Flinthamilton and 14 and/or 16? ((As long as you keep reblogging these prompt thingies, I'm gonna keep sending asks))
14; a shrunken sweater and 16; rainy day cuddles
“That’s my jumper.”
Thomas hummed, turning the page of his book and not bothering to look up.
“Thomas. That’s my jumper, why are you wearing it?” James tugged on the collar.
“It shrank in the wash, in stretching it out;” he turned another page, as though it was a normal thing to happen.
James sat down and looked at the man he loved sat on the sofa beside him. It was his favourite jumper, dark blue with a little ship on the front. He got it on their first proper date. To see Thomas in it wasn’t that uncommon, but to see him wearing it with the arms halfway to his elbows and the hem reaching to just below his belly button… that was more unusual.
“Stop staring and come here;” Thomas curled an arm around him and drew James in close, letting him move himself into the space Thomas’ body formed.
Thomas began reading aloud as the rain outside grew louder. He ran his fingers through James’ hair as James traced the little square rigged ship on Thomas’ chest.
It was one of the small things James loved about their relationship, how it was simple to sit back and just listen. He could listen to Thomas read all day and just relax into the feeling of bliss. It made him giddy sometimes. He and Thomas would sit for hours resting on one another and he would never tire of it.
“That was…that was really good and all Haz, but is this gonna make shit weird?” Niall asked, lifting himself onto one elbow to peer down at Harry who, though technically larger than him, was curled up quite neatly into a ball like he was ready for a nap.
“Us? ‘Course not.” He closed his eyes while talking, leaving Niall to wonder if he’d only said it so that he could sleep or if he actually believed it.
“Do you really think people marry for love these days?” his father scoffed. Harry merely shrugged his shoulders, casting his gaze out the carriage window to a puddle that spanned the width of the street, reflective surface shattering as the wheels spun through it. “We can’t afford that! Besides, that’s a ridiculous notion. Where would you get such a nonsensical idea?”
“Nowhere, Father,” Harry sighed. He longed to be anywhere else but on his way to his wedding rehearsal, but short of throwing himself from the moving carriage and hoping he either died or was well enough to run away after landing, he had no choice but to stay.
(A Corpse Bride AU in which Harry wants to marry for love, and does, after The End.)
Harry wasn’t sure when he’d see Niall again–he knew of course that he would see Niall in the morning when he delivered breakfast, but he didn’t know if he’d have another chance to just sit and talk. He realized that Niall was the only person he’d had an actual conversation with since he’d gotten to Earth. He had too much to do in North America to stop and talk, moved around too often to meet people, but he realized now that he missed the interaction. He wasn’t made for people, but he liked people–at least he did now that he knew Niall.
(In other words, Niall and Harry easily become infatuated with each other when Harry starts staying at Niall’s family hotel, but their love is condemned to be…seasonal.)
there were some things I didn’t include bc i don’t like them anymore, but they total about another 3k, then there’s 31k of a few WIPs that i hope to finish in 2017, so all in all i wrote like… 71.5k this year (even tho literally almost exactly half of it is thus far unpublished) daaaang, well here’s to a great fic-filled 2017
Could I have a Riverdale ship please? I'm a straight, 5"5 British girl with kinda short dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. I sing and play the violin (With an Orchestra too), I love to read and write and I'm huge Classical Music and English lit trash . I'm a fairly loud person but I can become quiet and I'm known as the crazy girl of my friends. I don't like my body, I adore cuddles, wearing oversized jumpers and people playing with my hair. I love to learn and I'm told I am smart. Thanks x
I ship you with… Archie!
He would high key want you to play the violin with him while he plays the guitar because it’s such a different but amazing sound. He would be obsessed with your knowledge of English lit. He would love to wrap you in cuddles, telling you how amazing you look all the time, and you would so totally steal his jackets all the time. You wearing his clothes is actually his favorite thing in the world though.
okay but like i want cute even/isak fluff for when its almost christmas plz can u imagine those 2 at christmas IM CRYING i WANT soppy fucking mistletoe kisses to make up for this angst we’re going thru now.
Could I have a Riverdale ship please? I'm a straight, 5"5 British girl with mid-length dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. I sing and play the violin (With an Orchestra too), I love to read and write and I'm huge Classical Music and English lit trash. I'm a fairly loud person but I can become quiet and I'm known as the crazy girl of my friends. I don't like my body, I adore cuddles, wearing oversized jumpers and people playing with my hair. I love to learn and I'm told I am smart. Thanks x