#this show is in dire need of some fluffy shenanigans

[amazingmsme]

Hiii,

I saw you put Peaky Blinders as one of your TickleTober potentials!! So thought I'd send you a VERY rough idea draft I've had floating about for a LONG time to act as a prompt if you'd like, as I'm probs never gonna do anything more with it it seems 😅. No pressure to use it at all of course! Just thought I'd give it a use lol. It's rather short currently so you could probs change/add to it to fit whichever free theme you want (onlyifyouchoosetouseit!!). Idk if this is a rly annoying way to do it but I'll just copy/paste it into this ask :)). All cool if it's not ur taste! (It's Ada and Tommy)

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Sitting round dinner table. Polly's cooked.

Ada next to Tommy. Ada wants Tommy's attention with talking about something.

He's deliberately ignoring, preferring to listen to John, etc. (also partly out of 'winding up' cos u know... siblings)

~This goes on for some timelength ~

Ada just resorts to 'spite. Scratches neck or similar with hand, discretely sliding it down herself to under the table. Reaches over and squeezes just above Tommy's knee

Tommy slams leg up into table. Shelbys go quiet. Polly eyes suspiciously.

Tommy apologies, misjudged height of table when altering legs or some other bullshit reason.

Ada involuntarily sniggers, but quickly tries to stop herself.

Tommy slowly glances to Ada beside him with a COLD, (acted) menacing stare. Ada quickly just directs her attention back to her food.

Tommy now moves hand to make like altering napkin on lap (or equivalent).

Ada SOMEHOW didn't notice, now electing to simply listen to the conversation of Arthur/ John, and abandoning her attempt to speak with her second eldest brother out of very much self-regret.

Tommy tweaks her side, looking straight ahead. Ada flinches harshly and ends up crumbling her elbow forcefully onto the handle of her fork (or equivalent) that was sticking out from her plate, causing it to clatter onto the table?

Shelbys now look at her. "Sorry..." Picks fork off table back onto plate. Tommy smirks to self, Ada backsmacks him under table, he responds by pinching her side again more vigor. She has a bigger reaction this time, spluttering in the water she was attempting to drink.

Polly now confronts.

Been hoarding this all day because it makes me so happy thinking about them all sitting down for dinner & Ada is all fed up with being ignored & decides to mess with Tommy in front of everyone kabakabsjd. Interesting how I was talking with @a-fluffer-nutter about a similar scenario with Arthur & Tommy. Something about that man just radiating ticklish knee vibes, & everyone knows his siblings exploit it to the fullest extent lol. This is def going on the list! I think I can make it work for day 8(truth) because Aunt Polly makes them spit it out why they’re acting so weird

[cancerousjojian]

a park in brooklyn | steve rogers

summary: Steve is feeling really sentimental and in-love, and you’re feeling really tired. It’s kinda fluffy and kinda angsty.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

words: 1.6k

a/n: this is for @whirlybirbs’ writing challenge! ily hope, keep doin ur thing friend (also if you’re not following her what are you even doing with your life?? go check out her fics, such a talented writer!)

Steve gets into these… moods.

He doesn’t know if it’s because almost everyone he’s ever loved has been taken from him in some form or another, but he’s feeling like a lost dog without you. He’s waiting for you to come home—rather impatiently—just so he can see you, remember that you’re real and you’re here.

He’s trying to distract himself, thinking about his time in the war and when things were just... better. He remembers summers with Bucky at the county fair, going to see the same movies three, even five times. Yet somehow, he always circles back to you.

You’re at the park the first time you see him. You sat on the only bench that wasn’t nearly falling apart by the excessive usage of the Brooklyn population, and listened to the music playing in your earbuds. You didn’t really have a reason for being there, unlike the super soldier who jogged passed you every few minutes. You started counting his laps, noticing a different feature of his every time. Little did you know, he quickly takes notice of you, too. He wonders what your eyes look like behind your sunglasses and what song you were listening to and if he’s ever heard it before.

He runs by eighteen times before he sits down on the bench next to you, panting and fanning himself with the collar of his shirt. You want to talk to him, and he does too. It feels like an awkward partner project in middle school; neither of you really know what to say.

“Eighteen.” You finally speak, pulling the earbuds out of your ears and shoving them in your hoodie pocket.

The blonde gives you a confused look.

“Eighteen laps.” You say again, shifting in your position to face him. “New record?”

He lets out a heave of breath. “No, it’s actually not even close.”

It’s silent for a moment. “Why’d you stop?”

Steve drops the stoic facade, a shrug falling off his shoulders. “Wanted to talk to you. And from the way you were staring at me, you wanted to talk to me, too.” He’s grinning.

That would be the first time you heart grows for Steve Rogers, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. You come over to his small Brooklyn apartment almost everyday, and he finds himself falling for you fast. You remind him of his old life in the best way possible. You’re the taste of his favorite meal at his favorite diner, and the feeling of a long slumber after a day of shenanigans with Buck. Steve finds a rare sort of comfort in your company, and he relishes in the feeling whenever he can.

And right now, as he sits at home, he can’t wait to feel you again.

He thinks it’s quite pathetic of him, but he starts to stare at the door, hoping that somehow that would make you come home earlier.

Hours go by and he finally hears the creaky stairs as you make your way through the threshold of the door, and your familiar voice greets him sweetly. He’s instantly warmed by it. You can tell he’s in one of those moods when he comes over to you and mutters a “Hello,” before planting a hungry kiss square on your lips. He doesn’t even wait for you to take your shoes off. Large hands find your hips and you have to brace yourself against the doorframe.

“What’ve you been up to?” You ask, trying to make conversation while Steve brushes a strand of hair out of your face and he can’t help but notice how your eyes seem to change color in the springtime.

He hears you, but he’s not sure he knows how to answer. “Missed you,” he says and a soft smile lights up his face. Your heart leaps with the small gesture.

You’ve learned to read Steve well in the passed few months of being with him. When he was quiet and silently affectionate, you knew something was on mind. Sometimes it was bad things, like the overwhelming guilt that sometimes followed him like a shadow everywhere he went. Other times they weren’t so bad. On these occasions, he was usually thinking of you and how you made him feel like there was peace and balance in the world. It’s dramatic, he thinks, but it’s true nonetheless. On these days he could just look at you and feel serenity with your every movement. But today, you couldn’t tell which it was. You’d be there beside him for either extreme.

“Go get changed, okay? I want to take you somewhere.”

You’re admittedly confused, but you comply anyway. You can’t help but feel curious as you stood alone in Steve’s room, slipping on some clothes you’d left over last week. Your eyelids feel increasingly heavy with every move of your muscles. You didn’t really want to go out, but nights where Steve was itching to leave the house was rare, so you would comply with the blonde for tonight.

The leggings and baggy shirt don’t do your figure any justice, but Steve thinks you look as beautiful as ever. He feels his stomach flip in endearment for you when you strike a pose in your outfit. He flashes you a smile and is soon enough opening the door of his truck for you.

You try to map out your route in your mind as you’re driving, the streets oddly deserted. From your peripheral, you can see him glance over at you every few miles. But you’re too tired to react, instead choosing to place a hand on his.

Not before long, you’re in a parking lot you’ve never seen before. Perhaps he was showing you a new landmark he hoped would become tradition in your relationship. However, when Steve leads you to a creaky wooden bench, and your eyes adjust to the dirty running track on top of the grass, the realization hits and you can’t stop the smiling from breaking out on your face.

Steve really was a hopeless, hopeless romantic.

“This is where we first met, isn’t it?” You say, and hope Steve can hear the smile in your voice.

A solemn nod as he sits on the bench. You follow suit, and the wood is surprisingly still sturdy from when you last visited the location.

After a few minutes of sitting in comfortable silence, he answers the unasked question coming to light in your head. “I’m sorry for dragging you out here,” he gestures towards you, and you suddenly feel the urge to break the distance between your bodies and swing your legs over his lap. Steve rests a hand on your knee. Everything is suddenly domestic, and if it weren’t for the chilled wood beneath you and pale moonlight illuminating his face, you’d feel like you’re simply watching a movie on your couch. “I know you’re tired and all. I guess I just needed some fresh air.” He pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts and take a breath.

You want to tell him you understand, and that he doesn’t have to explain himself. You were always in a unique situation with your relationship with Steve, and you weren't always aware of it. But moments like these were a gentle reminder that you were dating a bit of a disheartened 101 year old. To Steve’s relief, you never hesitated to soften any blow that may come his way.

There’s nothing you can say in that moment that Steve doesn’t already know. The swift brush of his hair with your fingers and squeeze of his shoulder tell him more than words ever could. He feels himself falling even faster than he already was, if that’s even possible.

It falls quiet again, and all you can hear is each other’s breathing. You’re staring up at the stars, the clouds parting to let you see enough to make out a constellation. Steve, meanwhile, is memorizing your features while you’re unaware of it. It’s a habit of his he’s developed over the years. He never knows when things can grow dire and dim, so it’s best to appreciate every confidential moment he can get with you.

You catch him and he doesn’t even bother concealing the fact that he’s straight-up staring at you. You find yourself chuckling—and blushing, as always. “You’re such a sap.” You nestle into his shoulder and feel like you might explode when he smiles again. His hand pets your head and you have to fight the sleep that comes over you.

Steve begins to notice your breathing slow and he nudges you with his shoulder. He can’t think of a better ending to his night than curling up in his bed with his lover by his side. You ease back into full consciousness, getting the nonverbal message and following him back to his truck.

On the way back to his apartment, you joke about him having to carry you in because you’re utterly exhausted. Steve is too, with infatuation of you and remembrance of when things were just a little easier. When you park, Steve opens your door as usual, and actually carries you into the apartment bridal-style. It doesn’t do you very much comfort when he nearly trips going up the stairs, and you both burst into a fit of laughter in the middle of the complex. Real smooth, Rogers.

Eventually, you’re both laying under the covers of his bed and he feels better than he’s felt in a long time. He’s so, so thankful for you. He finds himself hopeful, and falling asleep easier than he’s ever slept before.

[ask-joeydrewstudios]

Family Sticks Togehter

@phoena12 submitted: a quick fic i wrote for Angst War 2k18, hope you enjoy!

It had been a peaceful day or as peaceful as the studio could get, the occasional pipe bursting and sending tidal waves of ink in every direction, the sounds of pen scratching onto paper as the widening grin of Bendy takes shape. Sammy had taken to shouting as of late, much to Wally’s and some better un named interns glee, as Bendy plays prank after prank on the poor music director. Their footfalls soon heard as bendy comes screeching out of an ink stained office with a peeved (and soaked) Sammy Lawrence, insults spitting from his mouth. It takes Wally a few minutes to stop his cackling.

Sweet melodies combined with a twirl of angelic singing comb through the halls of the studio, a few employees stopping briefly by the recording studio to catch the sunny tune. Susie making the bass vocals as Alice leads with the main part, the two lost in the joy of it. Jack leans to one side of the recording booth, scanning over the lyrics and hums along to the instrumental parts.

Down below, where memories breathe a little more life than ought to be, sits Shawn, tinkering away with his bendy plushies. A careful eye analysing each and every aspect of the doll he has in hand. Satisfied, he smiles and places the doll down amongst others. A comforting hand is placed on his shoulder as Lacie asks a genial question. Shawn shrugs, stands and gestures at an oil smudged Lacie to lunch. She scoffs but heads for the elevator nonetheless, making a joke that Shawn’s eyes were looking a little green today. He laughs. He usually forgets to take his goggles off.

Several floors above, Joey sketches out various ideas to put forth for the next cartoon strip, various doodles of Bendy pulling pranks or just getting into mischief. Alice being the voice of reason and Boris the lovable antagonist. Notes are hastily scribbled at the sides, some a little indecipherable in his haste to have the picture make sense. He was sure Henry and the others would love them. At least, he think they would if not for the shouting that interrupted Joey’s thoughts. It sounded like Sammy and Bendy were at it again. He heaves a sigh, pushes up from his chair and begins a casual walk out towards the racket. Oh sure, he was gonna give them hell when he caught them but why waste that energy now. Joey waves a hello at passing co-workers.

“I’m gonna ring yer damn neck ya imp!!” Sammy all but screeches.

“Ya gotta catch me first!” Bendy snickers back as he quickly rounds a corner, only to bump into his father figure, Joey.

“I got ya now twerp!” Sammy hollers as he catches up with Bendy and grabs him by the scruff, “oh yer in for it now” Sammy spits. Failing to notice Drew but we’ll just blame it on the fact his face is covered in ink and not the overriding frenzy that has him worked up instead.

“I don’t think that is in your best interests Sammy” Joey speaks up. An audible gulp can be heard as Sammy snaps his neck to meet the cold blue eyed gaze of his boss, dropping Bendy in the process and eliciting an “oww” from him.

There’s a slight pause from both demon and music director before Bendy wraps his arms about Joey’s legs and whimpers a “he started it!” How very convincing and certainly Joey would be had he not had to deal with this same situation time and time again.

“You know damn well you started it ya pest!” Sammy glowers down at Bendy, “he flooded my office again” this he says to Joey, firmly holding his gaze. Joey could have guessed that by the state of his appearance alone.

“That fact is very evident, Sammy, what im most concerned about is the level of noise and destruction (at this he looks pointedly down the hall the two had come cavorting through) that you two have caused”. If looks could kill, Sammy would have dropped dead right there on the floor. “And Bendy” Joey begins with that parental tone that brooks no space for argument, “how many times have I told you not to flood Sammy’s office?”

Bendy idly rubs his forefingers together, a petulant frown showing, “26 times?” he tries but it doesn’t yield any form of a smile from the older man. Bendy gives up his childish act and goes to stand by Sammy, the both of them looking like disgraced children.

“47 actually” Joey sighs out. He wishes Henry were here instead. “Bendy, you’re not allowed in the animation department for the rest of the week”

“What!? But Joey-“Bendy squawks before being cut off.

“No.” it’s harsh but Bendy needs to learn. “As for you, Sammy, your coffee intake will be reduced” that might be pushing it but it’s the only way Joey can really reprimand Sammy.

“Fine…” Sammy grouches, unwilling to fight further on the subject with his boss. He supposed, as well, that he had caused a bit of havoc for the rest of the studio, especially for Wally.

“Good, I shall leave you two to-“

“But what am I meant to do for the rest of the week!” Bendy suddenly pipes up, his hands fisted slightly and looking none too happy about the arrangement made.

“You can draw or you can go play in the other departments” Joey tries.

Bendy grumbles under his breathe, looking about as mad as a dozing kitten, as he stalks off, stomping his little feet every now and then. Sammy nods a curt farewell as he goes to clean himself off. The both of them, Joey concludes then and there, are like spoilt children. Ah well, they would get over it sooner or later and besides, a week wasn’t a long time and Sammy could live without coffee. It might even do his health some benefit.

~~0~~

He was mad.

No!

He was fuming!

He was…he was….what was that word Sammy always used?

Pissed! Yeah that was it, Bendy was pissed as all hell. He’d show Joey, he could find plenty to do without sitting with Henry and watch him draw out each careful line of his beloved cartoon. Nope, Bendy wouldn’t miss the soft scratch of pen to pristine paper, or the gentle mutters of the other animators or the lulling hums of Henry as he zoned out.

Nope!

Nu-uh!

Bendy wasn’t gonna miss any of it. In fact it would do him wonderfully to get away from such a dull place. Think of all the pranks he could pull on everyone else! Oh, Joey would regret this decision. Not that Bendy ‘cared’.

Except his plans hadn’t, well, gone according to plan at all.

Wally had caught on to all of Bendy’s pranks and even alerted the rest of the studio to any other of his shenanigans (the gall!), so pranks were swiftly thrown out the window.

Even Alice and Susie wouldn’t put up with him. They had welcomed him into their conversation but the little demon soon lost track or sense of the conversation and after asking the 40th or so question pertaining to “why a guy’s butt looks good in dress pants, compared to overalls”, both women had kicked Bendy out of the conversation. If you asked Bendy, guy’s butts looked better in skirts!

And Lacie and Shawn were no help either. Lacie pretty much kept Bendy at an arm’s length whilst she worked on some mechanical thing and when Bendy had inquired as to what it was she was working on (and god did he ever regret that question) she had shown him a metallic doll that looked like him.

Except it was missing its eyes.

And some of its teeth had fallen out.

Oh and there was oil coming out of its eyes which was not ok?

Bendy had promptly fled the room screaming and hid beneath a stack of dolls.

Another dire mistake because today was filled with those apparently.

Shawn just had to pick him up out of the stack and Shawn just had to stick a needle dangerously close to his eyes. To Bendy’s amusement, Shawn did scream when finding it to be the real him but, you know, having a needle that close to your eye?

That’s not such an amusing thing.

So, Bendy had booked it outside the studio and yes, he was always told never to go outside the studio but the place was beginning to get too stifling and the fresh air and cooling wind felt good. The sky was blue with thick fluffy clouds, like out of a picture book. It was serene. Nice. Bendy inwardly thanked Joey for giving him a reason to go outside. What Bendy failed to know was that for a toon, stepping outside was a death wish.

He didn’t hear their footsteps or their murmured voices, only the flash of a camera and the shocked cries of humans. He didn’t recognise the voices. He didn’t recognise their faces either. Oh but they recognised him for sure.

Bendy had darted back into the studio, the people shouting and causing an uproar now. They banged against the door. His heart fluttered once and then began an uneven beat. Fast and unrelenting. Oh god, what did he do?

With tears welling in his eyes he runs to the one person who could sort out this mess.

Henry.

He knows, he shouldn’t go anywhere near the animation department, the building anxiety of Joeys disappointed features tearing at the young toons heart. Bendy felt as if he would burst.

As he reaches Henry, he’s a crying mess, ink and tears dripping heavily to the floor. No doubt a puddle would form. Henry is instantly on his knees.

“Hey,hey, what’s wrong buddy?” with a soothing tone that has Bendy bawling even more, the other animators coming to see the ruckus.

It hurts. It hurts so much because bendy is crying and sobbing and begging. “Im sorry, im sorry” and “please forgive me Henry” over and over again. His voice goes hoarse and cracks and god, does he feel like he’s gonna burst. There’s too many people and as Henry picks up his shaking form, Bendy burrows his face into his shirt, staining it in tears and ink.

~~0~~

The next day is even worse when the newspapers arrive. A picture of Bendy standing just outside the studio door, a soft and surprised look on his face, on the front page. He cries as Joey stares blankly at the page, eyes widening as he reads each word.

“Drew studios conducting experiments?” one reads.

“Famous star, Bendy, seen outside Drew Studios in freak photo!” another states.

And on and on such titles go, the wonder and mostly horror, at the favoured cartoon being alive.

It was a scandal to be sure.

The studio is silent that day, nobody works.

Henry holds Boris close, as Susie links hands with Alice. The silence a sharp and stabbing pain.

Bendy resigns himself from the chatter but Joey picks him up and holds him close.

“We’ll figure this out” he promises. Bendy cries and hopes that he does.

~~0~~

He’s not sure how many days have passed now.

The newspapers have grown less restive and in response to the heated media, the public takes a stand and protest outside of Drew studios.

It’s horrible and noisy and it’s all his fault.

Bendy doesn’t cry anymore. Just weak shudders and the occasional whimper.

Alice had yelled at him. Screaming. Throwing her hands about in wild gesticulation. Then she had stormed off and Bendy hadn’t seen her since. Susie assured him that she had calmed down but knew that wasn’t the case. Alice would never forgive him. She would hate him forever.

The thought was a punch to the gut.

Intern after intern had been laid off too, seeing as the mobs were getting rowdy and demanding entrance to the studio. Someone had been hurt, a long and nasty gash down their head. Bendy could still smell the blood.

Joey had even taken an interview stating that there were no living toons and such an idea was foolish. Clearly, the public hadn’t believed it.

It was all his fault.

It was all his fault

It was all his fault!

Hisfaulthisfaulthisfaulthi-

Well-toned arms had picked him as impossibly more tears slipped down his broken features, swaying him back and forth and murmuring soft words.

Henry.

Henry was here and standing at his side was Boris and Joey, both looking worried and aged beyond their years. Alice appeared from nowhere and placed a reassuring hand upon Bendy’s quivering self, a small smile telling she had forgiven him.

“Oh, Bendy…” Henry begins, softly, “no more tears, we’ll figure this out, ok?”

“b-but I… I hurt everyone…” Bendy hoarsely whispers, his eyebrows drawn tight and lip quivering.

“Ya certainly caused a mess, imp, but were used ta cleaning up yer messes” Sammy chips in, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I think ya mean I’m more used ta it, I’m the janitor ‘ere” Wally quips as he shrugs past Sammy. Sammy rolls his eyes in response.

“Oh would you two stop! The boy is clearly upset!” Lacie scolds from the end of the hall, her boots thudding as she makes her way to the growing group, Shawn trailing behind.

“We’re in this together” Alice murmurs as she rests her head on Henry’s shoulder.

“A family that works together, sticks together, is what I always say” Joey supplies, hands on his hips in a triumphant manner.

“Since when have you ever said that?” Susie drawls, earning a few snickers.

“W-well, just now!” Joey replies indignantly. Everyone giggles.

A family that sticks together, huh?

Yeah, Bendy had a whole family at his back that loved and cherished him.

Everything would work out in the end.

((OHH IT STARTED OUT REALLY CUTE BUT THEN GOT REALLY SCARY IN THE MIDDLE AND GOT CUTE AGAIN,,,, i love that... thats some Good Stuff. and they’re a family. they’re calling each other family. ohhhhhh my weakness, my biggest weakness-- thank you for the fic!! ; o ;))

[alivingfire]

I don't know if you've been asked this, but what are some of your favorite Larry fics? I've read all the classics and am in dire need of more good fics. Or if you could link me to some good fic recs it would be much appreciated!

i can definitely do that! non-classic faves, coming up: 

→ To The Ends of the EarthDuring a yearlong hiatus, Louis visits Harry at his cabin in Idaho, where long-buried feelings ignite like the fire keeping them warm.

→ let’s savour what we’re falling overwest wing au (loosely); in other words everyone works in the white house and louis likes getting coffee with the washington post reporter in his briefing room.

→ Coax the ColdEngland, 1897. English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.

→ Destined for More (ot5)Once their hands are sticky with molten marshmallow and the packet is empty, Louis is the first one to call it. "I get the middle," he shouts suddenly and flings himself onto the trampoline, hardly bouncing due to the pillows softening his fall.

Niall is next to him in the blink of an eye and soon they're all up there, trying to sort out their limbs and sleeping bags alike.

"Think it'll hold us," Liam asks, looking at it with apprehension.

Louis jumps to his knees and starts bouncing like that. "That depends on what you have us do, Lee-yum." He leers at Liam suggestively, waggling his eyebrows. "Wanna test the springs?"

Liam sighs. "Can someone muffle him?"

Or the one where Louis is a bit of a slut, Zayn doesn't like it in the bum, Niall mostly just likes playing the guitar, Liam is like 100% straight, Harry is a cheeky flirt, but also gets off to subbing during sex. There's some coming-to-terms-with-yourself ziam, some mild D/s larry, friendly-blowjobs narry, first-time-gay-sex lilo, some shared crossdressing-kink shenanigans zarry, some dp lilourry, lots of fluffy ot5, oh and at the end there's even kid!fic, too.

→ CommonHenry VIII ruined it for everybody. Now the king or queen can only marry a person chosen by the magic of the church, or disaster will befall Britain. Prince Louis, heir apparent to the British throne, dislikes most things about his inheritance--but most of all that it could keep him from finding the real love of his life.

→ domestic monsters (series)Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.

And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.

(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren't exactly what they seem...)

→ In This LightHarry is a wardrobe stylist who likes to live in the moment, and Louis is a popstar who looks dreamy in double breasted jackets. Harry never stood a chance.

→ but me, i’m not a gambleA Posh & Becks AU in which Harry is a star on the stage and Louis is a star on the pitch, but they're both inexplicably terrible at articulating their feelings. In the end, it only takes a season's worth of failed matchmaking schemes, platonic dinner dates, road trip holidays, and one very convenient David Beckham cameo for them to figure it all out. And if Niall knew all along? Well, he at least has the decency not to be too smug about it.

→ Alguien Te Quiere...Y Alguien Soy Yo (Someone Loves You, And That Someone Is Me)Niall learns, when he’s five years old, that people, even the ones that mean the most to you, walk away. (HELLO I HAVEN’T SCREAMED ABOUT THIS ONE IN LIKE A GOOD FEW MONTHS!!!)

→ Something in the World TodayIt shouldn’t be a surprise, the first time that Louis drops to his knees in front of Harry. It shouldn’t be, because it’s been something that Louis has needed for a long time. It shouldn’t be, because he’s been crawling out of his skin for weeks on end. It shouldn’t be, because Harry always makes him feel better. It shouldn’t be, because he’s needed this even when he didn’t know that he needed it.

Somehow, it still is.