#lot: la

[sthabit]

Love On Tour, Los Angeles Night XV 01.29

[gucciwins]

spare 🤲 bel and harry la residency

Los Angeles, Night Two 

“I can’t be there tonight,” she winced as she saw his face fall.

“Why not? You’re free in the calendar.” 

Bel frowns, “Emerson forgot to update.” 

Harry stares at her, trying to see if she’s lying, but she’s an actress. There’s no way to tell. “You said all fifteen.” 

“Kind of insane if you think about it,” she giggles as he gasps dramatically. Bel swears he’s going for the Oscar one day. 

“Mitch will be there.”

“Not fair, H. He has to.” Harry grumbles and faces defeat. “But I’m here now.” She reminds him with a smile.

They’re in his dressing room that Harry has made home with all his clothes thrown around and misplayed shoes on the floor. Bel’s well-loved ‘Shakespeare and Company,” that he stole from her, sits on his vanity with his most valuable items inside. 

“You are.” Harry opens his arms for her to sit on his lap, and she doesn’t think twice before accepting. He sighs against her. “Don’t leave me,” he whispers. 

“You big baby, I’ll be in your bed tonight,” she reminds him. 

Harry sighs, kissing Bel’s cheek, “fine, fine. Guess I can part with you for an afternoon.” 

“Good, now kiss me, mi vida.” 

“Lo que tú quieras,” Harry promises. 

//

“Tonight, I promise we’re—” he stops mid-sentence when he spots a familiar face in the VIP section, the family section, to be precise. Next to Jeff is Y/N Belmonte, his lovely girlfriend who had convinced him would not be there tonight.

Jeff nudges her as if she didn’t already notice she was the reason he stopped mid-speech. The cameras zoomed in on her now. Jeff had told them beforehand, so they had the perfect shot of her. The screams are endless as the fans realize she’s in the audience tonight, not knowing she was there last night. Bel waved to Harry, then laughed when he moved to look up at the screen to check it was her. She wore a pale yellow mini-skirt with a matching top. It had a subtle floral pattern embossed throughout, and Bel knew it was one of his favorite outfits of hers as he gave it to her as a gift. There was no misidentifying her. Jeff had asked her if she wanted to play a small prank on Harry, and when Jeff explained it, there was no way she could say no. 

Through the year they have been together, Harry and Bel are more open in sharing their relationship. From the beginning, when she was content keeping him a secret, to now always taking the time to support him at his endless residency shows and the future Love on Tour dates that were set to happen. 

“Sorry, my girlfriend is in the crowd tonight.” 

The screams were deafening as Harry confirmed his special guest of the night, that left him distracted. 

“I know we’re just starting, but you having a good time?” 

She sends him a thumbs up.

“Good, good.” He grins her way. “You like my singing?” 

Bel laughs and nods, beginning to blow him kisses. He pretends to catch a few and places his hand over his heart. Bel feels her face warm at the gesture. 

“You coming home with me tonight?” He asks cheekily. 

Jeff coughs, taking a sip of his drink when Harry asks his suggestive question. 

“Always,” she yells back, not caring how flustered she feels because it was the truth at the end of the day. She would be going home with him as soon as the show finished.

“Good, good. Tonight’s dedicated to you, Bel.” Harry blows Bel a kiss before addressing the audience once more. “I’m a little nervous, my favorite actress in the audience. How lucky am I?” He pretends to geek out with the audience, but Bel knows there’s a bit of honesty in his statement. “Give it up for Y/N Belmonte, everyone.” 

“Did you get that?” Bel asks Tom.

“Yup, even the bit where Jeff chokes.” Bel laughs, watching as Jeff threatens to beat him playfully. She turns her attention back to Harry, who thanks the crowd for attending tonight and hopes they have a fantastic night as he is going to have. 

Yeah, she wouldn’t miss this for the world.

[mxwhore]

so right now a whole ass chunk of chile is burning down and it is really Fucking Bad. it hit and spreaded so fast im like. 90%!!!!! of the jardín botánico de viña del mar burned down in one night. four in ground workers died. i am absolutely heartbroken for them and the treasure in biodiversity gone. and thats just 4 out of +100? lives lost in this chaos, that is still ongoing.

because of this, i will be splitting my patreon income evenly between care for gaza and techo chile, for the foreseable future. donate if can you can! it would really make a difference

[sillysiluriforme]

do you know that one post thats like "spider-man refuses to smoke weed because he's convinced himself that the second he gets high the sinister 666 will descend upon his home and kill him and his family"? i feel like marinette's kinda like that about hawkmoth a little bit

[temeyes]

to this day, they still don't believe him

[hinamie]

itafushi nation how r we Feeling!!!!!!!!!!!

[ruporas]

captain's warm hugs! (id in alt)

[zephyrine-gale]

cover for Harbinger Trio zine! you can check it out of their twitter @HabingerTrio !

[swagveryswagamazinf]

memories w the family:]]

[mapis-putellas]

Flu shots

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x reader

Words: 2100

Warnings: needles

Summary: Alexia Putellas; two time Ballon D’Or winner and le reina of football was not scared of anything. Not the dark. Bugs. Clowns. Heights. Not even spiders. Or well, that’s what you thought. It was only when the barça squad have to get their flu shots do you realise there is something she’s scared of after all.

Notes: I might have to start writing every other day because this took like four hours bro.

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Alexia Putellas; two time Ballon D'Or winner and le reina of football was not scared of anything. Not the dark. Bugs. Clowns. Heights. Not even spiders. Or well, that's what you thought considering she'd told you no different. It was only on a random Thursday during the month of October when the team were told they all had to get their flu shots the next day do you realise that maybe that wasn't the case after all.

Though her face remains as stoic as ever upon being told, you see the way her jaw tenses; the way her hands tighten around the edge of her seat. Your immediate response was to reach for her. To pull her into a hug or take her hand, but neither you or Alexia were fond of any sort of PDA outside your home so you were forced to simply watch her try and pretend nothing was wrong.

When you had gotten into the car, a part of you had admittedly wanted to question her. To ask if it was needles that she was afraid of or something else entirely. Not in a way that would make her uncomfortable, but to simply understand just what was going on through her head so you could do your best to reassure her.

You choose to remain silent however, because Alexia was notorious for denying any and all negative feelings she had and the last thing you wanted was for her to lie to you.

Instead, you simply reach over the console and take her hand in your own, feeling the way she squeezes tightly before settling on trailing the pad of her thumb over the back of your hand. The drive home was silent, and not much was spoken from beyond that point either. You did, however, make sure you were the big spoon that night, holding her as tightly as you could.

Alexia was definitely much stronger than you, but there was only a few inches between your heights allowing you to hold her throughout the entirety of the night without getting uncomfortable. Surprisingly, she was still in your arms when you wake up the next morning, although now she was facing you and curled up against your chest.

Her face was half buried against your chest, her leg thrown over your hip as her hands cling to the material of your shirt. Her breathing was soft, her quiet exhales seeping through the material of your shirt and hitting your bare skin. 

Waking up before her was not a common occurrence despite very much wanting it to be, so you make an effort to be as gentle as you can as you reach your free hand out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Alexia does no more than scrunch up her nose, and you can't help but quirk your lips up into a tender smile as you place a delicate kiss to her forehead.

This, unfortunately, does cause her to start waking up, and you wince a little in regret as you watch her eyes slowly flicker open. She lets out a quiet groan at the brightness of the room, tightening her arms around your waist and completely burying her face into your chest.

You feel the way her hands creep up the back of your shirt, resting against the bare skin at the small of your back for a small second before she dips her fingertips just beneath the waistband of your pyjama shorts.

An instinctive shiver flows through you at the action as you reach your own hand up to cup the back of her head. "Good morning, baby." You greet, determined to be extra gentle with her today.

At the sound of your voice, Alexia tilts her head back, heavy lids blinking tiredly as she puckers her lips. You kiss them gently. Not once, or twice, but three times before Alexia hums in content and nuzzles her face back into your chest. You tighten your grasp around her, grazing gentle circles across the length of her back as she dozes in and out of sleep.

Eventually, however, it soon becomes time to get up and face the day. Despite the fact you usually shower together to save both time and water, Alexia requests to shower by herself today which of course you encourage her to do without question.

Whilst it wasn't rare for Alexia to shower by herself, it wasn't exactly a common occurrence either. The shower was her thinking space. The place she could let her defences down without fearing anyone would see or judge. Allowing you in there with her was exposing in both senses of the word, because not only do you see her, but you also see her. She often reverts back into old habits when she’s stressed or anxious, and getting a flu shot when you’re terrified of needles would definitely make her feel both of those emotions.

To save time, you head through to the guest bathroom to have quick body shower, forgoing washing your hair until tonight when you and Alexia would inevitably shower together. When you make it back to your shared bedroom dressed a simple jeans and T-shirt, you see Alexia sat on the edge of your bed with her head in her hands. She too was dressed, clad in a pair of black shorts along with a grey zip up hoodie.

Immediately, you were concerned, feeling that familiar tug in your chest that always seems to appear whenever you see Alexia upset. You make your way over to her, gently nudging her elbows off of her knees before easing yourself onto her lap. She avoids eye contact by immediately hiding her face in your neck, her arms looping tightly around your waist as your own settle around her shoulders.

"I think I know why you're upset," you murmur after a few moments of silence, cupping the back of her head and grazing the pad of your thumb against her scalp. Alexia immediately goes ridged beneath you, but due to your position on top of her, she was forced to remain still and not bolt. "It's okay, ale. I promise. I'll be with you the entire time."

Alexia says nothing, and you highly suspect your words had gone through one ear and out the other.

"I'll hold you through it, if that would make you feel better?" You offer a few moments later.

Alexia peeks up at you, cheeks shiny with the residue of her tears. "Qué?"

You cup her face and gently wipe them away before pressing your lips against her forehead. "On my lap, like this. No one would ever know. It'll just be between us." You offer.

Alexia looks visibly embarrassed at even the suggestion of allowing someone she doesn't know to see her in such a vulnerable state, but at this point, you don't really see any other choice. If you left to her own devices, you were pretty sure she wouldn't even leave the house.

"Amor..." she trails off unsurely, and you're quick to try and sooth her by gently resting your forehead against her own. Your hands rise to once again cup her cheeks, delicately trailing your thumbs over the warm skin.

"I know," you murmur in understanding. "It's just a suggestion, ale. I promise you the nurse is not going to care. They're there to do a job, not to ask questions." 

Alexia sniffles as another tear streams down her cheek, "I just wish...no estaba tan asustada." She whispers, and you're immediately forced to swallow the tightness in your own throat as you cup the back of her head and coax her back to your chest.

"I know, baby. I know. But it's okay to be scared. Even of something that feels as silly as this. You know I won't ever judge you. Neither will anyone else."

Deep down, Alexia knows you're right, but she just can't fathom the thought of a needle being in the same room as her let alone one being injected into her body. She finds herself shuddering at thought, skin rising with goosebumps that were thankfully hidden beneath the material of her hoodie.

"I know it doesn't seem like it now, but I promise you'll be okay my love. I've got you."

"Always?"

Always."

*

"Baby, you're gonna wear a hole in the floor." You warn lightly as you watch Alexia pace back and forth, your elbows on your knees and your chin resting in the palm of your hand.

You'd been at the doctors office for not even ten minutes, seated in a private room for which you were thankful. Despite encouraging her to sit multiple times, Alexia had done everything but. In fact, you were pretty sure she was becoming dangerously close to running.

To prevent her from doing so, on her next lap of the room, you reach out and grasp a handful of her shirt before tugging backwards onto your lap. She yelps in surprise as she lands, your arms looping tightly around her waist and holding her back flush to your front. Her feet hang a few inches from the floor, and you allow her to gently kick the heels of her feet against your shins to get all that anxious energy out.

"Relax, darling. Let's take some breaths, yeah?" You murmur into her ear.

Alexia clutches the hands on her stomach as she complies, taking a big breath in through her mouth and exhaling out of her nose.

"Again." You encourage, and Alexia complies, her eyes darting nervously around the room.

"Once more," she does, her head coming to rest against your shoulder. You press your lips against her cheek as you tighten your grasp around her. "Good girl. Now relax, okay? I've got you." You whisper, and Alexia takes one last deep breath before she stills in your arms.

Well, that was until the door opens. At the sound of it, Alexia immediately tries darting out of your arms. Due to your tight grip, she was not successful and the panicked whimper that escapes her lips does not go amiss.

"Hey, hey, ale, it's okay." you attempt to sooth as the nurse greets the both of you, pushing a metal trolley that held two flu shots. You wince at the sight, but Alexia only becomes more panicked.

"No, no por favor. No quiero." Her voice cracks, hands desperately prying at your own still clasped against her stomach.

"I know, I know. It's okay." Thankful over the fact you'd gotten her to take her hoodie off whilst you were in the car, you make eye contact with the nurse before silently gesturing to one of Alexia's arms. You receive a subtle nod in response, allowing you to bring your attention back to your upset girlfriend.

As her desperation grows, you're forced to pin her arms to her chest before wrapping your own around them. She wasn’t fighting you much now, but she was clearly still very upset.

"Alexia? Alexia, hey, look at me. Look at me." You bounce her on your lap slightly to get her attention, the blonde letting out a soft sob as she throws her head back against your shoulder.

"There we go, good girl. Take a deep breath for me, my love. As deep as you can."

Alexia shakes her head, eyes stubbornly screwed shut.

"Deep breaths, baby," you kiss her wet cheek. "Remember? I've got you. I've got you." You nod to give the nurse the go ahead, her gloved hand reaching over to clean the area on Alexia's arm with an alcohol wipe.

Alexia violently startles, but before she could yank herself away, the nurse squeezes her arm and quickly  gives her the shot. It happens in less than two seconds, not giving Alexia chance to work herself up further.

"All done, baby. It's over." You release her arms, shifting her on your lap slightly so she was sat sideways before pulling her into a tight hug. She lets out a deep, body shuddering sigh of relief as she hooks her arms around your shoulders and burrows her face into your neck, the tears of relief now falling down her face hitting your skin.

The feeling of the cold wipe against your bicep suddenly reminds you that you're here for a shot too, and you make an effort of relaxing your arm slightly so it wouldn't be as painful.

"I'm so proud of you." You whisper into her ear, and Alexia presses a gentle kiss to your neck in response.

**

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Welcome to the party :)

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BRO TOMORROW IS PERCY JACKSONS BIRTHDAY! GET THIS POST TO 300 NOTES AND ILL ONLY EAT BLUE FOOD THE WHOLE DAY! Edit: holy fuck you guys am I famous now? Yes I did only eat blue food I promise. Update on my profile!

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everyone shut up and look at baby Animal from the Muppets Mayhem

[artofalassa]

The Bike

Part five of Wolfwood Lives AU! Sorry it took me so long, but have a familiar face and lots of hugs as an apology!

Part ONE | Part TWO | Part THREE | Part FOUR | Part SIX

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[hinamie]

for @cherryys who (rightfully!) hcs lategame megumi as having a bunch of scars befitting his status as resident punching bag