#And my mum and sisters always ALWAYS point out when my outfit looks like a certain character

[the-halfling-prince]

Everytime a new pod meets world episode drops, I'm constantly checking the shawn hunter tag, desperate for crumbs. Because people will makes gifs of whatever episode was just covered. I'm grasping at straws here y'all. I've read almost every Shawn centric fic on AO3 I had to write my own there's 10 of them posted so far that's the most fics I've written for a fandom like ever. If y'all see me reblog any post referencing "the character" that's the character I'm thinking about.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Wiped Out II

Fridolina Rolfö x Teen!Reader

Summary: You look like your cousin

"Wow."

You frown a little bit, eyebrows drawn together as you look at Aitana.

You met her after the match against Spain in the World Cup and you know she's Frido's friend.

"What?"

Aitana's eyes glance between you and Frido, dancing from one of you to the other.

"I mean...it really is uncanny!"

"What is?"

Her finger is raised to point at you and then to Frido. She can't seem to make words as her mouth opens and closes

"You two are practically identical!"

You puff your cheeks out in outrage. "No, we're not! Don't say that!"

Frido scoffs next to you. "Is it really that bad? To be told you look like me? Most people would consider me pretty." She pinches your cheek and you swat at her.

"It's different when I've been told that my whole life," You say," You know I had someone ask at school where my sister was."

"But you don't have a sister."

"They meant you, Frido."

"But I'm your cousin. Why would they think I'm your sister?"

You exchange an unimpressed look with Aitana.

"Because we're practically identical. We look more closely related to each other than just cousins."

"I mean..." It's Ingrid that's speaking now, sitting in her cubby. "It is scarily uncanny. I don't need to look at old photos to see what you used to look like, Frido."

"Wait until the baby photos come out," You warn her with a little smile," Then you'll see just how alike we really used to be."

It's not a bad thing, actually. Looking like Frido, that is. No matter how much you jokingly complain.

She's your cousin but she's always treated you as something closer than that despite the age gap between you. You love her a lot even though she's a bit protective and has a bunch of random rules for you like mandatory hugs every day and being her taste tester for when she makes dinner.

"She used to be called my mini," Frido brags, a casual arm being thrown over your shoulder," I used to buy her outfits so we could dress the same."

You giggle a little. "Until some woman at the store asked if Frido was a teen mum?"

Her own smile falls. "I thought I told you to stop telling people that!"

"If you want to bring up the matching outfits then I'm bringing up the teen mother incident." You shrug and Frido rolls her eyes fondly at you, a ghost of a smile on her face.

"Alright," Ingrid says finally, standing up from her cubby and stretching out her back," Let's get down to training. We've only got a few more minutes."

Frido walks with you until about halfway where she pulls you to a stop.

With her knee still being hurt, she's on a strict rehab schedule and can't come down onto the pitch with you but that doesn't stop her from walking most of the way there.

"I'm only in rehab for a few hours," She tells you," So I'll come out and sit on the grass until training's over, alright?"

You rolls your eyes. "Yes, Frido. Like every other time you say it. I think I know this speech by heart by now."

"Go on," She pushes you lightly away," You can take your snark elsewhere."

Like clockwork, hours later, Frido appears at the side of the pitch, sitting down on the grass and stretching out her knee.

You can just tell by the way she's squinting that she was getting impatient during her rehab.

She's clingier now that you've made the move from Sweden to Barcelona with her. She'd been ecstatic when the announcement went out and then stern when she realised you hadn't told her in advance.

It was funny, winding up your cousin but once she'd gotten over that, she'd been very excited to tell everyone she knew about the fact that you and her would finally be playing for the same club.

She was probably more excited than you were and Magda begged you to make her shut up about it during camp.

But no one could make Frido shut up, not even when you called your auntie and uncle to see if they could.

Frido was just too excited.

"All done?" She asks as you jog over.

You nod, helping her up onto her feet.

"Let's go get you checked out," She says, her arm finding it's familiar spot over your shoulders.

Frido had been excited when it was announced you were joining Barcelona. You had been excited too.

You had just forgotten about how much she fussed over you.

It was routine now as you sit in your cubby and peel off your socks and boots.

Frido's always been a bit fussy with you. She'd never truly been just your cousin. More like a sister sometimes with the way that she annoyed you. More like a mother with just how much she fussed.

She does this every time, ever since that third place match against Australia when Raso's studs hit your back.

She inspects your legs for bruises and presses on your muscles, watching for even a hint of a wince.

You know she's noticed one of your new bruises after you and Esmee collided earlier but it's not too bad and the pair of you just burst out laughing the minute your legs got tangled together.

Frido purses her lips though, pressing experimentally on the patch of skin and you nudge her with a toe.

"I'm fine," You say.

She doesn't look convinced.

"It was just a bit of silly fun."

"We should keep an eye on it," Frido insists and you roll your eyes," Just in case."

"How is it that you're the one that's just undergone surgery and you still find time to fuss over my tiny bruises?"

Frido kisses your forehead. "Well, I've got to keep an eye on my mini-me."

[cheriladycl01]

Hiiii could you write about Carlos Sainz that he has a secret relationship with an Arab Muslim girl (she doesn't wear hijab) 24 years old, Y/N and Carlos' little sister her friend because they go to the same university from Madrid and Carlos always bothered her, he was always around Y/N whenever she was talking with a boy Carlos made them run away and that's how they became a couple but secretly it was due to Y/N's religion and Carlos likes to annoy her by teasing her face to face or sharing a message by pinching her side because she is ticklish and she also annoys him.

Thanks youu 💖

Romeo to my Juliet - Carlos x Reader

Plot: After studying at the University of Madrid, and making friends with Blanca Sainz you were constantly around her older brother Carlos who was … obviously obsessed with you!

A/N: Ive done research before writing this on Muslim culture and struggles, however I am not a person of colour, and do not want to cause any offence when writing this! Also the wording of this request did confuse me a little bit so I’m hoping I’ve got everything that you’ve wanted in here!

Carlos and you were two people you wouldn’t pin together. You were quiet and reserved whilst he was loud and expressive. You were shy, whilst he was confident. But it was those differences that actually made you the perfect pair.

Being in a secret relationship with the Carlos Sainz wasn’t easy, and neither is the story that came with it.

It started when you first applied to university. You got into the University of Madrid and your parents couldn’t be more happy as your father had work in Spain taken from the Middle East, so it wasn’t a difficult family move.

You were a very stylish girl despite being shy and with your outfits it wasn’t hard to catch the eyes on campus. And that was how you met Blanca Sainz.

It was a colder day in Madrid, around November and you were in one of your favourite winter time outfits that’s kept you warm and cozy, still not completely used to the cold winters Europe have compared to the Middle East.

You had this Burberry scarf on, a gift from you father and a gust of win caught you, immediately your hands grabbed for your skirt leaving your scarf to fly off from around your neck.

“Oh my gosh” you gasp as you tried to reach out for it but it just flew off into the distance. You started to run after it, until you saw it hit a girl and practically strangle her.

“I’m so so so sorry! The wind … and it just … and oh my gosh I’m so sorry, it hit you!” You gasp at the girl who looks over you before laughing.

“It’s … a scarf I’m fine” she giggled.

That day you guys got coffee on campus before getting to know each other and you’d been fast friends since.

It wasn’t until the end of your second year in university, your mum and dad had moved back home to the Middle East. And you didn’t know what to do about summer break.

Blanca actually invited you to her family trip to Mallorca and to stay with her in her family home.

You felt bad, so you suggest the first few weeks are spent in your family home in Dubai. And she definitely didn’t want to turn that down.

So of course you guys spent the summer, tanning, in your pool playing games with your mum and dad when they were free and going to get ice cream.

“Your house is insane, what the hell does your mum and dad do!” She asked looking around the 6 bedroom Villa your family owned.

“I don’t actually know, but he’s a business owner of some sort” you giggle, always too bored to listen to your father explain his career.

“There’s an aquarium in your kitchen island …” she points at it, mouth open wide.

“Yeah, excessive i know but my dad adores his fish”

“And your house it on the beach! AND there’s a pool? I don’t even know if I want to see the garage!” She exclaims.

“Mmmmmm yeah my dads also a car collector. He actually left some in Spain in the house there” you offer.

“Your like so humble though! I - WHAT?” She asks in shock and you just laugh her off.

You guys definitely enjoyed your time in Dubai and your parents loved her, she was invited back for the Christmas holidays too.

Then when you got to Spain you met the rest of her family.

“Mum dad, this is my friend Y/N” Blanca offers as you enter the home which was a beautiful Spanish Villa.

“Ah Y/N we’ve heard so much about you from Blanca when she calls” her mother smiles. Ana comes running down the stairs immediately pulling her sister into a hug.

“Ah you must be Y/N? Yes, you are gorgeous! Where are you from!” She grins pulling you into an unexpected hug.

“I’m from Dubai!” You smile and that night guy guys all get to know one another through board games.

It got to just after sunset when you realised that it was time to pray for Maghrib. You calmly excused yourself from the family. Blanca at this point knew when you had to pray and was always very respectful and actually intrigued at the way it all worked. She would be with you on campus in the pray room, or in a random corner of a cafe you guys were studying in and offer you her coat to kneel on if you didn’t have one.

She was the sweetest and most understanding friend you’d ever had.

However, this was the time you met her older brother Carlos. You were just finishing up, in Blancas bedroom when someone came into the room.

“Sorry Blanca, I didn’t mean to be long if I was!” You smile turning round only to see a confused man behind you.

“Erm sorry can I help you?” You ask and he still stands there with his big brown chocolate eyes just staring at you.

“A-sorry you must be, Y/N right? Blanca’s friend that she brought home?” He questions and you nod standing up, reaching out to shake his hand.

He looks down at it smirking before lifting it up and placing a gentle kiss on the edge making you gasp and go wide eyed.

“Well, welcome to the Sainz household. Are you excited about Mallorca?” He smiles and you nod, of course you were, you’d be waiting all summer for it.

And it was an unforgettable summer.

Carlos was ALWAYS around. He was like this little lost puppy and the only time you don’t think he was around was when you showered or slept. He bothered you the whole summer, interrupting you and Blanca when you were trying to tan, or would splash you in the pool when you were lounging on a lilo. He was a menace, but there was a certain type of endearment to it.

He was also insanely protective over you. Whenever you all would go out to bars or restaurants or clubs, you got a lot of male attention, which to Carlos wasn’t surprising.

You were the most beautiful person he thinks he’s ever seen, and he wants you all for himself.

“Hey Bonita, why don’t you come downtown with me, and I’ll show you a good time?” A random guy from the island had said to you in a club.

“I’m fine thank you, I’m here with friends” you smile pointing behind you to the table where Carlos Blanca and Ana are sat.

“I’m sure they won’t mind, come on. ¡Vive un poco!” He exclaims looking over you.

“She said she was fine, and I would mind” Carlos said in a gruff voice coming to stand behind you and hand on your shoulder.

The guy swiftly left, seeing who it was. You’d gotten used to the fact that Carlos would be noticed in public, you tried to stay out of it as much as possible. Whenever a fan came over you’d practically glue yourself to Blanca’s side.

But all the guys that came talking to you Carlos had them running away for one reason or another. Whether it was just him, being Carlos Sainz, or the look he gave them or what he whispered to them when you couldn’t here. They always left.

That was how Carlos and you ended up together. You were a modern day Romeo and Juliet. You knew your parents wouldn’t approve of the Spanish race car driver, just based on all the tabloid articles about him.

“We should leave” he said in a huff, he was always like this and a lot of the times that you left was because of Carlos’ changed mood.

“But we didn’t get here long ago!” You offer and he huffs again, getting more frustrated.

“Just, let’s just go home!” He says again, not touching you but giving you a look as if to say, I will drag you out of here.

“We need to get Blanca and Ana, we can’t leave them!” You say as you start to look around the club for the two girls, hoping they would protest to Carlos wanting to get you to leave.

“They’ll be fine, let’s just go. They are pretty preoccupied anyway” he nods towards them with their boyfriends and how they are dancing.

Next thing you know Carlos was dragging you home, poking at your side saying how you broke your good girl demeanour just to leave the club with him.

“I was in a club, I can’t be that good of a girl” you tease him back and he looks over at you with a sparkle in his eyes. Maybe it wasn’t even there and it was just from the street lights, but he looked so happy and content in this moment that you couldn’t help but stare.

After this summer, you and Carlos hide your relationship from everyone, you hated hiding it from Blanca the most as he would often come find you in Madrid after race weekends to keep you company.

And don’t even start about him at family venues. Despite Carlos wanting to keep the relationship as secret as you did because of the media, and your parents, he wasn’t very good at keeping his gestures subtle.

“Carlos, I haven’t seen you for a while. And whose this, a girlfriend?” One of his aunts comes over seeing you together chatting at a family reunion his mother had hosted after his race win.

He pinched your side teasingly as if to say that you guys must look good together. And as you look up at his face you can see that.

“No this is Y/N Blanca’s friend from university” he offers keeping up with the secret. And your look down smiling to yourself. It was fun in a way keeping up a little white lie that you were with Carlos.

“Shame, she’s a dime and you two would look great together” she winks before fluttering off elsewhere in the house.

“See someone else who thinks we look great together” Carlos says leaning down to meet your eye level making you blush.

“Carlos leave Y/N alone, you tease the poor girl enough you’ll give her a heart attack one day. Come on sweetie” his mother guides you away, you turn round to catch Carlos’ eye before poking your tongue out in a childish manner.

He shakes his head with a slight chuckles as he watches his mum pull you away to a different crowd of people and introduces you.

When you and Carlos would admit your relationship was unknown, but you knew you’d never been happier than you were with Carlos Sainz Jr.

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[harrysdaydream-tpwk]

“I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch- H.S”

summary: Harry and you argue after his show at Wembley and he gets jealous and pissy. Angst ensues

warnings: arguments, swearing, angst with a happy ending

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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The door slammed shut behind him, his footsteps heavy, even on the carpeted floor. You sighed, tired and weary. It had been a long night and by the looks of it, it was about to get even longer.

Harry huffed, taking off his shoes with more force than necessary, throwing them in the general direction of his open suitcase. He wasn’t wearing the colourful outfit anymore, looking much more like yours in the black nike shorts and worn-out t-shirt you’ve seen far too many times on him. You stood in the doorway between the ensuite bathroom and the bedroom, watching him quietly as he ran his fingers through his brown hair repeatedly-noting it had get even longer since the last time you saw him.

He looked up at you finally, his eyes stormy and half-lidded. He was mad, furious even and you weren’t totally sure why. You hadn’t seen him for three weeks, the tour taking a toll on your relationship and you had hoped this night would’ve at least be a change to your boring office life, a moment with the man you loved so dearly.

“What is your problem?”, you said demanding, sounding harsher than intended. Your arms were crossed in front of your chest, you yourself still dressed in the outfit you had chosen for tonight’s show. A pink, puffy dress, matching cowboy boots and hat. Hell, you had even put on a boa, going all out.

“My-“, he breathed out, before getting louder, “My problem? What the hell is your problem? We haven’t seen each other in almost a month and you already go around flirting with other guys? At my own damn show nonetheless?” He stood up from where he was sat on the king sized bed, taking a step closer to you.

“What?”, you sputtered unbelievingly. “What the fuck are you even talking about? All I did was talk to your mum and your sister, I haven’t seen either of them since Christmas and you just accuse me of things that didn’t even happen? Fuck you.” Tears gathered in your eyes and he noticed, faltering slightly.

“I saw you”, he started, pointing his finger at you,” Talking to him. I don’t know who he was, I don’t even care. I just know you were laughing pretty hard at his jokes or whatever he was telling you. A little too much to just be friendly.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Ryan-“

He interrupted you before you could even finish. “Oh, Ryan”, he mocked, “Is that his name? Gotta be careful you don’t start moaning his name the next time we fuck.”

He was getting really worked up now, the vain on his forehead popping and you were getting angrier by the minute too. He had always been jealous, even a little possessive, and it was getting on your nerves.

“Ryan is an old friend from school, you asshole. You know him, I invited him to my birthday party two years ago. He’s gay, Harry, so he’s not interested in me and I’m not interested in him. It’s just a coincidence, he told me you were really nice to him when he met you and that he wanted to support you. Although, I don’t expect him to think so highly of you if he knew what you’re throwing at me right now.” You took a deep breath in, the tears finally breaching free. You couldn’t keep them in any longer.

You were exhausted, travelling from home to see him at Wembley, his concert of two hours and then this argument on top of it. The weak and selfish part of you just wanted him to hold you, while the bigger part just wanted to yell at him some more. You missed him and he was treating you so unfairly.

“I missed you”, you whispered, “I just wanted to spend the night with you peacefully, you��re my home, Harry. Why don’t you ever make me feel like I’m yours too?” You let out a sob, slapping your hand over your mouth defeated.

“Oh. Oh, Y/N.” His eyes were soft now, staring at you unnervingly. “Here, sit down, my love. You look like you’ll fall over any minute.” He guided you to a chair nearby, pushing you down gently.

“I’m so sorry”, he whispered, kneeling before you. His face was illuminated by the lights of London outside the big hotel window. “This tour has taken a toll on me, I missed you so much more, Y/N, you have to believe me. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I just got so upset over the thought of you with someone else. I’m so selfish, I wish I could have you by my side everyday, you know? I love you and I never want to hurt you, not like this. Not over something I have so obviously perceived wrongly.”

You laughed wetly, your make-up probably smudged, making you look like a hot mess. “You know, I’m starting to think that you were right when you sang that you were just an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit that he’s sorry.” He chuckled quietly, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“I forgive you”, you said, kissing his palm, which was still holding your face gently, “But never say something like this to me again. I’d never cheat on you, not in a million chances. You’re my everything.”

“And you’re mine. We’ve got to figure out a way to see each other more, even when I’m touring and you’re working. I can’t go a day without you, without missing your beautiful face.”

You smiled softly, leaning down and he took the invitation to press a gentle, closed- mouthed kiss to your lips, a promise you understood, you accepted.

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lmk what you think<3 haven’t written in a while so i’m a bit rusty! i’m also working on a larger project that should hopefully be up in a few weeks. until then i’ll try my luck with smaller blurbs and one shots. enjoy!<3

[graciegoeskrazy]

they’re just girls

Matty Healy + Teen!Sister!reader

warnings: sad, fluffy, some language ig??

a/n: HI HERES MATTY THING

The both of you made a point to call each other a few times a week, not wanting the distance between you two get in the way of the brother-sister bond. It was usually after school. It didn’t matter if he was in the same city or on the other side of the world in a completely different time zone. He always made a point to call. You got grounded for two weeks starting yesterday. Something about coming home drunk on prom night. (You couldn’t remember all the details because you were too drunk) You didn’t want to mess with your mother so you let it be. You make sure to fill Matty in on your endeavors that night.

He took a puff from a cig as you spoke. “How come Mum is forbidding me from going to parties meanwhile you and all your friends went out everywhere all the time.”

He let out a smile. “She never let me go anywhere. Me and the lads always snuck out.”

You rolled your eyes. That made much more sense. “When will you come to visit?” You asked, voice pleading.

His smirk of a smile quickly faded. “Hard to say, my love. I’m on tour right now so things are a bit complicated.”

“You can’t even come for my birthday?” Your voice pleaded.

“I don’t think so, love. I’m afraid i’m stuck here.” He felt really bad. He really did. It didn’t matter how old you were, you were the baby of the family. His baby. He felt bad enough missing out on you growing up, practically leaving by the time you could babble. He was determined not to miss out on your life. And he didn’t. Despite the enormous age gap and expectations from others to not be the normal sibling type, he made efforts, and the payed off. “Hey.” He said. You slowly looked back at him. You could tell he was sorry. “I’ll find my way home soon. Just takes time, right?”

You looked outside the window next to your bed again. “Yeah.” His heart ached seeing you like this. It became quiet between you two. You sat still looking out, biting your nails. Until, “I gotta go. I have a test I need to study for.”

He sighed, taking another smoke. “Alright.”

“Bye.” You said, turning back to him showing a smile. One he could clearly see through.

“Goodnight, sissy.” He said.

“Night.”

…

Cut to a few days later. Your friend texts you and says that her sister has 2 extra tickets for a 1975 show in London and asks if you want to go. You were technically still grounded so you knew your mom wouldn’t love the idea of a 4-hour road trip with your friends, even if it was to his son’s concert. You recalled the conversation with your brother from a few nights ago. You have barely spoken since then, other than when he commented on a post you made and when you told him to ‘stfu’ when he posted something stupid on his story. You remembered him telling you that he snuck out, and snuck out often.

You were a good girl. As bold and ruthless as you were, you never spoke back, never got in trouble (until now), and you were a straight A student with a stellar GPA. Besides there were other thing your mother and father should be worrying about other than you sneaking out frot a night.

You thought about it for a few minutes, pondering your decision, before eventually texting back your friend and telling her you were in.

You packed your bag in a rush the next day. packing just an outfit for the concert and another comfy one for the late night ride back. As you walked out the front door, not worrying about your mother because she was still working, the realization hit you. You still hadn't told your brother.

…

Hours later, at the actually barricade, situated in the perfect spot between where you brother and Ross would be, you still didn’t. You pondered how you would do it, teasing your friend that you wouldn't tell him at all and wait for him to come out. But, there were too many people in the crowded area and you didn’t want to take that chance. You opened up his contact and texted him a picture of the blue curtain right in front of you. To no one's surprise, he called you immediately.

“Y/n Healy.” He said, as soon as the Facetime connected.

You payed dumb, your friend letting out a laugh as you spoke. “Yessss?”

“Where to fuck are you?” he said.

You played dumb, in hopes of pissing him off more, “Um…at a concert!”

“Who’s concert?” You could hear the band laughing in the background. Matty must have filled hem in.

You shrugged before looking at the camera. “This shit rock band.”

He rolled his eyes and you could hear George let out a laugh beside him. “Does Mum know you’re here?” Your demeanor changed as you tired your best to hold in giggles. “Y/n!” He said.

“What? I missed you!”

“That does not give you an excuse to lie to our parents and take a spontaneous road trip to my gig!” People around started paying attention to the man on your phone screen, realizing it was the man they had come to see.

You smiled. “Well, nice to see you too!”

“Oh my God.” He said, yet again rolling his eyes.

George took the phone from him, knowing his best friend was getting nowhere. “Hi, munchkin.”

“Hi, George!” You smiled. It had been an even longer while since you’ve seen the band.

“Snuck out, did you?” He asked.

“Maybe?” You said, smiling. Even more people started setting whispers. You didn’t care.

“Hm. You at the barricade?”

“Yep! I’m watching the show tonight whether my brother likes it or not!” You replied, smiling once more.

“Nice! I’ll give you a stick.” He smiled before your brother cut it short.

“Stop incoraging her. Give me the phone-“

He reluctantly handed the phone back. “I’m texting Mum. I’m telling her you’re here.”

“Oh, so when you snuck out and did things it was fine? Dude, It’s a 1975 concert. There are more dangerous places to be.”

“You’re 16. You can’t even drive yet, love!”

“Hey! I have my permit.” You said defending yourself.

“Your permit not a license!”

You thought for a moment then rolled your eyes. “It’s fine.”

He sighed. “I’m texting Mum.” He hung up after that.

…

Mum | Go have fun. Give him a big hug for me, alright?

y/n | I’m sorry for sneaking out and driving several hours and lying to you.

Mum | I knew you left, my love. It’s okay.

Mum| I told him to take care of you tonight and send you off in the morning. Be nice and be careful please🩷

y/n | yes maam.

…

Mum | Take care of my girl or you’re grounded.

Matty | I’m 35 mum

Mum | I mean it.

Matty | Love u too

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

CAPRICORN VENUS STYLE 🥀🎩🦋🪐

The Capricorn Venus style ,can really go one of two ways, and the young years and you’ve got to remember Capricorn is young from a very young age I mean sorry I mean old so the older years could be there mid 20s for them. They’re old years might be their mid 30s, but depending on the Capricorn and their placements around that so you’re gonna have a Capricorn Venus, you can be a Capricorn and Aquarius and a Pisces, or you can be a Sagittarius a Scorpio, so like I said, blend all those signs together, and this is what you may come out with case example, Britney Spears, Britney Spears was done up to the nines when she was younger, and she always put her way into the photo shoot or style, even in her first video and first magazine cover baby one more time she had the idea of wearing the school skirt, the unbutton shirt and having the Teletubby, yes I know yes I know creative genius, but you’re also giving that Jupiter Arian vibe to it because she’s a Sagittarius she’s all about pushing boundaries and being a rebel and being out there the Capricorn Venus is saying no rain in a bit, so when you see Brittany on her days out and she used to have her extension scraggly a bit or should be eating junk food and have a skin breakouts, people need to remember that Saturn is very similar planet to Pluto in the fact that you’re gonna learn very hard lessons with that planet and it has that deep energy they may be two different types of learning energy like growing up and transformation with these two objective planets. They’re both planets malignant planets so we both see her style as a street style and her country style roots excuse the pan, but you’re also going to see her dolled up red carpet look which I’m sure should have input too, but when I take these and cheesy pictures I tried to do their street style because I know that’s more of the real them.

Then you have someone like ice spice, who I know as a Capricorn son I’m not sure if she’s a Capricorn Venus, but the style is still coming out. That’s why I say always check your landline annual rising sign with the Venus and she will this Betty Boop costume around Halloween her bottom, was literally hanging out you could see the crack everything,  these of you that want to say Capricorn is all about class and elegance. I’m so afraid you’re not always correct there case. In point of my own experience my mother always dressed quite quickly. She still does a bit now but she’s in her 60s one night in the 90s maybe early 2000s but definitely between 99 or 2001 she went on a night out and my sisters were so embarrassed by what she was wearing, she has a lot of fifth house energy to say there’s a Leo thing of wanting to be noticed, and I loved her outfit being a Leo rising in the first house sun, and she had the sparkly shoes on that she sprayed. She was in like amateur dramatics, and she was going on a night out with my auntie and she was like all sparkly. I can’t remember exactly but she had like tights and everything was done up on the ninth, but they thought it was tacky and they made fun of her and I always stuck up for my mum is the youngest child of loved it. I love the weird things that she did but I’m telling you people and this is going in there because people need to hear this…. When somebody dresses out there and put an effort in their clothes and they may be bright, they may be sparkling. They may be weird they may be whatever they like that it’s like how you dress normally or how you dress traditionally how you dress structured how you dress in whatever way you dress if somebody dresses out there, do you not make fun of their clothes because that is how they’re expressing that so a lot of the time same as someone wears a lot of make up by guarantee you if you’re one of these people, you’ve had, it said to your whole life and you start of getting bored of it.

Then we have Meg Megan Thee Stallion. She loves the Mugla suit in her building Mugla suit on the carpet. This is a definition of somebody who really dressed as well where she wears a clothes and the clothes don’t wear her. She’s kind of like a young younger Rihanna to me and the way she does this, but she really does her own and whoever said Capricorn weren’t creative watching or reading my video about it, not my video, my blog because Saturn, although it may rule like finances and reputation, and things like that think Capricorn rules create it rules status it will symbol, so these people are going to have a really good idea of what looks good for the status and the symbol and they know that and they know how to market themselves and anyone who is a celebrity a lot of the time has these Capricorn, Saturn act aspects so although she can be like that and she can have her outbreaks and stuff she still knows how to do it like a beast and like a goat, she is the greatest of all time and she always will be so here. I’ve given you another example, Kasha casually went through a lot of trauma. Kia is a Pisces, so we see a bit more of like that sparkle vibe to it like I was saying with my mum, the glitter she calmed it down a bit she’s got older she’s not being marketed as much but she still gives off that vibe and she can turn her suit into a business suit, but they market people in a certain way. That’s why it’s hard to do these Venus videos, sometimes because you’re seeing how they stylist might dress them not how they dress them. I know they have some interest or some creative progress to it, but I rather see their street style and here you go sat in Capricorn and I really know you know how to switch it up when you need to and you can also pull off the bad go look and do that be you don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not creative because you definitely have that and you have the epic to be creative for a long period of time I’m really put your all into an outfit or whatever you do in your artistic ways because you have the determination of Saturn backing you in that Venus way, it could be your art of drawing it could be an art of photography. It could be an art of music, but you have that stamina and that’s great and I think it’s really beautiful all of these examples I’ve given for you.

[mieeaahhh]

How I view all for the game characters but it’s just pictures! (Updated version + some useless head-cannons)

Renee Walker

-Andrew helps her whenever she re-dyes her hair

-transgender mtf 🗣️🗣️🗣️

-he has a few smaller tattoos other than the wings on her back but she got them in ‘hidden’ places

-is really bad at video games

-has a pet rabbit named Barney that lives back at home with her mum

Allison Reynolds

-has been collecting shoes since she was thirteen and has a matching pair for every single outfit she owns

-her love languages are gift giving and acts of service

-has a diary that she still uses from when she was eleven

-she has one of those ‘upside down smiles’ or whatever it’s called

-low-key had an emo phase but if you bring it up she’ll post your home address and card information on social media. How? A magician never reveals his secrets🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

Neil Josten

-desperately needs braces but couldn’t care less about getting them so his teeth are messed up

-can do that frog blinking thing

-can cook and is actually really good at it but doesn’t enjoy it

-he would’ve been a chronic scooter kid if he grew up like a normal person

-has the face of someone with zero thoughts, eyes wide and face flat

Andrew Minyard

-the only reason he doesn’t wear his glasses is because he actually lost them years ago and doesn’t want to admit he can’t find them anywhere

-when he was a little kid he was actually really shy

-when his nail varnish chips he just paints back over it instead of taking the rest off before hand and it’s usually kinda messy

-since he has smoker lungs™️ whenever he’s sick it actually sounds like if a teenage boy going through puberty smoked twelve boxes a day

-only got piercings because Aaron had them and he thought they looked cool and he only really started finding his ‘style’ after moving in with Aaron and Nicky

Kevin Day

-has the LOUDEST snore ever but denies that he snores at all

-the foxes all tease him and have inside jokes about his ‘crush’ on Jeremy

-almost everyone and their mother has numerous videos of his drunkenly singing his heart out and it’s usually something like bohemian rhapsody or some basic ‘white chick’ music

-in the nest his hair was always trimmed and neat but when he left he let his hair grow a bit and just left it to flop around and do its own thing

-will literally stop, drop and roll in tears if a spider goes near him

Aaron Minyard

-growing up he was considered a ‘crybaby’ by a few people because he cries or gets teary when frustrated/angry

-has fallen out the bed so many times it’s ridiculous and then will wonder how he wakes up with random bruises (my other post about his weird sleeping🗣️🗣️🗣️)

-has a fear of cats

-Aaron’s eyesight is a lot worse than Andrews

-Randy often asks Matt to invite Aaron over during the holidays and stuff once Matt and Aaron become closer (they are best friends idc)

Seth Gordon

-he likes when Allison is the big spoon but that’s a secret for them and them only

-had a pet hamster named Jerry who ran away when he was a kid

-DAHLIA PIERCINGS🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

-he was the sibling that turns off the lights and holds the door closed to scare his siblings

-Allison was the first (and last) girlfriend he was truly inlove with

Matt Boyd

-gives THE BEST hugs🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I mean like lifting people off the ground in big bear hugs kinda hugs🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

-buys flowers for Dan everytime he goes to the shops

-he and Andrew do become somewhat friends at some point

-he the best at video games AND board games out of all the foxes

-he has very subtle freckles in his nose

Dan Wilds

-GUMMY SMILEEEEEE!!!!!!!

-she and her work sisters used to do secret Santa every year and she was known for the best/most meaningful presents

-she’s one of those people who hit when they laugh

-her favourite Disney princess growing up was Snow White

-she is absolutely COVERED in beauty spots/moles

Nicky Hemmick

-used to be very lanky before joining the foxes but ended up gaining some muscle after awhile

-he doesn’t like his hair being played with but he LOVES playing with other peoples hair

-has a resting worried/shocked face and the foxes find it hilarious

-would rather go bald than eat chocolate cake

-acts like the world is ending and his immune system is shutting down whenever he has a cold

[preciadosbass]

13/8/24 [5x DIYS today + one package!! // key + significant photos at end.]

woke up at 10 and immediately went outside to see boris. [before taking ages to get out of bed, that is.] he was really excited to see me this morning and layed down on my shoes. i stayed outside with him for at least 30 minutes before i started getting paranoid my prevision would show up. once i got inside i got dressed into my silent hill shirt, dark cargo jorts, and various bracelets consisting of a spiked cuff, my chemical romance/sleeping with sirens/pierce the veil/panic! at the disco band bracelets, and a wooden beaded bracelet. all of which being in the colour scheme of black, white, and dark green. i love matching my outfits.

once i was done getting ready, i made a ‘key’ for my journals and added it to my intro, and started writing this. at 11:10 my dad came into my room and told me that my prevision isn’t even coming round so that’s sort of a relief. with that, i went back outside with boris for about 10 minutes until my eyesight started going weird and i could only see yellow because of how sunny it was on the driveway. upon getting inside, i had a cup of tea and asked my dad to help me out with the start of my can tab bracelet as i’m useless at following youtube tutorials.

he did the first bit of pattern until i caught up onto it and then started doing it myself. like i’ve mentioned before, i know i dont have enough tabs so it ended up being a little off the length around my wrist. which is annoying because i’m so close to it fitting but i sent my aunt a picture of my progress so she remembers to keep on collecting can tabs for me lmaoo 😭 anyway, im glad i’ve finally gotten around to doing something with tabs apart from making smaller jewellery/making diy pins as i’ve been thinking about making a bracelet for years now. i always end up collecting my own and then losing the stash. however that trinket box i made has been helping me keep track without them going anywhere and everywhere. [photos at end.]

i did what i could with the bracelet and finished at 12:20. after writing about it, i decided on starting to add the key to the end of every one of my journals. hopefully it’ll make it easier for people to understand what on earth i speak about. i went upstairs to my sisters room at 1:25 and watched her play fnaf security beach again. she got stuck with what the task was pretty quickly, so i decided to just listen while looking up every now and then and make a collage in my journal. i made one out of the leaflets from the premier inn we stayed in + the car park recipts. after finishing, i decided to make another with various other receipts from the weekend [like the receipt from my green day cd]. [photos at end] my sister got up to the part of the game where you need to find a head and use a party pass or something.

i don’t really like the second collage i made, or either of them actually, but its whatever. i stayed watching her game until 2:30 when i went outside with boris. at some point, someone pulled up on our driveway. usually when people do that, they’re looking for an assisted living home just down the road — for some reason the addresses always get messed up. but, he handed me a package. i’m just glad i wasn’t in my pyjamas. on his way back to the car, boris came up to him and he stroked him which was sweet. i called my mum to ask if the package was hers or mine and she told me to open it anyways.

it sort of felt like some kind of plushie though the packaging, but when i opened it up it was just something wrapped up very thoroughly. i ripped open the bubble wrap and saw my black parade gerard way funko pop!!! i was getting worried because technically only one of my packages from depop had come so i was relieved to receive him. i took a picture of him and then set him up beside my concert tickets because that’s where i put all of my important things. i will display him on my desk’s shelf at one point but it’s too messy at the moment and i don’t want him to get scratched or anyting along those lines.

i went back up to my sister after fussing boris outside at 2:40. i thought i was going upstairs to watch her play more five nights at freddy’s but she started showing me horror-ish game trailers. she made me pick out one for her to buy so i can watch her play it. she knows i already really want to watch her play fnaf4 so that was sort of out of the question. i couldn’t choose between this low graphic game with barely any plays or bendy and the ink machine. after somewhat picking, i went downstairs as my parents came back from an appointment/the town centre. i showed them my gerard figurine and they were shocked by the size of him loll

my dad reused the packaging from my gerard funko pop to package a few cds he was selling so me, him and my mum walked down to the post office through the woods. i only really wanted to go to get my steps up but i quickly regretting it concidered today was the day after the hottest day of the year. we snuck round the back garden door just incase boris followed us from the driveway. upon getting there, i picked out some low cal treats for myself and got my sister some sweets. on the way back home, i decided to walk back by myself the road way because i was sure it’d be quicker and less exhausting as the woods is all up and down. me and my parents split up and i got home 6 minutes before them.

once i got back i gave my sister her sweets and sat outside with boris. my vision started going weird again so i had something to drink and sat in my room for a while until my sister came down to call me up to watch her play bendy and the ink machine. i went up and watched while playing mcr + the used cover of under pressure, two songs off mcr live in valencia [nanana and vampire money] before she told me to turn it off as she doesn’t like mcr. because she’s stinky. her favourite song out of the music i listen to right now is all my life by falling in reverse so i played that and we both sang along to it. she’s starting to learn it off by heart now.

i went back down into my room at 6:30 and wrote more of this journal. i continued doing so up until 7:30 when i copied all of the journals i’ve written so far into my notes app just incase i get logged out of this or something. afterwards i posted asking whoever’s reading this right now to let me know who does/does not want to be tagged when i post [PLEASE LIKE/COMMENT EITHER ON THAT POST OR HERE SO I KNOW!!] and went outside with boris for just a minute to say hi. i didn’t plan on going in immediately but it was really cold and he opened the door himself and went inside. i fed him and then went to living room as my dad had made me a cup of tea. i sorted through a few kandi/bead inspiration photos.

then my mum and sister came back from my sister’s karate lesson. i started asking my mum about what i did yesterday as i hadn’t written anything about it until tonight. she didn’t know much as she was out for the first half of the day so i went outside in the garden to my dads shed and asked him about my day instead. i took notes and then went through them with my mum. after everything was somewhat confirmed i went into my room, put on my green day cd and wrote about yesterday.

at 9:23 i decided to make this star out of bendy wire and tiny beads. i made it in the colours of the gay flag, because that’s my flag, but mainly because i love that colour scheme. i unironically put it everywhere/generally make everything in those colours. i finished at 9:45. afterwards i got out a bottlecap and a few beads i cut off thrifted jewellery from my shed outside. i couldn’t make a hole through it so i went out to my dads hut and asked if he could. he said that he can tomorrow with his drill and also do my shells for the windcharm i’ve been planning to make. i went to check on boris and then i made a gecko out of kandi at 10. i was supposed to make his eyes black but the only black beads i have didn’t fit through the elastic i use. i’m not ecstatic over how he came out, but i don’t hate it as much as my first animal kandi attempt. [photos of diy’s at end, warning their both very funky looking.]

my cd ended at around 10:50. i’ve listened to the album before but i’ve never tracked what my favourite song off it is. id say based off listening to it today, ‘jesus of suburbia’ is my #1. i went upstairs to my parents at 11, wrote a bit of this journal, checked if boris wanted to come back inside, and actually finished asking my questions at 12. i let boris in and my mum and sister got into a huge argument afterwards so i went into the kitchen with him and shut the door to drain some of the noise out. i spoke to him for a while until he started scratching on the dishwasher which means he wants to go outside. i let him out at around 12:20 and kept on going to check if he wanted to come back inside. i checked again at 12:50 and got jumpscared by my dad trying to toast a bagel.

i continued checking while sorting through giphy to find more interest related gifs in advance for future journals up until 1 when boris came back inside. he had something to eat, came into my room, and i said goodnight to him at around the same time he came in, and finished at 2. while talking to him i showed him all of the crafts i’ve done today + my gerard funko pop. i like updating him on what i do throughout the day when i’m not with him. i went to sleep at 2:50 after figuring out the first/last name for my killjoy oc [i haven’t decided whether it’s going to be first or last name because i don’t have two yet.]

🗝️ — boris/my cat, prevision/keyworker i have to see instead of being taken back into mainstream education

have a good day/night O_o

[sometimes-sophie88]

First official post, the story so far.

It’s quite a read, but I want people to know my journey thus far, and what I envision for myself in the future.

For years I’ve struggled with defining my identity. I want to be a woman, I was meant to be a woman, but it was difficult expressing my true self with the culture I was growing up in.

“You’re a big guy, you must’ve played rugby” they’d say. No, I didn’t.

I think I was about 7 or 8 when I first wore girls clothes. I got them out of my sisters wardrobe (she’s 4 years older), a pink satin skirt with the matching satin and lace top. My parents were still in the house, where would be the last place they’d look, I thought to myself, laying next to the bed on the far side of the room. Not the best choice if I say so.

I was lost in the moment, caressing the satin and enjoying how it felt on my skin. It was blissful. That was until my mum came in and caught me. Uh oh, I’m caught. She wasn’t angry, just wondering what I was doing, so I told her I liked how it felt. She made me get changed back into boy clothes, and apologise to my sister for taking her clothes, which I did.

Over the following few months, whenever I got the chance, I’d sneak back in and borrow the same outfit to wear. Sometimes I could only do it for a few minutes, other times I’d hide them until it was time for bed, once the light was off, I’d get back up to get changed into them, then get back into bed.

I was fairly certain my parents knew what I was doing, especially as my sister stopped wearing them.

Fast forward 5 years to when I was 13, it was my first year in high school, my sister was in her final year. We’d moved into a bigger house, I’d grown a bit taller than my sister at this point, but she was that age where she’d go out shopping or to the cinema with her friends on the weekend.

Her wardrobe was updated, it was the year 2000. There was metallic tops, short skirts & platform shoes. The Spice Girls had just released their 3rd album, Forever, teenage girls wanted to be them and dress like them, they were role models for teenage girls the world over. The boys would always say which Spice Girl they’d most like to be with, but then there was me, fantasising about looking like Baby Spice, with blonde pig tails, a mini skirt and my make up done.

I was at that age where my parents could leave me alone in the house for a short period of time when mum would leave, but dad would be there in 10-15 mins. My room was on the second storey, with a window overlooking the driveway, and access to the balcony which wrapped right around, past my sisters room and my parents room.

Mum would leave with my sister, I already knew what I wanted to wear, I had time constraints, so I had to be prepared. I’d wave to them from the front door as they drove down the driveway, as soon as they were on the road, I raced upstairs, searching for what I wanted in my sisters room.

I was searching for a beige bodysuit, a white mini skirt with a belt detail and a long sleeve brown crop top with a knot detail in the front. I found them, so I ran back to my room to get dressed as quick as I could with the time I had left. I stepped into the bodysuit with a bit of an issue fastening the poppers in my crotch, but I finally did them up. Then I put the mini skirt on, and then the crop top. The bodysuit had padded cups, but it wasn’t enough under the top, I wanted more “oomph”, so I rolled up some socks and positioned them underneath, much better, I looked grown up and hot, but there was still something missing. So I raced back to my sisters room, grabbed a pair of wedge sandals and a lipstick off her make up table, then it was back to my room to finish the look.

But then there was a car horn sounding, my dad had just got home, so I got back to my room and quickly got undressed and the boy clothes were back on. But what should I do with the other clothes, it was too late to put them back, so I stashed them under my bed, in fact, I was planning on wearing them again that night when I was going to bed.

I had to get downstairs, as I got there, my dad was just walking through the door, he must’ve known I was up to my old self, sneaking around wearing girls clothes. That night, I went to bed, light off and door closed. My parents were still downstairs watching tv, now is my chance, I need to get changed, in my head I was imagining that I was old enough to go out, but I had to get dressed up first, can’t be going out wearing boy pyjamas, what would my girlfriends think.

So there I was, dressed in the crop top and mini skirt, with the bodysuit as my underwear (I didn’t know what lingerie was at the time). I didn’t even think about it, the wedge sandals had to go on and apply some lipstick aswell (acne hadn’t hit me yet, so my skin was clear), I need to look like an 18 year old girl in a nightclub with my girls.

I don’t know what came over me, but next thing I know, I’m walking along the balcony, fully dressed with the heels on, creeping along as if I was sneaking out. But then, I heard the TV turn off downstairs, my parents were going to bed, I had to get back to my room, get under the covers and act like I was asleep when they came to check on me.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the door opens and my mum walks in to wish me goodnight. I was tucked up under the covers, fully dressed still in girls clothes. It was summer and I had duvet over me to hide the clothes I was wearing. I was starting to sweat because of the bodysuit, so my mum thought I was sick and running a fever. I insisted I was ok, but she was trying to take the duvet off me while I’m trying to hold it down. She eventually pulls the covers back, and sees me laying there dressed in clothes I shouldn’t have had on in her eyes.

She gets me out of bed, walks me down the hallway to her bedroom, and tells me to sit on the edge of the bed while she goes to talk to my dad in the bathroom. I didn’t know what to think, I’d been caught red handed again wearing my sisters clothes.

They both came back out after a few minutes, sat on the bed, and made me stand in front of them. Then the questioning began: “Why are you wearing that?” “Do you think other boys your age do the same thing?” “Do you want to be a girl?” “Are you going to wear that out to the shops and let people embarrass you?” “What are you even thinking?”.

As I anxiously stood there being bombarded with questions, all I could think about was how pretty I looked, even if I was still sweating.

Then it was time for my rebuttal, I answered their questions as best I could at the time: I’m wearing it because I like how it feels and how I look; I don’t feel like I fit in properly with the other boys; I thought about wearing it out to the shops, but in the same brain wave I also thought to myself that it wasn’t really ideal to go shopping in, it was more of an evening outfit; I was thinking about how what I was wearing made me feel, wearing it didn’t feel wrong to me, albeit I should’ve asked first before taking the clothes from my sisters room, but wearing that outfit felt comfortable for me.

Needless to say. My parents weren’t happy after they caught me, my sister on the other hand, she said I could keep those clothes, and when she found any others she didn’t wear, she’d ask if I wanted them.

A few weeks later, it was around midday, dad had flown overseas for work, my sister was at a school camp, and mum was going grocery shopping after work and she wouldn’t be home for a few hours. I was home alone at last, almost as if they’d planned to not be there to give me some time to myself.

It was warm outside, the pool was calling to me. I could go for a swim, then lay next to the pool in the sun to dry off naturally. There was only one problem, going in the pool with my board shorts on seemed like a wasted opportunity with no one around.

Time to try something different.

So off I go making my way upstairs, but as I’m walking through the living room downstairs, I see a box all wrapped up and my “birth name” written on an envelope attached to it. I had to open it to peek inside, and there, wrapped in tissue paper was a Baywatch bathing suit, red and yellow design with the logo situated near the hips. It had my name on, it was definitely for me, I had to go and put it on.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, I pictured myself standing with Pamela Anderson on the beach, I just needed one more thing, I quickly filled 2 water balloons at the sink and put them inside the bathing suit. Perfect. Now it’s time to go and play lifeguard next to the pool. I casually walked in to the shallow end, acting cool, then lowering myself into the water. I swam around for some time, but I still had to dry off. So I put a towel next to the pool, and lay down. I had to make sure I wasn’t there too long without sunscreen, if I got tanned or burnt with outlines of the bathing suit, who knows what could’ve happened, I didn’t even know if the box with my name on was even for today?

That was a nice afternoon by myself, I felt relaxed, but I wanted more.

Over the next 5 years, I’d dress in girls/women’s clothes whenever I could. I even pictured myself wearing the school blouse and skirt that my female classmates wore to school, or wearing a bikini under my PE uniform like the cheerleaders would do on a Wednesday when we had compulsory sport.

I had a casual job in a grocery store on the weekends from when I was sixteen and a half. Broadband was activated around that time aswell, so I could get a decent enough internet connection at home on my computer. I wanted to start experimenting and trying on other items of women’s clothing. EBay was my ally. I’d sit in my room bidding on items online.

My first online purchase that I won the bidding on was a white bridal style corset with a thong and attached suspenders, it also came with white thigh high stockings.

As I paid the seller, i couldn’t wait to receive the package and try it on. Deliveries were slow back then though. 2 weeks I waited for my parcel. As soon as it arrived, I was ecstatic to say the least.

Corsets we’re new to me, I had never worn one before, so I struggled to start with, but eventually it was on. It felt quite tight around my chest, but fashion is pain, I just needed some boobs to really bring it together. Don’t even get me started on the thong. I never considered a shoe lace up my bum to be associated with sexy lingerie.

As I was admiring my new purchase in the mirror in my room, my dad walked past, and he was not happy in the slightest. He thought I’d outgrown what I was doing, I tried telling him that I felt comfortable wearing it, but he was fuming, insisting I take it off and grow up.

That day I reluctantly took my new corset off. But whenever I was wearing a sweatshirt or a hoodie, I always had the corset and thong on underneath, whether it was around the house or short trips to the grocery store, that was until I built up the courage and started going clothes shopping on my own. Lingerie, swimwear, general fashion; I wasn’t happy with all the “boy clothes” in my wardrobe, so I started buying women’s clothes and keeping them hidden away in my wardrobe so they were difficult to find.

I’m 35 now, almost 36. As the internet kicked it up a level, I’m doing most of my shopping online. I still have to wait to receive the parcel before I can try it on to check the fit, but at the same time it’s convenient. My wardrobe now is primarily women’s, with some men’s casual shirts and trousers.

The inner desire and assumption that I should in fact be female is as strong as it was when I was younger, yet I never pushed myself to make the change. The last couple of days though has changed the mentality in my head. I’m really not comfortable with my current mental health or body image, but I’m the only one that can fix that.

I’ve got a week until the new year, and from that point, I’m going to start making some big changes for myself. I deserve to be happy, and I feel I need to change myself in order to achieve that goal. I just don’t think my bank balance will appreciate the extra spending on expanding my wardrobe again🙄

[bisluthq]

I don’t know what it is about Taylor that makes outfits like that not work? It can’t be her age because Charli isn’t that much younger and she has been pulling a gen z vibe to the point where some people believe she’s in her 20s. This one doesn’t even suffer from her choosing one trendy item and styling it badly, the whole outfit works on paper. But something about it feels so off? Maybe it’s because she usually dresses more mature so her more “youthful” outfits don’t work as well? I can’t figure out what exactly isn’t working

Idk it’s also her makeup and styling tbqh. Charli’s whole aesthetic is very Gen Z (even tho she herself is a millennial lol). Taylor’s makeup and hair here isn’t in line with most Gen Z trends I’ve seen so with that outfit, especially since it’s not fitted correctly, it feels very “how do you do fellow kids” lmao. But also Charli has always looked younger than she is (she could’ve passed for teens well into her twenties and now in her thirties can pass for twenties and always embraced slightly younger aesthetics/trends that were popular with younger girls) and Taylor, despite some fans’ insistence otherwise and her own continued visits to the aestheticians, pretty much just consistently looks her age since her mid 20s (she’s even looked older than her age on occasion like during Lover when she fucked up her lip fillers).

but like idk man look at the pics of like Charli and Billie and u can see Charli’s older but not thaaaat much older. She looks like at most a big sister and obviously the sexual lyrics towards each other make it… not sisterly lol but also don’t feel weird. Whereas u look at pics of Taylor and Ice Spice and it’s giving more cool hip fun auntie than older sister/cool older friend 💀💀💀

in conclusion, and this is not to disrespect Taylor or anyone who wants to experiment with newer/hipper trends, sometimes aging gracefully imo involves not getting too big into those lol. Nothing wrong with trying but yeah it’s not always gonna work and sometimes you’ll end up with “how do u do fellow kids” moments 😂💀 which imho is what’s wrong with this Anabel’s outfit. Again, judging this from myself and people I know. Like I think the longer socks thing is very cute but I did try one day and just looked silly lol whereas my brother’s gf wears them like that all the time and looks great because she’s yk 18 and it suits her whole aesthetic 🤷🏻‍♀️💀 I did the knee high ones when I was 20ish and that was a big trend and it also looked cute but if I dug those out and wore them with like an outfit that did work then (like the hyper mini skirt and either a little tucked in blouse or a crop top) now it’d not look so great and that’s okay!!

I do have a pleated high waist mini skirt I bought last summer and I wore it a LOT and got compliments on it but I styled it differently. I mostly wore it either with like Grecian sandals or with white fashion sneakers and secret socks and with slightly oversized fashion T-Shirts that I half tucked for the sneakers combo or with like a knitted top that I then didn’t tuck in on colder days (I’ve got two knitted tops with 3/4 sleeves and they worked with that) and with the sandals. It’s also not THAT mini so that I think helps. Like it’s not that I’m saying start dressing like a nun/soccer mum but… try be realistic on what you can pull off lol.

[woso-dreamzzz]

hey again! thought about this during another one of my exams and honestly u can delete this… had a thought and then it spiralled

thinking about in some universe bambi’s cheering on jaume with a big smile on her face and thinking back to the one time alexia tried to get her to play football… at the end of the day, alexia just gave her a big grin and thanked bambi for trying. it’s a rather fond memory—bambi remembers telling her tia alba and abuela eli that she was sure she liked ballet more… but didn’t know how to tell her mami. either way, alexia never showed disappointment and instead makes time to watch each of her practices, big game coming up or not.

bambi has a ballet recital the following day and she knows her current smile will be nothing compared to jaume’s when he watches her tomorrow—he made sure they had front row seats and he even got alexia to buy him a nice button up shirt so he could look good for this show (she has recitals often but jaume always goes above and beyond to support his big sister.)

thinking about how bambi’s probably bundled up in a blanket next to olga—both of them are sharing some niche sort of chips (no one understands why olga tries all these sort of chips but these are good and they’ve been snacking the entire game) and olga’s suddenly reflecting on her little family with alexia. she thinks back to when she first met bambi and how she brought her a train, and how their relationship flourished from there. now she sits happily with her daughter watching her son (and alexia, who’s screaming on the sidelines for the kids to run up)

congrats on the 1k likes to injured V friend <3 you deserve all the love ever! 🌷 and good luck on the essay. had way too many interactions with bad groupmates and i wish nothing but the best for u and our other bestie too (get to the writing! it’s due on sunday omg 😭)

Thinking about a world where Bambi never got neglected and she had a good relationship with Olga from the start and how different she would have turned out.

Just super supportive mum Alexia who really tries to foster Bambi's interests outside of her own ambitions of football and being ecstatic when Bambi decides she wants to continue ballet.

Thinking about teen!Jaume in his little suit, playing with the buttons because his sister always looks so beautiful on stage in her outfits and he doesn't want her to be embarrassed to see him in the crowd in his own dirty football kit.

Olga spending her evenings with Bambi sorting out new pointe shoes and equipment and helping her try out new hairstyles as they snack together and gossip about how Alexia is trying to take over as coach for Jaume's team because she absolutely cannot keep her mouth shut when she watches.

(I managed to get a decent chunk of my work done/planned so it's mainly just my discussion to finish/research and properly finish off my analysis so it should be done soon so I can prep for exams! 🌷🌷🌷)

[my-friends-in-bantry]

Cory McBrown: Year 2-Chapter 1 (Chapter 2 to follow shortly)

To Adam, Jesse, and John. A little bit of each of them went into Cory’s dilemma. But most especially, to my little self, who makes her way into more of my writing than I realize.

13th of December, 2002

I look in my bedroom mirror. I’ve grown something like three inches since last year. My chest has grown. My favorite jeans are 5 centimeters too short. I’m torn between looking forward to growing up and feeling like growing up sucks. How many favorite clothes have I lost to a growth spurt?

Oh, yeah, I forgot to reintroduce myself. My name is Cory McBrown. I am 13 years old, and I live in Bantry, County Cork, Ireland, with my mother, my 17 year old brother, Bart, my little sister Jenny, and my stepdad Edward O’Donoghue. My friends Sam and John live two doors down. You may remember the story I told last year. Mum and Bart weren’t getting along. Bart didn’t like the way she had handled telling me about what happened when our dad left, now seven years ago.

I finish looking at myself in the mirror, change into clothes that fit, and go downstairs. Mum is feeding Jenny, and Bart is putting his coat on.

“Where are you going so early?” I ask him.

“Mary’s meeting me at Box of Frogs for breakfast,” he says.

Mary is his girlfriend. They have breakfast at Box of Frogs a lot. I told him one day he’d turn into a frog if he kept eating there, but I don’t think he believed me. I can’t exactly play jokes like that on Bart cause he’s four years older than me. He’s well past the age of gullibility, and I would feel mean if I did that to Jenny.

I eat a breakfast of honey toast and strawberry yogurt and then grab my backpack to go meet Sam and John.

Mum puts a banana in my hand as I leave. “Here. I’m afraid you’re gonna get too hungry before lunch.”

I take the banana. “Thanks Mum.”

She hugs me. “See you after school. We’re gonna go get our tree.”

“Sounds good.” I say.

I go out the door and meet Sam and John on the sidewalk. The twins are dressed like Christmas elves.

I have to laugh. “What are you two up to?”

“’Tis the season,” Sam says.

Obviously, I think.

“Isn’t that against the dress code?” I say.

“Explain to me why an Alternative Education Academy has a dress code in the first place.” Sam says.

She has a point. But all the schools in Ireland have uniforms.

“What I want to know is why we have only have four days before Christmas with no school.” John says. “That’s not enough time to get all the baking I want in.”

I give John a mock look. “Exactly how much time do you need for all your baking?”

John thinks about this for a moment. “Well, he’s already talked about making plum cake, sugar cookies, spice cake, candy cane cake-“

I interrupt at Sam. “Candy cane cake?”

“I saw it in a cookbook.” John defends.

“Was it Willy Wonka’s cookbook?” I tease.

“Make fun all you want, but I think it’ll be the best cake you’ve ever had.” John insists.

Actually, the best cake I ever had was when I turned ten, and we iced a vanilla cake with peanut butter and jelly. That was a birthday cake.

We get to school just in time for the bell to ring. Like always, English is our first class of the day. Thankfully, Sam and John are 3rd years, so they’re still lower classmates, and at this school it means they’re still part of my class. To my surprise, the teacher doesn’t seem to care that Sam and John look like they just arrived from Santa’s workshop. Either that or they don’t notice their outfits. But there’s only ten students in our class, us included, so that can’t be true. We sit down to class, but no sooner do we sit down does a boy behind me tap me on the shoulder. I look at him. It’s Daniel Hewson. I’ve been in classes with him since 3rd class (3rd grade for my American readers). He hands me a note. I take it and read it.

You got cute over break, it says.

I frown. I’m not sure how to feel about that. I don’t think I want attention from boys. Ever since Sam entered puberty, she’s told me one day I would get it (and she likes boys and girls). I just don’t. I’ve never had a crush on a boy, and I can’t imagine I ever will. Most of them are so annoying, except John and Bart. I even find Sam’s boyfriend, Harry, annoying. Besides, I’ve seen enough relationships fail that I know it’s not something I ever want to get involved in. I’ve already been left once, and that was enough. I don’t want to go through that again.

Besides, what the heck does he mean “I got cute over break?” I mean, I know he’s referring to last week when I visited my cousin in Minnesota. But what about the cute part? Does he mean I got cute cause I developed more? Does he mean I got cute because I got taller? What does that even mean?

I just put the note away and pay attention to the rest of class.

After class, I tell Sam and John about the note. “Well, it’s obnoxious and lame, but I’m not sure if it qualifies as much to worry about.” Sam says.

“But what does it even mean? Like I’m only pretty cause I developed? Cause that’s just dumb.” I say.

“Boys are dumb.” Sam says.

“That’s why I will never date one.” I say, walking down the hall.

“All I said was they were dumb, as a species. But they’re not all like that,” Sam clarifies.

John frowns. “Species? We’re a separate species now?”

“Somewhere on the level of chimps.” Sam teases.

John gives her a mock look. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t crush on one. Are you still convinced you will never have feelings for anyone? Forget boys for a moment.” Sam says.

“I am. I just don’t think relationships are worth it. They always end in heartbreak. Remember Orla Devon? She left Bart for a 5th year when they were 3rd years. Bart moped around for weeks.” I tell her.

“And you’re basing relationships on Bart and Orla?” Sam is aghast. “All they did was hold hands and exchange furbies.”

“It’s not just Bart and Orla. Mum and Dad broke up.” I insist.

“Because he was alcoholic who wouldn’t get sober.” John reminds me.

I nod. “Aye, I’m definitely not falling for an alcoholic.”

Sam nods. “Alright… If you insist.”

“Aye, I do.” I say, as we get to our next classroom.

After school, as tiny snowflakes spit down from the sky, we pile into Mum’s car to go and get our tree.

“How was school?” Mum asks.

“Good. Where’s Bart?” I ask.

“On an errand you’re not allowed to know about.” Mum tells me.

I nod. Bart must be Christmas shopping. I didn’t really put much on my list this year except the Nintendo GameCube, and the game Luigi’s Mansion. I just know that’s gonna be a cool game and I’m gonna ace it! I don’t know if Bart will be in charge of getting that, but you never know.

We go to the Christmas tree farm and get our tree, which has to be delivered to us. That thing won’t fit into Mum’s tiny car.

But the person from the tree farm follows us home and we haul it in.

John scratches himself on the needles. “I wonder who it was that decided one day that these scratchy things were good to decorate with.”

I keep my mittens on, so I don’t get scratched. “It comes from the ancient festival Yule. In the winter, coniferous trees are the only ones that still had remaining greenery and were thus able to bring beauty and brightness to the dark winter homes of people.”

“I can understand that,” Sam says. “They are pretty, they’re just scratchy.”

John rubs his hands. “Tell me about it.”

With the tree all up, Mum makes us some hot chocolate while we do our homework. As if I thought math was bad last year. Now I’m learning the formula for the slope axis aspect or whatever it is. If anyone knows what this means, I’d appreciate the help.

Bart comes home soon after with a box full of stuff. “What is it? What’d’ja get me?” I tease him.

“Never you mind. And don’t come into my room until I say so,” Bart says, going upstairs with the box.

That night, Sam and John stay for dinner cause its Friday. Every week we do Friday night pizza.

“So are you still all enjoying school?” Edward asks.

“Um… School, yes, except for math… But… I have been getting more… attention lately.” I say.

“What kind of attention?” Mum asks, concerned.

“A boy told me I got cute over the break. Whatever that means.” I roll my eyes.

Bart frowns. “What boy?”

“I’m not gonna tell you. You’ll pick a fight, and he’s only a 2nd year.” I say.

Mum looks at me. “Well, this boy sounds like he’s trying to come up with some cool line, but is there anything wrong with getting attention, as long as it’s appropriate attention?”

“What do you mean by appropriate?” I ask.

“I mean, no one’s harassing you. Cause I will call the school and raise hell if that happens. But showing interest seems normal for your age.” Mum says.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to be normal. Maybe I want to grow up and be a hedgewitch in Brú na Bóinne.” I say.

Sam laughs. Bart frowns. “Why would you want to do that?” he asks.

I shrug. “To confuse people.”

Mum smiles. “Well, honey it’s your choice whether you want to interact with people that way, but I’d still encourage you to keep an open mind. You may find someone wonderful.”

I nod. But that someone wonderful could also leave me, I think.

I don’t think about it anymore and I just go back to eating.

[canirove]

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"If you get into the bath with her, don't stay there forever."

"We won't, I promise."

"And don't let her fall sleep with her hair wet."

"Nope."

"And tomorrow, put her on a proper outfit, not her Chelsea kit."

"Hey, that only happened once and because of a poo explosion."

"I'm serious, Mason."

"I won't, I promise" he says, rolling her eyes. "I've been alone with her before, you know?"

"Not at night and for this long."

"It's just 24 hours. And if I struggle, which I won't, I can call my mum, yours, my sister... We'll be fine. And so will you" he says, hugging me by the waist.

"I hope so" I say, letting out a big sigh. "It's the first time I'm gonna be away from her for this long since she was born. From you too."

"And you'll be perfectly fine."

"I will be perfectly fine" I repeat after him.

"And when you come back from Turin, we'll celebrate my first birthday as a dad."

"Not your 30th birthday?" I ask, arching a brow.

"Age is just a number. And that must be your car" he says after my phone pings.

"It is, yes. Are you sure you have everything under control?"

"I do, gorgeous. Now go, don't make the girls wait."

"I love you, Mason" I say, hugging him one last time.

"I love you too."

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"I've missed this so much" Leah says, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Sleeping like that or having me by your side on the plane?"

"Both. You have the most comfortable shoulders ever."

"If you say so" I chuckle.

After Nora was born, it was time to decide what to do with my career. I knew I wanted to play football again, but I also knew that I didn't want to be away from Mason. So even though I had another year left with Real Madrid, and leaving the friends I had made there was hard, I decided to go back to London.

The moment my decision was official, Rob got calls from both Chelsea and Arsenal, and this time Chelsea's offer was very tempting. But I couldn't say no to the club that watched me grow and become a football player. They one that basically gave me everything. My club.

"Do you miss them? Nora and Mason, I mean" Leah asks.

"I do. A lot. But this is how it works. I have to get used to it."

"You'll be fine, you'll see. We all will help you as much as we can" she says, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze. "And you can always facetime, send audios, photos, videos... And then share them with me. The ones about Nora, I mean. I don't need to see the sexy photos Mason sends you."

"He doesn't send me sexy photos."

"Really? Boring. What do you do when you are away?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"I... I think I'll pass. Taking a nap sounds like a better idea. Will you wake me up when it is time to land?"

"I will, don't worry."

"I've missed you, bff."

"I've missed you too" I say, kissing Leah's head.

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“Le-ah. C´mon Nora, you can say it. Le-ah.”

“Brrrr.”

“Yes, that’s what the car does. Now say my name. Le-ah.”

“Looks like you are having the same luck with her than Mason” I say, sitting down on the sofa next to Leah and Nora. “He’s been asking her to say daddy or papa for weeks, and nothing.”

“I just don’t get it. It is an easy name. She can’t say Leah but she can say Dec.”

“He is her favorite uncle” I shrug.

“And I am her favorite auntie, am I not?” Leah says, doing a weird face and making Nora laugh.

“She loves it when you make that face.”

“I know. But if I do it too often, I’m gonna get wrinkles on my forehead, Nora” Leah says, bopping her on the nose and making her laugh again.

“Oh, the second half is starting” I say. Since Mason is playing away in Manchester, Leah has come over to spend the night with us and make us company.

“Who is there?” she asks Nora, turning her so she can see the tv, pointing at it.

Nora starts clapping, what she usually does when there is football on tv or we take her to the stadium. And then… it happens.

“Papa!” she says when the camera zooms on Mason.

“Oh, my God” I say, Leah and I looking at each other, our eyes wide. “Did she just say…”

“She did.”

“Let me try something.” I pick the remote control, rewinding the match just a few seconds so we can see the bit with Mason again. “I’m gonna try to catch it on camera, so when I push play, ask her again who is on tv.”

“Ok” Leah says.

“Ready… go.”

“Nora, who is there?” Leah repeats, pointing at the tv. And when Mason shows up on the screen…

“Papa!” she says, clapping in excitement.

“Did you get it?”

“I did.”

“Mason is gonna die when you send it to him. And it will definitely cheer him up, because he is playing like shit tonight.”

“Always so thoughtful, Leah” I say, playing the video to make sure I recorded it properly.

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“Sorry about tonight, Mase.”

“Thank you, gorgeous. But it was my worst game of the season.”

“Hey, we all have bad nights, don’t be too harsh on yourself.”

“Easier said than done” he sighs.

“I have something that will cheer you up, tho.”

“Something like what?”

“A video.”

“Do I need to watch it alone?” he says. I can’t see his face, but I know he is smiling.

“It’s a video of Nora. Let me know when you’ve watched it, and make sure the volume is up.”

“Ok… I’ll take a shower and watch it.”

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“No way! No freaking way!” Mason says when he calls me again. “Is that real?”

“Yep. She said it twice, but the first time I didn’t catch it on camera.”

“Can’t wait to be back home and hear her say it in person.”

“Did it cheer you up?”

“It did. Thank you, gorgeous.”

“You’re welcome. And now go show the video to everyone else, I know you are dying to do it.”

“Oh, I will. I definitely will. Chilly has already watched it three times, tho. And I’m thinking about using it as my texts ringtone. Or is that too much?”

“It may be too much, yes” I laugh.

“Ok, I won’t do it. But ugh, I love it. And I love you. Both of you.”

“Love you too, Mase.”

[lollypopsx]

hi love! thank you thank you for writing the brother harry piece. i never see anything written about reader with ocd and it’s such a struggle!! i’ve been getting better but could you maybe write something about reader having a tic attack? i’ve had them before where i have to count everything and to me i have certain numbers that are “bad” so i just need to keep counting everything and making sure i’m not touching anything with a certain amount of fingers or something like that, sorry if this is bad feel free to ignore! 💚💚

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A/N: I also want to say a huge thank you to @manifestrry with this and helping me with the facts and shedding light. All OCD’s can vary so thank you for being patient with all my questions. You’re an incredible human 🤍

Warnings: OCD, social anxiety, medication, intrusive thoughts, slight harming actions (not violent or graphic), anxiety, depression

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This wasn’t supposed to happen, you were just starting to get better again. Why did they have to change everything and put you on new medication?! The last ones were fine...Well apart from the nausea and insomnia...

As always, you had had the same speech from your Doctor about how the new medication would take a little while to kick in, and it may make you worse for a little while. So what was the point in taking them then? Especially if you weren’t going to feel any better. And you decided you were completely okay without the tablets at all instead.  

Although, that wasn’t quite what you had decided to tell your family.

“Y/N, darling? Harry’s here!” Your Mum calls from downstairs. You sigh softly and check the time, it was 12pm and you were all going out for business lunch meeting about a charity performance that Harry was planning, with the help of you.  

It was a very big step for you, but you were determined not to let your mental health ruin it this time. You flicked your light switch on and off as you left your bedroom before rushing downstairs.

“There she is” Harry smiles and presses two kisses to your cheek as you come down the stairs. You had checked your outfit with Harry every single day last week. “You look great!” He smiles.

“Thank you” You smile softly, putting your phone into your bag. “Are you driving?”

“Sure thing Sugar!” Harry chuckles, re-tying his shoe laces.

“I’m just going to get my coat, Y/N, your medication is on the side” Your Mum reminds you, you nod softly, your hands suddenly jolting up to clap twice. Harry flinched slightly as you blushed deeply. Not again.

This was a new thing you had to do. When you became extremely nervous you always used to hold someone’s hand to calm your nerves. However, a couple of weeks ago, while in the midst of an anxiety attack, you were squeezing at Gemma’s hand and noticed you had dug your nails in, marking her skin and very nearly drawing blood. You just needed to have the feel of something on your skin. So you decided that you would clap to feel the contact instead, and not risk hurting anyone else. If you didn’t clap, someone would get seriously hurt.

The guilt you still felt for hurting your sister was still eating you away.

You hang your head low and head into the kitchen, you could feel Harry’s eyes burning into you so you took a deep breath, placed the tablet in your mouth and took a sip of water. You could see Harry nod gently before going onto his phone.

Fooled you Harold.  

You quickly turned around, taking the still-whole tablet out from under your tongue. You were about to wash it away down the sink, but you felt Harry and your Mum’s footsteps behind you, so you quickly pushed it into your bag as you got your phone out.

“So...Y/N how’s the new medication coming along? Noticed any changes?” Harry asks curiously.  

Another two claps.

“Feeling much better” You nod quickly before rushing out the door and into the back of the car.

“Y/N, remember you’ll be sat beside me at the end of the table, and Mum will be opposite you alright?” Harry explains from the driver’s seat. You gave him a soft nod, your worries and anxieties beginning to flood into your brain once again. But you needed to do this. You wanted to make a difference.

“Sure thing Sugar!” You repeat Harry’s expression from earlier. He let out a gentle chuckle. “Try not to get that phrase stuck in your head too often”  

You tighten your fists as you watch out the window, Harry pulling up to the restaurant's car park.

“H-how many people?” You mutter softly, feeling your nails indent your skin once again.  

“Just six of us. Us three, Jeff, Kyle Mason who is the founder of the charity and Juliette Reeves who is offering us the venue” You nod nervously. “Nice even number, and we have a corner to ourselves so there won’t be too many people around us. Just like the original plan.”

You could do this. It was just lunch. Just lunch with your family and a couple more people.

“How many doors are there?” You mutter, feeling your heart rate quicken.

Harry’s eyes widen as he freezes. Shit. He promised you that he would find out and he had totally forgotten. If you had to go through an odd number of doors, something very bad would happen on the way home.

“Shit. Y/N I’m sorry I-…"

“Darling” Your Mum turns around to face you with a frown. “I thought you said you had been better with-”

“I-I was just curious. It’s okay” You whisper.  

After two more claps, you took a deep breath and got out of the car, tapping your knuckles twice against the car window, because if you didn’t, then someone would steal the car.

“Y/N...Are you sure you are okay to do this?” Harry says softly, gently pulling you to the side.

“Yes Harry!” You furrow your brows. “I told you everything is getting better” You frown, feeling the burning in your stomach. You had to be getting better, because if you weren’t then that would mean you were just getting worse. And that would disappoint everyone.

Then everyone would leave because they’re tired of you disappointing them all the time. Maybe disappointment should just be your new name.

“Y/N...Y/N” Harry squeezed your hand gently, releasing you from your trance.

“What?” You blink, staring up at him.  

“I said just three doors...” He whispers, nodding to the restaurant. “Three doors for us to go through” He explains calmly.

No. No this couldn’t be happening. Three was odd. And worse than that, it was the worst odd number. Because bad things happen in threes. They always happen in threes.

“W-what? No...no Harry you must have counted wrong. There can’t be!” Your eyes widen in fear, turning to pace on the spot and flicking your hands, trying to get rid of the trembling action.

“Fuck Y/N I’m so sorry!” Harry felt the pit of guilt in his stomach as he gently took your hand, Anne had gone off to speak to the restaurant owner, wanting to do anything in her power to keep you as calm as possible.

“Hey, look at me...take a deep breath in and out okay, we can find another way” he whispers calmly. You wanted to pull Harry away and run from the restaurant, never having to go in there ever. But you were pushing away the compulsion and you were doing so well, but you couldn’t pull Harry away, so you found yourself pulling at your own hair, causing a pained whimper to escape from your lips.

“Y/N, come on” He frowns, taking your wrist gently and trying to pry your hair out of your hand, your fingers shaking and tightening up.  

“Please, you’ll hurt yourself” He whispered, his calm voice soothing you as you closed your eyes and felt your fingers release from your hair. “Shhhh, that’s it...well done” He whispers.

“Darling, the owner said that we can go in through the back way, and there will be one extra door so you can go through four of them alright?” Anne frowns. “We can go and sit down, get a drink and order some food. How does that sound?”  

“O-okay” You mutter, quietly clapping your hands over and over again, until you felt Harry’s hand snaked in between yours, squeezing your hand gently twice.

“N-no don’t do that because if I hurt you, you’ll leave!” You blurt out, pulling your hands away and looking him in pure terror.

He blinked in disbelief. “Y/N...Y/N I promise you, I’m not going anywhere!” He reassures you. “You can squeeze my hand, I don’t mind” He holds his hand out to you gently, your hands still clapping as you shake your head.  

“Alright...that’s okay...what about this?” He whispers, gently holding your wrist. “How’s that? You can’t hurt me like this...”

You were ready to pull your hand away once again, but you felt some of the built-up tension in your veins release, and you gave him a slow, but cautious nod.

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Throughout the dinner, your social anxiety was becoming more and more apparent, you felt the tears building behind your eyes, but you were swallowing them down as much as possible.

Your hands were sweating and you kept dropping your fork as you attempted to eat some chips from your plate. This was such an important meeting for Harry, and for you, and you were sure you had ruined it all already.

You see, you had looked at the menu all week, read every review and made sure that you didn’t have any foods that could make you unwell. But...what if there was something dangerous that had accidentally gotten into your food and no one knew?...But Harry and Anne had already eaten half of theirs, and they were okay. And Jeff, Kyle and Juliette had said that they had breakfast here this morning as they were staying at the hotel next door.

You had to eat though, because then if you didn’t eat, then Anne and Harry would know you wouldn’t be able to have your tablet on an empty stomach, and that would blow your plan and they would soon realise the truth. Then they would be disappointed. Then they would leave you forever. Then you’d be alone the rest of your life and then...

“So Y/N, what do you think?” Juliette looks over to you with a smile, interrupting your thoughts. You had been chewing the same chip, zoning out for the last minute or two and you had no idea what they had said. You felt the nerves rush through your body, your nails digging into the table and you had forgotten how to swallow.

“Chew...and breathe” Harry whispers, reminding you and handing you your drink.

Anne leant over and rested her hand on top of yours, stroking your fingers gently. “They said if you would like to and felt ready enough at the time, maybe you could try and say a few words at the performance. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to...” Your Mum explains calmly as you look between her and Juliette.

Your words were on the tip of your tongue, but they couldn’t come out, it was like your mouth just didn’t want to move. You felt yourself getting more and more frustrated deep down.

Your mouth was trying to move, but no sound was coming out, and that just made you want to scream as loud as possible. It was like living in a nightmare. Harry and Anne shared an intense look of worry between each other.  

Harry opened his mouth to apologise but Kyle stopped him straight away.

“Don’t worry...it’s completely okay...things take time, and we have lots of time. This event is going to be very special” He was careful not to use the word important because he didn’t want you to feel more pressure.

Y/N if you don’t hit your head against this wall right now, the words will never come out and you’ll ruin your brother's career...four bangs will get four words out so just do it.

One. Two. Three. Four. The wall was brick behind you and you felt your eyes well with tears, your breath blocked in your throat as you tried to choke your words out.

The table had fallen silent as the only noise that could possibly escape your mouth was a cry and your head fell back again, But your brother had great reflexes. He placed his arm behind your head, creating a barrier for your head and the wall and as you threw your head back.

The last time this happened you had given yourself concussion, and he was not going to risk you hurting yourself. Ever.

You felt the tears finally escape your eyes as Harry wrapped an arm around your neck gently and pulled your head into the crook of his neck. You hung your head in shame as the only sound you could hear now was your cries. Crying from a mix between your frustration and the ache at the back of your head.

Harry held you close to his chest with a frown, kissing your head over and over again.

“Harry love, why don’t you take Y/N home? I think she’s just a bit overwhelmed...I can carry this on for now” Anne explains calmly, giving Harry a look as your breathing was getting heavier and heavier.

“But Mum, how are you going to get back?” He whispers.

“-I’ll drop her back” Jeff interrupts with a nod, Anne giving him a thankful smile.

Harry nods, apologising quietly as he says goodbye to Juliette and Kyle, helping you up from the table. You looked sadly to the small group, still trying to move your lips, but your ragged breath was making it hard to focus on anything else.

“..S...Ss-so...” You choke out, feeling pathetic, before rushing out quickly.

Harry getting you to the car luckily happened very quickly. You took a deep breath and felt the burning of Harry’s eyes on your tear-stained face. He had so many questions, his eyes filling with concern and he wished in that moment, more than ever, that he had the ability to read your mind.  

He wanted to ask you everything that was going through his mind, wondering how it was possible for you to have spiralled so quickly. But he knew better than to do that right now. He leant over and opened the glove box, fumbling around to get one of your fidget spinners out.  

You squeezed your eyes shut gently as Harry flicked on the radio, taking a calm and quiet ride home. If you watched the road, you’d be flinching at every car, tunnel or bridge you passed. You could already feel yourself spiralling and the last few days you had been keeping so much inside, that if someone squeezed you, you would sure blurt it all out. Overthinking so much, and letting your darkest thoughts eat you alive while sat in your dimly lit room while your Mum was out working.

Harry pulled up in the driveway, jumped out the car and opened her door slowly for her. “Let’s get you inside” He whispers gently. “How’s your head feeling?” He wasn’t angry. Never angry. Just concerned.

“S-sore” You whisper, almost silently. You tapped the car window twice with your knuckles before Harry took your wrist calmly and led you inside to the comfort of your home. He sat you comfortably on the sofa, gently untying your trainers and taking them off.  

You whimpered quietly, crescent nail indents sunken into the palms of your hand, and red smears of blood seeped into the hem of your jumper.  

“Shhhh” Harry whispers quietly, grazing his fingers over the palm of your hand and looking around to find your fluffy grey blanket.

“Upstairs...” You mumble, your fingers picking at the dry skin on your lips. He nods and picks your bag up before heading upstairs into your room and taking the grey blanket from your bed. The softness had always distracted your hands, and also helped to release the tension of your sore and rough hands.

He took your phone out of your bag too before hanging your bag on the back of your door, frowning as a small, round, white tablet fell out.  

He knew it.  

He had a gut feeling about this and now he had the proof. He knew this because when he was younger, he used to do the same thing when he didn’t want to take tablets for a cold.

He took a deep breath, and took your phone and blanket in one hand, clutching your tablet in the other hand. He handed you your phone and draped the blanket over your lap before going into the kitchen, getting you a glass of water and another tablet.

“Here, you need to take your medication” He whispers, handing you the pill as you look up at his nervously, placing the tablet under your tongue and nodding as you sip the water. You waited quietly for him to leave, but he stood with his arms crossed, not angry. Just firm.  

“Y/N...you need to swallow them” He whispers, placing the other tablet on the coffee table. Your eyes caved and you could sense the disappointment rifling through his body language. You felt the tears brim your eyes again. You couldn’t even move your jaw to speak.

“How long have you not been taking them?...Have you taken any?” He raises an eyebrow. You gave him a silent nod.  

“I-I...I have....was” You squeak out timidly.

“Y/N, you can’t just suddenly stop taking them, you know how dangerous that is! You know that doesn’t help you in any way and things just go bad again.” He shakes his head, he had always been very level headed and calm. He rarely spoke to you like this, he didn’t shout, he just raised his voice, but he needed to be tough. They all did, they couldn’t sugar coat it all forever.

You felt the most horrid feeling in the pit of your stomach, if they never found out, everything would be fine!

“I am getting better!!” You finally found your voice, tightening your fists around your blanket once again.

“Then what happened today Y/N?! What happened?” He knelt in front of you, his eyes portraying so many different emotions. But all you could think of was the D word. Disappointment. Again.

“I...I...You don’t understand Harry! Why can’t I just be normal?!” Your lungs screamed out finally, every built up feeling from the last week, releasing as sobs from your mouth. “I don’t want to do this anymore! I’m too tired!” You yell angrily. Within seconds, his eyes fell soft, tears brimming in his own eyes now and he instantly wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“I’m sorry...shhh it’s okay...it’s alright! I’m here” He whispers.

“You know we will always help you, but keeping this bottled up will never be good for you. You can’t just stop taking them, they’re going to help...they just take time darling. I think tomorrow we need to sit down with Mum... Why didn’t you talk to one of us?” He rocks you slowly.

“B-be...because y-you...y-you will...d-d..disap..p-pointed” Your trembling hands now clutching tightly at his chest and your breaths becoming trapped in your throat. Your dry throat felt like it was closing in on you as you tried to pinch Harry lightly.

You never pinched someone out of anger, or harm, or revenge. It was a communication technique, one that meant you couldn’t breathe and you were panicking. Pinching was also something that could easily be distinguished and never mistaken for anything else.

“Listen to me Y/N...I’m so proud of you, and you could never ever disappoint any of us.” He mumbles sadly, feeling a painful tug at his heart strings. Harry gently stroked your hair back with both hands, watching your chest struggle to function. It was such a painful thing for him to witness you this way. He wished he could take every ounce of terror away from you. So he sat down on the sofa, laid you gently down beside him and did the one thing he knew how to do. Sing...and also rub your back slowly.

“Sweet creature Had another talk about where it's going wrong But we're still young We don't know where we're going But we know where we belong

And oh we started Two hearts in one home It's hard when we argue We're both stubborn I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home

Sweet creature We're running through the garden Oh, where nothing bothered us But we're still young I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

And oh we started Two hearts in one home I know, it's hard when we argue We're both stubborn I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home

I know when we started Just two hearts in one home It gets harder when we argue We're both stubborn I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home You'll bring me home”

He sung quietly, and continued throughout, feeling your chest calm down and your heart rate relax. It didn’t always work, but he was so thankful that it did today. He would give it all for you to just have some peace.

“I know it’s scary...I just want to protect you, you’re my sister. Sometimes I wish I could see everything that goes on in that pretty little head Y/N...” He whispers, her head resting on his lap, the fairy lights twinkling above the fireplace and the TV on quietly in the background as you two sat in a finally comfortable silence.

You took a deep breath with a gentle sniffle. Your tear-stained cheeks raw and red and a subtle pounding in your head.  

“I don’t think you’d want to Harry...” You mumble tiredly.

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[alltoolewis]

Sorry for the dr3 spam 😂 but maybe, possibly, please one where you just admire him intwracting with kids (search danniel ricciardo and felipe masse on youtube and just die from cuteness)

One day: Daniel Ricciardo

Thank you for being so, patient darling!! & sorry it's kind of short hehe! I tried to make it as fluffy as possible for you though!! Enjoy ❤

"Danny are you coming or not?" You yelled up the old wooded stairs of his Australian home. After more than 4 years together, his lifestyle always seemed to amaze you... I mean picture the house of your dreams when you were younger.. you know with the big swimming pool, home cinema, elevators to different floors! Now multiply it by 3!! That's his life! "Danny!!!" You know you sound dramatic right now, constantly calling his name but after his family made it pretty clear that you were expected at 3pm, and with the time ticking by you didn't want to be late... again! "Calm it, woman.... I'm here!" Danny chuckled, walking down the stairs as if he was a part of NYFW! showing off his outfit, that you so happened to pick out for him "Does it scream Valentine or what?!?" He laughed, pointing out his black shirt, filled with little red and white hearts, the silky material hugging his figure perfectly... capturing your eyes in a trance! "STOP STARING AT ME!" He screamed playfully, causing you to flinch... "Danny!"

"I'm sorry baby!" He laughed, tears rolling down his face as he kissed your forehead lovingly "But c'mon we have to go... my mums gonna kill you when she finds out your the reason we're late again!"

"But Danny your the o-"

"Let's go!!"

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"Wow it looks like cupid threw up in here!" Danny smirked, his remark causing you to let out a giggle as his sister glared holes into him. Pink decorations was scattered everywhere, with large hearts dangling from the ceiling and sparkly confetti sprinkled across the floor... it was any couples dream....

"Shut it Mr-I-only-wear-a-heart-shirt-cause-the-love-of-my-life-tells-me-to!!... now come quick before mum and dad realise your late again!!" The second you entered the family garden, you were instantly met with love. From his parents to his grandparents, uncles to childhood friends... everyone welcomed you to the crazy family since day one! While you were politely talking to his auntie your eye couldn't help but gaze towards your goofball of a boyfriend. His laughter could be heard all the way back in Monaco as he talked his cousins to the ground instantly causing all the little ones to pile up on him...

"When are you too planning on adding some more little ones in the family?" His aunt asked, huge smile on her face as she watched you admire her nephew from a far. "Huh?" Her question catching you off guard as you looked at her confused "We... urmm... we've talked about it but we both agreed it's not the right time at the moment with his career and stuff..." You both wanted nothing more to have a little family off your own, both of you knowing each other would make the best parent ever! But with Danny constantly travelling and the current situations going on with the world, you both decided to wait a bit longer until you had little ones of your own...

"well... you better hurry up... the Ricciardo family are in need of some new little ones...!" "Oh we will!" Danny smiled, overhearing the whole conversation as he wrapped his arms around you waist from behind "One day..."

[finelinevogue]

Can you write something about when Harry and Y/N broke up but fans speculate that they got back together and they did get back together. They broke over something stupid, please. You don’t have to do this exactly it can be something like that.

let’s see how this turns out! hope it’s what you wished for?!

The last few months had been rough.

What had started as rumours of a breakup between everyones favourite couple, you and Harry, had turned into an actual breakup.

It had started by Harry spending more time with Olivia, due to press for Don’t Worry Darling. They were always hanging out with each other, even when there was no publicity stunt telling them to. You found it appropriate at first, wanting the movie to gain some form of reputation, but after a while you believed it turned South. It was becoming a definite friendship and not just because they had to. It was the way that Harry would bring Olivia over for dinner without checking with you first, or taking the dog for a walk with her not you, or even staying longer out on stunts than they needed to just because they wanted to.

So you challenged Harry on it. Hell, even the tabloids were challenging you both - claiming Harry had split from you for Olivia. You made him question whether he thought his actions were irresponsible and appropriate or not, to which he thought there was nothing wrong and thought you were being irrational. You didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, only to find him later on the phone speaking to Olivia about how crazy you’d been acting about it all. So you showed him crazy and walked out.

Until today.

For over a half a year your sister had her wedding planned and Harry was supposed to be your guest. You were nervous about turning up without him, because your family were very judgy. Your sister couldnt help being the smarter and the prettier one, but she also didn’t have to parade it around so everyone knew of it. Your mum and dad thought you a disappointment for the longest time, but once you’d gotten a job and had moved out they were a bit more loving over you. Still didn’t hide the fact they desperately hoped for you to have a relationship. It wasn’t that you were bringing Harry along to prove that someone loved you, but more to prove that they would never fully be satisfied whether you had a boyfriend or not. There would always be a podium stand slightly lower for you to stand on.

However, they didn’t know about the breakup.

“Y/N, nice to see you. Where’s Harry?” Another guest asked you, relatives of your mum. It was the same question over and over again, no one really caring about how you are but instead whether you’re in a positive relationship.

“Oh um I think he’s just running a bit late.” Was your chosen answer to respond to said question. It was repetitive, but it kept people off your back.

The wedding was completely beautiful. It was in a beautiful church and was decorated to perfection. The theme was white and royal blue, something your sister had always dreamed of. Children played amongst the pews and family relatives mumbled to each other about gossip. There was still a heavy sadness to the event. Maybe it was because your sister hadn’t asked you to be a bridesmaid - instead, choosing her best friends instead - or maybe it was because you missed Harry so much.

He’d fucked up. He really had, but it didn’t take away that burning passion for him that spread like a wildfire in your belly. You missed him. You still loved him. Worst of all, you had to pretend everything was all alright in front of your family when actually you were breaking apart inside.

Harry hadn’t messaged saying that he was or wasn’t coming, but after everything that had happened you were confident he was going to be a no show, and you would be the embarrassment of the family once again. Your relationship had been very private and exclusive, but Harry’s fans were so investigative you wouldn’t be surprised if they knew that you’d broken up and were aware that you were at a wedding today without him. Neither of you had made a public statement about your breakup, but neither of your wanted to damage each other even more. Fans suspected though and rumours travel fast.

“Y/N how are you doing? How’s Harry?” Another aunt came and asked you, this time with your mother in tow.

“Oh he’s great, yes.” You smiled forcefully, not actually having a clue how your ex-boyfriend was doing. You didn’t keep up with his social media because you were afraid of what you might find.

“Where is he? Is he here?” Your aunt asked.

“He’s late, apparently.” Your mother answered for you, sneeringly. “You’ll be made a fool of if he’s a no show Y/N.”

“I know.”

“I hope everything goes well for you both.” Your aunt kindly said, before waiting for your mum to say something nice too. That was a mistake though.

“Well it’s unlikely she’ll find someone again!” Your mother laughed and pulled your aunt away from you. You furrowed your eyebrows and let your heart sink low.

What were you thinking, letting Harry go like that? Your mum was right, you were never going to find anyone else again. You were so lucky with Harry. He was so kind and so patient with you, but obviously he’d run out of steam towards the end. It doesn’t surprise you. You’ve always been told you’re a mighty handful and you need a lot of work put into looking after you, so you understand why you were probably too much for Harry. The showbiz life had never really been something you’d completely submerged yourself into, whereas you guess for Olivia it was rooted in her from birth. She understood Harry’s world the same way he did hers. They would match perfectly for each other, if that’s what they wanted.

You watched the room continue as usual, but you couldn’t keep yourself here. There was too much sadness welling deep within you that you wanted to just run and then keep running. So you did, only to get as far as the bench in the front courtyard. The outside felt calmer and more freeing than inside, you sat and absorbed it for a while, not realising that you were crying until your pretty multicoloured dress had grown darker with a pool of your tears.

“Shit.” You tried rubbing the tears out, but only made you cry a little harder. You thought about your makeup running and tried to compose yourself, fanning your face to calm it down from the heat now.

“And here I was thinking weddings were supposed to be happy.”

You stopped fanning your face to look at him. You couldn’t believe he was standing there, dressed in a beautiful white suit and salmon pink shirt underneath to compliment the colours of your dress - the outfit that you’d helped him pick out over a year ago. He’d remembered. He trusted that you’d still be wearing this dress. He was a sight alright. A vision of beauty and love.

“Harry?” You questioned, wiping your under eyes to clear away any running mascara, not quite believing he was standing there.

“So what was it? Bad music playing? No vodka? Or maybe there’s nowhere for you to escape to go read the book I know you have stuffed away in your clutch bag.” He stood at a distance from you, hands in his trouser pockets, to make sure you were comfortable.

“I brought vodka instead of the book.” You chuckled, reaching into your clutch to prove it to him.

“Lucky for you, i’ve come to save the day.” Harry reached to the inside of his blazer pocket and pulled out a Kindle. You’d always been debating whether or not to buy one, because the feeling of having a book to turn its’ physical pages is a feeling second to none. “Take it, it’s yours.”

Harry handed it out to you and you stood up to reach for it hesitantly. Harry assured you that it was okay and that you’d been reading too many books if you thought it was a trap of some sort.

“Thank you, Harry.” You spoke sincerely. You stroked your thumb over the cover and turned the case lid over to start up the screen. The screen lit up and it was set to a picture of your favourite quote, annotated just as you would have in your own book. You chuckled and let a few tears drop from the kindness of all of this.

“And then…” Harry unlocked the Kindle with your birthday as the password, before clicking on the library so you could discover what was waiting for you on your virtual shelves. Harry had downloaded all your most favourite books, whilst also downloading the ones he knew had been on your to-be-read list. He’d even added a few of his favourite books too, just because you liked reading his recommendations.

You smiled, but felt so lost.

“W-why are you here, H?” You asked, closing the lid and bravely looking up into his enchanting eyes. You had to control yourself not to comment on how wondrous they looked.

“To save the day.” He chuckled in repeat, until he knew you weren’t taking that for an answer. “Because I fucked up. Big league time.”

“Yeah.” You whispered, looking down at your shoes to see that they weren’t that far apart at all. He was so close to you, yet he wasn’t yours to catch.

“And i’ll never forgive myself for letting you walk out of that door. The promotion shit with Olivia? Done. I’ve finished. I explained that the movie isn’t as important to me as you. You,” Harry paused to breathe out, and took the risk of guiding your jaw up to meet your gaze with his soft hand, “you are real Y/N. You’re so important and key to my life and it bloody terrified me, still does actually, to think that you make me feel this way. I want everything with you. Marriage, kids, a home. A life. I was so worried I would screw it all up, though, to the point where I did screw it all up. I lost you and so I lost me. It’s selfish of me to ask whether any part of your heart still wants me, but—”

“Yes.” You quickly interjected before he could say something he’d later regret. “There is, yes.”

“R-really?” He stumbled over his response, not expecting you to react so soon but his words had got to you. His feelings were vulnerable and raw and it reminded you of how much you love him and feel safe with him.

“Why? Would you like me to say different.” You teased.

“No,” Harry rushed, stepping closer towards you, “God now. Stay, please. Forever, if you’ll have me?”

“I can deal with forever.” You leaned up to where his lips were, craving the taste of them against yours so badly. “Can I?” You looked between his lips and his eyes, watching his eyes coo in admiration of you. His arms snaked around your neck and cupped the back of your head, resting his ringed fingers against your skin delicately.

“You don’t have to ask, angel.” And with that you didn’t hesitate to reclaim your clips on his. He tasted as sweet and as soft as you could remember. The hint of mint sweets he kept in his car could be tasted all over his mouth, and he could no doubt taste the vodka on yours. He took no time in rushing to have his tongue exploring your mouth once mouth, biting on your lip when he got the chance to. He wanted you to remember this moment and how much love he has for you, and always will. Just as you do for him.

Hesitantly pulling away you smiled at him cheekily, feeling so much lighter and happier to have him here. With you in his arms so expertly.

“What?” He asked, leaving a quick kiss to your nose, inhaling his scent as he did.

“Just can’t believe you’re here.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb, and he leaned into your touch so comfortably. He had missed you so damn much, and it showed.

“Let you down once before and I wasn’t going to do it again.”

“So you’d have shown up even if I hadn’t?”

“Not happily, but yes.” He laughed thinking about it.

“Why?” You laughed with him.

“I’ve got to make my impression on your family somehow. Need to remind some of them how amazing and beautiful their special Y/N L/N is.”

“Some are going to need a lot more persuading than others.” You sighed, side-frowning over your words.

“No offence, but anyone who doesn’t treat you as a fucking diamond doesn’t deserve you and should watch out for kick up their backside from me.” You laughed over his empty threat and buried your head against his chest, listening to the heartbeat and rumble of laughter that came from within. This moment alone felt like home. Safe and warm.

“I love you, H.”

“Bloody love you too.”

Harry ended up returning to the wedding with you, much to your mothers surprise, and you both enjoyed the celebrations together. You shut yourselves out from everybody and just danced, talked and drank the night away.

You were so in love.

Later, photos got leaked of the wedding and it showed you and Harry dancing away in one of the backgrounds of the photos. It was supposed to be a shot of just the bride and groom, but you two have managed to get caught in it. You looked so caught up in each other that you still weren’t even aware the photo had been taken. You and Harry had determinedly avoided the camera all night, exactly for this reason, but a part of you was kind of happy that this one photo got leaked, because it showed the world that Harry was yours and you were his. It showed that you were together, or back-together as addressed by some FBI fans, and that you were stronger for it.