15. Kiss drabble: A kiss because I have literally been watching you all night and I can’t take anymore
A/N: Just a little bit of dopey middle-aged romance. I hope you enjoy :)
Henry has been watching his wife sleep for hours now. Playful envy and his own exhaustion swirling together in his chest with every rise and fall of her chest, as she gains another second of sleep the NSA is causing him to go without. Let her sleep, he chastises himself. Sleep is such a rare occurrence for either of them, he would not- should not disturb her when she’s managing to rack some in. Contents himself with watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, and the way her eyes flutter as she dreams.
Her light hair is splayed out- quite adorably, if he might add- all disheveled across her face and the pillows. His hand wanders. Pen falling from his fingers. Notes abandoned. He skims his hand over hers, stealing her fingers between his, and raising them ever so gently to his lips, pressing his lips to her knuckles. He smiles as she stirs, grumbles something completely unintelligible in his direction, and tips her face further into her pillow.
Henry chuckles, leaning down, hand still holding hers, and kisses her hair. He whispers his apologies like sweet nothings in her ear, and brushes lightly at her hair, trying to lull her back to sleep. Elizabeth does not seem to be having it though. Her hands move first, fingers searching for him, leaving his hand and gripping when they find his chest. Her eyes blink once, twice, three times and she’s squinting up at him, edging herself closer to him.
“Youhaventsleptyet,” she slurs in her sleepy stupor.
“What was that?” He asks, lowering himself down onto his side, and taking her warm form into his arms. She nestles against him, burying her face in his chest and God, if he doesn’t count his blessings each night he gets to sleep next to her. A wonder of a woman, beauty and intellect, she is a woman ancient worlds would have gone to war over and he- Henry McCord, gets to be the one to hold her in his arms.
“I said,” she mutters, his shirt muffling her words, “You haven’t slept yet?”
She peeks up at him as she waits for her answer. Her electric eyes sending a shiver through him as he buries his hand further in her hair, scooping at the base of her neck. Remarkable, truly remarkable. He can’t help himself- swoops down and steals a kiss, languid and soft. Her lips part for his routinely, and she lets out a little sigh that reverberates against him. When he breaks away, she nudges her nose against his cheek. Her eyes having fluttered closed again, so she stays there, skin to skin, taking him in with her other senses.
“What was that for?”
“I’m sorry,” Henry laughs, an airy exhale of breath type of chuckle, telling her, “I’ve just been watching you- quite enviously- sleeping, and you’re so…” words fail and so he simply shakes his head, letting out a breath. “I just couldn’t take it anymore.”
Elizabeth grins, taking advantage of his pause to press her lips back against his, and pulling him on top of her. The pair slowly drifting off to sleep between gentle touches and languorous kisses.
Before I go back to sleep let me tell you guys a story that I just remembered:
Back in first grade a had a huge crush on this boy. He was really nice to me, he was just a blast, and he played with me after school often. So I was like “yo, we should totally get together” one time during class (I think we were making homemade applesauce) and he. Totally shut me down. Maybe I was too straightforward…? but he moved away from where we were sitting together on the floor and he never talked to me again after that. I was damn near in tears (I was in tears actually, and of course none of the teachers asked me what was wrong). He never played with me after school after that.
And now I’m looking back on that and I’m just like “What a jerk how could you do that when you’re six years old to another six year old”
Moral of the story? I’m not sure actually. But ever since that one time I’ve been terrified of telling someone I like them. Hell, I was six! I’ve always been terrified of telling people I like them now, terrified of asking people to be friends with me, because the last time I did that, I was left crying on the floor. Really did a number on my self esteem.
comprehensive analysis of sam & cap meeting for the first time
‘oh hey look how fast i can run look how fast and cool i am look at me’
cap is wearing a t shirt 2 sizes 2 small that may as well be soaking wet come the fuck on cap put on some fucking clothes
i can’t hear anything steve is saying over his flexing
‘what unit u with? where u work? what’s ur name? u got a boyfriend? where yo boyfriend at?’
flimsy excuse to hold hands (’oh help me up from this tree i’m so tired i can’t possibly get up by myself’)
sam immediately all ‘must be weird coming home after the whole defrosting thing’ like wow personal much? buy a guy a drink first
steve is like ‘uh ya it’s weird that’s personal buy a guy a drink first’ and goes to leave
sam: -anguished expression- oh god i fucked it up
damn it sam save it! save it! don’t let him go! -says the first thing that pops into his head-
‘what the fuck buy a guy several drinks first?’
sam: your bed, it’s too soft. when I was over there I’d sleep on the ground, use rocks for pillows, like a caveman.
sam: -explains what the fuck he’s talking about, beds are too soft, etc etc etc’
steve: ohhhh the marshmallow bed thing? ya i get that. fucking soft beds right haha -is apparently into the whole caveman thing-
sam: nice, saved it -high fives self-
steve: -demonstrates how Knowledgeable he is and how much Perspective he has and how Funny he can be’ we use to boil everything!!!!
steve literally sounds like one of those beauty queens having a question sprung on her that she didn’t expect
‘Miss New York how does the world of today compare to the days of world war 2??? 30 seconds on the clock’
‘no polio is good’
….’no polio is good’….
‘we used to boil everything!!!’
somehow sam is still cool with this. it’s probably bc steve has mouth-watering melon pecs
Sam Makes His Move
you can tell this is his Move. he tells this to all the ladies. there’s no way you can get someone listening to marvin gaye and not get laid instantaneously
steve doesn’t know what the fuck sam is talking about but this is a great excuse to show off his arms by pulling out his little notebook
are you looking at those arms sam?? bc i am
this is the face of a man who is DTF
‘Miss New York, what are the most significant historical events and cultural changes that have occurred since world war two?? 30 seconds on the clock’
‘uhh…. I Love Lucy. Moon Landing. Berlin wall… up and down. Steve Jobs…. apple….???? Disco. Definitely. Thai food. Star Wars and Trek. Nirvana… I’m pretty sure that’s a band. Rocky and Rocky 2. And whatever this guy just told me. idk I’ll look it up on the Google later’
‘all right Sam, duty calls. Thanks for the run…… if that’s what you want to call running.’
‘Oh, that’s how it is??’
‘Ohhh that’s how it is.’
this is better flirting than i have ever implemented in my nearly ten long years after hitting puberty
‘Hey anytime you want to stop by my place of employment that I told you explicitly within minutes of meeting you but now I’m bringing up again to make sure you remember where I work and where to find me again, make out with me me look awesome in front of the girl at the front desk, just let me know’
about shiro not backing keith’s story in bom: i think there’s other factors that a lot of people overlook. namely, the fact that shiro’s response isn’t just him reacting to an isolated incident–its him finally putting together the pieces after a long time of dealing with constant doubt and concern. because he knows something’s up with keith. in season 2, he’s the only one that does. on two separate occasions, he takes keith aside and tries to talk to him, to ask him what’s wrong, to try and get him to open up. and every time keith shuts him out? you can see the fear on shiro’s face, can see that he feels like they’re slowly drifting apart and he’s losing keith
these two strike me as friends who probably used to tell each other everything. so the fact that keith is refusing to talk now, that he’s forcing this distance between them? shiro doesn’t know what to think. and when he sees keith has this alien knife and is maybe part galra? maybe isn’t even from earth at all? shiro is very quickly finding out that this person he’s very close to, someone who he thought he knew everything about, is quite literally becoming alien. his best friend is suddenly a stranger, and he’s questioning whether he ever even knew him at all
looking at shiro’s face here, he looks just as panicked as keith. despite how good he is at improvising and acting, he doesn’t even have it in him to scrape together an excuse or cover story. he’s genuinely shocked, and just blurts the words out without thinking. “I…I don’t know”–he hesitates, stumbles. he’s seeing the person he thought he was really close to in a whole new light, and he doesn’t know how to handle it
and keith? when he’s down on the ground, the first thing he says is “Shiro, you know me.” becuase he’s trying desperately to bridge that gap, to make shiro see–to prove that, even if keith’s going through some shit, even if he doesn’t know who he himself is, he hasn’t changed. the person shiro knew is still the same.
also, look at shiro’s face after that exchange. that doesn’t look like someone who just sold out or distrusts their friend. he takes the time to look at keith and kinda check in, to see how vulnerable and scared he looks (scared because he thinks shiro doesn’t trust him)
before he goes right back to glaring and confronting the bom
he then tells keith theyre leaving and starts walking away. he realizes there’s some kind of conflict here between keith and the bom, so he tries to separate them. if he really didnt trust his friend, he would’ve insisted he either 1 hand over the knife or 2 started asking a bunch of personally invasive questions–after all, this is the person that insisted on morally grey mind control interrogation to extract information from a galra.
instead, he sees how honestly hurt and confused keith looks, so he gives him some space and tries to quickly remove him from the situation
and when keith insists on staying? shiro’s worried look in the background there? even if he doesn’t understand what’s been going on with keith all this time, he’s clearly concerned, clearly cares. he backs off a bit and let’s keith say his piece, because he realizes just how much all this means to him. shiro doesn’t interfere again until after he hears keith’s life will be on the line, and immediately tries to get him out of there
he goes right up to keith’s side when he tries to reason with him, and we get a repeat of that shoulder touch thing these two do so much. shiro especially does this to keith a lot, and it honestly seems like a kind of grounding thing. he reaches out to keith, tries to tell him that whatever’s going on his life isn’t worth it, holds onto him to offer some kind of comfort. the way shiro tries to convince him here reminds me a lot of that thing joaquim said in an interview, about how “shiro is sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep him in check.” shiro very much tries to do that here, sees that keith is angry and upset and tries to keep him from making a reckless decision.
was shiro really taken aback and hurt initially? i think so, yes. but once he kinda has a bit of time to recover and think things through he’s still thinking of keith and trying to help him as best he can–this is also why he doesn’t try to stop him again until it’s absolutely necessary, because he respects keith’s volition and understands the importance of that autonomy. when push comes to shove, regardless of the situation, shiro still steps up to protect keith
what niall has done ever since the break started: (or even before)
enjoying his life, traveling around the world and hanging with friends
dedicating his time and money to charities to help people in need many many times
blessing us with cute and random videos/pictures on social medias
working hard on his new music, being all passionate and humble to share his own creations
never afraid to voice his political views and raise awareness
being all friendly and kind with his fans, keep interacting with fans on twitter and even film videos to answer each questions
literally taking times to write handwritten letters for the fans
being genuinely supportive to his band mates, constantly like/retweet posts related to the other boys’ solo projects, leaving cute comments under their pictures, always praising the other boys in his interviews
loving one direction with his entire heart
still dominating the chart with the song he released a year ago
never bragging nor being arrogant despite his global success, always staying humble and grateful to the audience, still getting overwhelmed by fans sometimes
always providing positive vibes and happiness
what some of y’all have done instead:
calling him fame-seeking for doing a lot of promotion (as if that’s not how promotion works)
accusing him for “copying other boys’ solo projects” (when he was literally the first one to release solo work and announce tour plans)
saying he’s only mentioning 1d to gain fans (then why wouldn’t he just go gain fans from audience outside the 1d fanbase, if he’s really that “desperate for fame” ??)
hating him for whatever reasons you find from spinning the wheel
using this ask as an opportunity to respond to some people’s opinions about Arnie & Mia without having to answer anything rude :-)
No, it’s not awkward that Mia is with Arnie even though he dated her sister. If you think about this logically time-wise, Arnie and Maisie dated for maybe 3 days when they were in the beginning of their teens. Arnie and Mia have been dating ever since. There’s a big difference there. I like to imagine that Maisie and Arnie dated for a couple months when they were like 14. Now they’re all probably in their early twenties.
Mia isn’t pregnant (yet) so it’s not a ‘shotgun wedding’
Everyone’s out here calling Arnie ‘trash’ and a ‘bad person’ but this is solely because he kissed Mia back that one time. When they were like 14. Realistically, Mia is the problem in that situation. She’s the one out kissing her sister’s boyfriend. And this was years ago. I don’t think any of them are concerned about it anymore. I get that it’s a little sketchy, but it’s a thing of the past! Let it be!
Otherwise, Arnie is an all around stand up guy. He comes from a good family, has a good job, has been completely faithful to Mia, and they have a ton in common. And they’ve been together forever! Of the recent Huntley relationships (lookin’ @ u young Teagan + Max) this is most healthy.
Look, I’m just gonna keep playing my game regardless of how people feel about the relationship of someone that isn’t even the heir, but I hope this cleared some stuff up.
p.s. sorry @screamingunicorntblr, you just sent me a great meme and somehow ended up being wrapped up in this, but thanks for (unintentionally) letting me use your ask as a place to ramble. You’re great.
“Ah… they did? What did they say?” Hongseok passes my phone to me as I read the messages I haven’t opened for the last few hours. Seeing them still hurt because it still feels insincere, as if I was alone in this friendship.
“Are you going to reply?” Hongseok asked while taking one of my hand in his from under the blanket. It was barely even 6am and I wasn’t down for the drama just yet.
“Not yet, let’s have cake.” I say smiling, and dragging him with me over to the kitchen still with my phone in one hand.
I took the cake out from the fridge and set it on the table between Hongseok and I. He placed a candle in the centre and lit it, turning the light off before he took his seat. The room was dark and the winter sun hasn’t yet risen and so all that was left to light up the room was the moonlight seeping through the gaps of the blinds and the orange candlelight. A few seconds after, the room was filled with his voice - he sang happy birthday and I couldn’t help but wear a smile on my face. His voice was pretty and I honestly couldn’t thank him enough for doing all this for me. When the short song came to an end we both clapped, I clapped to applaud his singing and he clapped to applaud me fo coming to life twenty-one years ago.
“Make a wish Y/N.”
“Wishes don’t come true Hongseok.”
“I’ll make sure this one does, as long as it’s realistic and I can afford it.” He laughed as I smiled.
“There’s nothing I want.”
“But there is, I can tell.”
“I just want a shoulder to lean on and not be a burden to people.”
“Done!” I laughed at his enthusiasm.
“I’ll always be your shoulder to lean on, and you’re never going to be a burden to me.”
“It makes me feel as though I’m replacing them because that’s exactly what they said to me five years ago.”
“I’m not asking to take their place silly, but just know that I’m always going to be here for you.” He grabbed my hand again from across the table and rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand. I wanted to cry in this moment because I was so grateful of him and his words.
“I don’t deserve someone like you in my life.”
“Idiot, I told you this already. You deserve more and better but you’re stuck with me now.”
“I like the sound of that though.” We both laughed and enjoyed one another’s company. Until my phone dinged, showing a notification from the group chat. I un-muted the conversation but didn’t think they’d be up to say anything.