May 14, 2017 - 03:42 1 Missed Voice Message
To: Maiolaine Bonneau
“Happy Birthday, again. Hopefully 20 is starting to treat you well… Uh-… I still smell like your perfume… it’s nice… But… that’s not why I’m calling you. I… I shouldn’t have kissed you last night, Io. I don’t regret it, but… fuck-… I shouldn’t have done it… Listen, Io… I can’t do this right now… “us”… You’re an amazing woman, and I do like you, but… I don’t think it’s our time… I… I think it would be best if we distance ourselves for… a while… I-… Maiolaine, I’m sorry…“
Heyy everybody, this is part 3 of my break story! Thank you all so much for reading my little series and sending me so many nice messages. Let me know what you think about this part.xx
She pushed him away with as much force as she could muster up and actually made him stumble a few steps.
“I have a boyfriend!” she exclaimed.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought because-”
“No!” she interrupted him.
“Don’t ever do that again!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.
She opened her car door, went in and slammed it shut with force. Within seconds she left the parking lot and Tim standing there.
Tears welled up in her eyes, making her vision blurry and she knew she should stop her car and calm down because this wasn’t safe. But she wanted to get home and shower and wash his touch off.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
She never meant to gave him the feeling wit was okay to kiss her.
The only person who was allowed to kiss her was Harry.
For goodness sake, she kissed him only a few hours before.
But the feeling of lips against hers that still lingered weren’t from Harry’s kiss.
Another man kissed her.
And even though she pushed him away and didn’t respond to his kiss she still felt guilty.
When she finally made it home she was properly crying with fat tears and loud sobs. She ripped her clothes of her body and took a hot shower. She stood underneath the hot water for at least half an hours, washing of the feel of his hands and lips on her.
She checked her phone when she went to bed and more tears fell from her eyes when she saw her lockscreen. Harry and her. Smiling so much that they weren’t able to kiss each other properly.
She cried herself to sleep that night, if she slept at all.
The next morning she woke up with sore eyes and slightly swollen cheeks. She hoped that everything was just a horrible dream but she knew it wasn’t. It was reality.
She just finished breakfast when her phone vibrated on the kitchen table with a text.
I’m in the hotel now. Everything’s fine. I miss you though. H
Her eyes closed briefly and she felt her whole body beginning to tremble.
She tipped back immediately, her fingers shaking so much she missed the right letters.
Can we talk?
She had to tell him. She couldn’t keep this from him.
Now? What’s wrong? Are you okay?
Her phone rung within seconds and even though she knew it would she still jumped at the shrill sound. She took a deep breath and hit the green button, lifting the phone to her cheek.
“Baby? What’s wrong?”
His voice sounded distressed and worried.
A sob interrupted her and she had to brace herself on the kitchen table so she wouldn’t fall down.
“Darling, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”
“H-He kissed m-me.”
Harry was silent, she heard nothing on the other end of the line.
“W-We left the restaurant and the d-dinner was fun a-and we really got along well. He walked me to my car and when he went t-to say goodbye he leaned in b-but instead of kissing me on the cheek h-he… kissed me on the lips.”
It took her forever to get the words out, sobs and hiccups interrupted her every second.
“Did you kiss him back?” Harry asked lowly and she knew that tone.
She heard it so many times before when some bloke tried to hit on her.
“N-No! I pushed him away immediately. He almost fell to the g-ground because I pushed him so hard and then I screamed at him that I have a b-boyfriend and that he shouldn’t do that ever again and left him standing there.”
“That’s my girl.” Harry chuckled after a moment of silence and Y/N couldn’t believe her ears.
“Baby, there’s nothing for you to cry about. You did everything right and I’m very proud of you even though he deserved to fall flat on his ass. I swear if I’d be home right now I’d cut his tongue off so he wouldn’t be able to-”
“You’re not mad?” she interrupted him.
“Not at you. You didn’t do anything wrong. That bloke is lucky though that I’m not home or else I’d rip his legs out. And arms. And everything else.”
Y/N sighed relieved and a small smile took over her lips.
“Thank you. I was so worried you’d be mad at me and break up and-”
“Stop. Seriously, you have to stop with all your doubts. I love you more than anything and I’m not going to leave you. Yeah, I’m not a fan of this break but I think it really is good for us. Everything’s alright, okay? We’ll figure it out when I’m back.”
“Okay.” she whispered.
“Can you do me a favor?” Harry asked then.
“Stay away from that Tom asshole.”
“I don’t care.”
She laughed softly and promised him she wouldn’t go near him.
“I have to go now, love. Think you’re okay?”
“Don’t cry anymore, yeah? It breaks my heart.”
“I’ll try.” she laughed softly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. See you soon.”
When she placed her phone down on the kitchen table she literally felt all the weight lifted off her shoulders. She was still shaking slightly but she knew it was okay now.
She also knew that Harry was probably planning how he could get back at Tim but she didn’t worry about that, Harry couldn’t hurt a fly. She knew he was probably killing that guy in his thoughts right now but that was okay, she was killing him in her imagination as well.
She honestly didn’t think Harry would react that calm. She expected him to say ‘I knew why I wasn’t happy when you told me about him’ or maybe ‘It was so goddamn obvious he would try something’. She even kind of expected him to be so upset and angry he wouldn’t have let her explain but instead hand up immediately.
But he didn’t. And again she noticed that something had changed since they started the break.
If that would have happened before the escalation two weeks ago Harry would have started screaming at her and in the end he would have left the house.
But his reaction showed that he wanted something to change as well. He was hurting too and even though it sounded strange, Y/N was glad. During all those fights and screaming sessions she was scared she was the only one who was breaking inside.
Even though she wasn’t quite sure what would happen when Harry came home she knew they couldn’t be without each other. That break showed them what they could loose. It showed that what they had was unique and special.
And it also showed that the love they had for each other was stronger than anything else. Y/N knew from the beginning that Harry was the love of her life. Harry knew it too, she was the one for him from the first date.
The only thing they were both scared of now was their future. Would it get to that point again where they had to take a break?
The next few days felt strange. The fact that she saw him and talked to him over the phone made her think they would at least text throughout the day but there was nothing. Still radio silence.
And even though it bothered her she didn’t want to text him first. She knew he was busy and had other things to worry about but she at least thought he would give her a little update on how everything was going.
She worried though. She was scared he forgot about her. She was scared he actually enjoyed the break because now that he was with a lot of other people he didn’t have to think about her and maybe he’d realize that he was secretly missing his freedom?
When she saw him on SNL for his first ever live performance of his single she was a crying mess. One, because she missed him so much and still didn’t hear from him and two, because she was so incredibly proud and three, because she stayed awake until the early hours of the morning. He smashed it. He was absolutely perfect.
And she felt so goddamn bad because she wasn’t there waiting from him when he came off the stage. She wasn’t there to kiss all over his face because she was even prouder than his mum. She wasn’t there.
He told her she should stop doubting his love for her but for some reason she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help but worry when he wasn’t here and she didn’t hear from him and even though she knew that was the purpose of a break, her mind couldn’t do anything else but come up with her worst nightmares and her heart couldn’t help but break.
When she finally wanted to go to sleep she didn’t knew if she should text him. He knew for sure that she would watch it but would he want her to text him? Her fingers hovered over the keyboard of her phone for several minutes until she decided that yes, she had to text him.
You did so good. I’m so incredibly proud of you.xx
She turned her phone off immediately when she hit send so she wouldn’t wait another few hours for his reply and could get some sleep. Even though she probably couldn’t keep her eyes closed.
She got no reply the next day.
And the day after that? Nothing.
And on the third day she was a mess.
Tears sprung to her eyes when she checked her phone for the thousandth time that day and she still didn’t hear anything from him. She knew he was unbelievably, incredibly busy but…
Was she not important anymore?
Did he not want to talk to her?
Or did he just not see it?
Or maybe the little incident with Tim hurt him more than he would like to admit.
Even though Harry told her she should stop worrying she couldn’t. He made it pretty hard to.
If she wouldn’t have seen his face all over social media and on tv she wouldn’t have known he was still alive during the next week. She felt like she went back in time to the first week of being without him, whenever she had a free moment her mind would immediately wander to him.
Then it was all a blur. It was like she was numb. She didn’t know if she should feel angry or sad or maybe happy because he would be home in a few days. The truth was that she didn’t feel anything.
He told her she could call or text him anytime she felt the need to and to be honest she did need him more than anything but she didn’t try to reach out for him. He didn’t respond to her congratulating him, why should he respond to anything else?
When the fourth week of their break was over he didn’t come home. She knew he’d return that day but he wasn’t there yet. And he probably wouldn’t come. He didn’t tell her when he would land, didn’t ask her to pick him up, didn’t tell her he would come home straight away.
And he didn’t.
She spend another night in the bed they once shared alone. Without him. Without any sort of communication between them.
A loud noise woke her up the next morning, followed by a muttered ‘shit’. Her heart started to pound, her eyes frankly searching for something to defend herself. She got out of bed on shaky legs, grabbing Harry’s golf club which stood beside the drawer. She made her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs on tip toes, making sure she didn’t make any sound.
When she saw the all too familiar suede boots at the front door she knew she didn’t have to defend herself. At least not her body but more her heart. She placed the golf club down on the floor and made her way to the kitchen where she was greeted by a sight which used to make her tummy fill with butterflies but now she was feeling nervous in the most negative way.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked and was surprised herself at how cold her voice sounded.
Harry whirled around and stopped draping berries on the waffles he made, his eyes were wide with shock and his mouth agape.
“I-I wanted to surprise you. I made breakfast and-”
She interrupted him with a humorless laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Surprise me? I think you’ve surprised me enough lately.”
“What?” he asked with furrowed brows.
“I was surprised when I didn’t hear from you at all during the last two weeks, nothing to keep me updated. I was surprised when I texted you and didn’t get a reply. I was surprised when you didn’t let me know when you came home. I was surprised when you didn’t come home as soon as you left the airport.”
Harry was standing there completely dumbfounded, suddenly feeling insecure about what he prepared for her. He had no idea what was going on, thought she would jump into his arms as soon as she saw him. He thought she would love the flowers he brought her and the breakfast he prepared. That wasn’t the case, apparently.
“You… I… What?” he asked again.
“I don’t know if I want to see you right now, Harry.”
Idk I know I make some good faces but I almost always have to consciously think about it and sometimes I can’t manage anything even though I’m definitely feeling something and everything feels forced anyway and–
read at your own risk lots of emotions that make no sense ahead lmao
OK to everyone who says at the people congrats on finding your new bias wrecker aka binnie y'all don’t understand like I have a bias in Astro it is very much Jinwoo but what you don’t understand is that I high key stan all of them equally like there is no such thing as a bias wrecker because I love them all too differently and I love them as individuals and you can’t compare them because they’re just not comparable. they all have different personalities and they’re not comparable in my heart because I love them all so much I love them so differently and I value them each differently that you can’t compare them to each other and even if I tried I wouldn’t be able to because it’s just…… you don’t know the amount of love that I have for all of them in my heart is equal. I love them all equally I don’t know how to explain what I’m trying to say and I don’t if it’s coming across but people talk about having bias wreckers in Astro and I don’t understand this because I love them all equally I have fangirled and cried and laughed and died over them all equally I care about them all equally enough where I don’t really have bias list for I am first and foremost in Astro stan as a whole and to me that means I can have no bias wreckers in this group and I hope love all of them they all make me want to cry and laugh and I have cried because of all of them at least a couple times and it’s just insane. it’s insane how much love you have for six boys that don’t even know you and I don’t even know where I’m going with this anymore I’m kind of just talking to my microphone because I don’t want to type all this out but I really just… I really love them and yeah I just really love them. Sorry for the rant I don’t know where is going with it just started but I feel like every Aroha can understand what I’m trying to say or maybe I’m just a weird fan but yeah i kinda just went on ranting….. i love them so much i hope they know how loved they are…. that’s all i want.
How would the rest of the Shirogane family react to one of them bringing their new baby over? c':
[The Voltron Family] It was Hunk who brought home the baby. Their first baby and Shiro was excited and so was Keith. So when the doorbell rang, it was Pidge who opened the door. Hunk, Shay and their baby entered and Lance and Pidge were cooing.
Pidge: Oh my god. He’s so tiny. *touches the baby* Shay: He is. *smiles* Lance: *laughs* I can’t believe someone can be tinier than you, Pidge. Pidge: *rolls eyes* Oh piss off, Lance. Hunk: *scandalous* GUYS PLEASE! Language! I don’t want my new born son to be a cuss machine just because his aunt and uncle can’t control their mouths. Lance: Oh look at you! You’re starting to sound like Daddy Shiro! Hunk: I know. I totally get him now. *chuckles* Speaking of Daddy Shiro, where are they? I texted them we’re coming. *looks around*
Shiro and Keith came down from the second floor and greeted them. Shiro was beaming, his eyes widened in delight upon the sight of the lil baby.
Shiro: *takes the baby* Oh my god. *gasp* Look at him. He’s so… *kisses the baby on the lips* HA! I took his first kiss. Pidge: *rolls eyes in amusement* Daddy Shiro, PLEASE. I’m pretty sure Hunk and Shay took his first kiss already. Lance: *chuckles* Sorry, Dad. Better luck next time. Hunk: Kissed him the very first time I held him. *glowing with pride* Shiro: *frowns* Well I’m the first grandpa to kiss him. *pouts* Shay: Indeed you are, Dad. *smiles* Shiro: *looks for Keith* *spots him* *approaches Keith* Look at him, love. Look at him. He’s so beautiful. I’m already in love with him. Keith: *smiles at Shiro* Yeah… *looks at the baby* *touches baby’s cheek* Hunk: *notices something is wrong with Keith*
When Hunk and his family left, Shiro followed Keith to their bedroom.
Shiro: Keith, are you okay? Keith: *turns around* What? Yeah. Of course. Why wouldn’t I be? Shiro: I… *looks down* I don’t know. You don’t seem too happy seeing our son’s baby a while ago. Keith: *eyes widens* What? I was. I mean, he’s our grandson. Shiro: Not as happy as I thought you would be though. What’s going on in your mind? Do you wanna talk about it? *pulls Keith so they can sit on their bed* Keith: *runs his hand through his hair* It’s just that. *looks at Shiro* You look so happy with the baby. Shiro: I am. Keith: *smiles sadly* I know. *whispers* I want one. Shiro: *almost chokes* W-What? Is this an invitation to— Keith: *chuckles* What? NO! Not that. I’m just… *plays with his fingers* I wonder what it’s like to have a newborn baby… *blushes* with you. Shiro: *blushes* Oh my god. Keith, don’t do this to me. *buries his head in his hands* Don’t. PLEASE. Keith: I’m sorry. I know it’s dumb. We’re— Shiro: But I know how that can be arranged. *looks up and smiles*
It turned out Hunk and Shay had been planning to let Keith and Shiro take care of their baby already when they were busy. Pidge even joked around if she could reproduce for her daddies, she would give them a child but it was immediately shut down by Shiro who panicked at Pidge’s suggestion. It all ended in laughter. The baby stayed with them twice a week and Keith was so damn happy that Shiro has never seen Keith this excited about babysitting.
Shiro: *hears the baby crying at 2am* *taps Keith* Baby, your turn. Keith: *wakes up* *grumbles* *mumbles in Japanese* Shiro: *chuckles* You wanted a newborn and you got it. Now go get the lil turtle. He’s probably hungry.
Keith came back carrying the baby, cooing and whispering things.
Keith: There there. Daddy’s here now. Let’s just go to sleep with Daddy Shiro, yeah? Stop crying now, baby. *lays down and places the baby between him and Shiro* Shiro: *smiles* I swear Hunk’s going to be so pissed his son will call us “daddy” and not him. Keith: *sleepily* I already called dibs, Takashi. I don’t want to be called grandpa. Sucks for my baby Hunk. He’ll get over it. *chuckles softly*
How about a reincarnation au where merlin used to pick forget-me-nots for arthur every time he went to gather herbs (as a joke of course) and once arthur comes back the first thing he does is go out and buy some for merlin ;u;
(please click on it or something tumblr makes the pictures so tiny)
When I was first getting into PWG stuff a while back, the first I ever seen of Candice was a highlight video of her match with Cole and I remember being like HOLY SHIT I love her, I want to be her, she’s the best! So yeah I’m gonna go cry now cause she’s the fucking best and I’m so happy and excited for her.