demiguise?’                                                                                          ‘What’s a demiguise?’        

‘What’s a demiguise?’ You heard yourself ask. He placed his hand over his mouth as if he had just said a swearword. ‘Uh, its nothing really. Being a muggle and all, you shouldn’t be able to see it…’                                                                                  ‘A muggle?’ half of the words came out of his mouth made little sense, you thought.   ‘Y-yes,’ he stammered, ‘Someone who has no magic… I really shouldn’t have said that…’                                                                                                                   ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ You couldn’t help but feel a little insulted.                  ‘I’ve already said too much. I’m sorry Y/N, but its best if you don’t remember any of this,’ he said pulling out a long piece of wood. You looked at the thing in his hands, what was he going to do, poke your eye out?

As he took a step closer, you took a step back. He looked like he really didn’t want to do whatever he was about to do. You could see his face straining. That’s when the piece of wood in his had began to float out of his hand. Both of you cried out in surprise. The stick, floated over to the table and stopped in midair. ‘I have to, now hand it back, please.’ Newt said talking to the floating stick.

A creature just like the one in the old photo appeared out of thin air. So is that a demiguise? You thought. It grasped tightly to the piece of wood, that Newt was so desperate to get back. The next few minutes consisted of Newt chasing the creature around your apartment. You burst out laughing at how silly this all was. A grown man, jumping around, the creature holding the stick just out of his reach. They both stopped and turned to you. You were laughing so hard now, that tears were rolling down your cheeks.

Newt sighed and sat on the floor, ‘Fine, you win,’ he said to the creature, ‘I wont use obliviate on her.’ The creature seemed satisfied with his answer, handing back the stick. ‘You’re a wizard, aren’t you Mr Scamander?’

To be continued…?

Best Game Ever

Originally posted by mayfifolle


Request from an awesome anon: “I loved your most recent mark smut! can I request a Mark smut with dom!mark with dry humping but then he can’t take it anymore and yeah”

Hope you enjoy love, I made it a little fluffy too :)

Warnings: Adult Content


“Alright you guys, I’m going to bed now. Goodnight” Youngjae said, getting up from the couch.

You and Mark smiled at him.

“Goodnight, Sunshine,” you said as he made his way to his room.

One by one the guys dropped like flies during your movie night. They had practice earlier that day and were so exhausted. Youngjae was the last of them.

Now it was just you and Mark, alone.

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there’s a piece of my heart that still belongs to you, and I think it will always belong to you. as the days, weeks and months go by that piece of my heart only beats when I think about you, all the memories we have together, all the days we spent tangled in each others arms, the times we laughed so hard neither one of us could breathe. one day someone else might take over that piece of my heart, but for now it beats for you, and only for you.
—  12am thoughts
Sword Fighting For Fic Writers: Chapter 1

It’s going to take me another day or two to finish the full guide, so I’m going to start posting these in chapters. I will continue to post one chapter a day, and also post the full guide as one monster post when it’s done. I may refer to future chapters in these, those will be turned into links as chapters become available.

You can follow the tag #Swords for Fics if you want to keep up without following me :) There will be around 12 chapters or more.

My background: Hey there! I’ve been training in the Italian method of sword fighting for about 7 or 8 months now. So I’d say I’m still quite the novice but I’ve learned a lot and I’d like to share some of that with you all! I’ve trained with two handed swords, one handed swords, sword and buckler, dual swords, dagger, spears, quaterstaff, and poleaxe. (Not rapiers though, sorry.) I also have a “writing” background in animation and illustration.

What’s this for?: As I discovered when trying to storyboard a fight a year ago, action scenes are a pain to write when you don’t know your options. There are a ton of great fics out there with great swashbuckling adventure, and you all do an amazing job at bringing out the most important part of any fight: how the characters feel about it. And while that’s often all you need for good story telling, this is for writers who want to spend more time playing in that action.

Terminology?: There’s a lot of terminology in sword fighting that the general audience won’t understand, or may not even share the same names depending on the school of sword fighting. I’ll be using some terminology as I learned it, but will mostly try to describe things in layman’s terms.

THIS WILL COVER MAINLY ONE AND TWO HANDED SWORDS THAT CAN BE USED FOR SLASHING. 
Though a rapier could be considered a one handed sword, it is used differently and I don’t have sufficient knowledge to go in depth for them. 

So let’s get started!

Available Chapters:
1: Dumb Ways to Die  2.May Your Blade Be True! 3.On Your Guard!
4. Making the Cut 5.Stick ‘em With the Pointy End 6.It’s Like a Dance
7.The Measure of a Man 8.A Crossing of Blades 9.Like Chess, but with Knives
An Interlude About Story Telling
10.You Can Barely Lift Your Sword 11.Buckle Some Swash 12.Dual Wielding
13.Everything is a Weapon 14.Got Your Sword!

Dumb Ways to Die
Beginner Mistakes

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Blogmas day 2 but part one of something that will probably go on a bit longer than blogmas. I hope you enjoy it.

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Y/N is a single parent living in London. With a job to juggle, an awkward co-parenting situation and an 18 month old baby boy she could really do with a hand and when Harry makes an entrance in her life maybe she’ll get just that. 

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‘Come on Alfie baby, please.’ Y/N begged her 18-month-old baby boy like she used to beg her mum for money to go out for the night. She tried to put him in the pram but his flailing limbs and ear-splitting, heart-breaking screams were making it impossible. If she’d tried hard enough she probably could have managed but she didn’t want to. Y/N was tired and worn out as well and she just wanted Alfie to settle and this clearly wasn’t going to do it. She wanted to cry and if her mum wasn’t standing in the living room doorway watching her struggle in the small hallway where Alfie’s shrill cries were reverberating off every wall, she probably would have done.

She sighed, the sign that she’d given up and Alfie seemed to know that too because he instantly seemed to calm. He hiccupped a few times as his breathing settled and his cries turned to shallow sobs. Y/N put her large kit bag in the seat of the pram and rested Alfie on her hip, his small head leaning on her shoulder and burrowing into her neck where he found the most comfort. She could feel his damp cheek on her own jaw line as he settled in and she felt the guilt she always felt when he cried and screamed.

‘What have you been feeding him?’ Y/N asked her mum quietly but her voice scalding and accusatory. Alfie was gripping her shirt now in his small fists. Her mother stepped forward her folded arms falling by her side.

‘Only what you left for him.’ Her mum told her but Y/N didn’t believe her and the way she raised her eyebrows made her mother aware of that.

‘No chocolate buttons?’ She was trying to make light of it but if the answer was what Y/N suspected she wasn’t going to be particularly happy. She’d told her mother so many times he wasn’t to keep having chocolate buttons. He might enjoy them at the time but her mother was never there to deal with the come down, now she’d witnessed the meltdown that always followed sugary treats with Alfie, maybe she’d realise Y/N wasn’t overreacting.

‘Maybe.’ Her mother admitted. Y/N rolled her eyes sighing so deeply that Alfie stirred. She hushed him bouncing him ever so slightly. He sighed deeply as he closed his eyes again and snuggled in the warm familiarity of his mother.

‘Mum,’ Y/N moaned, ‘he’ll be so cranky, he’s got to go to Josh’s you know what he’s like.’

‘That man needs to lighten up.’ Her mother announced and although Y/N knew she was right she raised her eyebrows at her. Josh had fathered her child and nothing more, but unlike Y/N who had come to terms with it all and was making the best of it and loving and enjoying bringing up her little boy, Josh seemed to resent the product of his drunken mistake. He did the bare minimum he had to, just enough to still earn the title ‘Daddy’, for Alfie to love him how a son of eighteen months loves his father, but nothing more. ‘I’m sorry love, I just can’t resist seeing his smile when I give them to him.’

‘It’s ok mum, just not so many please?’ Her mother nodded and Y/N smiled moving closer to her mother. ‘I’ve got to shoot, thanks for having him again.’ Y/N kissed her mother on the cheek before turning for the door grabbing the pram by the handle and moving it towards the front door.

‘Anytime love, you know that.’ Her mother said from behind her whilst reaching forward to open the door, exposing them all to London’s viciously cold winter air. ‘Bye Alfie, love you.’ She whispered placing a gentle kiss on his small head covered with thick brown curls. Y/N walked out the door bracing herself against the cold with a huge tartan scarf and huge black, faux fur coat wishing she didn’t have to leave the warmth and comfort of her mum and dad’s house.

Y/N headed for the nearest tube station walking as quickly as she could with a buggy full of both her over stuffed kit bag, Alfie’s nappy bag and Alfie resting on her shoulder. He was beginning to stir, Y/N could hear him making the quiet noises of unhappiness and his head was rubbing against her clothed shoulder. Her own teeth were chattering together despite her warm winter clothing so she was sure Alfie must be absolutely freezing even with the excessive number of layers she’d put him in before attempting to leave her parents’ house.

Y/N held her little bundle of a baby closer and rested her own head on his trying to keep him comforted and as warm as possible as they headed for the nearest tube station, a ten-minute walk away. Y/N contemplated the journey ahead, the ten-minute walk then the fifteen-minute tube journey with one stop followed by the five-minute walk to Josh’s detached, two-bedroom cosy as Christmas house. The envy was undeniable, she wished she could provide for Alfie the same way Josh could. Alfie didn’t go without by any means but at Josh’s he had a big bedroom filled with all the things a baby boy could ever want. Apart from a father who would go to the ends of the earth for him like his mother would, as Y/N’s mother often reminded her.

Y/N was a month out of uni when she took the pregnancy test. She could remember it so vividly. Dressed in her black leotard her jogging bottoms covering her bare legs, waiting in the bathroom of her parent’s house for the stick to develop. She was praying for a negative result. Y/N knew exactly who’s it was, she had his number but she didn’t even know his last name. It had been a stupid, drunken one night thing, the night of her last exam and excitement for the future took over and she agreed to go back to his and let it slide when he said he didn’t have any condoms. She’d taken her pill that morning so what were the chances.

Her period was two weeks late by that point and she knew it didn’t matter how much she hoped it for it to be negative it wasn’t going to be. And there it was, the morning of her first big audition since university and she was pregnant. She didn’t bother going to the audition, she wouldn’t be able to take the job even if she got it and that’s when life changed. Josh promised he’d help and be involved. To start with Y/N thought they could make something out of it but as the nine months progressed it became clearer if Josh wanted any part of his inheritance from his London lawyer parents he couldn’t be involved with Y/N and it was obvious what his choice was.

It would be unfair to say Josh had abandoned his baby and her because he didn’t. At the beginning, he was there a lot, he was there for the birth, he was there to take Alfie and Y/N home from the hospital, he was there when Y/N was overtired and couldn’t cope but after six months or so Josh became more and more distant and it surprised Y/N that Alfie even knew who ‘Dadda’ was for a while. He helped out less and less and today was a prime example of that. He could have picked Alfie up from Y/N’s, she had no car and she’d asked nicely – he was too busy. He could have picked Alfie up from her mum’s so Y/N didn’t have to make this awkward journey – he was too busy. He was always too busy, even when they’d arranged for Josh to have Alfie for the day, or evening or even the afternoon, he’d often call to say he was too busy.

If it was entirely up to Y/N she wouldn’t let Josh have anything to do with Alfie, he didn’t really deserve it. But Y/N had to admit she needed him, she couldn’t afford to be out of work and she couldn’t expect her parent’s or sister to look after Alfie every time she needed a hand. Josh took Alfie two days every week, most weeks, so Y/N could go to work, her parents would have him one day and the occasional evening when Y/N managed to get extra work. Tonight, they couldn’t, and much to Josh’s dismay it meant he had to spend the evening at home so mother of his child could make some extra money.

The small street to the tube station was lit up with Christmas lights decorating houses. Through un-curtained windows of the terraced houses she could see Christmas tree’s decorated with tinsel, fairy lights and an array of different coloured baubles. Just the sight of the twinkling lights brought a warmth to her and Y/N couldn’t help but smile. She half wished Alfie was awake to see them all but was very glad he was snoozing away, it would make the journey ahead a lot easier.

The road was long, she couldn’t even see the sign for the underground yet and the row of houses was still thick. They would run out and disperse into newsagents and other small shops before she got to the tube station. Y/N knew this road so well, it had been on her daily commute into uni and after that to work until she moved out of her parent’s house into her own small flat. The first time she’d walked down it on her own, on her way to secondary school it had been exciting and the same for about two weeks after that but slowly she began to resent it. It was long and tiring and the more you were carrying the longer and more tiring it felt.

Y/N was using every bit of her will power to ignore the pain that was slowly increasing in her hip where Alfie rested. She wanted to swap him over to the other but she dared not disturb him. She didn’t want a repeat of her mother’s hallway in the street. It was quiet but not quiet enough that his screams would go unnoticed by passers-by and the last thing she needed was silent judgement from strangers on top of the guilt she knew she’d feel if Alfie were to get as distressed as he did earlier. Just the slight movement she made as she shifted Alfie upwards from her hip a little was enough to make him stir he lifted his head a little and she could see as she looked down at him that his big brown eyes were open wide. She shushed him quietly and pressed a kiss to his temple, straining her neck a little to reach him. But it soothed him and he settled back on her shoulder quietly just as a black range rover pulled up the car beside her.

Y/N looked to it but the windows were blacked out and she didn’t know anyone who drove a range rover.  She only knew two people who could afford a range rover and one of those was in America and she didn’t think he owned a range rover and the other was sat in his house on the other side of London preparing for, but probably not looking forward to, the arrival of his son. She carried on walking ignoring the vehicle that was slow moving beside her assuming they were looking for a certain house. She looked down at Alfie on her shoulder hoping the whirring of the engine wasn’t going to disturb him again.

‘Y/N.’ Y/N recognised the voice immediately she turned to the car. His familiar bright smile greeting her from out the passenger side window. She smiled and stopped walking moving closer to the car window and leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. His skin was warm on hers from the car’s heating and it was a sweet, momentary relief.

‘Oh my god Louis I didn’t even know you were home.’ Y/N all but cried as she took in her old friend who looked worn out and ready for a good night’s sleep in his own bed. It had been a while since she’d seen him, he’d been out in America for a long time after One Direction had gone their separate way’s but judging by who she could see was driving the car, they weren’t as separate as people would believe. His long hair was now cut short but it was growing back slowly, curls just beginning to form again, the thick mop of hair pushed back away from his face. A typically loud, patterned shirt adorned his torso and she could put a safe bet on black skinny jeans on his bottom half. She’d met Harry a couple of times, not enough to get to know him, but enough to know he had an eccentric taste in fashion.

‘We got back last night, I was going to call you tomorrow.’ Louis told her. She could feel her smile still plastered on her face but she didn’t care. Louis had been, and still was really, one of her best friends. He’d been so supportive through her pregnancy and when made sure he saw her whenever he was in London and even flew home from Paris when Alfie was born to see him and be with Y/N for a while. Of course they didn’t talk everyday like they once had. Louis was often hectic with work, and frequently in a different time zone and Y/N had a baby to contend with and juggle with her own job. But Louis was still someone Y/N couldn’t cope without and she was certain it was mutual. On more than one occasion she’d had midnight calls from Louis, he was stressed about something work related, girl problems – the normal but she didn’t mind one bit she liked being there for him because she knew there would be times when she’d need the same from him.  

‘Well there’s no need now.’ Y/N joked, Louis smiled brightly. Y/N loved his smile it had always been one of her favourite things about Louis, it literally brightened up the room for Y/N and no matter what it always bought a smile to her face. He’d been one of the first to know about Y/N’s pregnancy aside from her family and her absolute best friend she’d cried but true to form Louis had lightened the situation made her see the bright side of it all and bought a smile to her face. She could always rely on him when she needed a laugh and she did just that, even when he was on the other side of the world sometimes.

‘Don’t be ridiculous I need to take you for lunch or something we haven’t hung out in so long.’ Louis said and Y/N chuckled, it was true but she always left arranging things to Louis. He was so much busier than her so it was easiest if he decided when and where and she’d fit things around him. ‘I’ll give you a call tomorrow and we can sort something out.’

‘Yeah definitely.’ Y/N nodded though slightly distracted as Alfie began to moan and lift his head. She bounced him gently on his hip shushing him as she did so though to no avail. His lips pouted and his brow frowned, this was the beginning of a very upset Alfie. She could feel her heart dropping already as she continued to bounce him and talk to him. A hand reached out and took Alfie’s much smaller hand, at first, she thought it was Louis’ but the she noticed the rings and lack of rope tattoo on his wrist. She looked into the car to see Harry leaning over Louis and focusing completely on Alfie who seemed to quiet with Harry’s attention and cooing noises with the odd addition of silly faces which slowly earned a quiet giggle.

‘How is the little man?’ Louis’ question bought Y/N’s attention from Alfie’s interaction with Harry back to Louis inside the car where she could see Harry leaning further across Louis, perched literally on the edge of his seat so Alfie could see him as he continued to entertain the small child whilst Y/N and Louis chatted. Louis looked slightly uncomfortable as he sat as far back in his seat as possible to allow Harry to lean out of the window slightly. Y/N had to hold back a laugh as Louis rolled his eyes at his friend and former bandmate whose attention was completely on Alfie.

‘He’s not so bad.’ Y/N told Louis smiling as she heard another giggle from Alfie. ‘I’ve just picked him up from mum’s so he’s coming down from a chocolate button high hence the near meltdown.’ Louis chuckled and Y/N saw Harry look up at her from Alfie out of the corner of her eye. Alfie seemed more settled and Harry took his head falling back on your shoulder as a good time to sit back in his own chair for a moment.

‘Sounds like Haz.’ Y/N chuckled at Louis’ joke made funnier by the eye roll he earned from Harry. Louis turned to look at Harry and she could imagine a wink was exchanged, ‘Have you met Y/N?’ Louis asked Harry. Harry looked at her, smiled and nodded she was grateful he remembered the minimal times he’d met her or it could have got slightly awkward.

‘Yeah a couple of times I think.’ Harry smiled at Y/N who smiled back trying to not feel uncomfortable as the attention focused from her son to her. When Y/N had Alfie with her the attention of those around them was largely on Alfie and she couldn’t blame people, she was the same, he was a gorgeous little boy with chubby cheeks, big brown doe like eyes and a mass of dark brown curls. On the whole he was well behaved and had a cheeky personality he was endearing so when the attention shifted to her it felt slightly foreign and she wasn’t always sure the best way to react. ‘I’m Harry though, just in case.’ She giggled lightly under her breath and nodded at the good-looking boy sat behind her best friend.

‘Y/N’ She confirmed to which he nodded also. ‘You going to say hi to Lou Lou and Harry Alf?’ She cooed down at Alfie taking the attention away from herself once again and bouncing Alfie a touch to get his attention. His eyes were wide and awake now thanks to Harry but not filled with tears, thanks to Harry. Alfie grinned widely but buried his face in Y/N’s thick fur coat embarrassed with all eyes on him. Y/N chucked and bounced him a few more times as Louis tickled Alfie’s side earning a high-pitched scream-laugh from the little boy.

‘Where are you off to anyway?’ Louis asked when it became clear that he wasn’t going to get any sort of response apart from loud, shrill laughs from Alfie.

‘Taking this little man to his dads for the evening.’ Y/N said. She could hear the unhappiness in her tone so you were sure Louis and Harry did as well. Her voice sounded bored and fed up to her own ears so how could it not to them, she just hoped Louis didn’t make a trademark snarky comment.

‘Where’s your car?’ Louis asked to which Y/N sighed audibly this time instead of just silently to herself.

‘Garage.’ She told him rolling her eyes, ‘don’t ask it’s just been one of those weeks.’ She said laughing simply to lighten the mood though in reality the way this week was going made her want to cry.

‘Could Josh not have picked him up?’

‘Y’know what he’s like Lou.’ Y/N said softly in hope it would soften Louis’ sudden shift in attitude. She knew from experience how this conversation could go and she really didn’t want it to go that way right now. If her mother disliked Josh another word would be needed for how Louis felt towards him and he wasn’t afraid to make those feelings known.

‘He’s a lot like an arse hole.’ Louis said matter of factly without any qualms. Y/N rolled her eyes sighing making it as clear as possible she really didn’t want him being like this right now. She could have easily nodded along; his words weren’t that distant from her own thoughts but that would only add fuel to the fire and she didn’t want it to carry on whilst Alfie was so wide awake and Louis’ best friend was listening in.

‘Do you want a lift?’ Harry piped up from behind Louis possibly sensing the tension and trying to help disperse it. Y/N was a bit taken aback by the question, she’d been so focused on Louis and trying to stop him from getting so irate with Josh’s way of doing things that she’d almost forgotten Harry was there.

‘Oh, no it’s fine thank you.’ Y/N started a bit flustered looking to Alfie so the boys couldn’t see it on her face. ‘It’s probably quicker for me to get the tube and I’ve got to get somewhere after I’ve dropped him.’ Y/N explained still smiling at Harry whose eyes were still on her when she looked back at him.

‘Where are you going?’ Louis asked Y/N looking up at her a slight wash of confusion over his face.

‘I’ve got a rehearsal for a thing tonight.’ Y/N explained not wanting to be questioned. It wasn’t the sort of job she’d normally accept but the money was good and she needed it at this time of year more than ever. She wanted to make sure Alfie had the best Christmas possible this year and she’d do whatever she had to, to make sure it happened. And at the end of the day it was a charity event so it was for a good cause.

‘Well why don’t we take you there and then we can drop Alfie at Josh’s?’ Louis suggestion was kind and Y/N was grateful but she shook her head. She couldn’t accept. ‘Y/N.’

‘No Louis, I’ll be fine, I’m really grateful but it’s fine.’ Y/N insisted as forcefully as she could without sounding rude. After all it had been Harry’s suggestion and she hardly knew him so she didn’t want to offend him.

‘At least let us drop Alfie off.’ Louis practically begged taking Y/N’s hand. She laughed at him though Louis’ serious face didn’t change at all.

‘Josh’ll go mad.’

‘I don’t give a shit.’ Y/N sighed again glaring at Louis. Apart from anything else he kept swearing in front of an eighteen-month-old who was starting to pick up the English language and she really didn’t want him picking up Louis’ vocabulary.

‘I do Lou.’ Y/N said beginning to sound slightly fed up with the whole thing. ‘He is the father of my child and I do have to share my son’s time with him.’ Y/N reminded Louis though it was something she wished wasn’t true and something she’d prefer to forget.

‘Y/N enough,’ The force in Louis voice took Y/N slightly by surprise, ‘Let me help you out I’m not here to do it as often as I want and he is my godson.’ Louis reminded Y/N this time and she sighed she knew she couldn’t argue with that. Every time they spoke Louis always mentioned how he wished he could be there for her and Alfie more and now he had the chance she wasn’t letting him. It seemed unfair and she knew that. ‘You want to come with Uncle Lou?’ Louis said in a softened voice tickling Alfie’s tummy again but instead of a laugh this time Alfie moaned and pouted.

‘That sounds like a no to me Lou.’ Harry laughed as Louis quickly did all he could to stop Alfie bursting into tears. Y/N smiled at the interaction as Alfie slowly came around and a smile began to take over his chubby cheeks before a little giggle left his mouth.

‘That’s more like it.’ Louis smiled and Y/N couldn’t help but notice the small grin that was on Harry’s face as well as he watched Alfie fall into a fit of laughter again, as this time Louis entertained Alfie.

‘Have you even got a car seat?’ Y/N asked hoping a major technicality would get her out of this. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Louis to look after Alfie any other time and she wouldn’t have even questioned it but she knew how Josh might react and that made her nervous. Added to that Louis wouldn’t bite his tongue if Josh said something and he was bound to ask why it was that Josh couldn’t pick up his own son up to help Y/N out and Louis wouldn’t take Josh’s fabricated truths lying down like Y/N did purely for an easy life. It wasn’t worth the argument.

‘Yeah Lux’s is in the back, I had her for a bit today.’ Harry said, explaining himself quickly. Y/N was sure Harry didn’t know she knew who Lux was even though she knew her well thanks to Louis’ introduction to Louise. He was quick to explain that he’d only had her for a bit, Y/N supposed Harry probably didn’t want Y/N thinking he had a child of his own as well that he was keeping a secret from the world.

‘Ok fine.’ Y/N sighed finally giving in. She couldn’t say no to Louis for much longer and she really had to get going and she was sure Louis would keep her there until she said yes. Louis’ bright smile took over his face and it warmed Y/N’s heart.

Louis was quick to jump out of the car to help Y/N get her things from the pram and get Alfie settled in the back. Y/N gave Alfie a kiss and a sweet goodbye before passing Alfie over to Louis who leant into the back of the car to settle him in the unfamiliar car seat. Harry had turned in his seat to keep him entertained and distracted from the fact his mum was leaving whilst Louis and Y/N sorted the things out. Y/N grabbed her bag from the pram and let Louis deal with the rest.

‘Thank you so much Harry.’ Y/N said poking her head into the front of the car whilst Louis was putting the pram in the boot.

‘It’s really not a problem honestly.’ Harry reassured smiling at Y/N to comfort her further. Y/N nodded backing out of the way so she could thank Louis and say goodbye to him. She pulled him into a hug whispering a thank you and a be nice in his ear to which Louis chuckled.

‘It’s fine Y/N I’ll call you tomorrow about lunch?’ Y/N nodded as she let Louis go and get back into the car. She still felt nervous about how this would end and expected a nasty phone all from Josh before work that night.

‘Text me when you get him to Josh’s please Lou?’

‘I will.’ Louis smiled the same reassuring smile Harry had earlier. It did comfort Y/N but the anxiety was still there she didn’t particularly like leaving Alfie at the best of times but she had to tell herself to get over it and Josh would have to as well. Louis was Alfie’s godfather and she had every right to let him take her son for an hour so she could get to work.

The car pulled away and Y/N carried onto the tube station smiling and focusing on the bright Christmas lights that sill bought her warmth. She looked forward to the straight forward, three-stop tube journey and smiled at the thought of Alfie smiling and laughing with his godfather and new friend in the back of Harry’s car.