#OTP: Long Lingering Looks and Handshakes

[pers-books]

And break us several times over before they got there.

Berena appreciation week: Day Three (Favourite Berena Dynamic) // Berena & hand holding

[jabitha-endgame]

I don’t get it

I don’t get it when people attempt to lump in Jabitha with Veggie or Barchie this season, to try to say there’s been zero development or that it came out of nowhere - that’s just not true. 

First of all, Barchie got development this season. Jabitha got development this season. Veggie did not get development this season. Interaction does not equal development. Romantic intention between characters is not hard to find. Veggie did not have romantic intention between their interactions this season. The romantic intention behind Jabitha scenes feel direct.

Veggie interacted for like 2 episodes and Barchie interacted for like 4 (as far as I recall). Jabitha didn’t just drop each other like Barchie and Veggie have this season. Jabitha have a clear story developing together. Veggie do not. Barchie do not.

Barchie tried the friends with benefits thing and then ended it. So while Barchie has been tabled this season, they had some amount of development (and then they got dropped for 12 episodes). It’s not great development, but their relationship has evolved from where they were in high school. They had scenes this season discussing their relationship to each other and what they wanted from each other. Their relationship is something different now. Barchie ended with Archie brushing away Betty’s tears, these characters don’t hate each other, and even if the show doesn’t show them interacting, contextually they are on good terms. Barchie could happen again and it wouldn’t appear out of thin air.

Barchie is its own beast, but what really doesn’t click for me is trying to insinuate that Jabitha is anything like Veggie.

Veggie don’t have a story together this season.

Veggie is the couple that has had zero development this season. They have not had one conversation about who they are or what they mean to each other. They have not had any longing looks or lingering touches. There has been no physical contact between them beyond a handshake. This is what a platonic business partnership looks like. This is not the same relationship that Jughead and Tabitha have.

Jabitha have a ton of physical moments between them. They’ve had a dance together (where Jughead jumped right in to twirl and dip Tabitha). They’ve kissed (both of them caught up in the moment). Tabitha has tucked Jughead in with a blanket when he passed out (after carrying him home). Jughead on the maple mushrooms twirled Tabitha again and was excited about bondage with her (he also called her his muse, held her face, and tried to kiss her again). Jughead reached out to comfort Tabitha when Squeaky was confirmed as the dead body. Tabitha put her hand on top of Jughead’s while telling him that he needs to take care of himself. All of these moments are intimate and physical. (And if Bughead had these moments, there would be no denying that these are romantic interactions and people would be screaming endgame)

There is a spark and attraction between Jabitha, there is nothing there for Veggie this season.

Jabitha have countless moments of emotional support as well. Veggie do not.

To say Jabitha makes no sense and has no development just isn’t accurate. You may not like it, but it’s there.

In Jughead and Tabitha’s first episode together, Jughead tells Tabitha “you don’t even know me” and in 5x16 we get Tabitha being the only person looking out for Jughead and when he asks her why she tells him it’s because she is his friend and she cares about him. And we saw this friendship form over the entire season.

When Jabitha happens, the groundwork has been laid. It’s just funny that Jughead and Betty can say hey to each other and that means otp endgame incoming, but Jughead and Tabitha kiss and it’s

anyway, all aboard the S.S. Jabitha

[likethetailofacomet]

Happier Times

Author’s note: I simply cannot stop thinking about Bastien, so enjoy this little companion chapter to Learning to Love Again. It’s also sort of a sneak peek at what’s coming in the follow up series to this train wreck, should I ever actually get us out of the mess I put us in. Anywho, just Bas reminiscing on his youth, inspired by @zaffrenotes OTP requests for : favorite non-sexual activity, who says “I love you” first, what do their family or friends think of the relationship, and what do they do when they are apart from one another. Thanks for being so interested in Bastien and Belle!! 

Pairings: Bastien x Annabelle, Jackson x Bianca, Drake x Claire 

tunes: D’Arline by The Civil Wars

i could get over you but please don’t ask me to just so you know you’ll always be the one

Settling into the driver's seat of the thickly armored car carrying Prince Liam and King Constantine, Bastien felt a slight wave of relief fall off of his shoulders as they pulled away from Applewood Manor. He found himself struggling these last few days, with focusing enough of his mind on his true duty of guarding the King and Liam, as his thoughts kept wandering to Drake and Claire. It was so important to him that Drake found happiness, and even more so that he'd be given a chance to keep it. He longed for happier times for the two of them- simpler times, where they could just be themselves, just Drake and Claire, no threats, no danger, no urgency. He longed for Drake to have what he almost had with Annabelle, what he'd wanted with her, what he'd planned with her, and to think of him being so close to that; to think of him and Claire finding one another and then being torn apart by their circumstances picked at his heart. There were old cracks that he'd tried to patch up, tried to cement over and seal; but thinking of Drake and Claire meeting the same fate that he and Annabelle had was like taking a jackhammer to those cracks and seams, and he found his mind wandering over the course of the drive back to the palace, to happier times with her...

Bastien had been afforded a rare week off as a reward for how his keen eye had caught something in the crowd at the Royal Regatta the previous weekend. His sharp attention to detail as he and Jackson did one last scan of the crowd before clearing the area as safe for the Royal Family, had likely saved the lives of the King and Queen and the two young princes; they'd apprehended three men in the crowd with weapons, Jackson sustaining a black eye from the scuffle, Bastien faring a bit worse with a broken shoulder. He'd be in a sling for weeks, but there were still things that could be done in the King's Guard- information to collect, press releases to go over- ways that he could be useful even without the use of both arms. Jackson admired his dedication, but insisted that he take a week, at least, to heal and spend time with Annabelle.

“That girl is special, Bas,” Jackson had said once after dinner at the Walker house. Bastien had brought Annabelle to meet his mentor and his family, Bianca, Drake and Savannah, now five and three, after about four months together. He was starting to feel strange about the fact that the two most important people in his life hadn't met yet. Jackson had been happy to hear that his young protege might be ready to settle down with someone, that he might be ready to start building what he and Bianca had built. Upon meeting Annabelle, it was clear that Jackson instantly liked her when she greeted him with a confident but casual handshake and warm eye contact. Bianca insisted that she sit next to her at dinner so that they could chat, and drew easy, comfortable laughter from the young woman with stories of the two men at the table. Savannah stood behind Annabelle's chair, mesmerized by her intricate braid, unable to stop herself from reaching out and touching it, leaving Annabelle promising to braid Savannah's hair, when it was long enough. The little girl absolutely beamed, running back to her mother babbling about wanting long princess hair so she could have long beautiful braids; even Drake, the sour little apple that he was at times, had a smile for Annabelle. She was Walker approved and Bastien felt an excited flutter throughout his body as he took in the sight of her fitting so seamlessly into the important parts of his life.

It was after that dinner, while he was driving her home, that he pulled off to the side of the road and turned to face her, heart hammering at the way the moonlight made her light blue eyes sparkle as they widened in surprise. “What are you doing, Bas?” she asked, her mulberry lips drawing into a quizzical , slightly open mouthed smile.

Bastien swallowed his nerves and reached across the console to grasp the back of her neck, pulling her quickly in for a kiss. The moment his lips found hers he felt even more strongly about what he was about to say. Her tongue slipped between his lips and his slid past hers, mingling together like magic. He breathlessly broke the kiss and she whimpered. “Bas?” her voice cracked with the unexpected way he'd stolen her breath.

“Annabelle,” he let his right hand slip to the side of her face, cupping her cheek. “I love you. I had to tell you. Right now. Because I know, right now.” He sucked in a little gulp of air and held it, waiting for her response. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around his wrist and leaned into his touch, bringing her other hand up to straighten a piece of hair near his forehead, her fingers brushing his skin setting little fires there.

“You do?” she asked, hope, joy and excitement swirling in her tone.

“I do.” He nodded, his steady eyes on hers.

She drew him in for another kiss, this one slow and lingering, burning like embers instead of an inferno, feeling like forever instead of for right now. “I love you, too, Bastien,” she whispered, their mouths still pressed together. “I love you.” He kissed her back, stoking the embers slowly, keeping the connection until they'd traded the air in their lungs and were growing dizzy for a lack of oxygen. It was break apart or drown in one another, and while Bastien thought that would be a good way to go, he'd just started his path towards forever with her, and he wasn't eager to die so quickly. They basked in the way love felt and the way it changed how their names sounded coming from one another's lips for a  while before he pulled back onto the road and drove her the rest of the way home, steeling glances at her, at the way the starlight made her porcelain skin glow, at the way her chest rose and fell with a large contented sigh, at the woman he loved, on the first night that he told her so.

On the few occasions that the two of them had time together in the daylight hours, they would often take walks out into the countryside, bringing a blanket to sprawl out on when they'd come to some quiet meadow or the seclusion of a willow tree's curtain of green. Annabelle would bring her sketchbook and lay on her stomach, her red curls tumbling past her shoulders, her left eye scrunched up just so at the corners in concentration, as she focused on a flower or a bird, a tree, a boulder...or sometimes the strong jawline and silver eyes of the man beside her...while she masterfully captured her subjects, somehow giving them more life on the page than they had in the physical world. Bastien loved nothing more than watching her work, watching the way her fingers slowly became covered in charcoal as she made wide arks and  short, quick marks on the paper, using her pinky to blur and soften for shadowing. She'd inevitably touch her face, leaving a dark smudge somewhere on her forehead or cheek- usually due to her swiping a stray tendril of hair from her eyes. He'd watch her, watch how the sunlight turned her hair copper, how her toes would curl in the cool grass, how she'd hum to herself absently as she sketched. He'd watch and wait until she was done, then he'd pull her to him, his lips brushing to hers as he'd wipe the charcoal away with his thumb before leaving light kisses across her face, his stubble tickling her cheeks and stirring bubbly laughter from deep in her soul.

This was the first time he'd had so much time off consecutively, and as much as he wished he could still be on the job, still learning as much as he could, he respected Jackson's insistence that he take time off. He couldn't deny that he was looking forward to so much time with Annabelle, either. He'd been away for three weeks while the Royal Family traveled abroad to Italy and France on diplomatic visits before returning to Cordonia just in time for the Regatta. He didn't like being apart from her, but he knew she hated it even more, and with good reason. He knew how she worried when he was away, how she feared he'd be injured or worse...and she'd not be near by to come to his side...He knew she spent many nights sleepless; in her bed alone in her apartment at the beginning of their relationship, or now, in their bed alone in their tiny house, but always alone. Always lying there staring at the clock, waiting for a phone call that might put her heart at ease long enough to get some sleep. He knew she'd stay up long into the night, sketching and painting and trying to keep her mind from coming up with reasons that he hadn't called yet. He knew she'd jump as soon as the phone would ring- knew because of the immediacy in her voice as she answered. His heart would ache a bit at the sadness in her tone even as they discussed happy topics, knowing that no matter what, she'd worry until he came home. He knew she thought of her brother- about how he went to work one day, with his badge and his gun, and he'd not come home, and he wished there was some way to change that for her, but he knew there wasn't. He knew they'd been lucky that he'd not been injured sooner, but when she found out that he broke his shoulder in a fight with three armed would be assassins, she shook and cried and felt her fear wash over her in waves at the thought of how close he came to being in so much more danger, how close he came to so much more harm. She needed this week as much as he did, more, even, and he knew that Jackson probably knew that from experience. They spent each day that week in a different spot, Annabelle sketching and Bastien waiting to wipe the charcoal from her nose or cheek or above her brow. On Thursday of that week, they'd gotten caught in the rain. She shrieked and gathered up her sketchbook, shoving it under her shirt to keep it dry as he covered her under his good arm, laughing and feeling the raindrops wash away some of the stress that had grown since his injury. They turned to one another and kissed slowly in the warm, late spring rain, faces wet and breaths hitching with laughter and desire. Take a week, Jackson had said, you'll feel better if you do. He'd been right again.

He hoped that soon Drake and Claire would get much more than a week like he and Belle had gotten.  

Before he knew it they were pulling into the long drive leading to the Palace garages, and Bastien neatly tucked his memories away, filing them in the back of his mind. He'd need to be sharp as he was scheduled to meet with the security teams that had swept the palace, Beaumont Estate and Drake's cabin, and Annabelle had no place in that meeting. Even now, even so many years later, she was still such a weakness to him. The love she'd planted in his heart was still there, still flowering and growing despite her absence, it's thorns pricking him from time to time. She'd always be there, there had never been another and there never would be. He sighed as he straightened his tie and buttoned his jacket, all business, as he escorted Liam and Constantine to their personal quarters and strode to the meeting room to wait for Micah and the rest of the team. If he couldn’t have his own happiness, protecting the happiness of those he cared about was the next best thing. 

you always said you want me to be happy but happiness was having you here with me you’ll always be the one that’s standing in my way and that’s okay...

tagging: @ooo-barff-ooo @zaffrenotes @sleepwalkingelite @endlessly-searching-for-you @mind-reader1 @agent-bossypants @andy-loves-corgis @drakewalkerrosenberg @nekkidmolerat @indiacater @gardeningourmet @jovialyouthmusic @akrenich @notoriouscs @endlesstaylormckenzie @the-whiskeywife @roonarific @brightpinkpeppercorn @cordoniantrash

[peter-parkouuuur]

Chapter 1: Only Angel (Girl Crush - Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Accidentally deleted Chapter 1 so here it is! Thank you for the notes Xx

If you happen to stumble upon this fanfic, kindly read the prologue first, just so you’ll get the gist of it all. 

ILY!

PROLOGUE

Marty opens the car door for Y/n the moment they stop in front of Founding Farmers, the usual brunch place Y’n and her friends. Not wanting to show everyone how hungover she is, covers her eyes with sunglasses before stepping into the building.

“There’s our little miss Drunky-drunk-drunk.” Mia greets Y/n as soon she arrives at their table.

“Ha ha. If you must know, I sobered up the moment I arrived home.” She clarifies sitting next to Andy.

“I mean if my parents were lawyers and one of them happened to be the President of the United States, I’d rather stay sober for life just so they wouldn’t be able to see right through me,” Andy states.

“Welcome to my life.” Y/n sighs.

“So how was your morning?” Andy starts.

“It was fine… My dad talked my mom out of screaming at me. Plus, he had guests over, so there’s that.” Y/n just shrugs her shoulders before eating a piece of the remaining scrambled egg on her plate.

“Well, that’s good. Did you tell them that we were watching a concert tonight?” Mia asks.

“What? We’re going to watch Harry again?” Y/n questions.

“Uhhh yeah?! He gave us tickets plus backstages passes last night… Don’t you remember? Heck, you were even flirting with him a little bit right before you puked.” Mia smiles pitifully at her.

“I don’t remember half of last night. Oh my god did I puke in front of him?” Y/n panics.

“Well he told us you felt like you had to vomit, so he kind of helped you with that one.” Mia replies.

“Funny, I can’t even remember it happening.” Y/n scrunches her eyebrows.

“That’s because the guy couldn’t keep his hands off you. He was like a magnet. You are the luckiest girl in the world, you know that?” Mia sighs.

“Please! He’ll forget about me the moment he leaves DC. Plus, he’s not my type.” Y/n rolls her eyes.

“Okaaaay.” Andy mimics.

Y/n tries to recall the events of last night, not remembering the exact details.

Last night….

The three girls all look at Harry in shock, not actually sure if they’re seeing the same person.

“Are you going to pay for that?” Y/n asks him.

Andy pinches Y/n by the arm, Y/n yelping in the process.

“Sorry about her. Hi um…. We just watched your show a couple of hours ago actually…. You were really good.” Andy apologies for her friend’s frankness.

“It’s alright… and thank you! It was a small show, I actually prefer smaller shows, to be honest, it’s more intimate.” Harry looks at Y/n with a slight smirk on his face.

“Your cover of Little Big Town’s song was so good by the way.” Mia compliments, almost as if completely forgetting her breakdown a while ago.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your names. You are?” Harry reaches his hand out to Mia.

“I’m Mia.” She giggles as soon as they shake hands.

“Hi, I’m Andy.” Andy acting all casual over their handshake.

Y/n could literally roll her eyes right in front of them right now and it wouldn’t make a difference, these girls were obsessed with Harry Styles and the rest of One Direction.

“And you are?” Harry reaches his hand out to Y/n who just looks at him with no expression on her face whatsoever.

“I’m Y/n.” She takes her hand in his as their handshake lingered longer than that with her friends’.

“Are you here with someone?” Andy interrupts their short lingering moment. Y/n taking her hand away from his.

“I am. My band and my mates are on the other side of the room.” Harry replies.

“If you guys were on the other side of this place, how’d you end up here?” Y/n asks.

“Well, a little birdie told me that the President’s daughter was here,” Harry smirks at her.

“Looks like you already know who I am, I don’t see why you needed me to introduce myself to you.” Y/n retorts.

“I know, but I figured I had to find a way to get you to hold my hand.” Harry takes the bottle from the table and pours vodka on the empty shot glasses.

Andy and Mia give each other the knowing look. Looks like everyone is immune to the American Sweetheart label that comes along with Y/n and her family.

“That was pretty straightforward of you… Do you do this with every girl you see?” Y/n questions.

“Hardly. It’s not every day that you bump into a daughter of a world leader. Plus…” Harry moves closer to Y/n’s ear.

“I think your friends have a thing for me.” He whispers.

Y/n looks at her friends whose eyes are as wide as saucers. She just giggles at the sight of them and looks directly at Harry whose face is centimeters away from hers.

“They do.” She affirms his statement.

“And what about you?” He smiles at her.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Y/n replies.

A grin forms on Harry’s face.

“Well, it’s going to be a long night for us then.” Harry hands shots to both Andy and Mia as the two happily oblige.

Harry offers her a glass with a hopeful smile on his face, showing off his irresistible dimples.

“I won’t take no for an answer.” Harry takes Y/n hand and puts the tiny shot glass in her hand.

“Cheers!” Harry exclaims, clinking bottles with Andy and Mia.

Y/n doesn’t even give him enough time to clink with her and takes the shot in less than a second.

“But seriously, are you going to pay for the drink we bought?” Y/n asks.

“How about I give you guys something better.” Harry reaches for the tickets inside his coat pocket.

“No way!” Mia squeals.

Andy happily takes the two tickets for her and Mia.

“Do you just carry tickets around and give it to random fans or something?” Y/n laughs.

“Only this one time.” Harry winks at her.

“I’ll take that as a yes from them.” Harry laughs, Harry, offering her the last ticket from his hand.

Y/n reluctantly takes the ticket from him.

“Thank you.” Y/n smiles at him.

“These have backstage passes written on them! We’re going to meet you again tomorrow?!” Mia gasps.

“Well yeah…. It’s the only way I could see your friend again.” Harry puts an arm around Y/n’s shoulder.

“Y/n, I know you said we were going to watch a movie at your house tomorrow, but this sounds way better. We have to go.” Andy squeals.

“Wow, you really are making your way into our friendship group, you know that?” Y/n giggles, looking at her friends’ excitement for tomorrow’s concert.

“If it means I get to talk to you more often, yes. I am going to carve myself a spot.” Harry retorts.

Y/n just shakes her head and removes Harry’s arm around her.

“I’m gonna need a few more drinks.” She pours vodka on the shot glasses.

“That’s the spirit!” Harry cheers.

The whole night was going extremely well for the three girls and Harry who invited his band and friends to join them as they form one big table and drink their hearts out. Y/n finishes her 15th round of shot, her eyes blurring by the second as if she could pass out.

“You okay there?” Harry catches Y/n by the arm.

“I’m fine.” Y/n tries to push him away.

“Sit down, I’ll get you some water.” Harry leads her to the nearest chair.

“I don’t need water. I just need 1 more drink.” She groans.

“I think you’ve had enough.” Harry laughs.

“I don’t think I have.” She bops her finger on the tip of Harry’s nose.

Y/n tries to sit up but accidentally loses balance, grabbing onto Harry’s shoulders.

“Falling for me already?” Harry smirks at her.

“Whoaaa….” Everyone in their table stops talking and looks at the two obviously hearing Harry’s flirty little comment.

Alex and Mitch begin to slow clap with Clare and Sarah following suit. Andy and Mia just laugh at their banter.

“That was a good one, Styles.” Mitch pats Harry by the shoulder.

They all go back to normal but Y/n was still feeling a bit uneasy

“You wish.” Y/n let goes off him and stands right back up again.

“I’m just saying, I’m always here to catch you, you know?” Harry flirtatiously states.

“I’m not really one to fall for every musician who flirts with me.” Y/n retorts.

“Are you saying there are other guys?” Harry jokingly gasps.

“Hah. I wish.” Y/n scoffs, only to realize how pathetic she sounded.

Harry just smiles down at her awkwardness. He hands her the glass of water which she obliges to drink.

“God, that sounded pathetic didn’t it?” She grumbles.

“I think it was cute.” Harry ruffles her hair.

“Hey now, I’m not a puppy, don’t go touching my hair like that.” She complains.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He giggles, putting an arm around her shoulder.

Y/n feels herself getting dizzier by the second. She leans her head against Harry’s chest.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” She warns Harry.

Harry signals Andy and Mia.

“I’m gonna bring her to the girls’ toilet. She’s feeling a bit lightheaded.” Harry tells them as the two just nod their heads and go back to their conversation with Clare and Sarah, Harry’s keyboardist and drummer.

“Come on.” Harry holds Y/n by the shoulders, leading her to the comfort room.

“Can we get McDonald’s fries after this?” Y/n asks Harry.

“Of course we can.” Harry just chuckles before opening the door of the girls’ comfort room.

Present time…..

“I totally forgot about the whole flirting thing. God, I sounded ridiculous.” Y/n grumbles.

“Oh please. If I were you, I would’ve been all over him. The way he did those advances at you, it’s like it was his first time to meet an American girl… and he dated the whitest girl on earth, Kendall Jenner.” Andy retorts.

Y/n makes a disgusted face.

Of course, Harry only dated models. He looked like a model, himself. She didn’t feel like there was anything special with her apart from the title she’s been carrying for three years.

“If it’s any consolation, I think they broke up.” Andy winks at Y/n.

“You have got to stop turning us into your OTP or something, I’m not into him.” Y/n replies.

“Lies. He’s exactly your type!” Mia protests.

“And how would you know what my type is?” Y/n asks.

“Uh… Don’t you remember your first boyfriend, Wesley? Curly hair, brown eyes, had a dimple on the left side of his cheek? Captain of the school soccer team?” Andy states.

“Wesley and I dated for like what? A year? You only named 1.” Y/n clarifies.

“Christopher from Model UN doesn’t ring a bell? Also had brunette curly hair, blue eyes, and a jaw that could cut diamonds…. Shall we go on?” Mia smirks at her.

“Well this one is different, he’s not my type.” Y/n shrugs her shoulders before taking a bite of the remaining bacon on her plate.

“Right…” Andy sighs, looking at Mia knowingly.

“I mean….. He didn’t do anything right? Or at least, we didn’t do anything stupid?” Y/n inquires.

“Not that I can remember… Andy and I were talking to Clare and Sarah the whole night. You and Harry had your own world the moment he invited his friends to join our table.” Mia replies.

“We’ll see what he has to say later.” Andy winks at Y/n.

10 minutes before the concert…

“This is so exciting! This is the first time I got a meet and greet pass.” Mia squeals.

The three friends are joined by 4 members Secret Service as requested by Y/n parents. Everyone was looking at them, probably recognizing Y/n and her guards. There were girls screaming Y/n name, causing other people to look and gasp.

“Ms. Y/n, we were told by the organizers to let you pass through the back entrance,” Marty informs them.

Y/n and her friends didn’t argue and followed suit.

“Marty, who contacted you?” Y/n asks her bodyguard.

“Mr. Styles’ manager… I was given strict orders to coordinate with their people for your safety, as per request of your parents and Mr. Styles himself.” Marty answers.

“God, I should really drag you to more gigs just so I could avoid the long lines.” Andy jokes.

“Same here! Can you at least visit me in Chicago for the weekend, like when school starts?” Mia asks Y/n.

“If I could, I’d visit the both of you every weekend, California on Saturday and Chicago on Sunday…. But we all know I don’t make the rules.” Y/n shrugs her shoulders.

The guards point to the door and tell the three girls to go inside.

“Are we gonna be standing with the rest of the crowd or do we get to sit further?” Y/n asks Harry’s guard.

“For your safety, you’ll have a separate area beside the stage. The crowd can get a bit wild in the middle of the concert, throwing water and bras at Harry.” He replies.

“How lovely.” Y/n retorts.

“Well, I for one want to throw water at him.” Andy laughs.

They pass through the backstage where Harry’s band is preparing.

“Hey, Sarah!” Mia greets the drummer.

“Oh hey, guys! Good to see you again. Y/n, good to see you walking with your two legs.” Sarah giggles, giving the three of you a hug.

“Yeah….. Wasn’t my finest moment.” Y/n sighs.

“Who knew America’s Sweetheart couldn’t take her vodka shots?” Sarah retorts.

“In my defense, we had a pre-game before the gig and I drank like 15 shots.” Y/n raises her arms in defeat.

“Or maybe, you just wanted Mr. Styles to catch you when you fall.” Sarah jokes.

“Definitely.” Mia and Andy agree.

“Please stop.” Y/n grumbles.

“We need to go out now, Ms. Y/n. The show’s about to start.” Marty reminds them.

“Oh yeah! See you out there, Sarah! Break a leg!” The three of them hug the drummer before heading to the side of the stage.

Marty leads the girls out, some of the fans see Y/n and her friends and begins shouting her name. She waves at them shyly, not wanting to draw attention to herself in someone else’s event.

The arena went pitch black and soon enough Harry begins to sing Only Angel.

Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see

That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me!

Harry begins to walk around the stage, sashaying his hips while singing the song.

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

He then walks to the left side of the stage and waves at the fans (in a cool way). He makes his way to the right side and notices the three girls. He smirks while singing along, casually hinting a bit of flirtatious smile at Y/n.

I must admit I thought I'd like to make you mine

As I went about my business through the warning signs

He points at Y/n the moment he sang the second verse, getting loud screams from the fans who noticed the subtle move done by Harry. He adjusts the collar of his Gucci button downs and points at the love bite present on his neck, while still casually singing the song, then walks away with a cheeky grin written on his face.

“Did you give him that hickey?!” Mia exasperates.

Y/n pauses for a second, trying piece her memories from last night, before gasping loudly.

“I think I did?” Y/n mutters, completely speechless.

CHAPTER 2, CHAPTER 3

[pers-books]

The way Serena’s face falls at Bernie’s smile in the bottom one. It’s like she’s just been punched in the gut when they were so busy flirting 30 seconds ago.

“Serena Campbell, have we met,,,?”

[lightofthetrees]

BroTP Maedhros and Maglor, also Maedhros and Fingon if you don't mind?

{ (br)otp meme }This is really stupidly long so I’m going to put it under a “keep reading”. 

{{ Maedhros & Maglor }}Who is more affectionate?Maedhros was definitely more physically affectionate in their younger days. He loved to carry Maglor around when they were both small, and they were one another’s constant companions in play. In Beleriand, there is not as much physical affection between them. They very rarely embrace. After Maedhros’ rescue, Maglor remains hesitant to touch him for a very long time.

Who gets the head pats more often?Maglor. When they were young, Maedhros always delighted in playfully reminding him that he was only the second oldest. Who gives the hugs & who gets the hugs?A lot of these physical contact ones have similar answers lol. Basically, if there’s any hugging after Angband, Maedhros initiates. That probably explains why there isn’t a lot of hugging. But back in Valinor, Maedhros would frequently hug his brothers. He would also tickle them or scoop up the little ones and swing them around in the air and such.Who gives the nicknames & who wishes they would stop with nicknames?Maglor is definitely the giver of nicknames here. I imagine that he’s not only a good musician, but also a good poet. Given that he likes to play with words, he would definitely make up silly names for his bros.Who’s more likely to say “yes dear” to the other?Maedhros. He is familiar with the art of smiling and looking interested when other people are rambling on (Maglor tends to get a little carried away when talking about music theory, for example).Who’s the “I told you so” friend?Definitely Maedhros. Who’s the friend who’s name ends with “no”?I’m not entirely sure what this means…so I’m going to guess it has something to do with one person having to constantly tell the other “no.” Hm, I think the two of them probably keep each other in line pretty equally.Who’s the friend that always has the best advice?Again, I think Maedhros and Maglor are pretty equal here. Maglor is one of the only people Maedhros will ask honestly and openly for advice. He can fully express most of his doubts and insecurities to Maglor. Being the older of the two, Maedhros is often sought out for advice by Maglor as well. Who’s always invading the other’s personal space?Maglor, when they were growing up. This wasn’t too unusual in Feanor’s household, though. With seven brothers, nobody really had much personal space, and it was pretty common for a number of the brothers at once to clamor for Maedhros’ attention.Who tends to apologize first after an argument? Maglor. This is partially because he’s always looked up to Maedhros and sought his approval, but he always did feel a shadow of guilt for not attempting to rescue Mae from Angband, so…yeah.Who buys the better presents?Maedhros. He gives very thoughtful gifts, and it takes him a long time to decide what he’s going to give someone, but it’s usually worth the effort.Who forgets birthdays more often?Maglor. Maedhros never forgets the birthdays of any of his brothers, mostly because he remembers when each of them was born.Nights in or adventures out?BOTH. Maedhros and Maglor can enjoy either together. Is there a secret handshake?Probably, yes. You have one word to describe their relationship, what is it?Trust.—

{{ Maedhros & Maglor }}Who is more affectionate?Fingon, both physically and verbally. He definitely expresses his friendship (or love, if this is a romantic ship) more in words than Maedhros does, and Fingon is definitely the snuggly one.Who gets the head pats more often?Fingon. Probably because he’s shorter.Who gives the hugs & who gets the hugs?Both.Who gives the nicknames & who wishes they would stop with nicknames?Fingon gives the nicknames, for sure. He likes coming up with terms of endearment for Maedhros, especially after he stops wanting to be called Maitimo. Fingon tries to come up with nicknames that don’t have to do with aspects of his physical appearance. Maedhros pretends to be annoyed or embarrassed when Fingon makes up a new nickname for him, but he’s secretly pleased.Who’s more likely to say “yes dear” to the other?Maedhros, again. Sometimes he just kind of gets into one of those grumbly moods, where he doesn’t really want to engage in full conversation.Who’s the “I told you so” friend?I’m honestly not sure. I think either of them would probably say it to the other, but only jokingly.Who’s the friend who’s name ends with “no”?Findekano! xD I kid, I kid. But only a little. I definitely see Fingon as being more of a risk-taker than Mae.Who’s the friend that always has the best advice?Fingon seeks out Maedhros’ advice frequently. Though he is a fine leader and diplomat in his own right, Maedhros has always been his role model in these things. Though Fingon understands why Maedhros gave up the crown, he still thinks that his cousin would have made an excellent king. Who’s always invading the other’s personal space?Fingon - at least, this was the case before Angband etc. He always wanted to visit Maedhros, not the other way around. Maedhros’ house was loud and boisterous where his own was quiet. Who tends to apologize first after an argument? Maedhros. There is definitely some lingering Helcaraxe guilt there. But also, he always wants to resolve arguments between them as soon as possible. Staying angry at one another helps neither of them, in his opinion. Who buys the better presents?Maedhros, for the same reason listed above. Who forgets birthdays more often?I feel like both of them are good with details like this, so I’m going to say neither.Nights in or adventures out?Nights in. Especially in Beleriand, Fingon and Maedhros find comfort in each other that they cannot find anywhere else or from anyone else. They like nothing more than to spend an evening curled up by the fire, reading or simply talking. Both of them are incredibly busy leading their people, so they like to take some quiet time with one another.Is there a secret handshake?Yes.You have one word to describe their relationship, what is it?Steadfast.

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Adopts David Attenborough’s hushed tones: And here we see the Complete Disregard for Personal Space, the Bernie Wolfe Smug Smirk and Strut, the Lesbian Lean (™), the Famous Quizzical Head Tilt, the Long Lingering Look and Handshake, and finally the Any Excuse to Touch You gesture.

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#OTP: Long Lingering Looks and Handshakes

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OTP: You People Are Ridiculous 

Day Five: Favorite Quotes

Just a few of my favorite Berena quotes (hopefully we will have more to choose from in the future!)

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Ah... I love the hand holding.

Although you did miss one which I particularly love - the way Bernie’s hand just nudges against Serena’s arm, allowing her - as ever - to make the decision to hold her hand:

Oh and this one, too. I love the way they’re holding hands on Bernie’s knee. That’s the cutest shit!

Hand holding.

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Oh these two...

@berenacountdown - Day 5: Support | And they were partners… 

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Long lingering looks and a longer, more lingering handshake...

“Serena Campbell, have we met,,,?”

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That was just an excuse for Serena to hold Bernie’s hand - not that I can blame her ONE BIT - and gaze at her like a lovestruck fool - which Bernie gazes back the exact same way...

#OTP: Long Lingering Looks and Handshakes