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"I played dumb"
"Was it hard?"
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Paint war time Bucky, they said, he's my favorite and will probably be a quick painting, they said.
They is one of my friends on discord, and I am never doing a request for them again because this took way too much time. (Affectionate)
Close ups and More rambling under the cut.
made this guy based on qualities im kinda into in character 💔
tv head(ex. Vox, tenna)
bird(ex. stolas, speaker of god)
russian
higher form thingy(its so cool)
Feeling sad and anxious tonight so I’d thought I’d make it worse by asking you about some angst 😌😌
How do you think it would go down if there was an unexpected thunder storm and so 42hoursrry wasn’t home or with y/n when it happened? I feel like he’d immediately feel like shit as soon as he heard the first thunder and drop everything he’s doing to go to where she is and face time her in the mean time so he knows that she’s not like hyperventilating😔 no no no omg and What if like, she was with jo and Laurel when it happened and when Harry finally gets there and starts comforting her it’s the first time that they’ve really seen him and her just being super soft with each other, like obvi they’ve seen it before but not like this, like there is no teasing involved or anything 🥺
i genuinely think jo and laure would be SO SHOCKED SKFODKFKRJF because like. obviously they’ve seen that side of harry many times but NEVER towards y/n or even in front of her????? and they know in their minds. of course he would be because they’re dating now so OBVIOUSLY it wouldn’t be arguing or teasing 24/7 but just seeing it???
like they’re visiting LA and staying with y/n and it’s so rare there are thunder storms there but there just happens to be one on like the third night they’re there.
and jo’s known y/n since they were in kindergarten so she already pretty much knows what to do. she puts on dirty dancing and grabs a couple extra blankets and gathers her and laure in the living room with some of their favorite snacks just to help pass the time but then the power goes off which is like. not ideal especially at a time like this but she knows y/n’s apartment well so she starts getting out candles and things like that.
and then there’s a knock at the door and she looks at laure and laure looks at her and then jo checks her phone which has no service because of COURSE cell service is down and it’s like long past midnight so who the fuck would be at the door right now??? and jo thinks about ignoring it but they knock again and it’s harder this time and then she hears a faint british accent and so she walks over with her phone as a flashlight and looks through the peephole.
and harry is there. harry is there??? and soaked from the rain??? and looking noticeably stressed with his phone with the flashlight on in one hand and his keys in the other and—
“cmon, y/n, open the bloody door!!! s’fucking pissing out there and i’m freezing my bloody—”
jo slips the chain off the door and turns the lock and opens it, biting back her laugh enough that her confusion slips through. “harry??? what are you doing here???”
“there’s a thunderstorm.” he says it so plainly, like that should just explain everything.
“i did notice that, yeah.” jo can’t help the dry response that slips off her lips. “but—”
“harry?“ y/n’s voice peeps out from under one of the blankets, where she’s been curled up for the past two hours, trying her best not to flinch every time the thunder booms outside.
and it’s like the tension just slips out of harry’s shoulders, and the words “hey, love,” roll off his tongue, and then he’s crossed the room, and he’s pulling y/n into his wet chest, and shes…not recoiling??? not shoving a hand against him, complaining about him dripping water on her favorite blanket, not teasing him about looking like a waterlogged dog with his hair down like that. and he’s not making a snide remark about irrational fears, or teasing her about the pillow she has clutched against her, or asking cheekily if she missed him. instead, he just holds her, and she just lets him, like that’s what she’s been waiting for all night.
“harry,” the look of bemusement on laure’s face is identical to the look jo is sure she’s wearing as well. “what—why did you—?”
“there’s a thunderstorm,” he says again, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “and y/n doesn’t like to be alone in them.”
“yeah, but we were here,” jo notes the possessiveness that’s creeping into her voice, hiding behind the confusion that’s still there.
“i know. but then the power went out, so—”
“so you DROVE here???? in this storm??? with all the traffic lights going haywire from the power outage???”
and harry just shrugs, and y/n just sighs, and laure and jo look at each other and realize at the same time: those two are in so deep for each other, and they doubt they even know it yet.
we’re down to 17 exams left
Ok but the first time that 42hours!h comforts reader during a thunder storm while they are together🥺I feel like it would be different bc this time he can hold her and kiss on her, I feel like it would happen in the middle of the night unexpectedly, & it would wake her up, but not harry, what woke him up was her Nuzzling herself into his chest, at first he just thought she was cold or somethin but then he hears the thunder and hes like🥺baby ita ok Ive got you, won’t let anything happen to you
GOD SHUT UP THAT’S TOO MUCH!!!! so let’s dive in so yall can hurt as much as i do :))))
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When Harry feels Y/N press herself closer to his chest, her arms trapped between her body and his, her messy hair tickling his neck as she tucks her face into his shoulder, his half asleep mind pulls his lips into a smile. There’s not much he loves more than his girlfriend, who always acts so tough and teases him for being so clingy, unconsciously tugging herself closer to him. Without opening his eyes, Harry readjusts his position on the bed to snuggle her closer, a deep sigh echoing from his lips in satisfaction.
And then he hears the thunder, and his eyes snap wide open.
Almost as if on cue, a barely audible whimper trails from Y/N’s lips, her face scrunched up against Harry’s skin as she hides away in the safety of his body. And, as if on cue, Harry begins to rub circles on her flushed back, smudging small kisses along her cheek and jaw until his lips find her ear in the darkness.
“S’alright, baby.” His hot breath rolls across her skin as lightning sparks up the bedroom for a split second, followed again by more rolling thunder. “You’re alright.”
“Yeah.” Y/N’s reply, although attempting to sound reassured, is strained as her breathing takes a sharp turn. “I-I know.”
“S’all good.” Even with his mind still numb from sleep, Harry knows that her words are a false front, and would know it even if he couldn’t feel how she trembles in his arms with every crack of Mother Nature outside their window.
One of his hands makes its way into her hair, massaging her scalp as he gently detangles the sleep induced knots. “I’ve got you, love.”
“I know you do, I just--”
“Would I ever let anything happen to you?”
Y/N sucks in a deep and measured breath, trying her best to align it with the thumping of Harry’s heart. “No. You wouldn’t.”
“Exactly.” Harry smears another half asleep kiss along Y/N’s cheekbone, a soft sigh falling from his lips. “I’d fight Zeus by myself if it would help you.”
Despite her vulnerable position, the weak laugh that echoes from Y/N’s mouth is half a snort. “You think you could beat an Olympian?”
“Absolutely. Don’t you?”
“I think I’d bet my money on the god of thunder, honestly.”
Although she can feel Harry’s chest shaking with suppressed laughter, he manages to reply in a hurt tone. “That’s not very nice, Y/N.”
The girl twists herself closer to his body, her shoulders just beginning to relax as his hands start to massage the aching and tense muscles. “Don’t you know? I’m not very nice.”
“Mmm. I know.” Harry hums in reply, lowering his voice as his lips drift to her ear again. “But I’d still protect you from him. So go to sleep, yeah? I’ve got you.”
When Y/N’s eyes drift closed again, Harry’s face is the last thing she sees.
ok i’m gonna say something and it’s not completely correct but this look
really gives me 42hours!h vibes like halfway through the reception when he’s taken off his jacket and is getting a little tipsy and working up the nerve to talk to y/n and tell her how he feels and laure just gave him a pep talk in the bathroom because if she doesn’t egg him on then he’ll chicken out
inspo pics for 42 hours (wedding edition!!)
okay so i had a lot of people asking me what everyone would be wearing to the wedding, what the colours would be, what the wedding dresses would look like, and originally i was going to make a moodboard, but i went a little too deep thinking about everyone’s wedding attire (as always) and decided. you know what. they need their own post. so!! strap in ladies!!