Alright, guys, the time is finally here (and I feel a lot less prepared for it than I expected!) It’s really ridiculous considering I’ll be back in a short matter of time, how much I need this, and how much less time I’m going to be wasting. But I’m really gonna miss you all! I love you guys very, very much, and I’m gonna miss talking to a lot of you.
There’s a small chance that I’ll be coming partially back with a new Skype in a week for those I want to keep chatting with. Also, if you have my phone number (you know who you are), feel free to text me! I can’t promise I’ll be super talkative over that either, but it’ll be available.
Anyways, from June 26th to July 17th, I’ll be MIA on social media, as I go off the grid to get my life back together and to break the latest addiction to the internet. My queue will be running, so expect to still see me on the dash. Pray that the Lord’s will for me be done during this time and that most of my goals are achieved! I also expect to be refreshed on all the new memes when I get back, ehehe.
i just love how there was such a stark contrast between jake telling amy he still has feelings for her (”i know you’re with teddy and nothing is going to happen, i just wanted you to know”) vs teddy telling amy he still has feelings for her (”why are you with him” “will you marry me”)
He tightened his grip around Draco, hugging him closer, closer, closer, breathing soft words of encouragement in his ear. “Please, baby,” Harry whispered, his heart hammering in his chest because why wasn’t Draco breathing? “Talk to me.”
Draco jerked in his arms, as if slapped, and he choked back a sob, “I - I can’t -”
“I’m sorry -” Harry immediately said, kissing the top of Draco’s head. “You don’t need to do anything, baby, I’m sorry.”
He stayed silent, burying himself deep against Harry’s chest. Draco kept jerking in Harry’s arms, as if in war with himself, not sure if he wanted to bolt or get closer, closer, closer.
Why was Draco crying?
“Did I do something wrong?” Harry tried tentatively after a while, rocking them from side to side.
(What? It seemed to calm toddlers down - there was no reason why it wouldn’t do the trick for Draco.)
“No,” Draco whispered into his chest, heaving. “I - it’s my fault - I -”
Draco nodded. “I - I’m - you’re gay and I’m… I’m not a real boy -”
So that was the problem. “Draco,” Harry started carefully, “you are. Just because you don’t have a cock -”
Draco giggled - hiccoughed a dry sob. “Vulgar.”
“Shut up,” Harry smiled. “I mean it, though. You’re a boy.”
“I’m not -”
“You are.” Harry said firmly, his grip on Draco so tight it might bruise. “I’m gay, you’re a boy -”
“- and I am incredibly in love with you.”
“Oh,” Draco said, his breath hot on Harry’s neck. He was silent for a while, almost scarily still, until he slowly tilted his head to look up at Harry. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears, and he had never looked more beautiful. “Oh,” he repeated, a smile breaking through. “I love you too.”
Harry kissed his nose.
Partly because he knew it would make Draco giggle again.
Partly just because he could.
But mostly because, though still crying, Draco was breathing again.