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[girlinthetardis04]

Yes, yes Koga is smoking hot and such

BUT TOICHIRO?????? HELLO??????? THE SUIT? THE CANE?? THE TAIL??? THE KNOWING SMIRK LIKE HE ALREADY KNOWS YOU'VE FALLEN FOR HIM AND HE CAN SEE YOU BLUSHING JUST AT THE SIGHT OF HIM????? AGDAGFAJHADHGSD

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[kenmarlenn]

Hello!! Could you tell us your Foxy headcanons? 👀👀

Hooray, Foxy!

This one's basically canon due to comments on the Discord, Matt himself, and maybe on the channel, can't remember, but Foxy loves map-based strategy games (Hearts of Iron IV, Victoria 3, etc.) and historical games. Maybe it's being "Foxy the Pirate," with his whole gimmick being from a bygone era, maybe it's how much of a strategic mind he is, but he'll spend hours on them.

Like I mentioned in my Puppet headcanons, Foxy really let himself and his living space go during the entire Stitchwraith arc. Moving with FC to the new apartment and Puppet moving in slowly were the catalysts to him feeling better AND taking better care of himself. Puppet got a kickstart on the housekeeping, but Foxy quickly assigned himself chores of his own (cooking, cleaning the kitchen, homeschooling and/or finding yet another daycare or school or learning center for FC)

FC's education was actually a huge thing for Foxy - he was trying really hard to get FC into a school, but most didn't accept animatronics, and he was banned from the daycare. The schools that did (the ones Glamrock Freddy went to and Frankie goes to), FC couldn't function properly in (god I have thoughts about FC) and he was eventually expelled. For a long time, Foxy homeschooled FC, until they moved to the EAPS dimension! Now they've had a few lessons after Foxy was done at work, but FC mainly learns from experience.

Foxy was a stinky man. Old suit, lived out by the ocean, constantly getting into Situations... But he could never actually clean himself properly. One of the things he's grateful for in his new body is that he can be cleaned without worry of corrosion from chemicals or water getting in his suit.

In his old body, Foxy had chronic pain and other difficulties from having a really worn down body and having been beat up so frequently. For a blessed few weeks, he had no such aches and pains in his new body, and he could enjoy new sensations and feelings! ... And then uh, the beating up continued. To his disappointment, his daily waking thoughts are once again "ah, I am constantly in pain somewhere."

memory-less!Foxy looking at Puppetmaster like "what a freak. ... kinda hot tho"

[kingofthe-egirls]

Hello hello!

Ok, I have a thought, hear me out!

Silly is the New sexy was amazing and we could need a Part 2~

Like, luffy can't help but think about your body and wants to do it again but she turns him down because you know people are literally being everywhere.

So! New Island, she stayed behind because of the short staw she draw, letting everyone go. She was totally fine and made stuff around the sunny. Imagine, she being in the kitchen as Lu burst in with a happy grin and be like >were alone! We can Do it again!< she just laughs and >give me a few after I wash the dishes<.

Lu pouts but sit down between her legs and be like prompt 8!

👀👀👀

ok im not gonna write the preamble bc u already did lmao let's skip straight to the smut, shall we?

DIRTY DISHES: LUFFY x Y/N

part 1

(cw: silly = sexy, est relationship, misuse of devil fruit, nipple play, face sitting, also this is my kitsune oc so kill the part of you that cringes, blowjob)

(a/n: i'll never stop playing dress up)

Songs: "Hard Feelings/Loveless" by Lorde, "The Bomb" by Florence + the Machine, "Morning Elvis" by Florence + the Machine

words: 1.5k

Luffy sits between your legs, head bumping back against the counter. His legs are splayed out in front of him, rolling back and forth like a little kid's. "Come onnnn," he whines, tugging at the cuffs of your denim shorts. He drags his fingertips up and down your fishnets, ribbing them in a satisfying, slow rumble.

You reach over him to finish scrubbing the dirty dish in your hands. Pizza sauce is crusted on from last night's dinner (sometimes even Sanji sets dirty plates to soak in the sink overnight).

"Okay, okay," you say, swiftly drying the plate with a soft towel. You set it in the dishrack, sparkling and clean, before turning back to your boyfriend. He's grinning up at you like a fucking capuchin.

"Hey."

You snort, rolling your eyes before crouching down to his eye level. He reaches forward to grab a strand of your hair, rubbing the damaged, bleached ends between his finger and thumb. It scratches against his skin. "Wanna play?"

"Obviously, Luffy. Now take your clothes off." You pull your own sweater off over your head--a baby blue cropped thing that you paired over a black bralette. You're wearing dark denim shorts with silver buttons down the side. Luffy tugs at the laces of your black boots. Steel-toed, a gift from Robin last time you docked portside.

Luffy giggles, and pulls his red t-shirt off over his shoulders. He slides down so he's lying on his back, stretching his rubber arms out to grab your hips. He slams you down onto his own face, cunt first.

"Fuck--!" You squeal, squirming in his arms so as not to crush his sweet little face. He's grinning at you like the devil.

"Sit," he commands, and you do. He bites at the denim of your shorts, not even bothering to take them off before he's running his thick hands all over you. You shrug off your bralette, letting your tits hang down, soft and bouncy above your ribcage. Luffy eagerly reaches up to grab them. He rolls his thumbs around your nipples in wide, slow circles. "So fuckin' pretty f'me," he murmurs, before stretching his neck up to suck on them. It's kinda alien, seeing his neck stretched out like a rubber band, but his tongue is magic so you don't fucking mind. You tilt your head back in pleasure, softly moaning.

"So good," you praise him, running your fingers over his hair. It's soft, and you pet him for a bit as he sucks on your sensitive nipples. You ride his abdomen, sitting on his stomach while he plays with you.

Your tails flick in pleasure.

"S'pretty, kitty," he says again, bucking his hips up behind you. He pops off your tits with a smack. His hands reach up to scritch at the base of your foxy ears. You hum, eyes closed in comfort.

"So are you," you say, reaching down to unbutton your shorts. You stand up, over him, to slide them down your legs. You leave the fishnets on. You're straddling him, looking down at your sweet captain with your legs on either side of his waist. Your boots stay on, too. The rose-gold bellybutton piercing sparkles at your abdomen: something you and Nami did on a whim last island, too.

"Spread your legs f'me," he says, staring up at your fishnet heat, so you lift a leg to place your boot on the counter. He's staring open mouthed at your cunt, left bare and dripping without any panties.

He licks his lips.

Suddenly, he's grabbing you by the waist again and slamming you down hard onto his waiting face. He slurps at your sensitivity, swiftly turning his hair white as he activates Gear 5. His tongue expands, shoving inside your slippery cunt as his eyes swirl rosy. Somewhere, a train whistle sounds in an honest to god awooga.

Shit.

"Luffy!!" You complain, as he rips your tights to give himself more room. Steam is pouring out of his ears, his eyes rolled back and crossed as he sloppily licks at your cunt. You're already dripping.

It's so cartoony, with him.

The sea laps at the side of the sunny, sparkling and sapphire in the afternoon sun. Seagulls call overhead. You watch them circle in the pastel sky through the window over the sink. Sparks soar into view as Luffy warps the energy of reality around him. You feel it pulling into you like gravity, bringing you ever and always closer to your captain.

He sucks on your clit.

You scream, surprised at the sudden suction. He slaps your ass cheek, the sound reverberating with several boi-oings throughout the empty room. You groan, sending your head back to just enjoy the sensations. You roll your hips over his tongue, sending shivers down your spine. He grips your hips, bringing you down harder.

"Sit!"

You squeal, letting your full weight sink down onto your captain's face. Supporting yourself on the sink, your hands grip around the cool porcelain as Luffy sends stars into your eyes. Sparkles alight overhead as his own pleasure creeps up. He's bucking his hips up behind you, and you turn to stretch yourself enough to reach his hard cock through his jeans. He lets you lean over, supporting your hips in his searing grasp. Your tails frizz out, shivering and shaking as he sends you over the edge.

Stars.

You gasp, coming to with sore thighs and an aching belly.

"Sweet girl," Luffy croons, letting you slide off him to the side. You collapse onto the tile, letting the coolness seep into your heated skin.

He sits up, wiping off your slick from his soaking chin.

"My turn?"

You smile, nodding eagerly as Luffy rips off his shorts. You settle onto your own back this time, letting him straddle your head. His sticky cockhead is shimmering with precum, and you reach out for an experimental lick. He shivers, letting out a hiss through his teeth.

"That's it," he says, rocking his hips forward. The tip hits your lips, and you let him in. You start sucking hard on his head, and he lets out a strangled moan. You run sweet, kitten licks up and down his aching shaft. The veins are bulging and sensitive, and every slide or dart of your tongue elicits sharp inhales and gasps from your lover above you. He shallowly thrusts his cock deeper into your mouth.

Stretching, you take him down your throat.

Luffy groans, softening your skin with ripples of elastic energy. His hair is fluffy and white, with matching clouds floating above his head. Your tails are squished behind you, but they flutter in soft, shivering arcs. He reaches down to grab one, wrapping it around his wrist.

He tugs.

"Ouch!" You yelp, trying to pull your seventh tail out of his grasp. He giggles, and doesn't let go. Instead, he pulls harder. An airhorn sounds. "Luffy!!!" You complain, face heating up. His cock muffles your words, but you glare up at him anyway.

"Shishi, sorry," he giggles, slowing his pace slightly. You relax, slowly sucking on his shaft as his thrusts grow erratic and sloppy.

His balls smack harsh against your chin.

Sizzles and pops sound overhead, and you open your eyes to watch star shapes dance around Luffy's face. His cheeks are flushed, and his head is tilted back. His adams apple bobs with his raspy pants.

The stars float down over both of you, sparkling and bursting in silvery rainbow shimmers. Luffy speeds up, his hips now a blur as you do your best to take it. A star slips down to bounce off your cheek and onto the floor. It sizzles out of existence.

A slight halo glows around your lover's face.

You wrap your hands around his thighs, and suck harder. He gasps, and spills his seed into your mouth. It spurts out from the corners of your lips, filling your senses with musky bitterness.

"Shit, shit shit," he groans, arching his back as he shudders and gasps. You moan, vibrations sending through his pulsing cock.

"Sweetheart," he moans, pulling out of your mouth. He sits back on his heels, giving you room to sit up. You rub at your sore jaw, before wiping his spend off the sides of your face. It smears into the soft hairs on your forearm, sticky and sweet. He grins, and reaches forward to pull you up into a kiss. He tastes like sugar.

"Sweet," you tease him, pulling on a lock of his downy hair. He snickers, swatting your hand away. "Snackies?"

He laughs outright, slapping his belly. He giggles, hiding his face in one hand. "Shishishi, hahahahaa!" He slips backward, bouncing on the now-rubbery floor. It buoys him, snickering and rolling on the elastic tile. It rocks you, too, as you stand on shaky legs.

"Luffy," you grin, tripping over your own feet onto his smiling frame. He catches you with an oof! as two arms come to snake around you. He brings you down to nuzzle against his face, skin soft and sweaty. He breathes into your hair, inhaling deeply. His fingers scritch at your scalp, and you peak up to see his hair swirling black.

The floor steadies beneath you.

"Snackies," he agrees, before he stands up with his arms still wrapped around you.

****

[xviiperr]

Hiatus Page!

Hello friends, I wanted to make this post in light of recent events happening in my life. Some of the fandoms I'm in I feel I am losing interest in so, I figured making a post with all the requests listed would help when I'm ready to continue writing. This is so you guys know how your requests are coming along and when I'll start writing again.

School is starting up August 12th, so I will be in hiatus mode. I'm doing college and school at the same time (I'm still in highschool but I get free college), not sure what I am going to do with my life.

Below are the names of fandoms that I've died out of, names of requests and brief descriptions and status on whether I started it or not. For now, my requests will remain closed until further notice, I want to put my academics first. I will still write and post things every now and then but, it'll mainly be for self-indulgence and comfort. (A whole lot is going to be Star Wars).

My requests page is closed but my ask box is open for miscellaneous questions. Feel free to ask for my opinions on your OCS or ask about my OCS! Love you guys so much 🩷 💚 🧡

Sonic The Hedgehog

Current requests:

Yandere Romantic: Scourge x Fiona.

Where Fiona breaks away from Scourge, only to find out just how far he would go to get his foxy lady back.

Started? (No/Yes): Yes.

Yandere Platonic Sonic and friends x reader

Where Sonic and his main crew were isakaied into the reader's world. How will reader escape from the Hell they've accidentally caused?

Extra notes: Five Fav Sonic characters? To be answered..

Started? (No/Yes): Yes.

Yandere Platonic: Scourge & Sonic

Where Scourge is incessant with his pursuit of a friend who doesn't want his attention at all. (Or he secretly does 👀)

Started? (No/Yes): No.

Yandere Romantic: Sonic x Reader

Where Reader is in a relationship with Scourge, only to find out through a friend that Fiona and Scourge got back together behind their back. Sonic is trailing the situation, likewise.

Started? (No/Yes): No.

[mushtoons]

Completely understandable if you don't want to get into a debate but can I ask what exactly you disliked abt the fnaf movie?? I found it an incredibly enjoyable personally. Like I have guesses as to the most common issues people might have with the plot but. I am admittedly. a little baffled by the idea of a fellow tmnt enjoyer taking issue with creative liberties when someone is making a fresh take on a franchise that is meant to have its own separate canon to the previous installments..

nah we don't mind, people can have their own opinion just like we can have ours, and we dont have any issue with them taking creative liberties? we never even gave any indication that did we? /genuine it just sucked to us and we liked the plot it was silly and fun but lacked yknow, spoilers ahead:

it emphasize waaaay to many times about his brother, like understandably yes we get it and we understand WHY they'd want to, but they did it too much, it sucked the meaning and emotion out of such a heartbreaking scene to the point our friends and i groaned every time he brought it up

literally the first 3 nights of FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S!!!!! all he did was sleep...like yeah we get ur trying to remember stuff about ur brother okay...do that in a different scene or something

the funniest part about fnaf games were the hidden easter eggs and there was almost none in that movie, our brother and i were extremely disappointed because we spent years hyperfixating on the lore and hunting for easter eggs in the games

THERE WAS NO FUCKIN PHONE GUY LIKE AT ALL NOT EVEN A TEASE OF HIM HIS STUPID LIL HELLO HELLO MADE US SO ANGRY /affectionate WE WERE SO DISAPPOINTED HE WASN'T EVEN IN THERE

you dont even see the animatronics do anything besides foxy briefly until the fourth MORNING... though that scene was AMAZING

they didn't even ATTEMPT to have them hunt down or lurk like they do in the games, like okay plot wise ig i see why not but...its fnaf its literally built around that at least a small attempt could have been made other than the foxy and abby scene

we were really confused as to why the intro scene it showed mike running and hiding and even something trying to break into his office when, when the scene finally lined up thats not even how it went down, he was apparently asleep the whole time talking to the dead kids....

they really didnt have to get all scientific and stuff to explain possession and stuff ...the fun of possession is that it doesnt have to make sense its creepy and horrifying and thats all that matters not...that whole explanation vanessa gave

we could go on but our foods done 👀

[justaduckarts]

The way I SCREAMED "Foxy" and then Gregory with Freddy and Bonnie! A cute little family!!! (I'm still sad by the fact that Gregory is a mortal, so some day in the future his dads will see him die). Ohohoho Pluto x Julian canon?👀 He's way better than Sun that's for sure. Also a possible way for Lunar to be connected to the star???? Ehehe I'm eating up this chapter as if it's a fine dish 😋

Hello!

YES Foxy ugh I'm so happy to finally have Captain Redtail in our story <3 <3 <3

And Freddy and his lil family AAAAAAAAAA Gregory is their precious gremlin child <3

Pluto x Julian maybe <3 He's definitely a better fit <3

I'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter!! Thanks so much for this ask, I always love seeing people get excited over my story! <3

[oraclekleo]

The fox 🦊 has come to see what she craves 👀

You know who I am 😂 😉

♒ 🦊 L.

Hello!

Yes, yes! I know you miss Foxy 😏

Thank you for joining this little game!

Question: Something spicy you crave without even realising you crave it!

Deck: E. A. Poe Tarot

Card: XIII The Death

DO NOT jump out of the window, please! 😂 You crave a change, a transformation, something new and maybe even a little unexpected while still aligned with your soul. It can be a new sensual fantasy you never explored before, it can be a new crush, it can be a new toy. Or it can be a new game full of sexy pretty men giving you something to drool over and making you feel excited. 😂 Whatever you choose, it's gonna reflect your inner cravings. It's going to touch your soul on deeper level, turn you into a fan of the fantasy, crush, toy or game. You crave novelty that still is in some way springing out of your soul.

[vikconder]

WEBTOON or TAPAS

[Main doc to read about all the characters/story]

VALENTINE COMIC that i finally finished!! 😭💖🧡🖤🤲 (Hello dear tumblr!!!) This is my first experience of drawing one…it was hard, i need a rest haha I HOPE YOU LIKE IT 🥺🤲🧡💖 It’s not “canon” but it’s pretty close to the script that i write, just enough to show the characters 😳🤲🧡 Now you see my characters in action and the mood of their story 😳 Note: Leesya means Foxy and Lev means Lion in Russian! + Lenchik's nickname (Rysya) means Lynxy 👀 (and we discuss characters  on discоrd! :з but there are more channels)

More info: instа1 / instа2 / twit /discоrd server / tiktоk / pаtreon

[finniestoncrane]

Hello this isn't a request for any writing. HOWEVER, I have a scenario for you- short background: im in customer service and the nonstop christmas music is driving me insane already. Imagine comic book Black Mask or Oswald Cobblepot if you prefer- nonstop Christmas music is getting grating. You hear "Santa Baby" and start kind of singing making fun of it. Being dorky and goofy, you know how it is- but when you stop [man of your choice] is going "wait no hold on- keep going-" because HE'S having visions of you in a cutesy outfit being playfully seductive. Mostly (because in my mind they have the most sugar daddy vibes anyways) I think it'd be funny for them to be very 👀 "I could get into that if it's you, hold on-" - 🦊

hjhgsdjhf i love this concept lil foxy anon this is like an extra little gift to read today properly finally! spoiler alert, my ass is always picking ozzie, any iteration of him for sure

i know I KNOW he would be into watching you dance around and singing, definitely makes it more tolerable for him, picturing you in something skimpy and red and lined with fur 👀

he's also definitely trying to sing "baby, it's cold outside" with you as a duet and pulling you closer with every line 💚

[baekhvuns]

Baek, wake up it's time for your avocado class! Btw my flatmates and I plant avo seeds and they actually bloom despite the environment not being the best for them. We have avocado plants, they're so tall wtf

I know someone who has a husband - she made him a kpop stan as well. And he pays for all her kpop shit. What I didn't know was that she has a child, she never mentions him, just simps and cries over Ateez I assumed she's childless, wtf woman. I'm not shaming her age, but she's 37 spending all her days talking about kpop...

I was actually interested in Ranamun, and the recent penis thing was entertaining shgsjshsjshshs, but man needs to grow up. I think Sir Knight is over for me, I lost interest in him long ago and reading the spoilers made me actually dislike him. I don't think he gave her a reason, at least not yet. First he seemed excited, then just ghosted Latil 🤡 I hope he's not the father, cause 🔪 my friend was rooting for him before she read the novel, but his behaviour is overall disappointing. I don't know what's going on with Klein, he's still there that's for sure ajhshshsbahhahs. Anyways, Tasir my fave foxy drug dealer look alike, I love you so much. 💖

Richarlison did what? I hope the Neymar tattoo is really ugly, deserved 😆 congrats to 🇭🇷! 🇲🇦 did well so congrats as well.

I know who the cat belongs to hahha. There's also one older neighbour with a dog and a parrot, she used to have an old cat too. I'm interested in the animals not owners. <3 Lmao, I definitely imagine weird scenarios before going to sleep, though I don't want any man obsessed with me so I don't do that particular thing,but y'all have fun 🤗

It's not my cousin, so I don't know all the details, but yeah this whole affair situation is funny, hopefully they don't fuck it up 👁👄👁

Kpop stans love acting like managers and sure sometimes they have good points, I'm also baffled by weird choices companies make. But in the end we need to sit down and stfu. Looking forward to Yeosang's song cover though!

One of my friend had so many different impressions of Hwa, first she thought he was intimidating, then shy and quiet and didn't know the lovely loser that he is. But she finally saw his questionable and adorable behaviour and she's goneeee

Agreed about the autotune and live thing. Ok sooooometimes hearing a song live makes a difference, but it won't make me listen to the OG. Like I enjoyed the videos of Fireworks remix performance, but I still don't like it very much. I hope Ateez brings melodic choruses back 😭 I'm still on the fence with Movement's choruses, except Cyberpunk, and Paradigm has the same issue. Or at least make the drop less messy, idk just do something lmao

EXO really went radio silent then went SURPRISE, the whiplash!

Oiling means a lot of touching 👀 if the oil smells nice it's not a problem, but yeah bandaging it is. Let's mummify him

Ballerina and boxer, I'm in, however you know what I'm waiting for... but I'll be happy with anything. 😊 Bestie hang on there you can do it (finish the Yunho fic)

What is this guy saying?! His photo along with Seonghwa's were the best! And what is he planning to do with his hair... speaking of, PONYTAIL IS BACK and arms are out too. Why is he a grandpa

True true an icon & this is so cool, also hold on, back off

😭

Furry...

I got not like the other girls on the quiz....... DV 💖

hello!!!

Baek, wake up it's time for your avocado class! Btw my flatmates and I plant avo seeds and they actually bloom despite the environment not being the best for them. We have avocado plants, they're so tall wtf

I AM UP (for all the right reasons that were worth it), AVO 101 😭😭😭 omg??? u guy should start a avo business, 'home-grown-avo's!' 16$ each

I know someone who has a husband - she made him a kpop stan as well. And he pays for all her kpop shit. What I didn't know was that she has a child, she never mentions him, just simps and cries over Ateez I assumed she's childless, wtf woman. I'm not shaming her age, but she's 37 spending all her days talking about kpop...

kpop atp a whole pyramid scheme 😭😭 oh man i hope it's not that one case where the child was an exol and the mom was an army and it was this whole ruckus bc in the end the kid suffered 😭😭, id personally invest in a job or two at that age <3 a world outside kpop!

I was actually interested in Ranamun, and the recent penis thing was entertaining shgsjshsjshshs, but man needs to grow up. I think Sir Knight is over for me, I lost interest in him long ago and reading the spoilers made me actually dislike him. I don't think he gave her a reason, at least not yet. First he seemed excited, then just ghosted Latil 🤡 I hope he's not the father, cause 🔪 my friend was rooting for him before she read the novel, but his behaviour is overall disappointing. I don't know what's going on with Klein, he's still there that's for sure ajhshshsbahhahs. Anyways, Tasir my fave foxy drug dealer look alike, I love you so much. 💖

I AM TOO AND TH EPENIS THING 😭😭😭V WDYM WHAT HAPPENED TO IT DJFHGFHJGG loosing interest in this fic come on mr sonnaught 😭😭 NAURR WE COULDVE HAD A POWER COUPLE WHY WOULD HE DO THIS STOPPP if sonnaught doesn't do a 360 in his behaviour is on sight 🔪🔪 TASIR IM SORRY I DOUBTED U, UR THE ONE ALWAYS BEEN THE ONE

Richarlison did what? I hope the Neymar tattoo is really ugly, deserved 😆 congrats to 🇭🇷! 🇲🇦 did well so congrats as well.

YEAH 😭😭😭😭 IT IS DJHJDHFJ I DONT THINK RICHARLISON ACTUALLY DID IT PROBS SOMEONE ELSE FBFB BUT IT SENDS ME THAT HE PAID TO REMOVE IT 😭😭😭 JOKES,,, bestie did u watch today's match, woah woah what a game, the constant equalizing in goals and then penalties and the final results, bro won football 😭😭 morocco is crazy good it was a tough one w croatia,, this has me crying not produce 48😭😭😭

I know who the cat belongs to hahha. There's also one older neighbour with a dog and a parrot, she used to have an old cat too. I'm interested in the animals not owners. <3 Lmao, I definitely imagine weird scenarios before going to sleep, though I don't want any man obsessed with me so I don't do that particular thing,but y'all have fun 🤗

GOD DAMN IT DOES THE CAT HAVE SOME GODFATHER,, do u do this bc IT SEEMS LIKE I HAVENT LIVED A SINGLE SCENARIO TO MYSELF AND EVERYONE JUST BE DOING THIS SDHFGLAF,, no ur so right having someone obsessed w ut entire being is only good in fics

It's not my cousin, so I don't know all the details, but yeah this whole affair situation is funny, hopefully they don't fuck it up 👁👄👁 //// Kpop stans love acting like managers and sure sometimes they have good points, I'm also baffled by weird choices companies make. But in the end we need to sit down and stfu. Looking forward to Yeosang's song cover though!

AAHHHH STOP A ETL AND ITS FUNNY?????/ TOP TEIR ROMANCE RIGHT THERE,, u are so correct i also find a particular dislike in tweets that constantly mention that the kq isn't giving members promo, but ppl don't even be watching the content their channel puts out? or forgetting that they're always doing something like we are still getting shows from fever era?? like sometimes there's just a lot in a schedule and companies do everything, instead of creating assumptions one should enjoy the content they're constantly putting out!

One of my friend had so many different impressions of Hwa, first she thought he was intimidating, then shy and quiet and didn't know the lovely loser that he is. But she finally saw his questionable and adorable behaviour and she's goneeee

LOVELY LOSER SFDSHKFSHJKF see it's always the ppl who look intimidating but are actual tulips that get us all by the grip, so ur saying we all just want an intimidating person who has loser tendencies dvbjdfb

Agreed about the autotune and live thing. Ok sooooometimes hearing a song live makes a difference, but it won't make me listen to the OG. Like I enjoyed the videos of Fireworks remix performance, but I still don't like it very much. I hope Ateez brings melodic choruses back 😭 I'm still on the fence with Movement's choruses, except Cyberpunk, and Paradigm has the same issue. Or at least make the drop less messy, idk just do something lmao

okAY YEAH SOMETIMES, yeah! it won't make me like the og bc then the concert one's arent usually put out and those ones are the better ones!! "I hope Ateez brings melodic choruses back 😭" nO BECAUSE REALLY THEY RLY SHINED WITH THEIR VOCALS THAT TIME,, tbh movement is ateez's evil arc and i do be liking that album but paradigm is something i personally can't get along w bc it's just noise

EXO really went radio silent then went SURPRISE, the whiplash!

THE WHIPLASH AND ON TOP OF THAT BAEKHYUN READING FANFICS, DOUBLE WHIPLASH 😭😭😭😭

Oiling means a lot of touching 👀 if the oil smells nice it's not a problem, but yeah bandaging it is. Let's mummify him

king tut who? king hwa only, sEEeEeeE with the oil and my low iron my hands would be cold and im afraid he will run away

Ballerina and boxer, I'm in, however you know what I'm waiting for... but I'll be happy with anything. 😊 Bestie hang on there you can do it (finish the Yunho fic)

i now have 4 fics u can chose from but i will put them out after this shit of a fic fhkcehfjh hopefully i get it done before christmas!

What is this guy saying?! His photo along with Seonghwa's were the best! And what is he planning to do with his hair... speaking of, PONYTAIL IS BACK and arms are out too. Why is he a grandpa

NO LITERALLY WHAT IS HE ON,, no ones looking at the ponytail. no. none. STOPPPPP HES LIKE THAT GRANDPA FROM REBORN RICH FHFLHF one min he's grandpa the other he is this? how dare he

True true an icon & this is so cool, also hold on, back off /// 😭

THAT HAIR OF HWA ESP, HAIR STYLIST NEEDS A RAISE FOR THAT ALONE,, atz back in the day rivalling seo taiji i see i see, NAH STAY WHERE U ARE NEWBIES

Furry...

alpha hwa x reader au coming soon

I got not like the other girls on the quiz....... DV 💖

NOT THAT SGHAGLGFHUFHFJH ANON U ARE THE YN !!!!! here's a new one

and uh, this guy?

[ihatebnha]

🦊hello! It's been while, so sorry! Life been busy. Hope everything is going well for you!

At anyrate. I just read your annoying Dilf Bakugou headcanons. And last night I read your pierced dick Bakugou posts. And idk, I might be crazy, or my weird adhd brain is at it again but hear me out.

Dilf kiri who, despite everything going for him and him not being THAT much older than you (I'm picturing like 12-15yrs. Roughly) is still a little insecure about dating and landing you! Like dating never was the easiest thing for him, probably cause the man is basically a golden retriever with shark teeth and so maybe he had a couple bad experiences with people who took advantage of him and his pro hero fame etc.

But things are going good with you, even Bakugou approves of you which is always a good sign when you can win the gremlin over! So anyway. One night he's out with you and your friends. Once again, a little bit of insecurity pops up. Just a little. Mostly cause he wonders why you aren't dating any of these guys your own age, even though you've assured him you are very very happy with him.

One way or another you and your friends and kiri end up at a piercing shop and in a small bout of alcohol fueled insecurity kiri gets his dick pierced. He wants to be fun and spontaneous with you and your friends (note, you probably walk away from this excursion with the same amount of holes and ink or lack thereof as you went into it with) so anyhow!

A few days later and poor man is horny! He loves his sexy girlfriend and he can't fuck you and getting hard hurts and it just is kinda shitty. You finally press him for why he got it in the first place and when he tells you you assure him he is fine just the way he is and doesn't need to do the stupid shit your friend do! There is a good chance that is part of the reason you do not wanna date any of them!

But you tell him he can just take it out and let it heal closed if it's so bad. But man are you happy when he decides to tough it out and keep it.

God I hope this sounds ok. I don't wanna make kiri sound like a huge bundle of insecurity but since he does have those past experiences and he'd be significantly older and stuff it seems ok. But like feel free to ignore! And don't feel like ya gotta write a bunch or anything. Just wanna share the thrist.

Mmmm Foxie, this scenario is so sweet🥺🥺🥺... 

It’s also making me imagine like, dilf!Kiri who still has all his insecurities being with you, except that in this case, he actually used to be a kind of a partier... so when you end up at the piercing shop, he’s just like... “Yeah, I’ll get a piercing...” and doesn’t even flinch when thinking about OR getting it. 

And when you get home and ask him about it, he’s definitely confessing he just did it not to seem like an old man, but at the same time, I can also see him pulling out a picture from his early Pro Hero (maybe with the Bakusquad 👀) days of him with nipple piercings LMAO... 

But omg you’re right, he definitely regrets it a couple days in when it really hits him that keeping it means you can’t fuck (and when he complains to Bakugo, he has to laugh at him, having already been through it himself).

ON ANOTHER NOTE THO, this whole thing is making me kind of feral because now I’m thinking about dilf!Kiri being this big and strong and tough hero... who isn’t exactly insecure about himself, but definitely questions your relationship sometimes... so you really have to show him off and boss him around sometimes to get him back to his usual self. 

Like whenever you go on double or triple dates with your friends, this means waving around his credit card and making him pay for everyone, or sitting on his lap very casually while you talk, arms around his neck... even making him pick you up from or drop you off at hangouts in his shiny red sportscar... 

(He’s all shy when he waves to you, too.) 

I don’t know, though... I just want to show him off until all my friends are jealous... and Kiri knows he’s worth it. BLEHHH. 

Anyway, ily @katsukis-foxie6!!!

[astranne]

Hello! Popping in to say dont forget to take a break and drink water and do anything you nay need to do today!

-🪶

hi there fischl anon!! so happy to hear from you <33

i‘m going to sleep soon, since it‘s past midnight but foxie, that little menace is sending me so many fic titles and my brain just won’t stop thinking-

thank you for looking out, i hope you‘re doing good :D maybe you wanna send a little made up fic title too 👀 i was kinda worried for a writers block, since i just- can‘t write for requests atm, but it‘s more… 'i‘m in holidays i don’t need to work thing?'

but i don’t have a writers block, just a bit a full mind and this little ask game is great to clear it a bit. i was a bit worried it’s gonna stress me but i‘m having fun :)

anyways, have a nice day/night and take care ❤️

[witloph-art]

Hello! Could you do Foxy x girlfriend reader headcanons? Your work is amazing ^^

Sure thing love!

Foxy x girlfriend reader

Of all the fangirls out there. He chose you. Isn't that awesome?

You two act like children when together. Chica ‘ships’ you two so hard.

Bonnie is actually really happy for the both of you. Although he's glad foxy didn't go for Chica. 👀

You two pretty much role-play 24/7 as, you know it. P i r a t e s.

Btw Freddy. . He's so damn lonely omg. But he doesn't mind you. Know Foxy, if only he could hunt animtronic foxes.

Golden Freddy doesn't mind you two being a thing. Not like he comes out much anyway.

He's always happy when you're around. Always.

He loves to stand over you and place is head onto yours. Unless your taller than him then he's getting a damn stool to stand over you.

“ Y/n! Is that a police!? I'm calling the weed! ” - Foxy

“ 420, whatchu' smokin'? ” - You

I swear you two will act as every vine or meme that comes across your minds.

Sometimes even the others will join. It's a big ol' happy family. 💓

Now, you two barely ever fight. Unless your on the time of the month or just had a bad day at school, work or at home.

Foxy isn't really the one to be romantic type. Although he knows when you're needing loving or needing attention.

He actually doesn't mind it when you need him. Especially when you're on your time of the month.

Omg he LOVES head scratches or pats. Bro, like, it's a addiction. Although a very cute one.

He's personality is pretty chill. Unless someone is either bothering you or the other four then he's all over that person or thing.

Your his greatest treasure. And he hopes to never lose you.

I hope you liked this love! I'm starting my own YouTube channel btw, if you wanna check it out it's called Official Witloph. Bye!

[oro-e-diamanti]

I've heard amazing things about this, so time to get comfy and get a read on because, knowing Foxy and her writing, this is gonna be a great one either way

edit after reading: WELL I HAD A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS ONE hahaha it's a long one under the cut because I couldn't keep my thoughts to myself haha

well yes that does sound like Thomas haha

it's too early into this story to get emotional but here we are

oh I love the detail of the "typing" appearing without anything happening

ahh Ethan is planning hm

ahhh Ethan trying to help Thomas out, yess

oooh five years ago, let's go

"Hindsight is always easier than foresight. You know now, Thomas knows now and Ethan knows now as well." 😭

god this hurts, I'm too hormonal for this

urgh Vivi

yeah ok I know it's too early to be annoyed with her but I'VE BEEN TOLD hahaha

lmao yes Vic go off

"until someone you almost forgot you know sends you an article" WHY DO PEOPLE DO THESE THING, mind your business ffs

"he's an idiot, he was told" GOOD haha

brb gotta go barf at the caption

"Are you tagging us to remind us that we’ll have band practice over video call now, or why are we seeing this." YES VIC GO OFF GIRL

bit too late, Thomas, bit too late. maybe you should have asked your new side piece when she was gonna post before she did and announced shit to the world

urgh the throwback, I'm fine I'm ok

OH OKAY I WAS CONFUSED FOR A SECOND THERE BUT I'M INTO THE DYNAMIC

urgh Ethan, I have very primal needs for this man

this has no business being so fucking hot but HELLO

god you write this so well

aaaaand back to the present, ouch

yeah Thomas, fucking surprise, no one could have seen this coming at ALL lmao

"food that can't be eaten" hahaha also me in the kitchen

aw no not l.a. people scolding him :(

not Ethan telling him a fairytale I'm gonna sob 😭

oh fuck off Vivi

OH JESUS CHRIST VIVI GET A BRAIN

Thomas being the dumbest dumbass to ever dumbass

fucking hell no one should ever be that passive and uninterested in their own wedding, that's just tragic but also THAT'S YOUR OWN FAULT THOMAS

Ethan putting his hands on Thomas' hips to get him down asghfdsjhf I love the litle details

god the way he keeps messaging her is both romantic and tragic

Ethan you sneaky bitch with the photo hahaha I love it

TITLE DROP IN THE STORY I love that

Thomas sleeping over and cuddling and hearing a story and WANTING A ROOM I'm gonna burst, he's so soft and cute, shame he lost his brain

another flashback for my poor heart haha

I'm not gonna lie, I love that arrangement with Ethan ahhh

jesus christ vivi that's not normal behaviour

"He wants to go home" 😭

oh fucking finally, Thomas

don't stick your dick in crazy, folks

"If he would have looked up, he would have seen you cross the bridge he walked over only minutes ago." afhsadha this is too good

THREE YEARS AGO THAT'S STILL SO MUCH TIME LEFT AHHHH

THAT BITCH SELLING OUT TO THE MAGAZINES I'M, once again, GONNA GO BARF

lmao not everyone coming for her to disprove her story, love that

as if y'all haven't seen each other naked more than some couples have, damiano

OH FFS DAMIANO that's just mean

dhsfjsdlfsa the story about the star

Thomas missing Vic 😭

ah fuck of course they had to run into each other at SOME point, even if this one mainly consisted of Thomas running AWAY

"I kind of forgot to tell them about each other" ETHAN NO

is that a good idea, Thomas??? bit full of memories, that house, innit

ooooh one year ago, getting closer

damn Pedro knows and understands, good dude eh

hahaha yep, that sounds like Vic

fuck's sake Vic, don't go around almost drowning, please

"You need someone who loves you unconditionally. I do love you, but not like you need" 😭

oh Thomas you silly little thing, of course she loved/loves you

THis year 👀

I WANT TO BREAK UP

ouch, poor Pedro but also oooof yeah I get it

ASHKFJHSD SORRY WHAT YOU CAN'T JUST DROP THEM FUCKING IN THEIR IN THE TINIEST PARAGRAPH AND EXPECT ME TO BE OK WITH IT

omg not Thomas still having the rehearsal room I'm gonna cry

ASHKFLSH DAMIANO STILL HAS THE PAPER

god I love this so much, the story, the scene, your writing, your MIND

I WANT BOTH OF YOU TO STAY

UH HUH YES

sgfiahfAFHOÖASFghiudfaö

that's it that's my review

just keysmash

no words

god I love it so much

10/10, amazing work, would recommend and read again

Let the devil be my witness

Pairing: Thomas x Fem!Reader x Ethan

Summary: "The little star is unhappy, it wants to be a star that others wish upon, bring them luck but shooting stars are meteors burning, just surviving for us to see before they burn up and hit the ground" or Five years of everything going wrong.

Word Count: 10.5k

Other: Warnings and everything at the end this time. There's hints to All my friends told me you would break my heart, which you should read, just because I love it :) (It works without but better with).

Reblogs are free, I would appreciate people using them. Thanks <3

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NOW

"I want to throw a party," Thomas tells him. Curled up under his blanket, looking at him with big eyes, a small happy smile on his face. "It'll be fun. I can close the bar for a day and everyone can just have fun, they deserve it."

Ethan just hums. He didn't see Thomas for months until he gave him a call and then Thomas just appeared in front of his door today, hugging him close and now Thomas is laying in his bed after hours of talking.

"You would come as well, right?" There's a glimmer of hope in Thomas' eyes.

"Sure," he smiles at him, "Can't have you party alone."

For a long time nothing is said, until Ethan thinks that Thomas already fell asleep. He reaches for the second blanket that is at the foot of the bed, turns the already dimmed light off. Only then, in the darkness, Thomas stirs again.

"Thank you," Thomas mumbles against his neck, "for not hating me."

Ethan stiffs before he relaxes again: "Of course not."

"Do you think we will work as a band now?" Thomas buries his face against his neck.

"It'll be okay."

"Did Vic or you tell him to apologise?" Thomas asks, slightly shaking in his arms.

"No, Dam just asked us for your new number. He wanted to apologise himself."

Again there's only silence and darkness surrounding them. But there's still one question Ethan wants answered, there's an idea forming in his head.

"Tho?"

"Eth?"

"Do you still write her?"

There's rustling next to him. He blinks and the next time he opens his eyes, he holds Thomas' phone in his hands. Thomas' Instagram DM's with you are opened. Messages you never answered but there's the little heart emoji under the text that shows that someone liked the message.

I think, I never said it but I'm sorry.

Ethan scrolls further up, sees text blur together, sees the hearts on Thomas' texts but how he never got an answer, except once. He scrolls down, and blinks at the screen confused, then it's gone again. Thinking that he imagined it, he wants to give the phone back to Thomas but just before he does, it starts again.

Typing …

Nothing happens, no text appears, but the plan is shaping up in Ethan's head - the last five years have been enough.

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"I know this is really weird," Ethan says, "Look, do you still talk to …"

He's getting cut off: "Yes, we still talk. It's okay, we just fucked, you made that really clear. What do you want?"

"Could you do me a favour and get her to a party?"

"Are you going to tell me why?"

"I can't go on seeing Thomas like this," he says, "They have to talk."

"You can't lie to me, I know which arrangement you had." There's a sigh on the other side of the phone. "You want it back as well."

"I'm already happy when he's not breaking down again. He still loves her, that's more important and more than enough for me."

"It has been years."

"Please! Before they are running away from each other again."

"I'm sorry, she just broke up with someone, I don't know if it's a good idea to just confront her with Thomas of all people right now."

"Just this one favour, I don't know who to ask otherwise."

"What do I get for being a part of this stupid plan?"

"Seeing a happy end?" A small laugh, but he counts it as a victory. "I would give you my soul if I have to, I just want to see him happy after all this."

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Five Years ago - The Breakup

Hindsight is always easier than foresight. You know now, Thomas knows now and Ethan knows now as well. Now is just too late. It wasn't what was said that ended your relationship - it was what went unsaid. At least that is what you tell yourself, but it's too late.

Just lock the door when you leave.

Just chuck the keys into my letterbox.

You cry downstairs when you are in front of his mailbox, his keys in hand. He isn't going after you to say that he's sorry. There's nothing - just silence.

Did you just break up with me?

You should have known, should have known better. Should have known before they even came back home from tour, but you were stupid enough to tell yourself that it will all turn out to be okay in the end. It didn't, you can see that now. You should have known when he went to parties more often than picking up the phone for calls you agreed on before. Forgetting calls all together and him being more distant than not.

Just when you're about to throw the keys into the letterbox, there's a hand on your shoulder and then Ethan pulls you into a hug. For a few seconds you had hope. You were clinging to the last bit of hope on this gloomy November day, all to have it shattered.

"I'm sorry," he says and hugs you closer.

You can't do anything than cry into his shirt, onto his shoulder. Your phone vibrates in your hand, has the keys making a jiggling noise.

"He doesn't mean it, don't believe him," Ethan says, "he missed you. Thomas missed you so much, he thought it would make it worse and that it would make it worse for you or him."

You don't answer, you just stare down on your phone.

Yes

The keys you drop into Ethan's hand are almost falling to the floor. And then you leave them behind.

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FIVE YEARS AGO

"Los Angeles?" Vic looks at him surprised, "Are you sure, Thomas?"

He just nods, nervously picks at his nail polish.

"Why?"

"Vivi wants to go," Thomas isn't looking at her, "might be easier for her to start a career there than here. You know how hard everything here is."

"I'm sorry, what?" The expression on Victoria's face changes from surprised to something like outraged. "You know her for what? Two months of fucking? If she has any talent, she'll also make it here, you of all people should know that."

Thomas just shrugs, avoids her gaze, and Vic sighs.

"Are you that heartbroken?"

He shrugs again, doesn't want to face the truth.

"I told you, that she would break your heart."

"I …," Thomas looks at his hands - thinks of the day the break up happened, "I was the one who broke up with her."

"Maso!" The anger gives way to a sadder look on Vic's face. "You are so in love, and you are still, don't lie to me. I don't understand, why?"

"I thought it would hurt less when I do it."

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You try to ignore it, you try to ignore the rumours and the gossip that reaches your ears - the whispers around the city. It works, but only until someone you almost forgot you know, sends you an article that you open without thinking even one second about it. You should have, you shouldn't have looked at this. Shouldn't have seen what you so desperately tried to avoid the last couple of months.

There's no need to read the article, you just see the photo. Thomas in an intimate embrace with a woman. He has his tongue down her throat, or the other way round, you're not sure. Deep down, you don't even want to know. Then you switch off your phone. You don't want to think about it, but it doesn't work.

Even in the evening when you're home and switch your phone on again, you're still thinking about it. Not getting the image out of your head, the bottle of white wine doesn't help, it just has you thinking about Thomas again, and about Ethan. The one night, you all got drunk on wine and high on weed, crossfaded - a happy pile on Thomas' couch, some obscure horror film playing in the background. Ethan kissing your neck, and Thomas giggling under you, how he tried to kiss you on the lips but his lips landed right under your eye. How he poked his tongue out, slowly licked and Ethan laughed against your shoulder. But on your phone, you can see more photos. Thomas holding hands, Ethan somewhere in the distance, the girl looking straight into the camera and you want to throw your phone against the wall.

For one second, you in your head you play with the thought to call him. Just to hear his voice, to be soft, but you don't. You call one of the friends you made in Rome, a friend you made because of him, after he took you out for dinner the first time. Thomas' friend, Franca - the waitress that evening, with who you hit it off. She showed you around bars when he wasn't there, talked with you - teached you more Italian, became a friend. Exactly like Thomas wanted to, I knew you would like each other.

"Hi," you feel bad, "I'm so sorry to call. I know he's your friend, probably more than mine but, I, I just don't know what-"

"Sweetheart," her voice is soft, "so you saw it? I'm so sorry. It's okay, he's an idiot, he was told. You're my friend as well."

"Thanks," you sniff slightly, "This hurts. He couldn't wait at least more than a month or two before almost climbing someone in public?"

"I know this isn't any condolence, but Ethan and Vic both told him, this isn't going to turn out any good and everything else …," she stops.

Sweet Ethan, you think.

"What do you mean? Everything else?"

"Are you sure, you want to know this?" She asks. You know, you shouldn't say yes to this question, it was enough for today, but you still do. "I'll sent you a screenshot, and you know what we should do? Go out, there's plenty of fish in the sea. We'll get you something better."

Problem is, you don't want anything better. You want Thomas. You want Ethan as well - but it doesn't hurt as much.

The screenshot almost makes you cry, it's a photo of Thomas and the woman you saw too many times today already. She's pressing her lips to one of his cheeks, just next to a freckle you loved to kiss, her arms around him. Worse is only the caption: Can't wait to start a new and better life with my sweetheart, the absolute love of my life, in Los Angeles next month.

"Los Angeles?" You should be happy that you'll have Rome to yourself again, that you don't have to be careful where to step, to not run into any of them. You feel nothing. "This day was enough, I think."

"You don't know the best part yet. She actually tagged him in this post but not only him, she somehow managed to tag the band account as well." A tiny bit you even have to laugh. "Ethan apparently lost it, saying he doesn't want to be associated with this. And Vic commented under it Are you tagging us to remind us that we'll have band practice over video call now, or why are we seeing this. And now, I promised you to party."

"Actually …," you thought about it before but now is the time to really do it, "I would rather look for a new job than for a stopgap just to fuck."

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There's some kind of magical string pulling you to the bar that day. The bar you met in, where Thomas first act upon seeing you was to empty his Tequila Sunrise over your dress by accident. Just when you want to step into the bar, you can see a blond man with messy hair turn around quickly and walk away - you shake your head at yourself, you're seeing ghosts.

You just want to get a drink, watch people for a bit, and go home but when you come back from the bar, Vic is sitting at the table where you usually sit.

"I know, I know, yes I got it," she says into her phone, "I just thought, you wouldn't cancel on me after you should have been already here. I get that you still have to pack stuff but …"

She hangs up with a sigh, then she looks at you: "I can't believe he just bailed on me like that."

"Welcome to the club," you want to be sarcastic but the bite is missing from your voice.

Victoria chuckles, but quickly stops when she sees your face: "I can't believe, he's really going to move to Los Angeles of all places. Half my life he was always just a few streets away."

You can feel your lips start to quiver, your hand slightly shaking. Vic takes your drink out of your hand and then she pulls you down into a hug.

"God, I'm so sorry," she whispers while you cry into her soft cardigan, "This must be hard for you as well."

"Please don't tell him."

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When you're home hours later, you stare at the Instagram DM Thomas sent you a while ago:

I just wanted to tell you that I'm moving to LA. I wanted you to know from me, not from somewhere else.

You didn't answer - there was nothing left to say. You already knew.

It should have been the quickest way to get you back home but now you're already standing in the streets for the last ten minutes. Autumn is just around the corner, it's early September, and you are standing in front of Thomas' flat. Thomas' old flat - he moved end of June, you try to tell you that it's better like this. That he's gone, but it doesn't work, you tell yourself the same when you see pictures in glossy magazines or when you accidentally see Thomas' Instagram's posts. It always hurts whatever you tell yourself.

You try not to let your thoughts wander back in time, you try not to think about them. But before you can tell yourself not to do it, you think about how many times you went up the stairs to Thomas' flat. How you went up the stairs the first time after the night at Ethan's place.

They just came back from some little promo tour they had for a little over a week and Ethan asked if you would come over to Thomas' place later. You couldn't say no, you where just wondering why Thomas didn't text anything all evening and isn't the one who's opening the door for you.

"Where's Thom?"

"In the living room." Ethan grins at you, glass of wine in hand. You can only hear the intro music of a film playing from the living room. "He'll be happy to see you."

Contrary to what you expected Thomas isn't sitting on the couch, he's laying on his back, on the wooden floor boards - almost naked. You kneel down next to him, to press a kiss to his cheek. Affectionately you let your fingers glide through his hair. He wants to say something but he can only whine and mumble against the soft scarf that is between his lips, used to gag him. You let your hands wander over his body, his waist, his hips, play with the hairs of his happy trail until he whines again and tries to buck his hips up.

Ethan kneels down next to him on his other site and carefully gets the scarf out of his mouth. He wipes the spit away from Thomas' chin with his thumb.

"We will watch a film now." Ethan says, "If you promise me to make no noise, you can come up to the couch and we can leave this off."

Thomas sits between you two, while you are still dressed. Everytime Thomas does want to say something or a whine almost lefts his mouth, he carefully bites into Ethan's shoulder or into your arm. When there's a heated scene of two people fucking against a wall, Thomas loses the battle with himself and lets a loud whine slip past his lips. It doesn't help that you let your hand slip into his slightly tented briefs and let your fingers swirl around his tip. He whines even louder.

"You have to go back down." Ethan says, slapping your hand lightly, so you take it off Thomas' and then he pauses the film. "Just lay down, stick your tongue out."

Thomas does lay down, while Ethan takes off your trousers and your panties: "You can have him, but not his dick, otherwise you can play with him, 'kay?"

You kind of have an idea what he wants to see, and you don't want to disappoint, you know Thomas doesn't want to either. You wipe some of the drool away from Thomas' face. He looks up to you, a little bit unsure - you still remember how he said he isn't good at this.

"You'll do great," you reassure him before you put both your feet next to his head, grab a handful of his hair and lower your body down. "I know it, just keep your tongue out, babe."

He is doing more than keeping his tongue out, he's trying to go with your movements. Carefully licking through your folds, then faster - a little bit harsher, before he switches back to carefully. You move his head, his tongue gliding in and out. Whoever made him believe that he's not good at this, deserves to be haunted for their rest of their life, you think. When you pull him off, he presses his tongue flat against your clit, slightly circles it. It feels so good, you almost cum and you would but Ethan pulls you off. Thomas heavily panting under you.

It doesn't take long to free Thomas of his briefs, or to get him to fuck you. You're bouncing up and down playfully on his dick, you can feel how he restrains himself to not just buck up into you.

"You did such a good job," you can hear Ethan tell him, "You don't have to hold back."

And he doesn't. The next second your back hits the floor and he's over you. There's no restraints anymore, just Thomas going deeper, moaning into your mouth. The only word you can think off is wild, and you definitely see the stars when you cum.

A loud noise gets you out of your memories, people being noisy, carrying boxes. Just when your phone is ringing and you pick it up almost in trance.

We would like to offer you the job.

The For Rent sign is taken down. Someone new is moving in. He isn't coming back, you realise. It's not feeling like a weird and unpleasant dream anymore, it feels like reality crashing down over you. And you are offered the job you always dreamed of. In Sydney, a city you never asked for. You look up to Thomas' window, the window you have seen him smoke out so often and know that you'll not see him again like this, and you say yes.

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Thomas is sitting on the roof of his rented house. Cigarette between his lips, guitar next to him, he's watching the sunset in the distance. He can't tell if he's happy, the only thing he knows for sure is that he's drunk. Incredibely drunk. He went up to the roof after Vivi asked him another time this week, if he could show her photos to some people, as she did the months before. Thomas tried, he did try for her, showed them to some people he thought might have pity - either with him or with her - or would like them, but everyone told him the same. No. It escalated into a fight and then into a fight about something else, not the first time since they moved, or even this month and not only because of this alone.

He's tired. Tired of running after people for other people. Tired of the fighting. Tired of band practice over webcam. Tired of Vic and Damiano looking at him pityfully. And he's so tired of Ethan looking at him as if he had told him that stars aren't real and the big celestial bodies are only an illusion he made up in his head years ago. He's so tired of it.

Don't fucking cry. He tells himself.

He is tired of being tired. Thomas takes another sip of his drink that is too bitter. He loves sitting on the roof with the last sunrays of the day but he misses his balcony in Rome and his small kitchen full of people, cooking that goes wrong and food that can't be eaten but he still had fun. Now there are still people in his kitchen but every day blends into the other, people talk to him as if he's an animal in a zoo and he's getting scolded for burning something more often than feeling lips on his forehead, in his hair or on his cheeks - and collective laughter.

Do you think stars have a life?

There's no thought in his head when he writes it, no one stopping him sending it. Nothing happens, until a little heart appears under his text. Causing his own heart to jump in his chest. He waits but there's nothing else, no answer.

I hope Sydney makes you happy x

No answer.

I'm not. Happy, I mean. He writes it, but before sending it, he deletes it and dials Ethan's number instead.

"It's early," Ethan says. There's a voice next to him and Thomas can hear how he gets out of bed.

"It's late," Thomas says, "Do you think stars have a life?"

"Do you want to hear the scientific answer?" Ethan asks and sighs. "Or are you asking for a story?"

"A fairytale?" He picks up his guitar, it almost wheeps when he plays. He still isn't ready to cry but his guitar wants to. "Please?"

"Hundreds of light years away, in a bright galaxy full of other stars, there was once a little star …"

He only gets down the roof late in the night. Vivi is standing in the corridor, looking tired and she snaps at him.

"Did you have fun?" she asks, "While I had to tell your friends that you aren't in a good mood and everyone looked at me like I'm the most pathetic person in the room?"

"Vivi."

"No. Don't look at me like that, like you're all sad and your life is horrible with me but like you're sorry," she says, "You cannot always leave an argument like this Thomas."

His voice is smaller than he wants it to be: "I didn't invite those people, you did. You can't just invite people to my house. They aren't my friends, how many times do I have to repeat? You started an argument in front of them because you started with your," he makes air quotes, "Can you believe he still didn't ask me to marry him again."

"Yes, because we had this conversation so many times. I told you I want to get married, get a hint."

"You want me to marry you? Fine." He is tired, he's still so fucking tired. "I'll buy you a ring. Go dress shopping or whatever people do that get married."

"You finally came around?" She smiles and puts an arm around his hips, "We will make such a great couple, I already know the perfect dress, you will love me in it."

"I'm crashing in a hotel." He takes his guitar and his car keys. And then he's out the door, he wants to get out, he just wants to breathe.

In the end he does buy a ring. He even goes down on his knees. He's so fucking tired. He wishes he really could be the little star light years away that so desperately wants to be a shooting star and is still finding happiness in the end.

I got engaged

This time he isn't waiting for an answer, a reaction, isn't staring at his phone. He knows there will be no answer - there's nothing else to say.

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They tour Europe and Thomas finally feels like he can breathe again. He calls Vivi after gigs, lets her talk about wedding decisions she makes without him. But more often than not, he sends you a quick message. A photo from Florence, an anecdote how he almost fell off stage in France, that he misses talking to you from Stockholm and a selfie of him and Ethan with the Colosseum in the background from Rome which you saved to your phone.

"Do you think Sydney is nice?" Thomas asks Damiano one evening.

"You want to tour Australia, huh?" Damiano looks back at him but then his look changes. "It's not about touring, is it?"

Thomas shakes his head.

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FOUR YEARS AGO

It's already early May when Ethan comes to visit him in Los Angeles. He's excited, excited to see his friend, excited to have nothing to do and he hopes that he is finally getting away from deciding which colour the tablecloths at the wedding should have, which they still don't have a date for and will more than likely still be months away.

The first two days are the best he had since the tour ended. Just Ethan and him going to the beach, eating ice cream and existing next to each other. There's a party in the evening and Thomas almost gets Ethan to dance on a table with him but in the end he smiles fondly at him and stays on the ground. Thomas laughs when Ethan puts his hands on his hips to get him off the table at the end of the night. He still smiles when Ethan strokes his sweaty bangs out of his face and says goodnight, presses a light kiss to his cheekbone, hours later.

"You came home late!" It's the first thing he hears when he wakes up only hours later. Vivi's voice sharp next to him.

And then all of a sudden it isn't the relaxed holiday anymore he wanted, or Ethan wanted for himself. Vivi always hanging around, pulling him back when he gets too close or when Ethan puts an arm around his waist. There are more photos of her in Thomas' flowy shirts than usual, Thomas in the background sometimes, a hand here, an engagement ring there. A little reminder. Not one minute she leaves them alone, Ethan rolls his eyes when she cuddles up to Thomas at the pool one afternoon, making out with him until Ethan takes his book and leaves for his room.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing!?" She puts her hand on his chest. "You don't like it?"

"That's not what I'm talking about. Am I under surveillance or something?"

"You fucked with him, or someone with him, I don't care. But don't think I'll let him out of my sight or alone with you. That one party was enough."

"You're exaggerating," Thomas tells her but Vivi isn't listening anymore, "There's nothing you have to worry about. You know we aren't getting back together."

Ethan is staying away from him the next days, doing his own thing. Sending Thomas a photo from an art gallery he is going to, while Vivi is dragging him to another one at the other end of the city. He has a headache. Somehow there's a snapshot of him holding hands in an Italian gossip magazine a day later which Damiano sends him a photo off.

You remember when Ethan told us about his fave painting? And how the brushstrokes are unique? I wish, I could still remember the painting's name without asking him but I only remember the name of the tea I had. Who names a tea Dulce & Banana?

One morning, the second week of Ethan's stay, Ethan and Thomas take their breakfast to the pool. Listening to music together and Thomas rests his head on Ethan's shoulder while biting into a croissant.

"Smile!" Ethan says and then everything goes a little bit too fast. Thomas smiles when Ethan points his phone camera to them. While Vivi sneaks in from behind just in the moment Ethan rises his hand to show the camera his middlefinger, directly in front of her face. Strangely he has to giggle when he sees the end result. Vivi on the other hand is fuming, Thomas just looks at him, a little bit annoyed, a little bit lost. He posts it anyways and thinks about getting a hotel room for the rest of his stay.

"Can you at least try to be nice to her?" Thomas says later in the day.

Before Ethan can answer, Vivi lays her arm around Thomas: "We're going out for dinner now, right?"

"Are you joining?"

"No, I'm going to look for a hotel room."

Later he does look for a hotel room but before he books it, he decides to facetime Victoria.

"How are you two? Oh…" Vic looks at him surprised, "Where's Thom?"

"Out for dinner, with Vivi."

"Your holidays aren't that great?" She asks.

He tells her everything that gets on his nerves, how it feels like he can't talk to Thomas even five minutes a day. How he really doesn't want to be here and that he really was excited to be here in the beginning.

"This is why I didn't want to join." Chili is crawling into her lap. "Or why Damiano and I decided she isn't allowed to join us on tour."

"You decided this without me?"

Victoria sighs: "You can never be angry with him for long, damn you can't even say no to him even when he's the biggest fucking idiot." Vic and Chili are both looking at him. "Dami didn't want the paparazzi to swamp us, they somehow turn up when she's around, and I didn't want you to have to see this the whole time."

"Okay."

"Ethan, you … As I said you can't say no to him, he just has to look at you. We … we also thought it would be …," she shakes her head, "You and him is a different story, I didn't want to make it harder for you or him or for … For, you know, for her."

"Okay."

"And … I can see he's suffering."

Ethan startles when there's a knock on the door. Thomas in front of it.

"Did you eat?"

"Shitty pizza and an even shittier salad."

Thomas looks at Ethan's laptop: "One of your fuckbuddies?"

"I hope I'm better than that!?"

All three of them laugh, and Vic hangs up. Thomas gives him a paper bag. It contains some pastries and a salad that isn't shit according to Thomas and two pre-mixed cocktails in bottles.

"Can I come in?" Thomas asks, "I'm sorry because of earlier."

They go up to the roof in silence, they eat in silence, they drink in silence.

"Do you really want this engagement, Thom?"

"I don't know," he shrugs - fumbles for a cigarette.

"If you could start over with your life would you do it?" Ethan tries to change his approach. "Would you change anything?"

"Hmmm," Thomas looks down at the cigarette between his fingers, "I would. I would do a lot different now. Let the devil be my witness, I would do things differently."

"When she would have come up with me again, would you have still broken up?"

"Did you ask her to come up again?" Thomas looks at him - hurt and broken.

"No."

"Does it matter then?"

Ethan swallows. Maybe it doesn't matter after all. There's only cigarette smoke and silence between them.

"Can I stay here?" Thomas plays with his ring, twists it on his finger, puts it on another finger before he puts it back where it belongs.

Thomas cuddles close to him when they are in bed. All Thomas wants is another story, and Ethan settles on a story that one of his older sisters told him when he was a child.

Thomas is almost asleep, when he speaks again: "Can we book a room for us together?"

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Sydney isn't Rome. You knew but it still shocks you how the city and you aren't getting along - there's a point mid-year where you have to admit that you aren't going to be friends. Everywhere you step, everywhere you walk, you miss Rome. History surrounding you, traffic chaos, you miss it. It doesn't help that your new job isn't as good as you made it out to be in your head and your manager a dickhead.

Sometimes you think about how easy it would be to write Thomas. Like you did before, talk about your day, that your job is shit, how stressed you are. That the grass isn't always greener on the other side. You wish, you could hear his voice, hear him talk and fall asleep to the sound of his guitar. You want to tell him that you recently saw a poster of them a street you walk every day but the next morning someone already sprayed over it and you imagine how he would laugh and make a joke.

You don't write him, you don't answer when he writes. But in the end, you post a photo of you packing boxes. And a month later you post a photo of you back in Rome.

I hope Rome missed me as much as I missed Rome.

It's your first night back. You're happy, sitting on your new balcony with a bottle of wine. You're happy and melancholic. Thomas sends you a &lt;3 - and you almost start to cry.

I miss Rome as well

Realisation that you will think about him at every corner you turn and every street you cross again strikes you when you see his message.

Do you remember when you told me you didn't regret kissing me?

You do - you remember it still too clearly.

A few months after the first night at Ethan's place. After a few more nights together, you in Thomas' bed and in his arms for most of the evening. Until Thomas is turning onto his stomach and you end up sitting on his thighs, pressing kisses to his neck and shoulders.

"Do you regret being here?" Thomas mumbles into his pillow.

"No." Another kiss to his shoulder. "Why would I? I'm exactly where I want to be?"

"You really don't regret kissing me the first time at the pool?"

"I don't regret it," you say, "And I meant everything I said as well."

Thomas is still slightly humming into the pillow when Ethan joins you two in bed.

"You smell like sex," Thomas says, turns his head - and lifts his head into Ethan's touch when Ethan tousles his hair.

Ethan just grins while you're busying yourself with continuing to kiss Thomas' shoulder blades.

It's your deal. Ethan will do whatever he does, whatever he wants - go and come how he pleases. Will join you whenever he likes, taking advantage of the spare key Thomas gave him. More often than not. Thomas is different, a constant. But in the end Ethan isn't that different - he always comes back to both of you.

"Yes," he kisses your cheek, "You two don't, are you just cuddling?"

Now it's your turn to grin. Thomas shivers when you put your hand on the small of his back and breath lightly against his ear: "I think, Thomas would love to cum."

"Would he?"

Thomas nods and whimpers quietly, looking at you with pleading eyes.

"What would have happened if I wouldn't have come home?"

"He wouldn't cum." Thomas whimpers again, "Obviously."

You know, somewhere along the lines, Thomas will get his revanche at you for this. Later, when you do smell like sex, Thomas and Ethan cuddled close to you, you think home.

You still think about it sometimes, home.

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I felt safe.

He looks at the text, but deletes it, puts his phone down and goes for his guitar instead, he plays mindlessly. He plays until his mind is blank, no emotion or feeling left.

When he goes back to the bedroom, Vivi is in bed, red lingerie, but what catches Thomas off guard is his phone in her hands.

"What are you doing?"

"You changed your PIN?" She looks at him. "I also can't open it anymore with my fingerprint?"

"You shouldn't be on my phone."

He's tired. He's so tired again.

"You are hiding something from me." It's not even a question.

"No."

He doesn't. She knows, knew from the beginning, she still decided she wanted a relationship with him. Wanted to move to Los Angeles together, wanted to marry him. Maybe she really is in love, he thinks. He was at one point, maybe still is a bit, otherwise he wouldn't be here. But then he realises that she got him away from all his friends, from home, he feels alone. She's always there, but he's still alone. He's always wrong, sometimes he isn't, when she wants something. With everytime she posts a photo of her in one of his shirts, it gets worse. With every pic he posts, with every ohhhh and awwww in the comments, while Vivi is there to ridicule him, he wants to get away.

"Sure, lets say I'll believe you." She gets up and tries to open his shirt. "I didn't get into this for nothing."

"Not in the mood."

"You're never in the mood. You could at least fuck me, Thomas."

And then she rushes out of the room.

He wants to go home.

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Once again, it's November. And he breaks up with someone. It almost becomes a tradition, he's sarcastic to cope.

"You promised to marry me."

Thomas doesn't say anything.

"I wish we never met," she takes a plate that is next to the sink. "Everyone warned me about you."

That rings a bell, Thomas thinks but he keeps silent. He's too afraid he'll fold again, stay.

"You'll regret this." The plate flies towards him, he can just duck before it flies over his head and shatters on the wall. The last time it was a tea cup - he wants to cry. "I'll make you regret this."

He sinks down the wall, ends up between the shards of the broken plate.

"Please, stop." Thomas says, when he sees Vivi reach for another plate. "Stop."

"You'll see what happens next."

She throws her engagement ring at him and leaves.

And he finally cries.

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Thomas goes home for Christmas, he isn't planning on going back. He's back in Rome and he wants to stay.

He posts a picture of him being back.

I'll never be as happy somewhere as here

He smiles at his phone when you like the post, Ethan smiling at him in return.

Vic, Damiano, Ethan and him are spending New Year's in his new flat. Damiano cooking with Ethan's help. Vic annoying them with party crackers. He laughs, he's happy, he needed this.

"I missed you." Victoria hugs him from behind, then she annoys him with a party whistle, blowing it directly against his stomach.

The New Year starts with too much champagne, laughter, his friends and a walk Ethan takes him on.

"I'm glad you're back." Ethan offers him a cigarette. "Did you tell her you're back?"

"No." But Thomas smiles. "I think she knows."

He stays back a little, Ethan walking ahead slowly. There's one thing, he wanted to do, he gets the engagement ring out of his coat. Looking at the Tiber, he breathes in deeply, it's cold, then he throws it into the river and he sees it sink.

Happy New Year &lt;3

Happy New Year, Thom!

If he would have looked up, he would have seen you cross the bridge he walked over only minutes ago.

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Three Years Ago

Your year starts out differently than expected. It really starts a few days after it already started and it starts at a place you didn't expect, the supermarket. Almost it doesn't catch your attention but then you have a closer look. It's a magazine you see, and take from the rack. It's a flashy one with big letters and attention grabbing headlines and the word EXCLUSIVO in red. What grabs your attention is the photo of Thomas, and his ex, the photo photoshopped to seem torn apart and the exclusive interview the cover teases. Her name printed beneath another picture of her and the Polyamouros affair with his bandmate - what else did she have to go through? headline makes your head spin. You buy it and hurry to get home.

Your head spins even more, when you read it.

We already sent invitations for our wedding.

He broke up with me on my birthday.

He kicked me out of our shared house, without letting me get my stuff, in the middle of the night.

Before me, he had an affair with Ethan and some random girl. They both f*cked her, he tried to keep it a secret. This probably explains why he's incapable of real intimacy, one just isn't enough for him. I'm still wondering if he cheated on me during our time together, they were on tour, maybe they just fucked random groupies.

Maybe that's why we didn't have sex.

You can't believe that she got two double pages and you can't believe that she's talking about Thomas. Your Thomas. Maybe you don't want to believe it.

The next days the story is all over the place. Your friends who knew, blowing up your phone. Even Victoria reaches out to you.

Thomas keeps silent, the only thing which is said, that the statements do not reflect true events, is coming from their publicist. You can see him getting shit, see the hateful comments.

I cried in the shower. fuck.

That's what Thomas writes one night later.

I didn't do anything of this. I should have stayed with her, she said she would make me regret it.

You want to hug him, you want to tell him that everything will be okay. You don't, the moment just passes.

Ethan posts something close to a statement in his stories, which Thomas reposts.

The only thing, I want to say is this: All 3 people have consented to this form of relationship, no one cheated. It was a relationship with a person we adore and not some "random girl", it was full of love from all sides. Don't judge.

And then the narrative changes.

Their wedding planner speaking up, that no invitations where sent: "They didn't even have a date? Do you send invitations to your wedding without a date?"

Her birthday is in March - they broke up in November.

"I saw her throwing a cup at him after a party, because he ruined her party at his house, he paid rent for. He didn't say a peep."

"She left, he didn't kick her out. This is what she wrote me after they ended their relationship."

And then the story dies, another attention grabbing story coming along.

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It's over and done with, he tells himself when he's laying down to get his new tattoo on his birthday. Vic got him to go to therapy, after she saw the story with the cup and asked if it's true. He was hesistant, but he has to admit, she was right, it's better. Sometimes, like now, he is afraid it isn't over, that she'll make him regret it, somehow.

Then the needle starts and there's only the feeling of getting tattooed. Just blissful pain.

"You have to show," Vic says at the next band practice and then she already pulls down his loose joggers, "Come on! I already couldn't really admire that tattoo over your ass when you got it."

"Vic!" He pulls his joggers up again while Ethan and Damiano giggle. "It's on my back, not my ass."

She puts her hand on his back, just over the waistband of his joggers, directly over his ass: "I said, over your ass, not on your ass and now show me that new tattoo."

Thomas starts pulling his joggers down again before Damiano opens his mouth, "Please don't show us your dick."

"What is wrong with all of you. It's not on my dick, just on my pelvis, really upper thigh."

"Next to it," she laughs and then she has a closer look, "Interesting."

It's a small colosseum, around it a snake that carries a little star.

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It's early May and it starts slowly. The comments in his direction getting more, as Damiano starts getting more and more frustrated. Their newest album not getting the best reviews or the good attention they hoped for, it's their fifth, it shouldn't matter, they are working on the sixth. The hype died down, it's normal, Ethan tells him, it's okay. And Vic telling him to concentrate less on numbers again.

"You have been a mess since the day I met you." Damiano says one day.

It's dead silent in the room. Vic shakes his head at him.

"What?" Thomas' voice is small.

"You are a mess. Ethan even had to get the press to not publish the name of your ex because your other one is crazy."

"Dami, stop." Ethan says, he bites his lips.

"What?"

"They asked for a statement from me and they mentioned her name," Ethan sighs, "I paid them to not mention it. It's okay, I didn't want you to worry about it again."

The nail in the coffin follows two weeks later. It escalates one day. They are sitting in the practice room again, nothing wants to work, no riff, no lyrics, nothing. Damiano lashes out at all three of them and Thomas smokes more than he plays guitar. During his next smoking break, he feels for a folded sheet of paper in his pocket. They should try it, he thinks, it could work better than everything they have. He has a riff in his head for it, he has an idea for on intro, he has the lyrics written down - maybe Damiano can tweak them.

"This is childish," Damiano says after only reading the first line.

"'kay. When you think, I'm childish, I'll leave." Thomas looks at the paper in Damiano's hand. "You're hurting me. I'm not going through this again."

"Thomas, come on. We just need something better tha-"

"I'll get my stuff later."

Ethan takes the paper out of Damiano's hand: "Oh, Thom!"

But Thomas is already out of the door.

"What?"

"It's a fairytale I made up for him. It's about a little star that wants to be a shooting star but shooting stars aren't real stars, the little star isn't meant or even built to be one. The story is about the little star which tries to be something else without realising that people love it for what it is. The little star is unhappy, it wants to be a star that others wish upon, bring them luck but shooting stars are meteors burning, just surviving for us to see before they burn up and hit the ground, they die, Damiano." Ethan gives the paper back to him, "And stars are beatiful nonetheless. I thought he didn't understand."

"And now?" Vic asks carefully.

"He'll be here tomorrow."

But Thomas isn't there the next day. His guitars - gone, his pedals - gone, his equipment - gone, his hoodie he left behind the day before - gone.

"And now?" Vic asks again, sitting on the floor where Thomas usually would sit.

"I'm not doing this without Thomas. You have been a real dickhead to him the past weeks, he had every right to leave. Why did you have to be so condescending to him?"

And then Ethan leaves.

"I … This only started because of Thomas, he started this with me. We had that silly little dream together to become rockstars. It only worked because of Thomas. Then it should also end with him. I'm sorry, I … can't do this without him, I don't want to."

And then Vic is gone as well.

Only Damiano stays behind, the piece of paper in his hands.

Saggezza delle stelle

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I broke up the band. Can I do anything right?

The news say they are taking a break, you saw it. But you believe him when he writes that they broke up as a band. You believe it even more, when Ethan reaches out to you. He isn't saying much, he's only asking you to reach out to Thomas, that he thinks he isn't feeling well. You're on the way to your first date in a while when you get the text. You don't answer - you don't write Thomas when Pedro the guy you saw for lunch is asking you for a second date.

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Thomas opens a bar, it's late summer. He thought about it, what to do with his life now and decided he wants a break from music. He doesn't want to write music for money - he wants to enjoy it, wants to love playing guitar just for the love of playing. He doesn't think that anyone would care anyways and then he started thinking, ended up with a tapas bar. It should be small, full of people and laughter. The opening is a party, he's happy.

Ethan is there, next to him behind the bar. Someone is missing, but Thomas is too chicken to reach out to Vic - he still has the feeling he ruined part of her life. Ethan told him, that she tries to cope, that it's hard but that they all will find their way. Thomas misses her, he misses their dinner dates and their silly rituals.

"To something new!" His mum cheers to him and he cheers back.

Do you think people who are hurt can be happy?

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"Thomas, are you okay?"

It's a simple question, or at least should be one. He only came to the bar tonight to meet his date. Now he isn't answering, just stares past his barkeeper, into the tiny room of the bar full of guests. There's only static noise in his brain. And then he bolts for the backdoor, just runs. He runs until his lungs give out, stands with his back to the wall in a small alley, and lets himself sink down.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Tears are stinging in his eyes. He really thought this would be over, he can't even remember how long it his been since that one rainy, gloomy day one past November. Or how long it has been since that one day in May. How long it has been since the last band practice. Or when he saw Vic or Ethan the last time. Or how long it's been since he came back from Los Angeles, with an engagement ring in his pocket that he threw into the river. Sinking down, just like one of his other dreams. He can't tell how long it's been, but he still remembers that voice.

"Fuck!"

He balls his hands into fists, slams them against the hard stone wall behind him. And he doesn't stop, he sniffs. He only stops when there's blood dripping drown his hands. Drips down from his knuckles onto the silver of his ouroborous ring, he gets blood into his blond hair somehow and winces when his knuckles slam against the wall another time.

"Fuck, please."

He pulls the hood of his hoodie over his head, into his face. No need for anyone seeing him like this, maybe even someone who still knows who he is. He searches for cigarettes, winces again when his opened skin comes in contact with the fabric of his jeans, but there are no cigarettes. He must have lost them, like he lost the last bit of his dignity. He thinks and laughs bitterly before he curls into himself. Somehow he manages to get his phone.

"Thomas?"

"Can you pick me up, please?"

"Sure? From the bar? Was your date this terrible?"

Thomas swallows, he never even saw his date. He stepped in and out of his bar in the timespan of two minutes.

"I'm not." He winces again. "Just pick me up, please. Ethan, please."

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"Are you okay?"

It's another date, in a small tapas bar that is bustling, loud and full of people. With Pedro, the first person in a while you think that it could work with.

"Hmmm sure," but you're distracted. Distracted by a conversation that goes on behind you.

"Thomas, are you okay?"

When you turn, you can see someone in a hurry. Blond hair, tall. You shake your head, you must have imagined.

The evening goes on, you drink one of the best glasses of white wine you had in while. Talk, have fun, you laugh. This will work out, you tell yourself, how so often with him.

"Hi!? I'm here for Thomas, is he here somewhere?"

You wan't to ignore it again but the next sentence punches you in your gut.

"No, sorry. I don't think so. Salvatore, did you see Raggi come back?"

And the next one slaps you square in your face.

"No. We all just saw him bolt out of the backdoor like a mad man earlier but he didn't come back. Can you imagine dude owns this place."

"Are you sure, you are okay? You look like you just saw a ghost."

Blast from the past, you would say. You try not to suffocate yourself on your food.

"No, I'm fine," you hurry to reassure him, "But we could go home after we finish the wine."

He smiles at you.

Later, much later, your phone buzzes on your nightstand. You want to put it back again before you see the Instagram notification and without better judgement, you open the app and the direct message.

There's a kiss on your shoulder.

I miss you. Why do I still fucking miss you?

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"I'm useless." Thomas says a month later, when it happens again. Him running away when he sees you. "Vivi was right, I'm useless and not worth anyone's time."

"Thomas," Ethan brushes through his messy hair, "Please don't believe that, you're worth people's time. Certaintly my time, you aren't useless."

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"How is Tho?" Vic is asking him, nipping on her hot chocolate. It's getting colder outside again.

"Better, I think." Ethan tells her. "I think the bar is good for him, he loves having people around. He loves seeing people happy. I think it's the right thing for him, he's thinking about producing his own wine, he's experimenting with some grapes right now."

Vic hums, looking a little sad: "And how are you?"

"Fucking around."

"Literally?" Vic laughs.

"I fucked up a little?" He laughs as well. "I'm seeing this one girl, I really like her but I'm also seeing this other girl. I like her as well, but I'm not really interested in either of them? I know, it's weird and … well, I kind of forgot to tell them about each other?"

"Come on, you should know how this works." She still laughs before she gets serious again. "I'm glad you're still hanging on to Thomas, despite everything, he deserves someone like you."

When Ethan is driving her back home, Damiano's solo single plays on the radio. They both look at each other and Victoria changes the station.

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You are sitting on your couch, cuddled up. You're home, Pedro next to you.

"Are we together?" He smiles at you.

"Yes."

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"I want to show you something."

Thomas is excited, Ethan can tell and see, Thomas is skipping in front of him, but when they stand in front of the building, Ethan is confused.

"That's the house you throw me into the pool because I fucked your crush?"

"It's also the house she kissed me in the first time." Thomas smiles. "And it was on sale. It's a nice house, I wanted it."

Ethan shakes his head but he still smiles when he sees Thomas being happier than before.

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One Year Ago

You're happy, you really are. Rome feels like home again, you're in a loving relationship, your job finally not draining all energy out of you. Everything feels right again.

Sometimes when you're taking Thomas' umbrella with the dots on it, you're thinking about him. It outlasted him - still in your possesions. Sometimes there are evenings when Thomas writes to you, when he's on your mind. Sometimes Pedro asks if you want to answer him, he would understand, but you always shake your head. It still hurts.

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"Vic, people are looking already."

She's clinging to Thomas' body, arms around his neck and he has to hold her up when she wraps her legs around his thighs.

"I don't care. I haven't seen you in a year, you asshole."

It's true, it's over a year since they have seen each other last. He dreaded it when Vic reached out to him a few days ago but holding her, it already feels like no time passed. They are in his bar, he feels comfortable here. They can sit down, he can offer Vic some food, test his wine on her.

"I almost died a few days ago."

Thomas blinks at her.

"I went to a party, I got a little bit drunk." She smiles sheepishly. "A bit too drunk, I fell into the pool and I swear I almost drowned. I just didn't know how to get up? It was the weirdest feeling."

"How did you get up?" Thomas asks. He feels worse than he felt at the beginning of their conversation. He should have been there, get her out of there. Whatever happened at parties, they always saved each other since they were teenagers. He wasn't there when she would have needed him.

"Ethan was there with some guy and the dude jumped after me into the pool?" She plays with her white wine glass, lets the wine swirl. "He fished me out of the pool."

"I'm glad they were there with you."

"He looked a lot like you," she looks at him and sighs. "I thought it was you and then I thought I'm seeing god and I'll just die. How funny would that have been? I'm gonna die and god is just you judging me."

He laughs with her, he hugs her.

"Less parties for me now. I thought, I could go back to music. Maybe go into producing some stuff? I want to have my own label, encourage more girls going into rock music. I think, I would enjoy that." She pauses, takes another sip of her wine. "I wanted to ask if you would join in? Help me with starting it?"

"I can help a little bit here and there if you want me there," he says, "but don't get me wrong, I won't join. I have the bar, I'm really happy here and I have this project with a charity which advocates about abusive relationships. You could ask Ethan, he would love to do it, I think."

"But I can leave you the option to join in and own the label with us together when you're ready for music again?"

"Sure!" He gives her a pinky promise. "I'm sorry, Vic. I'm sorry that I fucked everything up."

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"Did you ever think about having a thing with two other people at the same time afterwards?" Thomas asks.

"With you?"

"Does it matter?" Thomas turns, pulls the blanket up to the tip of his nose.

"It does." Ethan sighs. "Yes, I actually had and I did think about it. But not with you."

"Oh."

"You need someone who loves you unconditionally. I do love you, but not like you need." Ethan sighs again. "It just worked because she loved you. She always wanted you. I don't think it would work any other way, with any other person."

"She didn't."

"What?"

"Love me!"

He curls up under the blanket.

"Maso," Ethan sits down next to him - brushes his fingers through his hair, "You're an idiot."

"Can you stay please."

"Yes, for tonight."

Ethan is gone the next morning, before Thomas even opens his eyes. Victoria tells him about work, the meetings they have together, and he is helping out but he isn't seeing Ethan again. He doesn't know what happened exactly, he just knows he doesn't want to be a piece of charity work. He also knows he's doing him wrong.

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This Year

You're in the supermarket to get a good bottle of wine. It's your anniversary, and you decided to have dinner on your balcony. You grab the bottle of white wine that springs to your eyes when you have a look around. Until now you just like the label, it's local, from the Lazio region. Before you put the bottle in your basket, you see the label on the back. There's a small picturous photo of a vineyard but next to it is another photo, one of Thomas smiling into the camera.

The bottle glides out of your hands, to the supermarket floor and shatters into pieces. People are looking at you while you try to hold your tears back. You're going back home without a bottle of wine, Pedro in the kitchen.

"I want to break up."

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Unknown number.

It's the fifth time today the number is calling him. He's laying in the sun and finally picks up. The phone almost drops to the ground when he hears Damiano's voice. He almost hangs up on him without saying anything.

But Damiano is faster: "I'm sorry, Tho. I was an asshole. You don't have to forgive me, I just wanted to apologise."

Thomas is silent first, he's in a better place than he was two years ago or even one, he realises. This would have gone differently then, he knows.

"I do," he says, "forgive you."

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You don't regret going to the party your friend dragged you to. You don't regret ending up in Thomas' bed. You don't regret the desperate sex, Thomas on top of and Ethan next to you. There's absolutely no regret when Thomas cuddles closer to you and you all stand in his kitchen the next morning.

You don't regret when you say, that you love him.

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Nothing changed when they all walk into their old rehearsal room.

"How did we get it back?" Vic asks.

"I paid the rent," Thomas says and ignores the looks the others give him.

It takes a while until they get around with each other again, but it works. They have new ideas. Sometimes they don't know how to act, what can be said or is too much but in the end, all of them are happy to be there. Back together.

"I thought we could try something," Damiano says. He pulls a piece of paper out of the pocket of his jeans, it looks more ragged now, after all the folding and unfolding it went through. He looks at Thomas. "If you want to."

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Thomas comes back with Ethan in tow. You're reading a book that you suspect to be Ethan's on Thomas' sofa.

"You're still here?" Thomas looks at you surprised.

"Yes." You swallow. "Did you want me to le-"

"NO!" He's fast to interrupt you and then sinks down next to you on the sofa. "I want you to stay. I want both of you to stay."

You kiss him on the nose and Ethan sits down on your side.

When you're all cuddled up together, you can see a tattoo flash when Thomas' waistband slides down his hips slightly.

"I didn't see this last night." You look at it interested and then tilt your head to look at his face. "Is there a meaning behind this?"

"I'm the snake, the little star is also me, I guess, but it's a story Ethan made up for me. And the colosseum, I missed Rome but … I fell in love you that day we met in front of it and went sightseeing together."

You cuddle up together, watch a film together, and Thomas takes some selfies of you all together. Him cuddled up against you, your head resting on his shoulders and Ethan next to you, his arm around the both of you.

He sends the pic to Vic.

Look who's back together? Just an idiot with his bandmate and some girl.

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END

All my friends told me you'd break my heart

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Warnings: Mentions of an abusive relationship, some smut, angst and the big sad but with a happy end

Other: Thanks to the anon and Alba @maneskings who wanted this story <3

I wanted to make Vivi likeable in the beginning and there's a version where she is but it didn't work as well. There had to be the contrast between everything going wrong for him and seemingly everything going right on the outside and seemingly everything going right for Reader but in reality it doesn't.

And I wanted to make clear that obviously this is fiction and not reality. This is as it said everything going wrong.

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oh i totally didn't realize i hit anon on autopilot but hi!!!!! YES PB AND NIGHTMARE CHICA.....springtrap and moon of course!!! i love them ur honor 🥺 kissa them on the foreheads!!!

avery 👏🏼 our 👏🏼 beloved 👏🏼 also the sibling shenanigans in GOU......the perfect blend of annoying but willing to murder for their younger sibling asdfghjk very valid of him

honestly working haunts is a lot of fun, i've been doing it since 2014!! i've only ever done one theme park style haunt though, cause i primarily work interactive theater haunts which give a lot more freedom with scares a lot of the time! i hope you get to work one at some point, half the fun is really just enjoying being scary and committing to the bit!!! i've genuinely met some of the kindest people working haunts (which is another thing you totally nail with moon and the other nighttime animatronics!! i've seen the same guys make grown men almost cry and then turn around and drop character to get someone who was having an anxiety attack out of the attraction to give them space to breathe; it's incredibly endearing!)

augh sorry for the long ramble asdfghjk but YEAH i've really been enjoying your fics!!!!! there's such a wonderful balance of tension and fluff and SPOOKS.......and again, all of the side characters are really fun and interesting!! i cant wait to see where DLNS goes next 👀👀👀

AAAAA HELLO!! You were the anon! Oh I like your username a lot! Oxymorons my beloved. PB! NC! Moon <3 <3 <3 SPRINGTRAP! (I love writing him as a gentle dad type. He does everything he can to show that he's nothing like the character he was modeled after :') ) They all deserve the forehead kisses, yes!! (Really wanna have Foxy and Monty more present in a story some day... Some day.)

AVERY! And aaaaaa The sibling shenanigans! I don't know if I've shared this before but a lot of Alex's relationship with you is based on my own relationship with my little brother (surprise, I'm the big sibling who annoys my younger sibling XD) Absolutely it'd be hands if my brother ever needed help (even though I'm a little fella)!

Oh, wow! That's like nine whole years of haunts! :0 That's amazing! They do seem like a lot of fun, I'm glad you enjoy them! And I'm glad that you've had so many positive experiences there! People interested in spooky stuff seem to be surprisingly wholesome most of the time, I love that.

No, please, ramble as much as you like! I love rambles! :) I'm so so glad you're enjoying them! Actually, before the DCA stuff, I used to mostly write horror. Wild that I mostly write fluff now XD The side characters! I try to make the world feel a little lived-in so you get better immersion. <3 I can't wait to share where DLNS is heading! Actually I'm working on the next chapter as we speak :)