#i just miss people. i love my long distance friends im so grateful i can have online experiences but i miss. people

[awful-roffle]

i miss the concept of movie theaters. wish they sucked less both in price and experience

[sofs16]

lalalove

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carlosylln my roman empire. horror movie lalaland irl

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ynupdted heavy on the lalaland… they had to break up to pursue their own dreams and they still support each other 😭😭😭

⤷ carloscharles15 wym break up… THEY BROKE UP? ⤷ ynupdted … THEY BROKE UP LIKE A YEAR AGO😭??????? ⤷ carloscharles15 BUT I JUST SAW HER COMMENT ON HIS RECENT? ⤷ ynupdted yeah they comment on each other’s posts but nothing else aside from that 😞

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carlossainz55 Happy new year from the Sainz’s 🥂🎊 Wishing everyone all the best for 2024. We missed you anasainzdec ❤️ view all 1,574 comments

yn.yln Feliz año nuevo, el mejor familia! (happy new year, the best family!) yn.yln Anaaaaa!!!!! Bonita🤍

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⤷ anasainzdec te echo menos, yn🤍 a ti también! (Miss you, yn🤍 you also!) [ liked by yn.yln]

yncarlos ouch first christmas w/o yn 😞

⤷ ynlover girl no need to comment.. im sure theyre all aware 😭😭

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yn.yln absolutely in shambles as i’m typing this but… my sophomore album “silence between songs” will be yours next week, january 8th :,) so incredibly grateful for this opportunity and hope you guys enjoy it 🤍🤍🤍

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carlossainz55 👸🎊

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⤷ totalcarlos MY HEART. anasainzdec😍😍😍

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⤷ yn.yln te quiero😽

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⤷ yn.yln mi padreeee! muchisimas gracias

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yn.yln at a loss for words. silence between songs is out 🥹🎀

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♫ king of everything - yn yln | caption musica de dia!

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yn.yln muchas gracias, carlitos 🥹🤍

⤷ carlossainz55 de nada🥳

anasainzdec “We’re not together” you said 😂

⤷ carlossainz55 no necesitas repitir. muchos personas dice estoy enamorado con yn (you don’t need to repeat. many people say i’m in love with yn)

⤷ anasainzdec y estas? (and are you?)

⤷ carlossainz55 un poco. (a little)

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yn.yln don’t u? view all 31,374 comments

carlossainz55 😍

⤷ yn.yln The hypnosis photo worked, didn’t it?

⤷ carlossainz55 I am still stuck at the first slide. ⤷ ca55yn WHAT

charles_leclerc carlossainz55

⤷ carlossainz55 I got here before you

user55 HELPME CARLOS DOWN BAD.. AGAIN.

user52 yn, babes, you don’t need the hypnosis slide😭 we all down bad for u [‪‪❤︎‬ carlossainz55]

iMessage

YN

en serio? (are you serious?) con tu commento? (with your comment?)

CARLITOS

piensas estoy jocoso? (you think i’m joking?)

YN

Ya no se, Carlitos. ( i don’t know anymore) We’ve done this before.

CARLITOS

I do not stop thinking about you though

YN

Too bad, you broke it off last time.

CARLITOS

That was a mistake; we both know that, Hermosa.

YN

🤷🏻‍♀️

I’m not risking it again. I like having you in my life, even if it is s a friend

CARLITOS

But we can be more than that

YN

How come

CARLITOS

i’m going to win you over one day;)

delivered

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ynupdated Yn Yln kicks off her tour in Madrid Spain and sings an unreleased song: Decode! Lyrics are seen in the next slide. Many believe this is about Carlos Sainz, her ex, who many say attended the concert. #ynyln #tour

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user1 dramaticcccc why doesn’t she just get with him? it’s obvious he’s obsessed with her

⤷ ynupdates it’s not really easy to have a tour everywhere and have your boyfriend race everywhere lol. Yn mentioned it was the distance that ultimately ended their relationship, no bad blood. ⤷ user2 long distance with her first bf is so😭

⤷ ynupdated carlos being her first bf is 😭 she does not dilly dally

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yn.yln wouldn’t trade this for anything 🤍 thank you madrid, te amooooooo te quierooooo

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stop being a simp boyy

you are going to get us EXPOSED ITS BEEN 10 MINUTES

⤷ I can’t help it when my GIRLFRIEND looks like that😍

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yn.yln Hi! Hello! Released a new song! And a music video! It’s called Please Please Please! Check it out! Love ya! Xx Yn (and Carlitos)! view all 2,822,593 comments

user1 YN ITS 3 IN THE MORNING. carloyn THE HARDLAUNCH AND MV HARDLAUNCH

user2 this is why she’s been silent for a month aside from tour 😭😭😭😭

carlossainz55 👸😍

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ynupdated STOP SPAMMING MY PHONE 😭 YN RELEASED A NEW SONG CALLED PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE (LYRICS NEXT SLIDE) GNB

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Userq let admin sleep😭

user2 dont embarass me motherfucker😭

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carlossainz55 Will not be that motherfucker who embarrases her ❤️

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user7 BRO PULLED OUT ALL THE GF RECEIPTS IN ONE POST

yn.yln babe… why these pics 😭 love you tho

⤷ carlossainz55 what? You look gorgeous, you always do

⤷ yn.yln😍🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜💜🤎🩵 LOVE YOU😍😍😍

⤷ user4 atp yn will be embarrassing Carlos with her random shit AHAHAHA ♥ yn.yln

[etrosgate]

i've decided it's time to dump my twitter ramblings about the last time sakura and sasuke interact in part 1, a scene that so many of my oomfs hate but is one i really love. because

1: they're my two favorite naruto characters 2: their dynamic happens to also be my favorite 3: they ARE FRIENDS in part 1. THEY ARE. I STAND BY THIS.

warning: this gets so long. i did not expect it to get so long. also im begging you to not consider boruto or most of part 2 in reading this, we're NOT talking about all that right now.

in looking back at this scene, i thought to myself "is it just me or is sasuke's face hidden constantly here" so i made a diagram about it, documenting how much of sasuke+sakura's faces you see throughout it. i found the results pretty interesting. (i might've missed or miscategorized a few but not enough to really make a difference imo)

the way sasuke's eyes are constantly concealed in these panels really reads to me that sasuke playing up the callousness in this scene...being harsher than he actually feels, to create distance. he doesn't really want to seriously fight anyone from konoha.

see, he reacts to naruto with anger and violence because that relationship already has some jealousy and resentment and itachi has thrown gasoline on it, recontextualized their bond in sasuke's mind as something that must be violently severed to achieve sasuke's reason for existing (killing itachi)... his relationship with sakura is different, he cares about her a similar amount but she's not been framed as an adversary in his mind, so instead he freezes her out. faces away from her for most of the conversations, uses brief harsh words to cut off any emotional connection to make this severing as easy as possible.

in contrast, sakura's face+eyes are almost always visible, because she's opening herself up, gushing out anything and everything to attempt connection. at this point she is honestly the only one who realizes just how dire the situation is wrt sasuke going to orochimaru (kakashi knows about it but doesn't seem to realize sasuke's already on his last straw, and naruto doesn't even consider the possibility) and she believes that it will almost certainly result in torment and possession at orochimaru's hands if she can't stop him right then and there. so since she knows she can't beat him physically and he's too driven+self-destructive for logic, she pulls out every single emotional appeal she can think of and prays that something, Anything, will reach him.

it's not a shallow confession of feelings, but a last ditch desperation move to protect him from what she believes to be a fatal decision...

most importantly, this is an attempt sasuke himself appreciates.

i think people really misinterpret sasuke's "you really are annoying" here by just taking it at face value.

it's a callback to one of their first scenes together, wherein sasuke admonishes her for saying something very cruel about naruto being an orphan (this event is actually something sakura is grateful for, as it forced her to grow as a person and begin to actually try and see not only naruto, but sasuke as well, as people. instead of the flat "hot guy" "annoying guy" archetypes she had reduced them to).

but this time, instead of disgust he says it with a smile, transformed into more of an affectionate phrase (you know, like when people fondly call someone idiot). this is particularly notable re:the emotional distancing i mentioned earlier because at the beginning of the conversation sakura references this event and sasuke says he doesn't remember it. so to me, the fact that it is so explicitly shown that he was lying about that in order to downplay their emotional connection, says to me that it's extremely likely he was lying about/downplaying other aspects of the conversation as well.

because their relationship HAS changed significantly from when that first "you really are annoying" happened.

a lot of that is due to sakura's growth as a character, from someone who represses her own personality and has no goals beyond a shallow pursuit of a crush on a shallow imagining of what she thinks sasuke is and stands back while her teammates protect her, to someone who wants to become strong enough to stand beside her friends as equals and protect them and works hard towards that goal, who remembers that her connection and rivalry with ino goes beyond a stupid love triangle, cares about sasuke for who he actually is, cares about naruto for who he is, and no longer cares about molding herself into some stereotypical form of femininity.

and sasuke does care about her in return! he only ever really disliked her when she wasn't taking being a shinobi seriously, treating him like a weird romantic trophy to be obtained or when she's genuinely in the wrong about something, which she will admit to and grow from (yeah he's mean sometimes, but he's literally mean to everyone lol). since sakura grows past those aspects, by the time of the chunnin exams sakura+sasuke+naruto all truly feel like Friends.

from stuff like complimenting her abilities and smiling proudly about it

making token complaints without actually trying to stop her from doing something silly like holding his and naruto's hands to drag them along while she sings

to waking up from his curse seal coma to beat the shit out of whoever hurt her

when sasuke thinks fondly about team 7, it almost always shows an image of naruto AND sakura (sometimes kakashi too, but he is the one most frequently left out). and that's something that holds true throughout the Entire manga.

a key thing to keep in mind for the end of part 1 (specifically, after itachi returns and tortures him again) is that at this point in time, sasuke believes that he is fundamentally incapable of happiness, of having a life outside of revenge.

he exists to kill itachi and die. he was simply deluding himself to ever even think he could have a future.

he loves team 7. all of them. he Wants to stay with them. but as far as he's concerned, it's an impossible dream.

the last thing he says in this scene is a "thank you". we don't know the specifics of why, but regardless... he is grateful that she cares about him. cares enough to try and stop him.

unfortunately, it's just not enough to change his mind.

[technowoah]

Wait imagine a fic where Jack and the reader are long distance or something and when Tubbo and Tommy are doing the man hunt irl the reader surprises Jack.

That would be cute I think 🤔

Just One Livestream

You surprise Jack with a spontaneous visit to the UK, little did you know that they were livestreaming.

- Jack Manifold x gen neutral!reader

- Anon Requested!

⚠︎ swearing, fluff!, not proofread

an// I hope yall enjoy! Much love! And sorry it came out so late I have no inspiration rn but imma get it done! Also I used the difference of American hours to London hours so sorry of

Navigation!

"Love, why are you up early?" Jack asked through the phone.

You two were facetiming eachother as he propped his phone up on his dashboard while he started to drive. It was around 1 am for you and 6 am for Jack. Sadly you two were in a long distance relationship. You had met Jack when you were on a college trip to London to study abroad for 3 weeks. You were sad that you had to leave your home country, but this was a opportunity you couldn't oppose.

During this trip you had found a cafe that you would go to often. The first time you sat at the cafe alone you always noticed it was only you and this other man in the cafe. He was always on his computer and sat by a window, he always came early too, even earlier than you. As the days went on you continued to see him around more and he seemed to notice you as well. You made a note to yourself to always try and show up a tad bit earlier to the cafe to stay around the same time as he did.

You two got to know eachother throughout the three weeks you had to stay in London. The small nods became hellos, and the hellos turned into full on conversation by the window. He had told you his name was Jack Manifold and was kind of surprised when you didn't immediately know who he was. To him it was refreshing not to be immediately noticed based on his appearance. You both had exchanged numbers one day and after each morning you two would text non stop even during your classes. Luckily trying to get to know Jack changed your sleep schedule and because of that you always made it to class on time.

Jack was such an amazing guy to you, but during the first week you had developed a small crush on the man, and he had developed a crush on you too. The second week you two had ventured out onto different territory than the cafe. Jack started to call those small outings after class, dates and you weren't opposed to the dates at all you loved them. The second and third week were mostly dates and the night before you left he asked to be your boyfriend and of course you accepted not knowing the pain of a long distance relationship.

You had to answer his question on why you were up so early. "Yeah- Um, Im up because of you." You chuckled. "You changed my sleep schedule ever since I met you."

"Well you're welcome, because before me I heard you were missing classes." Jack payed attention to the road but still talked to you.

"Because I told you! And I am grateful, but there is nothing to do at one am here." You sighed while you started to walk around your room as you lied to him.

Jack was talking to you while you did a clean sweep around your house to check if you had everything for your trip.

Two weeks ago you had decided to pack your bags and take a trip back to London. Right now your flight will be leaving early in the morning and that's why you are up so early.

You wanted to surprise Jack instead of straight up telling him that you will be in the country. You missed him dearly, and this will be a great way to spend time together instead of seeing eachother across a screen. One of you had to make that sacrafice and that would be you.

While Jack continued to talk you checked everywhere to make sure you arent leaving anything behind.

"What are you doing, darling?" Jack asked and that snapped you out of your trance. "Are you even listening to me? Im hurt." Jack faked being hurt.

You smiled at him and shook your head. "Im sorry I wasn't listening. What were you saying?"

"I was saying, when you were ignoring me, that I'm going to the cafe right now and that we should plan a trip soon. I miss you." Jack confessed and you awed.

"I miss you too Jack! I hopw we can see each other soon." You tried to contain your smile as you hid your surprise.

"Me too."

Your plane finally landed as you let out a sigh of relief. You had collected all of your shit fast so you could finally get off of that horrible plane. Every stereotypical airplane scene happened to you in the hours you were on that plane. You had a child crying behind you with a mother who couldn't keep that child calm, you were sat next to a man who snored the whole ride here and you just felt cramped.

Sadly you couldn't return any of Jack's messages or calls that you saw when you were in the airplane terminal. You tried calling him twice but they both went to voicemail while you rolled your bag through the huge building. Finding yourself outside you ordered an Uber and once you did that your phone began to ring showing Jack's name and picture of you two together on the screen.

You quickly answered the phone. "Hey!"

"Hi!" Jack chuckled. "I called like, 17 times!"

"I know! Im sorry. I was busy." You weren't lying getting a plane and basically leaving early in the morning and arriving in the afternoon in London. "So, what are you doing today?"

"I am hanging out with Tommy and Tubbo at the park! Im picking them up now!" Jack responded and you heard him close his car door.

"Which park?" You asked quickly as you saw your Uber arrive.

Jack started to laugh. "Uh I'll text you the park I guess. Why would you want to know?"

"No reason! I just want to make sure you are safe. Dont make me call 999." You tried to joke around and take the attention off of your question.

"I cant believe you still remember 999." Jack laughed.

"I still do!" You said as you got inside your Uber and gave the driver the directions to your hotel forgetting that Jack was on the other line.

"Wait hotel?" Jack questioned through the phone.

"Hotel? What are you talking about?" You acted oblivious.

"I- I thought you were talking about a hotel." Jack hesitated.

"No!" You tried to cover up your mistake.

"Well Im going to pick up Tommy soon. I'll talk to you later okay? Answer my calls this time!" Jack chuckled.

"I definitely will!"

You had recived the name of the park you were surprising Jack at. You began to walk around the parking lot after you got dropped off and noticed his car sitting there. There were tons of people at the park today and you didn't know where he would be. As you walked on the dirt trails of the park your thoughts took over, what if you made a mistake and should've told Jack that you were here in London and wanted to meet up at the cafe?

You looked at people as they passed by you ok the trail wishing that you had that energy that you had before, thinking that you would find Jack easily when in reality you were in a busy part of the park and he could be anywhere.

When you thought all hope was lost you heard some loud voices on the trail to your right. You were already walking aimlessly through the park and your first instinct was to go left and walk away from the loud voices, but then you heard something.

"Tommy this was a bad idea!"

"I dont think it was!"

You stood in the "intersection" of the dirt trails thinking that you heard those voices right. You rounded the corner and followed right to see Tommy and Jack doubled over, out of breath while Tubbo was still standing up breathing heavily. There were far away from you, but not far away that you couldn't see them clearly.

You began to call out to them. "Tommy! Jack! Tub-"

They quickly turned around and took off running. Confused on why they were doing that you took off running after them trying to tell them to stop. They were yelling and you were yelling and getting weird glances from stangers, and you dont blame them. You're chasing after your boyfriend and his two friends in a quiet public park. You continued to hear their groans of tiredness and their speed started to slow down.

"Jack! Tommy! Wait up!" You yelled out of breath as you slowed down as well.

"We give up! We give up!" Tubbo yelled and came to a complete stop while trying to catch his breath. He turned around to finally face you. "Y/N?!"

"Wait what?!"

"You're here?!" Jack ran up to you and gave you a bone crushing hug, rocking you two back and forth.

"I am! And Im our of breath thanks to you three." You said while still hugging Jack.

"M'sorry I thought you were a fan and I took off and they followed suit I guess." Tommy rubbed his forehead.

"A fan?" You questioned and Tommy and Tubbo lifted their phones up gesturing that they were recording.

"We're doing manhunt in real life, darling." Jack kissed your temple and wrapped his arn around your waist, holding you tight.

"Next time look before you run okay." You smiled still out of breath while kissing Jack's cheek.

"Enough with the PDA!" Tubbo yelled still recording you two.

"We havent even started!" Jack yelled back giving you a huge hug. Jack closed the distance between you two and gave you a passionate kiss on the lips while the two boys groaned in disgust.

"I think that's enough streaming for today boys." Tommy sighed.

"Sorry again, love. That won't happen again."

You and Jack walked hand in hand down the streets of London. People had to walk around you two because you were basically taking up the whole sidewalk and you weren't letting go of his hand anytime soon.

"It better not! I dont want to run after you again." You smiled as you bumped shoulders.

"And you wont have to!" He smiled back at you as you two continued to walk and people dodged the two of you.

"Have you ever thought of moving here?" Jack asked out of nowhere.

"I have actually! On the plane ride here I thought of leaving and moving to London." You thought about it constantly. It was nice being close to Jack and it was a major risk.

"Well wherever you're ready, I'll be here for you." Jack kissed your cheek. "And I wont run away when you come here!"

You two finally made it to your destination which was the cafe you two met at. It was busy at this time because it was the middle of the day and not the beginning. You two entered and took your seats by the window where you two usually sat.

"I love you. I missed this." Jack said.

"I love you too! And of course I missed this. Maybe you can show me more places around London and convince me to stay longer." You gave him a proposal.

"Longer than what?" Jack asked.

"Four weeks." You grinned.

Jack grabbed both of your hands and kissed the back of them. "Hell yeah. I get you for more than four weeks?!"

"That's if you show me places to stay longer." You teased.

"Okay babe. You like ferris wheels?"

[eligaxy]

Wind

☆ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 : Venti x gn!Reader

☆𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : near death experience, you’re confused asf about everything, bad writing cause i suck, spoilers for the we will be reunited quest!! And also for venti’s backstory, venti is serious for once (yes it’s a legitimate warning🤚)

☆𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 : Some angst, some fluff? Idk bye🤨

☆𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 : "It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask." (2.8k words)

♪𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 : i’m an idiot simp, i did this in one sitting and half asleep, english isnt my first language BLA BLA IM SORRY FOR MY POOR WRITING BUT HAVE THIS

basically you don’t know if you can trust venti or not, head says no, heart screams yes

Also, I was listening to stormterror’s lair ost while writing it, just because its fucking amazing, you might wanna listen to it too

I’m nervous to post this?/&:! This is the second fic i’ve ever finished in my whole life

i love venti and he’s hot in his god outfit i don’t make the rules

KAY ENJOY <3

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"Please, anybody... Just help me."

Saying you were exhausted would have been an understatement. After reuniting with your sibling, you had been frantically searching for clues about khaenri'ah and ways to Inazuma. With no luck, you couldn't find any traces of Dainsleif or of your twin. The ruins had been sealed and you had no idea what happened to the inverted statue or the corpse you had found there. Desperately, you clung into every little information you had, you would have turned every rock on this archon damned continent if you had to, which is what led you into those ruins near Guilli plains.

Walking along the destroyed buildings your eyes caught sight of a dandelion and you froze. You missed them so much, why couldn't they go back home with you? All you ever wanted was to be by their side why, why were they running away from you?

You remembered your travels, the moments you shared together, their protectiveness over you, the fondness in their eyes when you smiled at them. You remember the times you got hurt and healed one another with your now missing powers. You remember sleeping by their side and being grateful to the universe to let you keep your ray of sunshine everywhere with you. How ironic.

What had they meant 'once you reach the end of your journey' ? What does that even mean? Stupid twin, if they knew you were here the whole time, why hadn't they come to you? Why were they always leaving just when they were within your grasp? Why? Did they know how much you missed them and how much your heart broke when you finally saw them? Did they?

You only realized you were crying when a small gust of wind had your wet cheek react to the cold, breaking your train of thought. Wind.

The wind is everywhere, you think, free as a bird, always accompanying every citizen of this world, never truly alone. With this in mind, you resumed your exploring, slower this time.

A sigh escaped your mouth. You didn't want to admit it, but the wind did comfort you a little. Almost as if he was here. God of freedom and of the breeze, he was more a singer than a protector and you couldn't bear to think about him. Was it true? What Dain said... Did he destroy this nation? Was he the cause of the scenery that still haunted your nightmares up until 500 years later? Your brain simply couldn't accept that Venti, your Venti, you catch yourself thinking, could have made such an act of wrath. He was the epitome of freedom, why would he take the very thing he based all of his existence on from mere mortals? Barbatos simply couldn't be afraid of being overpowered, he didn't even care about power. All he wanted was freedom and happiness for his people. Surley this couldn't be right?

But then again, who were you to deny the wipe out of an entire nation? The gods did it. They were afraid that Celestia would be overthrown by the pride of humankind, the destruction of khaenri'ah by divine beings was a fact. There was no misunderstanding about this. That was the one thing you were sure of. So why did you feel like crying even more now?

The mere thought of a gentle soul such as Venti committing innocent people to an eternity of suffering didn't sit right with you. Even when his dearest friend Dvalin had turned against him, he didn't try to stop him, didn't even ask the dragon to save him. He healed and helped him, gave him a choice.

'What is freedom if demanded of you by a god?' was the same person that asked this question the same one who committed mass murder? Genocide?

Did the little wine-lover bard you had grown fond of destroy all hopes and light your kin had?

You remember that night when he freed Stanley from his burden, freed his and his friends' spirits. You had marveled at his action, in that instant he was a god, and he definitely hadn't struck you as a murderer. You remember that look of silent pain and grief in his eyes when he sang the tales of the nameless bard he had taken the appearance of. You knew he trusted you enough to share his story, something so personal, you could almost feel the war that took down the tyrant of Mond. Oh how much you cherished that evening, treating him to some well deserved dandelion wine afterwards, his favorite, and asking him to sing you more about the time where was nothing but the spirit of a breeze.

Your heart broke a little, remembering his rosy cheeks and drunk smile, you wish you could talk to him, ask him what happened. What did he do, was he really as dangerous as you had been told? If so, then why did you feel so good around him? Why did you feel like you could give hi-

You stopped walking upon seeing a ruin guard up ahead in the distance. You're so stupid, you think. Feeling this way is not gonna get you anywhere, especially with how the bard had been missing for a few weeks now. Ever since you had last seen your sibling.

Where was he, where was he wandering off to? You walk towards the disabled ruin guard, not really paying any mind to it, still thinking about the god you longed to meet with. If you could see him, what would you even say? Would he even answer your questions? Why did your stomach feel so light and funny when you thought about seeing him, why aren't you angrier?

You're almost at the killing machine's level now, so lost in your thought you don't notice the five other similar robots hidden behind a wall next to it. You notice them only when it's too late and you've already turned them on while thinking about examining them and collecting their serial numbers. When you hear the familiar tick of the mechanism turning on, you internally panic and think about running away only to calm down moments later and think to yourself that you can simply beat it and take what you came here for. Even if you are emotionally and physically tired, you can manage, you think.

That was before hearing five other consecutive ticks right after it, and all around you.

Turning around, your gaze falls upon the small army of field tillers. Fuck.

Paimon wasn't with you today, you had asked for some time alone which she hesitantly accepted, so you couldn't ask her to go fetch help. You would have been worried if you had all your capacities but with the state you were in, you were wondering how you were going to survive this fight. You were alone, none of your companions with you, and deeply weakened by the busy day you had and the few hours of sleep you had managed to steal away from the night. Was it today you would meet your doom, with all your questions and uncertainties unanswered?

You tried your best to fight with the strength you had left, but quickly grew desperate after what felt like hours of efforts to swing your blade and being able to only take one monster down out of the six. It didn't help that you got injured along the way, their blows becoming harder and harder to dodge. After being thrown on the grown for the third time, you understood you had at least two broken ribs and that your shaking legs would soon fail you as well.

Fear crept upon you, you would die here today, alone. Alone. You couldn't talk to your sibling after all, couldn't understand. You didn't even get to talk to him one last time. Him... You would die without the knowledge of the truth about your bard. You would die alone. You didn't want that, you couldn't look death straight in the eye.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

-

In Mondstadt, there was a musician, a weird singer everyone had heard about at least once. He lived off of his songs and was mostly known for having a great story-telling and being an alcoholic.

The number of people who knew the true nature of his identity were few and he was perfectly content with that. He didn't wish to be a god anymore, his gnosis had been taken away anyway and it's not like he had any power over the city of wind nowadays. Even if his people still worshipped him as Barbatos, it didn't sit right with him to be called a god anymore. It actually never did, he thinks to himself with a smile, he never really took any responsibilities that came with the divine title which is why he was so weak today. But it didn't matter to him, his smile turns into a soft giggle.

Sitting on a mill that was once born from his steps he looks fondly over the city he founded. Even if they were godless, the citizens were still thriving and free. He cared oh so very deeply about the place even if he rarely, if not never, showed the affection within his heart. He remembers the day he grew strong enough to dispel the storms over his actual Mondstadt, and made the weather gentle enough so that there was no need for fireplaces. Nowadays, he loves watching birds nest into the chimney tops and seeing them found their own home. It gave him a sense of belonging like no other, not above his people, but walking among them and watching them nest into this cocoon he created. He was proud of what happened to his land and would do it all over again if he had to.

Especially since it led to him meeting you. This thought doesn't catch him off guard, you often roamed around in his mind after all, and it's not like he didn't write at least three songs about you and your feat, your smile, your courage...

Ah there he goes again, rambling about you in a whisper. He turns around to the statue of him his people erected in his honor, chuckling at how they never made the connection with his signature braids. His, but not really his, since he had stolen this form from someone who was much more deserving of this power than him. Seeing his friend being honored with the statues of the seven around the land made him happy, he hoped that it was a good enough thank you gift in return for everything that the bard whom he couldn't even remember the name of anymore did for him.

Upon gazing at the statue, he remembered telling you of his long gone friend. It was the first time he had talked about him to someone else, he didn't even mention it to Venessa, she who made him believe in himself again. He could ask himself why, but he simply knew that you had something different, more than meets the eye. Perhaps it was because you weren't from Teyvat, or perhaps it was just you being as simple as your natural self but he was simply and utterly captivated by your being. You inspired him to no end, at first he thought it was because he had never met someone like you and he loved new things! But as time grew and he got to know you, he understood quickly the meaning and depth of his passions. He thought of it with a light chuckle, content with your presence alone. He really did need and want you around.

So why did he purposely avoid you like the plague?

The wind had brought to his ears that you had met with Dainsleif.

And your twin.

His first reaction was to search for you, talk to you, he wanted to be here to know what happened! You had searched so long, he couldn't contain himself, still listening to what the wind told him, he started running with excitement but... But wait, Dainsleif was... He told you what?

Oh.

So you heard about Khaenri'ah. He had stopped dead in his tracks and turned back, only sending a warm current of wind your way, hugging you from afar.

He wasn't ready to talk about this yet, not ready to face you and absolutely not ready to answer your questions. He was a coward, he thought, running away like that but what else could he do, really. It was only natural for him to be as uncatchable as air.

A sorry excuse to avoid the fact that even if his past had marvelous story like the one of the nameless bard, it also had its share of darkness, something he wasn't ready to dive back into. Especially not now when your arrival has been shaking this world up like it hasn't been since at least 500 years.

But oh, how he longed to see your face or to hear your voice. So he asked a breeze to report to him what you were up to, and where you were. Just in case! he tells himself, what if you needed help ehe? But he knows you're competent and you won't need the help of a weakling coward like him anytime soon. Or so he thought.

Because when the breeze only gives him a few words back, his blood runs cold.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

-

As you murmured these words in your desperate state, not really for anyone but yourself as a last resort, a prayer of some sort, you tried to stand by leaning yourself on your sword and failing miserably. You didn't dare look up as you heard the loud footsteps of the metal giants coming your way. It was over, and you barely managed to accept it.

As you rested your forehead against the cold handle of your sword, you closed your eyes, tears starting to make their ways out of your closed eyelids. All you could feel was remorse.

A soft breeze moved your hair slightly and your chest felt like a black hole had taken place where your heart used to be, regretting to not have been able to meet him under the tree at Windrise one last time.

The breeze quickly grew stronger, until it felt unnatural and you looked up from the ground, only to close your eyes again immediately when you realized the wind was too powerful for you to keep them open. If you had struggled to see though, you would have been blinded by the white light that soon illuminated the whole ruins. You didn't have enough time to register the situation when you felt a hand being laid atop your shoulder, snaking around your collarbones and pulling you back into... nothing? Another arm circled your weak form and a voice you immediately recognized said

"I've dealt with things worse than you, now crumble."

You realized that if you couldn't feel a chest behind you while still being embraced by his arms, it was because he was floating above you, and not standing behind you. A look in his direction confirmed your suspicions but what stunned you wasn't the fact that he was flying, but the attire he wore. Barely covering his body, a white set made of materials that seemed like clouds and liquid gold contrasted perfectly with his regular green clothes. His hair was glowing green and his eyes that were focused on the ruin guards up ahead had a marvelous shine that you had never seen before. He had that same aura he did the night he freed Stanley, but there was also something different about the way his hands gripped you a little too tightly or the way his voice sounded.

"Venti.." You muttered his name, relief and affection flooding you all at once, in his presence you felt as if nothing bad could happen to you. How foolish could you be, just a few hours ago you were speculating wether or not he had wiped out an entire civilisation and now here you were, being saved by him and feeling safer than you had in months.

"Close your eyes, I don't want give you a headache" he said, slowly floating legs first towards the ground. His unusually serious voice surprised you (and him) but you did as he told you. Letting go of your sword and leaning back into him, you let him deal with the monsters ahead of you.

"It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask."

Being protected by a god really didn't feel that bad. Especially when you were in love with said god.

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Are You Growing?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Cheek to Cheek) Word Count: 1,886 Warnings: mentions to alzheimers A/N: idk about yall but im loving posting about the earlier times w bucky n reader

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You sit on Bucky’s couch, Alpine curled up in your lap, purring softly with closed eyes as you lightly scratch behind her ears.

Bucky’s sitting on the floor in front of you, in the place of where his coffee table used to be, which is now pushed into the corner for the time being. He rereads the instructions to put together his new bookshelf for the eleventh time now, still not understanding where exactly to put each screw.

You were no help to him, your first suggestion was to toss out the instructions and build to his heart’s desires; whatever felt right.

The last thing he needs, though, is for his bookshelf to collapse in the middle night and scare the shit out of him, so he tries his luck with the instructions.

He’s grateful for the ring of his cellphone, perhaps a break for a phone call will somehow make the instructions easier to read.

His stomach drops when he sees the caller ID as Rebecca’s retirement place. He pushes down his nausea and answers the phone.

“Hello? Is Rebecca okay?” He answers, quickly standing and moving to another room, not missing when your eyes look up at the sound of his sister’s name.

Is Rebecca okay? Did she hurt herself? Did she hurt one of the nurses? Is she dead?

“Hi, Bucky. Yes, Rebecca’s okay,” The receptionist Bucky’s gotten to know well responds, causing him to let out a sigh of relief, “She’s asking for you, is all. She’s… not eating. She didn’t touch her breakfast or lunch, she just keeps asking when you’re coming. I know you don’t normally come until tomorrow, but I promised her I’d call you.” She finishes explaining.

“Uhm… okay, okay. Tell her I got hung up at work and that I’ll be over as soon as I can.” He tells her, sparing a glance into the other room to see you peeking at the instructions on the ground.

“You’re amazing Bucky, thank you.” She responds, and all he does is hum through his anxiety before hanging up, returning to the living room where you sit.

You look up at him as if to ask if he is okay and he only stares back for a few seconds, thinking, before deciding, “Put your shoes on, we gotta go somewhere.” He tells you, voice still a little shaky from the scare of that phone call.

You don’t question it, recognizing that it’s probably not the time, and move to go grab your shoes by the door. Bucky silently pushes out air through his mouth, an attempt to calm himself down and get the nausea to go away. Rebecca’s okay, he reminds himself, she’s having a bad day, but she’s okay.

You’re worried at how quiet Bucky is and with how fast he speeds on his bike down a route you don’t really recognize. Finally, though, you see the sign in the distance, St. Francis Alzheimer’s Hospital, and you understand.

He parks the bike out front and turns it off, not yet moving, and you take off his helmet you’re wearing to get a better look at him. You say his name when you notice tears have gathered in his eyes; you’ve never seen him cry before.

“Sorry,” He wipes his eyes, “This shit is just so… exhausting. Everytime the phone rings, everytime I come here, I don’t know what I’m going to get, if she is okay.” He vents before letting out a long sigh.

You don’t know how to respond, choosing to rub his back as he composes himself. Bucky’s always been a tough rock; always knowing what to say, what to do, always knowing how to take care of everyone and how to solve everyone’s problems. You’ve never seen him so tired, so nervous before, and you see the toll doing this has taken on him.

Before you can say anything, he stands, “Let’s go.” He holds out a hand to help you off the bike and rests the helmet on the seat, knowing no one’s going to take it.

You follow quietly behind him as he enters and greets the receptionist, walking past the desk and down the hall. You feel out of place, not only here, in the retirement place Bucky’s sister lives at, but in public. You’ve barely left the apartment while you’ve been in hiding; you think this is the most amount of people you’ve been around in months.

Bucky approaches a door and knocks quietly before entering, “Hey, troublemaker,” He calls out, voice no longer strained or shaky as it’s been for the half hour, as though he flipped a switch to make himself normal again.

“Bucky!” You hear an excitement-filled elderly voice call out.

You enter to see her sitting on the bed, arms reaching out for Bucky to embrace him in a hug.

“Sorry, I’m late, I got caught up at the gym.” He tells her, hugging her back.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were at work, I just wanted to talk to you about the carnival, it’s coming this weekend.” You notice Bucky’s jaw clench for a second before loosening.

“It is, isn’t it. I’ll get Steve and we’ll all go together, I know how much you love the rides there.”

You linger by the door still, observing the interaction. How Bucky plays along so perfectly and so composed. You tense when you notice that Rebecca’s eyes have found you.

Bucky follows her gaze and snaps his head to you, “Becca, this is a friend of mine.”

You walk over and hold your hand out, giving your name, and she reaches out and accepts it, giving you a gentle smile, “A friend, huh?”

“Bec -”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, it’s really great to finally meet you.” You tell her.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, too, I haven’t met one of Bucky’s friends in a while,”

“Rebecca -”

“Who was that floozy you brought home once, the one that Mama hated?” She teases Bucky, who now stands with arms crossed looking at you take a seat in the chair next to Rebecca’s bed.

“That was Madeline.”

“Madeline! My goodness, she didn’t last very long at all -”

“How about we talk about something other than my love life? Are you hungry, Bec?”

“A little bit.” She responds, and Bucky feels relief flood through his body. He nods and leaves the room to go fetch her lunch from one of the nurses.

“I love these flowers on your shirt.” Rebecca compliments, snapping your eyes away from the door Bucky exited out of and back to hers. They’re the same blue as Bucky’s.

You glance down at your shirt, one you thrifted with lilac’s all over them.

“Thank you, they’re, uh, lilacs. They symbolize growth. Like, change from ignorance to knowledge, innocence to wisdom, and all that.” You tell her.

She hums, “And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Growing?”

You pause to think about it. Have you grown? Changed?

“Yes. I think so.” You respond.

“Well, then I’m happy for you.” She says sincerely.

You feel a knot swell in your throat at the validation, being greatly reminded of Bucky in that moment, and it’s then that he returns with a tray of food, a bowl of fruit, and a glass of juice.

Bucky places the tray on the small table that can swing over her bed, cutting the food on the plate for her small pieces, before moving to the fruit and juice, taking both lids off for her.

You watch as he takes gentle care in moving the tray closer to her, piling small pieces of food onto a spoon before feeding it to her.

She clears about half the plate before saying she’s full, which is more than enough for Bucky to be satisfied; it’s better than this morning.

Whatever problem there seemed to be this morning that caused Bucky to come over here in a rush is gone. To you, it was like his presence was the only thing she needed to feel better; it’s like there wasn’t anything wrong in the first place.

Soon enough, the two of you leave, with a promise from Bucky that he’ll see her tomorrow on Thursday and they’ll go to the carnival this weekend.

You don’t mention anything else about the visit to Bucky the entire way home, and choose to help him on the floor of his living room for the rest of the evening instead.

Thursday and Friday pass, and Bucky goes to Steve’s on Saturday.

“Remember that girl I told you about? The one I’ve sort of become friends with? That I’ve been looking out for?” Bucky stirs sugar into his coffee, his sweet tooth showing up more frequently since he’s been hanging out with you.

“I remember.” Steve says, sitting down next to him at his table with his own cup of coffee. Steve’s is decaf, though.

“I, uh… I took her to meet Rebecca.” Bucky doesn’t meet his eyes, waiting to see what his reaction will be.

“Oh?” Steve responds, setting his mug down and resting his aged hands on the table, paying all attention to Bucky now.

“There was a situation on Wednesday, Becca wasn’t eating and she was at my apartment -”

“At your apartment?”

“So, I just took her with me -”

“You haven’t even taken Sam to meet Rebecca.” Steve tells him, making Bucky stop.

He pauses for a moment before continuing, “When I saw Bec on Thursday, she remembered her.”

Steve’s head tilts, processing his words.

Bucky continues, “I went to go see Bec on Thursday, and she asked me about her, apparently they talked about some flowers and she wanted me to bring her some so she can see them in person. Asked when I was going to bring her to see her again.” He finishes explaining.

“Wow.” Is all Steve says.

“Rebecca… doesn’t remember anything. I mean she remembers me and you, but she barely remembers anything she and I talk about when I visit, barely remembers her kids. But she remembered talking about lilacs with this girl she’d never met before!” Bucky says, still in disbelief.

“...Must be something special about her.”

“Oh, don’t you start now, too.”

“Just saying. Maybe you should bring her here sometime.”

“Nah, I didn’t even plan to take her to see Becca. That was a risk all by itself, taking her out in public like that.” Bucky glances up to see Steve smirking at him with that stupid wrinkled mouth of his.

“Stop looking at me like that, would you, punk?!”

Steve chuckles, “She sounds like a sweet girl.”

“She’s my friend, Steve.”

“I didn’t say she wasn’t.”

“But you’re implying -”

“Implying what? What are you thinking?”

Bucky huffs and rolls his eyes, Steve twisting his words around, and he realizes he won’t escape this conversation without teasing.

“Whatever. She’s just a friend. If that. We just hang out sometimes, I help her do things that I had trouble with when I got out of HYDRA. I’m just around to help her.”

“Sure, pal. That’s nice of you.”

Bucky sighs, standing to go refill his coffee, and Steve smiles to himself, glad that Bucky’s met someone like you, and glad to see where it’ll inevitably lead, even if the two of you don’t see it yet.

[emiliaheartfeel]

Supergirl

Chapter 9: Wtf is going on

AN: The final chapter should be out today or tomorrow because studying was hurting my face so I start working one this. Again this is only volume 1. Pretty please make sure to comment!

And just as you guys had planned Suna arrived to your apartment with the little snacks you had mentioned in passing you liked. Your heart beat a little faster knowing he remember even though you two had know each other for a little less then a month. Not being able stop yourself you throw your arms over his broad shoulders hugging him tightly.

“Aw missed me that much.”

“You were right. We should’ve hung out early this week.”

Your left foot goes to rub the back of your right calf as you let him go. You have been ridden with anxiety since you got his text about the twins lying. It kinda is freaking you out. Maybe he will let you change your mind and you two can have movie night with the snacks. No, No! You were going through with this.

“Okay so what’s going on?”

“You might want to sit down.”

“No thank you. I am so nervous I think I am going to throw up.”

“Reasonable. Um... so ah”

“Hey I am going to be fine.”

“I don’t know if you are.”

“With all due respect you don’t know that well.”

“I know, but it’s not good.”

“Suna, I need support and honesty.”

“Well honestly it’s not good but you definitely are.”

“That was terrible”

“Okay so I don’t really know where to start”

“Just pick a spot and go from there”

“Ah.. so like you had sex with Atsumu.”

Her head snaps so fast to him he’s shocked she doesn’t have whiplash. The horror one her face makes Suna nauseous now. She swallows as her face is still pale.

“What does that have to do with this!”

“Shit. Should I have started with the fact that they both actually love you like romantically.”

Watching her reacting told him he might have been better leaving that out and for the twins to tell you when you eventually confront. At least he hoped you were going to. Yeah they fucked up, but like you said earlier they were all you basically had. Which after he talked to you more he found was really true. They were your biggest support through the good and the bad. He knew this would effect you guys relationship no matter what he just hoped there was still a relationship.

“Ah... Atsumu and Osamu have both loved you for years. They didn’t want the relationship to change so neither of them made a move.”

“Wait that means,”

Your voice cracks as it dawned on you Tsum had known this and lied to you. Tsum lied to you and then fucked you. You couldn’t feel anything.

“Do you need me to stop for now?”

You give a short nod biting your pointer finger to hold the scream of anguish. Tsum was your rock. A foundation that was unmoving in your life. That foundation has shifted under your feet and thrown you on your back knocking any air out of you. You can’t find your footing it like that one time you hit the vault square in the center of your back. You’re gasping for air that your lungs can’t find.

“Can I approach you,”

You barely hear Suna over the buzzing in your head but you find your head bobbing up and down. He sits you down on your couch leans you into him and just holds you.

“I got you. Anytime it becomes too much just say the word and I will let ya go.”

“No... just.. need to breath”

“Yeah okay beautiful. Whatever you need”

You both sit there awhile as he starts to play with you hair gently. You hum as you close your eyes and focus on keep your breath even. Not knowing how much time has pasted you sit up straight and look Suna in the eyes.

“I think I am good. Please continue”

“You sure?”

“Yes”

“So he lied to you. He says he never meant for it to escalate but he’s weak and selfish he’s not gonna deny that. But yes he lied to you about Osamu”

“Okay but how is Osamu lying to me? You said the twins not Atsumu.”

“Atsumu finally told Osamu all this last week. After he calmed down enough to talk to Atsumu he said you couldn’t know. And they agreed not act like it never happened and move on. Put their feelings aside forever and just be there for.”

“That’s a lot to take in”

You feel like you are in water. Just floating there without sound or sight or much of anything. Both of them have betrayed you knowingly. You didn’t think that one of them would do this, but now you have to deal with both of them. You take another breath for yourself. You don’t know what your going to do. You need time to process this.

“Take it in your own time”

“But they are gonna worry if I just don’t talk to them”

“Think about you right now. What’s going to help you”

“Okay can we stay like this then”

“Yeah sure”

His long arm wrap around trapping you in the warmth when you feel so cold. You don’t know how to feel. You’re hurt and confused. And want to talk them immediately but also never want to see them again. You want to hug them and tell them your all good but also tell them you’ll never be the same. So you just stay there in their best friend’s arms.

Your brain stutters at that. They love you and your find comfort in their best friend from wounds they have caused. How fucked up is that. What if he’s here because now he knows your ‘easy’, but Suna hadn’t been giving you any of those vibes. You just couldn’t get rid of the grating feeling of being with their friend instead of them. Maybe he told you to bring you into his arms. You don’t know anymore. The two people you trusted most you no longer trust and your seeking solace from someone who is kinda a stranger.

“Hey, hey your okay,”

“You’re they friend”

“Yes”

“But you told me something they definitely did want you to”

“I told you already I couldn’t help but think of my sister.”

“So your not here for the hanky lanky”

“Hanky panky?! Hahaha no I am not! Not to say your not attractive I have expressed many times how attractive I find you. It’s just it’s not appropriate not with the information you just got. And we haven’t even talked about dating”

“Oh”

“Hey I know your mind is probably a mess right now. Don’t worry about talking or asking me anything.”

“I don’t want to start dating not with this. I got to figure this all out.”

“I figured as much. But if you want to play a game and chat just let me know.”

“I didn’t want to start a relationship before this like not a solid one I guess”

“Oh...”

“No not like it’s you. Um like you’re great and I think I like you but I am was?? I am?? Getting over Osamu and I leave in two days to go back to Tokyo to resume my professional training. First relationship and long distance doesn’t seem like it would work”

“That makes sense”

“Sorry”

“No need for you apologize. Sucks because your a great girl but if that’s how you feel I can’t change that”

“Your surprisingly very understanding”

“My family is a firm believer in therapy and mental care. Especially I had my first depression dip”

“Ah okay”

“You don’t have to answer me, but do you think you’ll ever forgive them.”

“I want to, but I don’t know”

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AN: You shouldn’t have to feel bad for not forgiving someone who took advantage of you. You shouldn’t have to feel bad for forgiving them.

AN: I am a strong believer that Suna is deeply depressed but gets it worked on. I also believe that Atsumu is a huge overthinker with severe anxiety. If I haven’t stated it Reader-Chan is a years younger the Suna and the twins.

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Hiii💕💕 could you do New Year’s Eve kiss with Tom ? 💕💕 Im desperately in need of fluff right now and I’m ObSeSsEd with your writing 💕

Thank you!

New Years Eve

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

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8:47

You arrived to the party a little late and greeted all your old friends. It was your first time in LA and you hadn’t seen them since you moved to New York to become an author.

“Y/n, I want you to meet my friend.” Your old school friend pulled you by the hand into his living room.

“Well look at that.” Tom Holland stood in front of you in a cranberry button down and tight black pants. You weren’t sure if the arrogant smirk we wore was a part of the outfit. “We match.” He smirked as he looked you up and down in your short cranberry dress. You rolled your eyes and gave him a once over as well.

“Of all the colors you could’ve shown up in, you pick cranberry? Come on. You did that on purpose.” You accused and Tom shrugged as he took a sip of his drink.

“Oh, have you two met?” Your friend asked upon witnessing your banter. 

“We went to school each other growing up.” Tom told him.

“So you’re friends?” Your friend asked.

“I don’t remember Tom having any friends.” You said innocently, igniting the devilish flame behind Toms eyes.

“We used to get in trouble for fighting In class. Y/n didn’t know how to keep her mouth shut. I’m assuming you’ve learned since then?” Tom dished it right back to you and you narrowed your eyes.

“Can’t say I have.” You shrugged.

“Okay. I’m gonna go.” Your friend said awkwardly. “Enjoy the party!”

Tom stepped closer to you, backing you against a wall and giving you another unapologetic once over. You scoffed and took his drink from his hand, sipping whatever he had in his cup before handing it back to him.

“That’s a nice dress, love. Where’s the rest of it?” He asked as he drank from right where your lipstick stain was on his red solo cup. You knew what you were doing, but so did he.

“Funny. I’m pretty sure button up shirts are meant to be buttoned all the way up.” You pointed to the three he had undone, exposing quite a lot of chest.

“I like it like this. Keeps me cool.” Tom told you and he began to twirl a strand of your hair around his finger, something he used to do as a kid.

“You’ve never been cool, Tommy.” You taunted and he let out a chuckle.

“No one calls me that anymore.” He said as he stared into your eyes.

“Maybe someone should.” You shrugged and took his cup again.

He looked at you insanely for a moment. You folded your arms and stared back. You could smell his cologne from how close you were and saw sweat glistening on his chest.

He cracked first.

“I’ve missed you.” He broke into a smile and scooped you up into a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted your legs off the floor.

“Missed you too, Tommy.” You said into his ear. “It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah.” He said, a little sadly as he set you down. “Sorry about that. My career took off and I didn’t keep in touch with everyone I would’ve liked too.”

“You kept Harrison around.” You commented. You were a little hurt you hadn’t heard from him after moving. You didn’t always get along, but you thought you’d at least stay in touch.

“Harrison’s my best mate.” Tom gave you his excuse. “And I always thought you didn’t like me.” He said as he stared into his cup.

“I liked you. I just hope it’s still you in there. Hollywood hasn’t changed you too much, has it?” You smiled, changing the subject to a happier one.

“No. Gave me more confidence and I’m bald now, but I’m still me.” Tom promised you. His smile hadn’t changed, and you appreciated that.

“You sure?” You teased.

“Positive. I’m still better at you at maths and still don’t know how to write in cursive.” Tom sighed dramatically and looked away.

“And just when I thought you were perfect.” You said sarcastically.

“Come here.” Tom pulled you into another hug, this one lingering for a longer time. He didn’t pick you up this time, just held you against his body and swayed a little. You squeezed him tightly, having missed your old friend.

“All right. That’s all the affection you’re getting from me tonight.” You said as you fixed your hair and adjusted your dress.

“I don’t know about that, pretty girl.” Tom helped in fixing your hair. “Don’t you know what happens at midnight?”

“What happens at midnight?” You asked curiously.

Tom smirked before leaning in and placing a kiss on your cheek, dangerously close to your mouth.

“You’ll see. See you then.” He said before leaving you alone with your cheek burning.

10:17

“Oops.” You sighed as your scrunchie hit the floor. You were about to pick it up when someone beat you to it.

“I’ll be taking that, darling. It think it looks a little better on my wrist anyway.” Tom smirked as he slid your scrunchie onto his wrist. He had seemingly come out of nowhere, but had been keeping an eye on you since you parted. He had planned on giving you some space, but after seeing a boy talk to you for nearly an hour, he decided you’d had enough space.

“You’re gonna start a rumor but doing that. It matches my dress. Everyone’s gonna know it’s mine.” You warned him, thankful he had come back for you. You had been getting unwanted attention from a boy you didn’t know.

Tom stepped closer to you so he was speaking directly into your ear. You shivered as his minty breath hit your face.

“That’s the point, love.” He whispered in your ear.

“You want people to know it’s mine?” You asked as he backed away a little, but not fully. He didn��t look the way you remembered. He’d gotten his chin mole taken off and had fully grown into his features, especially his ears. You smiled shyly at how attractive your old friend had become.

“No.” Tom said as he snapped the scrunchie against his wrist. “I want people to know you’re mine.”

You didn’t say anything, just nodded in understanding from being too stunned to speak. Tom smirked at your reaction and took a step back.

“See you at midnight.” He winked and waltzed out of the room.

11:04

“Here, allow me.” A blonde haired boy began to pour your drink for you and you smiled politely. You didn’t need him, or ask him to do it. You didn’t even know the boy. He handed you your drink and you thanked him.

“No need to thank me. I’m Andy. And you are?” He asked. He seemed a little tipsy and you glanced at the kitchen door, not wanting to entertain this stranger.

“Y/n.” You told him and looked to the side for someone to save you from the conversation.

“How come I haven’t seen you around before?” He asked, stepping a little too close for your liking.

“I’m not from LA. I’m from New York.” You answered and he tucked your hair behind your ear. You shrugged away from his touch in the nicest way you could.

“Sorry. Your hair was covering your pretty face.” Andy slurred.

“Sorry, could you just give me some room?” You said and tried to back away from him but he moved in when you did.

“I don’t think I want to.” He smiled and stepped closer, thinking you were playing around. You were about to tell him to back off again when you felt an arm around your waist as your back hit something firm.

“She said give her some room.” Tom said sternly and Andy took a step back.

“Sorry, Tom. I didn’t realize she was with you.” Andy said and left the kitchen. You turned around just in time for Tom to take the drink from your hand.

“Give me that. Never drink anything you didn’t pour.” Tom said as he dumped your drink down the sink. You nodded and gave him a grateful smile and he handed you a new cup. He didn’t warm up to your smile and still looked angry. You poured some Sprite into a cup and took a sip.

“Thanks for that.” You said sheepishly, placing a hand on his arm that you hoped would calm him down.

“I hate that guy. He’s only here because this is his cousins party. If he comes near you again, tell me.” Tom told you and you agreed.

“Are you okay?” You asked and he let out a sigh.

“Don’t worry about me. Are you okay?” He asked and you realized you weren’t. It was getting hot in the house and you were getting uncomfortable.

“I’m fine. I’m just gonna get some air.” You told him and left the room.

11:42

“Oh? What do we have here? Enjoying the view, darling? I know I am.” Tom said without ever taking his eyes off you. You had been getting some air on the balcony when he joined you.

“I was until you got here. Don’t you have a missing bike to return or a dog to find?” You teased him before turning your attention back to the city lights.

“So you’ve seen my movies.” Tom smiled proudly. “That’s all pretend, sweetheart. But I can assure you, the abs are real.” He joked and you let out a loud groan.

“I think I like you better with the American accent.” You retorted with a roll of your eyes. He stood next to you on the balcony, elbows touching as you watched the cars below.

“That’s not a problem for me. I’m very flexible.” Tom answered in an American accent.

“I’m teasing.” You pushed him slightly with your right hand. He caught your hand when it hit his chest and held it there, against his heartbeat. You looked at him expectingly as he rubbed his thumb back and forth on your hand.

“I really am flexible. I can fly to New York from California anytime I want. And I can fly other people as well.” He said softly and you knew what he was implying.

“I’ve always hated long distance.” You said, keeping your eyes ahead.

“They have authors in California, don’t they?” Tom asked with hopeful eyes.

You nodded as he turned to you and took your hands.

“Then why don’t you stay?” He asked as you finally met his eyes. They pleaded with you but you couldn’t quiet give in.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’d fit in in California.” You answered and heard Tom sigh.

“Darling, I’m asking you to stay.” He said again and you saw something you’d never seen before in his eyes. “Please.” He whispered.

“I haven’t seen you in five years since you left for Hollywood. No calls, no texts, no letters. Now you want me to move to California for you? How am I supposed to feel about that Tom?” You asked as you felt yourself get emotional. He had left you behind and it stung. Tom looked down at your intertwined hands and shook his head.

“You changed your name.” He mumbled.

“What?” You didn’t hear it.

“You got a new phone when you moved to New York. I spent five years trying to find out where in New York you’d moved to but you never posted about it online. I had my entire mangenmet team trying to figure out your new number, your address, your job, anything that might help me contact you, but no one could find you. It was like Y/n L/n didn’t exist. Then I find out from Harrison you’re a published author going by Y/n Dutch and you’re gonna be at a New Year’s Eve party tonight.” Tom explained and you realized he was right. He took a step closer to you and gave you an apologetic smile. “I did try to find you. I promise I did. You just weren’t you anymore. Why’d you change your name anyway?”

“The name Y/n L/n was already taken.” You told him.

“But why Dutch?” He wondered. You smiled a little.

“Dutch.” You pointed to yourself. “Holland.” You pointed to him shyly.

“It was an homage to me?” He asked with hope.

“I never disliked you as a kid. It was the opposite. I had the biggest crush on you but I didn’t know how to tell you, so I teased you and argued with you everyday. You know how people say there’s a fine line between love and hate? Well…” You trailed off.

“You loved me.” Tom realized and you nodded. In the distance, you heard the people inside starting to countdown.

“5…”

“For what I knew love to be as a kid.” You confirmed.

“4…”

“Kids? That was five years ago.” Tom reminded you and you blushed.

“3…”

“A lot can change in five years. I’m afraid we’re different people.” You said.

“2…”

“No matter who I am or who I’ve become, I’m always gonna love you.” Tom promised.

“1…”

“You don’t know me anymore.” You whispered.

“Happy New Year!”

“I know a good place to start.” Tom said before cupping your face and pulling you into a kiss. Fireworks shot into the sky as the world rang in the new year. You were feeling your own fireworks on the balcony.

“This is what happens at midnight.” He smiled against your lips before kissing you again.

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[eucherry]

         hello everyone !  i’m b and i’m very happy to be here !  i look forward to writing with and getting to know you all !  ♡  but before all that ,  allow me to introduce my daughter sherry ,  better known as cherry !  here is a little carrd that i’m currently working on for her .  it only has her stats at the moment ,  but i’ll add more stuff as soon as i can !  let’s begin the rambling !

⟨ BRUNA MARQUEZINE. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, SHERRY “CHERRY” VAZ is actually a descendent of HYPNOS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-TWO year old NURSING MAJOR from NEW YORK, USA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite COMPASSIONATE & WORRISOME.

          sherry luiza vaz was born on may 13th ,  1998 ,  in new york city .  her mother ,  juliana pereira vaz ,  was a writer who had never quite pictured herself as a motherly person ;  she was the daughter of an immigrant couple who hailed from brazil ,  and starting a family had never been a priority ,  or even an item in her bucket list .  sherry wasn’t planned ,  she was but the consequence of a night of curiosity and interest in a man unlike any juliana had ever seen .  yet at the same time ,  it only took one look at the crying baby’s face for her to realize she’d do anything for that child .

         growing up ,  sherry was always a cheerful and energetic child .  she was quick to make friends ,  surrounding herself with all kinds of people  ---  but mostly good ones .  she loved to go on adventures ,  to learn new things everyday and discover the world little by little .  while raising a child on her own wasn’t an easy task ,  juliana did wonderful ,  and nothing lacked for the little girl with bright eyes and red - colored lips .  

        every night ,  her mother would read her a bedtime story ,  which was probably the little girl’s favorite time of the day .  whether it was from exhaustion or due to the sweet tales that cradled her brain ,  sleeping was never a problem for cherry .  if anything ,  it was just an extension of her ever exciting daytime activities .  it was when she felt at her peak !

         as cherry got older ,  the curiosity surrounding her mysterious father began to grow .  she wasn’t quite sure why ,  but she would often see a strange man in her dreams and surprisingly enough ,  he wouldn’t say much about himself .  in fact ,  he’d tell her about her “powers” ,  or things she would be able to do in no time .  it wasn’t long after his first visit that cherry found herself levitating in her sleep ,  only to be woken up by a scream coming from her own mother .  it was right then and there that she was claimed by hypnos ,  &  the rest is history !

       flash forward to the present day ,  and cherry couldn’t be happier .  despite the many differences ,  the demigod camp from years ago  &  eonia have become a second home to her and although she misses her mother dearly ,  not to mention every little corner of new york ,  she loves the feeling of belonging ,  of being a part of something new .  she’s currently in her junior year as a nursing student and if you see her around campus ,  don’t hesitate to say hi !  chances are she’ll invite you to grab some coffee and ask what you dreamed about last night .

ABILITIES

hypnokinesis — every other night, cherry will wander into her friends’s dreams. rare are the times she makes herself noticeable, but those who she is closest with might notice her presence; a calm aura, almost as if to let them know that nothing bad will happen, for she’s keeping an eye on their dream. for her, making sure her loved ones have a good night’s sleep is a duty, but also extremely fun! of course, if someone hurts her or someone she cares about, they should expect no rest for however long the demigod sees fit.

shapeshifting — being observant in nature, there’s been countless times throughout her life where cherry shifted into different creatures, often small in size, to blend in with her surroundings and be able to simply watch people as they went on about their days. one of her favorite past times was to transform into a small bird, much like her father, and people watch from the top of a branch in between the many trees of the central park. slowly but surely, she’s been learning to shift into bigger creatures, hoping to be able to shift into a wolf one day. so far, her list includes a variety of birds, a doe and a bunny.

memory retrieval — during cherry’s teenage years, there was a period of time where her mother struggled with providing for the two of them. as a means of helping her mother and having recently discovered her ability to play with memories, the girl started to secretly offer her services to people who were desperate to forget something. anything. an embarrassing occurrence, heartbreak, a bad memory … all they had to do was say the word, and cherry guaranteed they’d find the will to move on with their life within the next forty-eight hours. of course, her results were always positive, and people were eternally grateful for her service, despite not being able to understand just how it worked, or come they’d always feel as though a weight had been lifted off their shoulders.

levitation — one of her favorite abilities. levitation was the first power to blossom inside her, and is still one of her favorites to this day. it isn’t unusual to catch cherry levitating while she sleeps, or even while she’s focused on a book. it’s a very nifty skill to have, and she absolutely no problem using it to make life easier !

seeing the gods in dreams — while being a helpful skill (especially when she wants to communicate with her father), cherry tends to avoid seeing the gods as much as possible, and rarely seeks to find one of them in her sleep. it’s not that she’s afraid of them, but she simply would rather keep her distance unless communication is extremely necessary.

CONNECTIONS

friends !  cherry is an extremely sociable person ,  and loves meeting new people .  if you’re nice to her ,  chances are she’ll like you right away and boom ,  a wonderful friendship is sure to blossom !

cherry’s please-help-me-i-can’t-sleep list !  while she avoids using her powers so as to dodge any trouble ,  there’s been a couple occasions where she may or may not have dabbled into people’s sleep in order to help improve it .  it would be really interest to see the dynamic between her and someone who relies or once relied on her abilities to get some rest !

a sibling - like relationship !  despite being twenty - two ,  cherry feels a certain level of responsibility for most people in her life ,  even the ones older than her .  please let her be the protective sister no one asked for oh god .

an ex / past fling !  this is pretty self explanatory ,  but yes !  we can talk about how and why things ended and whatnot ,  and where they stand !  cherry is a firm believer of love ,  so it’s only natural that she’s been in love once or twice or however many times .

a friend with benefits / one night stand !  while these kinds of relationships aren’t her favorite ,  i can see her having made an exception once  ---  or perhaps still making an exception .  she’s not proud of it ,  but it happens !

anything your heart desires !  i’m open to all things ,  so just hit me up on discord or IMs !

[sunflowersunshinevol6]

Adore You [H.S]

Summary: Harry meets Lily in the summer of 1965, after graduating Uni he flies to the states to work as a photographer. It's at one of his boss's house parties that they meet and sparks fly.

But when Harry is asked to go to Viatnam and photograph the horrors happening there, will the distance tear them apart? And what about the darkness surrounding him when he returns? Will she be able to heal him.

And she...she's not the same either.

Taking in the beauty of the sixties, this is a love story that spans years and culminates in one final admission. Harry will always adore her.

Chapter One:

"And we drink our coffee and pretend not to look at each other." Charles Baudelaire

The party was in full swing when Lily arrived, nervously walking up the path to her old friend's home. People lingered outside as music thumped from inside. It reminded her very much of the parties they attended at Berkely only three years ago. It was amazing how time could fly and people could change.

"Lily!" The first person she sees is dear old Louis Tomlinson. The two of them had dated in college, albeit briefly, but that hadn't gotten in the way of their friendship. Lily rushed into his open arms, laughing as her friend embraced her warmly. "Let me get a good look at ya love," she smiled, not realizing how much she had actually missed his accent. He had come from overseas. England to be exact, a town called Doncaster. She loved his heavy accent.

He took in her outfit. Lily wore a creamed colored skirt and white blouse tucked into it. She wore a pair of black ballet flats and had a few gold bracelets on her wrists, not one for jewelry, she decided to skip the rings and a necklace, fearing if she got to drunk she may actually lose them.

"You look lovely as eva," he praised, causing her to blush slightly.

"I could say the same about you," she complimented back, almost shouting in his ear. Louis wore a white button down shirt and grey slacks. He would look good in a paper bag. Lily thought jealously. He was always so effortlessly cool looking. "Have you seen Marie around? She invited me and I never got the chance to thank her." Louis shrugged, bringing his beer to his lips.

"Not since the party started actually. She's been a proper host." The music changes, The Beatles 'Love Me Do' begins to play. "Fancy a dance love?" Louis shouted over the music. Lily nodded, taking her friend's hand as he set down his beer.

They made their way through the crowded living room, Louis pulling her in front of him as they begin to dance. Louis was never good at it, jerking and playfully teasing Lily with his moves. She couldn't help but laugh out loud at just how silly she was.

"I never realized how much I missed you." She said as he pulled her close after spinning her out. She can feel him grin against the top of her head.

"Missed you too, Love." The sound of a motorcycle pulling up outside stops their conversation. Heads turn towards the door as the music dies down and people look to see who's got the bike.

With the front doors of Marie's house open, Lily can just see a glint of black metal under the street lights outside her home. A shadowy figure getting off the bike and walking up the path towards the house. People begin to disperse, the momentary curiosity lapsing as they go back to their conversations and alcohol. But Lily looks on, curious.

"I thought she said she didn't invite him." She heard Louis say behind her. His voice slightly strained.

"I'm sorry, who?" She asks. She watches Louis swallow hard before explaining.

"His name is Harry. He's a photographer, it's rumored he does a lot of boudoir and naughty pictures, no one knows for sure. He's sort of a bad boy mystery." Lily watched as the man took off his helmet, shaking out thick curly locks that she instinctively wanted to run her fingers through.

"Oh." She said nearly breathless. He looks up, hooking his helmet under his arm. Lily feels her heart skips a beat when he locked eyes with her. His eyes were green, so light and pretty, she had to look away before she got lost in them. "I better go find Marie. She is the reason I came tonight." Lily said, clearing her throat.

"Right." Louis said, reaching out to hug her. He could see Harry was watching them, a blank expression on his face as Louis pulled away. "I'll talk to you soon...and Lily," he reached for her hand before she walked away. "Stay away from 'im please. I don't know what I'd do if you eva got hurt." Lily gave him a sweet smile before walking off to find Marie.

Harry didn't usually come to these things. He perfered to keep to himself, stay at home and catch up on some reading or work on some pictures he'd taken. But Marie was his boss and she'd been nothing but kind to him since he started working for her. It was almost a dream really, right out of Uni he had gotten the call. Someone in the States had seen his portfolio and really admired his work. It had all gone from there. So if anything he was grateful for the opportunity she had given him.

Everyone had stared at him when he pulled up on his bike. It was still a work in progress, but he hadn't thought it looked that shitty. He avoided the stares and questioning looks as he entered the party, hoping to only say hello to Marie and then leave.

It was when he had taken off his helmet and felt someone staring at him that he saw her.

She stood in the corner of the living room, right by the record player, eyes locking with his intensely. Her dark hair fell down around her shoulders in simple, loose curls, brown eyes gazing at him with curiosity. She looked away too soon.

Lily never ended up finding Marie. She pushed her way through the crowded house and out into the fresh night air. There were a few couples scattered about here and there but everyone was mostly inside, the party was kicking up a notch and that was her cue to head home.

She thought about the man. Harry, as she kicked pebbles with her shoes, arms crossed against her chest as the cool breeze swept through her hair. She should have brought a jacket maybe. But it had been warmer earlier so she hadn't thought to. It was close to midnight and she could feel exhaustion seeping into her bones as she walked the three blocks to her apartment.

The rumble of a motorcycle behind her startled her, causing her to cry out and nearly stumble. She turned to see the head light of the bikes nearly blinding her as it came to a stop beside her.

"Hey," the driver pulled his helmet off and she felt her heart jump into her stomach. It was him. "Need a ride?" He asked. Lily opened her mouth to reply but thought about Louis's warning.

"No thanks. My apartment is close."

"It's a little late to be walking home alone don't you think?"

"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." Harry grinned, she was quick. He shut off his motorcycle, climbing off of it and steering it towards the curb. He let up the kick stand and walked back over to Lily, shimmying out of his jacket.

"Here," he offered, holding out his coat. Lily was taken aback by his demeanor. He spoke to her so easily, as if they were friends and hadn't just met. "I noticed your arms. A bit nippy out tonight yeah?" Wordlessly Lily takes the leather jacket, it's heavy, but warm from his body heat as she wraps it around herself.

"Thank you." She managed.

"No problem....please. Let me walk you home. I can't leave without knowin' ya made it. Would weigh heavy on my conscience." Lily laughed softly at his words, he seemed so formal, almost stiff.

"I suppose. As long as you don't plan on stalking me." He smirked, coming to walk beside her.

"Course not. My mum raised a gentleman."

"How did you find me anyway?" She asked. He shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his Jean's.

"Was goin' home myself an saw you. Couldn't jus let you go off alone." She nodded.

They walked in silence for a bit, Lily didn't know what to say really. She was surprised and impressed by his kindness. But Harry's growling stomach ended up speaking for both of them.

"Sorry." He said shyly, patting his belly. "Haven' are in a while."

"There's a diner around the corner from my place....if you wanted to stop and grab something really quick?"

"You sure that's alright?" He asked her.

"Sure. I'll buy, pay you back for your chivalry." He chuckled, shaking his head.

"No need to do that love."

Frankie's was a 24 hour dinner. Lily came there many a night during college to cram for exams and drink enough black coffee to kill her. It was her place, but it felt a little weird bringing Harry there. She only just met him.

"Hey Martha." Lily said as they slid into a booth by the window. The older woman had walked over almost immediately, throwing Lily a kind smile.

"Who's this handsome young man you've brought with you?" Martha winked at Harry. He smiled, unable to contain his laughter.

"'m Harry. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand.

"My what a gentleman." Martha said, dramatically crossing her hand over her heart before shaking his. "What can I get you kids?"

"I'll have a chocolate milkshake and a burger, everything on it." Harry raised his eyebrows slightly. Lily was a little girl, he hadn't expected that.

"And you?" Martha asked.

"I'll have wha' she's havin' sounds good." Martha scribbled the order down before walking away. Lily cleared her throat, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"So your accent? You're british?" Harry nodded.

"Proudly."

"What brought you to the states?"

"I always wanted to be a professional photographer. Went to Uni for it. When I was getting ready to graduate we had to set up our portfolios. Marie saw mine and liked it. Offered me a job almost a week after I graduated. So I took the time to get the paper work done and now I'm here on a work visa." Martha brought out the milkshakes. Lily took a long sip of hers, savoring the chocolate taste on her tongue.

"So that's how you know Marie."

"How do you know her?"

"We were roomies in college. We went to Berkely together. She was into all the marketing and stuff. I went for Women's studies and Philosophy."

"I'm impressed."

"Don't be. It's not that great."

They chattered a bit more before their food came. Lily learned that Harry had one older sister and two older step siblings. The way he spoke about his mother and his sister, you'd have thought they hung the moon and threw the stars into the sky. Lily found herself listening closely, palm on her chin as she focused on his words and the calm slow cadence of his voice.

"Tha' was delicious." Harry said, licking his fingers. Lily laughed dipping the last fry into ketchup. She started to fish out her wallet, only for Harry to hold up his hand.

"I said I got it Harry."

"At least let me split it."

"Fine." They split the bill and each leave a little tip, waving good bye to Martha as they left the diner, it was later now, nearly two in the morning and Lily could feel the exhaustion catching up to her.

"How much further from your flat are we?" Harry asked. He reached out, taking her hand in his as she led him down the street towards her apartment.

"Right here," she said, turning towards a painted white door, surrounded by a wrought iron fence and bricks. Harry walked her up to the door, taking his jacket back as she shrugged it off her shoulders.

"I'm glad you decided to walk me home." She acknowledged, a small and sleepy smile on her face.

"I'm glad you let me." They stared at each other for a moment more, electricity vibrating between them as they locked eyes. Harry swallowed hard, leaning forward to kiss her cheek.

"G'night Miss. Lily."

[clumsyclifford]

i just miss your accent and your friends

Of all the people Michael might have expected to see at the CALM release party, Harry Styles isn’t one.

yeah i wrote mirry im also surprised about it you can all thank/blame @tigerteeff who put one fucking tag on this post and then i fucking blinked and had a fic. i have no explanation for you. title from cherry by harry styles.

read it on ao3 here

Of all the people Michael might have expected to see at the CALM release party, Harry Styles isn’t one.

It’s not like they hadn’t invited him. They always invite the One Direction boys. Niall and Liam came for Youngblood. But it’s been a good while since Michael’s seen Harry in person, and he can’t help but feel like there’s a rulebook he’s not read.

Harry sees Michael and starts towards him, and Michael just hopes if there is a rulebook, Harry’s not read it either. If they’re going to be on unsteady footing, at least they’ll be there together.

“About fucking time,” Michael hears Calum mutter, just as Harry gets close enough to be in earshot. “Is that Harry fuckin’ Styles? It’s Harry fuckin’ Styles!”

“My friends call me Harry,” Harry says, in that slow, easy drawl, and Michael thinks his heart is going to stop. He should be used to it, should be totally immune to Harry’s charm by now — it’s been so fucking long since anything, and it’s just Harry. It’s just fucking Harry.

And then Harry turns his fucking eyes onto Michael, and they’re still that sea-foam green that makes Michael unsure if he’s swimming or drowning, and Michael knows he’s done for.

“Hey, Michael,” Harry says smoothly.

Michael swallows while Calum claps him on the back. “Hey,” he returns. “Fancy seeing you here. Gotta say, I didn’t expect you to show up.”

“Neither did I,” Harry admits. “But I had to swing by and congratulate you lot, didn’t I? Fuckin’ smashed it with the record.”

Ashton appears out of nowhere, Luke in tow. “Hey, it’s Mr. Styles!”

“Who let this guy in?” Luke crows, and pulls Harry in for a hug. “Shit, mate, it’s been a long time!”

“I know, I know,” Harry says sheepishly. “I get distracted. I’ve got a lot going on.”

“Too right you do,” Calum says, grinning. “Fine Line? Talk about a fuckin’ smash.”

Harry beams, broad and open, the same way he always used to do whenever anyone would compliment him. He’s lost a lot of self-consciousness — a lot — and shed most of his insecurity, but this is the same; Harry’s pressing need to be validated, to be reminded that he’s good at what he does, and that people love him for doing it.

Michael can picture that same smile, seven years younger, shy and happy when Michael says you beat the level, way to go!

This isn’t the same Harry. But then, Michael’s not the same Michael.

“This isn’t my party, though,” Harry says dismissively. “CALM, eh?” He looks around at the four of them. “Promise I won’t be giving any I-knew-them-when speeches, but —”

“Don’t even start,” Ashton threatens, prodding at Harry’s shoulder. He glances over at Michael, then says, “Let’s go socialize, boys. It’s a party.”

Calum squeezes the back of Michael’s neck once and takes the out. Michael doesn’t know if he’s grateful or not, but he watches Calum and Luke trail after Ashton, presumably to go stand in a corner and pretend to socialize while watching Michael out of the corners of their eyes.

Michael shoves his hands in his pockets so he doesn’t fidget. Harry has no such reservations, and starts playing with the hem of his shirt. “I thought you might be cross with me,” Harry confesses. “‘S why I didn’t come to Youngblood. I wanted to. That one was also brilliant.”

Michael shakes his head. “I’d be a hypocrite to be cross.” They’re not exes, not really. Exes implies there had been a start and end date, and there hadn’t officially been. There hadn’t officially been anything, no proper MichaelandHarry era. There’d never been anything for Michael to mourn. “I ended it as much as you did.”

“That’s actually —” Harry glances around, at all the people milling about. “I was hoping I could talk to you, but it’s not really…” He purses his lips. “Is this your place?”

It kind of hurts, actually, that Harry doesn’t know whose house he’s at. “Ashton’s,” Michael says. “But we can use his room. It’s fine.”

Harry gestures, like lead the way, so Michael does. It’s weird doing it like this, because he can call to mind a good few parties from which he and Harry had escaped, hunting around for a vacant bedroom for very different reasons.

(Don’t get your hopes up, Michael thinks furiously to himself, there’s no use getting your hopes up, but it’s too late for that.)

People’s eyes follow them as they leave. Michael’s used to being watched, but it still makes him uncomfortable knowing there are people tracking his every move, wondering who he’s with and what they’re doing. If I knew, I’d tell you, he wants to shout at them.

Ashton’s room is far enough away from the party noise that with the door closed, it’s almost possible to forget there’s anything going on downstairs. Michael leans against the door as it clicks shut and waves a hand around. “This alright?” 

“I’m not that high-maintenance, you know,” Harry says wryly.

Michael scoffs, sort of smiling. “I find that hard to believe. Gucci, Harry?”

“I like it,” Harry defends. “I like…I don’t know.” He looks down at himself, so Michael decides it’s okay if he gives Harry a once-over too. If the Harry from 2013 met the Harry from 2020, Michael’s almost positive one of them would run screaming from the encounter, but that’s probably true of Michael, too. Admittedly, Harry has grown into himself in a way that makes Michael almost glow with pride. There’s no hint of the boy who’d been too scared to say how he felt to anyone, no trace left of the kid who’d once cried because he thought he would be judged for wearing nail varnish. It’s obvious that Harry is happier now. Everything about him is more there, and it’s clear in the way he carries himself, the way he smiles like he doesn’t care that people will see him enjoying something, the way he pulls his shoulders back in a flowy white button-up he’d never have dared approach with a ten-foot pole seven years ago.

“I wasn’t saying I didn’t like it,” Michael tells him. “I’m happy for you, you know. Like. I actually am. You seem happier. I can tell you are.”

“You do too,” Harry says. “I like your hair like this.”

Michael runs a hand self-consciously through his hair. It’s natural, has been for some time now. And Harry’s just complimented it, so Michael shouldn’t push, but he’s never been good at restraining himself. “You do?”

Harry shrugs. “It’s just more you, I think. Not, uh, that I’d really, like, know.”

“Well, Calum showed me some compelling research that convinced me not to dye my hair until it fell out,” Michael says lightly. He pauses; Harry’s just watching him, and Michael can’t remember the last time he had Harry’s attention at all, much less undivided like this. “You wanted to talk about something?”

“Right. I did, yeah.” Harry twists the rings on his fingers. Michael drops his gaze to the movement, and is momentarily distracted by Harry’s hands. Stop it, he scolds himself, and with great effort returns his eyes to Harry’s. It’s not much better in terms of not being distracted.

Michael waits, but Harry just shifts on his feet. “So…” Michael says slowly. “Talk?”

“Okay,” Harry says. “I miss you?” He clears his throat. “Uh. Yeah. I miss you. Spending time with you and talking to you, and seeing you all the time. And, like. Everything else. Which, like, I know I can’t just show up and say that, or — I’m not expecting anything from you, right. I just, I don’t know. We — we fell apart in a weird way, and,” he shakes his head. “I’ve always felt weird about it. But I’ve missed you a lot lately. Just — you’re one of the only people who never, um, expected anything from me? Or judged me for anything? Or wanted me to be something I wasn’t?”

Harry doesn’t say it, but Michael hears it anyway, that the other four people who used to be that for Harry aren’t exactly in his life anymore. Soon after the break, Michael and Ashton had gotten coffee with Niall, and he’d reassured them the break was as mutual as it could have been and that they’d be back on their feet in no time. As months turned into years, Michael started questioning the truth of that promise. 

They’ve grown up, is the thing. They’ve all grown up, all the One Direction boys, and 5SOS too. But while Michael thinks he and his bandmates have grown parallel to each other, it seems more and more like the former lads of One Direction have grown outward, every day further away from each other.  

Why don’t you go make up with one of them, then? Michael wants to ask, and he would if he could get his tongue unstuck from the inside of his mouth. They were your brothers.

“Anyway,” Harry says, with a self-conscious chuckle. “That’s all I wanted to say. I miss you, and…and I’m sorry for all the distance. I’d like to —” 

“Me too,” Michael says, words tripping out. “To all of it. I miss you. I’ve missed you. I’d like — whatever you were going to say.”

Harry raises an eyebrow. “You don’t know what I was going to say.”

“I can’t think of anything you would have said that I wouldn’t agree with,” Michael says. “Go on. Finish your sentence.”

Harry huffs a laugh. “I’d like to get to know this version of you.”

“Oh,” Michael says. “Never mind. I don’t want that.” Harry smacks his shoulder. “Oh my God, I’m joking!”

“Would you like to get coffee?” Harry says politely. Michael kicks him in the shins. “Ow! The hell!”

“Stop talking to me like I’m some stranger you’re humoring,” Michael says. “I’ve seen you naked. I’ve gotten you off. I categorically refuse to start from zero.”

Harry doesn’t redden, which is new; old Harry would have blushed and hidden his face in Michael’s shoulder. This Harry just tilts his chin back a little bit and says, “Fine. Come to my place.”

Michael hums appreciatively, anticipation thrumming in spades under his skin. This is new but familiar, like listening to an old song from childhood and finally, for the first time, understanding the lyrics. “Okay,” he says. “Tonight?”

Harry blinks. “If you want.”

“I do,” Michael says. “And as much as I want to stay here all night and talk to you, I should probably go back to my party. For my album. I’ve just released an album, I don’t know if you knew.”

“You’re a shit,” Harry says, grinning. “Go on. I want to catch up with the lads anyway. It really has been a long time.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“I know,” Harry says, with a hint of bitterness. “I know. Believe me, I know. I’ve strained every relationship I used to have.”

Harry must be lonely, Michael realizes with a start. It seems impossible, for someone as…well, as Harry as Harry is, but there’s something secretly lost in the way Harry searches Michael’s face. If Michael were in Harry’s shoes, if 5SOS went on a break that sent them all spiraling in different musical directions, if it had been years since he’d spoken to the men he considers brothers now — it has to be lonely. It has to be lonely, knowing that the people who were there when you were learning to grow up don’t know you now that you’ve finally gone and done it.

Michael reaches out and laces his fingers with Harry’s. “Not this one,” he says. 

Harry smiles gratefully. They don’t say anything else before rejoining the festivities, but Harry also doesn’t let go of Michael’s hand when they’re amongst people, even when Calum smirks at them.

Before they put the album on to listen, everyone toasts to the band. Quietly, Michael adds, “To new beginnings.” 

Harry clinks their glasses together. “To old friends.”

“Or something,” Michael says.

“Or something.” Harry presses a kiss to Michael’s cheek. “Thank you,” he says softly.

Michael feels his cheeks heat up. There’s no way to answer that without sounding too aloof or far too smitten, so he doesn’t. They both down their drinks, and Harry sticks to Michael’s side for the rest of the night, and Michael feels right at home.

[btaffy02]

“Friends”

This is a draco x reader fanfiction. I used she/her pronouns and nothing too “serious” happens. I hope you like it! Sorry for incorrect grammar and also italic writing is your thoughts.

“y/n?” You turn to your right so see draco greeting you. You're kind of caught off guard by how handsome he's gotten. He's a bit taller and his hair sits almost perfectly. “Hey! I see you've lost the hair gel. It took you long enough.” You say. He pulls you in by your right sleeve for a hug. “Haha very funny y/l/n.” Draco has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Your families were always close so you two kind of grew up together. He's always had a special place in your heart but you can never determine if the feeling is romantic or if it's just because you care for him. He pulls out his schedule so you two can compare and see how many classes you have together. He rolls his finger down the papers and counts, “1, 2, 3… I guess thats it. Three classes together. I suppose it better than none.” You nod in agreement. You guys head into the great hall so the first years can get sorted and you can all feast. Of course, you sit beside Draco. He's kind of your anchor. You just follow his lead mainly because you're socially anxious but you also just want to stay out of things. You don't want to be the center of attention.

You've never really been the talkative type ever. You're just average. Your grades are fine, your looks are fine (though you'd never admit it outloud), your parents are still together, you only have a few friends. There's not really anything special about you, but you have something they don't, him. After dinner you say goodnight and head your separate ways.

A COUPLE OF WEEKS HAVE PASSED

As much as you hate to admit it you've found yourself staring at Draco frequently. And for the most part, no ones noticed, until today that is. “Miss y/l/n am i a bore to you?” Professor Snape slams a book shut.

Uh oh.

“Ye- i mean no sir.” You respond in panic. “Oh I am? Well maybe detention will be less boring.”

Ugh youve got to be kidding me. Detention? I'll miss my only free time with Draco.

You frown. Draco snickers in the distance and Snape turns to him. “You too Malfoy.” He continues teaching. Draco smiles at you. You finish the day and go to detention like you were ordered to. 

IN DETENTION

Lucky for you detention is pretty relaxed and you're hardly monitored or checked on. You sit down and whip out your herbology homework. It's easily your favorite subject and you're very good at it. It's actually introduced you to Neville Longbottom who has taken a liking to herbology studies. You consider him your friend but you aren't close. Your thoughts are interrupted when you notice feet walking up in front of you. You look up from your book to see Draco in his typical black turtleneck. “I know why you have detention.” He says. “Uhm yeah i wasn't paying attention in class.” You say confused.

Oh god did he see me staring at him?

“Yeah right, you were staring at me.” “What? Full of yourself much?” You joke with him.

I didn't think he could see me.

“I mean what's not to love.” He raises his brows. “Omg, in your dreams.” You give him a little shove. “No, but im in yours.” He winks at you and smiles. You both laugh it off. The conversation is innocent but it actually means something to you. You love little flirty jokes and whatnot and no one does it better than Malfoy. The rest of detention is pretty boring and you guys make small talk and he helps you with potions and spells but nothing else really happens. When you're dismissed he walks you to your common room and says goodnight like usual. You're pretty restless because you don't know what to think

Do i have feelings for Draco Malfoy? Do i even have a chance? I mean he knows pretty much everything about me and i know everything about him. I could never tell him how I feel though, I don't want to make things awkward. 

You stay up an hour later than usual but decide your thoughts can wait till morning.

WEEKS PASS

It's been weeks since detention and ever since then things have been different. You see a different side of Draco and he's a bit more “friendly” to you. You don't really think much of it and just wait for things to play out.

Most people think Draco is snobby and closed off. I beg to differ. He puts up this like barrier between his feelings and the world so he doesn't seem weak. I blame Lucius for that, I've honestly never liked him. He's a bit strange and expects too much of Draco.

You can 100% say you have feelings for him now. Though it pains you to say it's true. Day by day your feelings have grown stronger and so have his. Or at least you think, you can't really speak for him but he is more flirty than usual and less pissy in general. Tomorrow is October first, it marks 10 years of friendship with Draco. 

Yes, I remember the date and everything. Not that he would remember because it probably doesn't mean much to him if he even remembers the day you became friends.

But it doesn't matter because this is something for you to celebrate and keep to yourself. Whether he notices or not you know you will be happy.

OCTOBER 1ST

You wake up to the scent of your roommate's apple cinnamon candle slowly burning. 

Today is a good day.

You think to yourself. 

Nothing could make this day bad.

Well you were wrong. In all today was not a good day. Nothing super bad happened, it's just little things kept going wrong. You failed a test, you tripped on multiple occasions, and one of your only friends, neville, got sick. You don't come out and say that today has been a bad day because you so desperately wanted it to be a good one. School has finished so you head to your room to chill out for a bit. You grab a notebook and begin a sketch to take your mind off of things. You hear a knock from the door and get up to see who it is. You're a bit shocked to see Draco standing outside your door. “Bloody hell- shhh what are you doing here you could get into trouble.” “I need to talk to you about something.” He says. “Is it that urgent? Im not really in the mood.” You look around to make sure no one sees you two. “Yes it is. Let's go somewhere that I don't have to look behind my shoulder every five seconds.” He grabs your hand and you walk to the stairs to get some privacy. 

What's going on? Is he in some sort of trouble or does he just want to gossip? It's probably something to deal with Potter. He absolutely despises him. 

“What's wrong?” You're actually a bit worried. “Uhm- nothing. There's something I need to tell- give you.” “All right. What is it?” He's never given you a gift before. Not even on your birthday. He pulls out a small box from his pocket and gives it to you. You smile at him. “Happy friendaversary loser.” He says while he smiles back at you.

He remembered. He actually remembered. I'm so happy I could scream. But he didn't have to give me a gift. I feel bad, maybe i should've gotten him one too i just didn't think he would remember it.

You untie the bow on top of the box and open it. Inside the small box was a bunch of extremely small flowers and a necklace in the middle. 

I'm not the type to usually like the whole necklace cliche but for some reason with him it's different. I'm grateful for anything he could give me.

The necklace has one single charm of a serpent with a small diamond flower attached. “Thank you!” You fling into his arms and he wraps his arms around your waist. You're absolutely ecstatic and a bit shocked all at the same time. You were expecting maybe a chocolate of the sorts but not a necklace. 

What does this mean?

“Do you like it?” He asks you. “Oh absolutely! It's beautiful, and wicked, and I love it.” He looks a bit nervous but you can see some relief when you answer yes to his question. You stare at the necklace for a bit before you actually pick it up. “Here I'll put it on for you.” He takes the necklace out of your hands. He moves your hair out of the way. His hands are cold, but you find them comforting somehow. He wraps the necklace around you and hooks it into place. “Thanks.” You turn around and smile at him. You're so close you think you can smell his cologne. “Y/n can i confess something?” He looks into your eyes.

Blimey does he feel the same way? I'm nervous, what if he tries to kiss me, am i ready for  that? I need to stop freaking myself out. It's not going to help anything.

“Sure, what's on your mind?” He takes his eyes off of you and looks around the room. “I like you.” You're a bit confused on how he means it so you say, “Well i like you too.” He looks a bit annoyed, “No I like you. A lot. I have all school year. I don't know what made me realize it but I did. You're so beautiful and confident-”

I'm really not but I won't interrupt.

“-and you light up every room you walk into. You know me better than anyone and i don't know if this is overwhelming but i just had to say it. I understand if you don't like me back i just-”

Is he serious right now. Of course I like him back. I more than like him.

Before you can even let him finish or gather your thoughts you put your right hand on his face and pull him in by his shirt with your left. He's a bit shocked but then puts his icy hands on your waist. The kiss is good. A long time in the making but good. 

Holy Sh*t! Did I seriously just do that? Wow who would've thought I could do that. I never want the kiss to end. I could kiss him a million times again and again. 

When your lips finally part he makes a funny face by lifting his eyebrows and widening his eyes. You laugh. “I like you too.” You don't even notice you've been smiling for the past five minutes and you don't think you could stop smiling. “Bloody hell i hope so.” He puts his hands in his pockets and smiles at you. It's one of the few times you've seen him genuinely smile in a really long time. You finally got what you've always wanted, to make him happy.

-thank you for reading <3 sorry it was so short.

[kimtaegis]

every day is made better with your silly and fun messages and you calling me out for my (dying) humour and us having a freakout over our designated experience of choice as well as our fave guys and i am just so, so glad to be your friend i need to remind you a 10000 times of it. being on this site the past few months was made worth it alone for following you and you are legit the best thing that happened to me in that time as well 🥺 i am so, so thankful for you and love you lots and just know that i always have to think of us following each other and become friends with yg and tae meeting each other to end up in the same group 💘 the power of (not so much) distance has nothing on ussssss! i hope i can always make your days a little brighter like you make mine and that being on here is fun and joyful for you (and your beautiful, beautiful gifs and edits) and i am always always rooting for you and looking forward to you being a part of my dayyyy 💚💚💚💚

It’s been about a week since you’ve sent this and I read through it multiple times, talking to you every day, telling you I’ll reply eventually and LOOK TODAY THAT IM GONNA SEE YOU AGAIN IS THE DAY! It’s probably the excitement for later that makes me want to tell you how grateful I am for you, that I already feel so incredibly close to you even though we haven’t known each other for too long, but you know sometimes you just click with people, and it’s a very loud and solid click for me with you. You provide me with the biggest smile everyday because you’re so funny and sweet and supportive and just overall very lovely, I cherish our 5-8 minute long voice messages and us forgetting halfway through what the other one said. You’re also such a big inspiration for me, both artistry-wise but also in the way you see certain things. I would never want to miss you again, you’re part of my daily life now and also definitely make my whole tumblr experience just so much better. I love you a lot, miss, I hope you know that ❣️❣️❣️

[tiliamericana]

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It was amazing just how quickly Nairi got used to waking up and finding texts from Cherry waiting for her.

Cherry seemed to be up and on at all hours of the day; she was awake in the morning well before Nairi’s eleven o’clock alarm, but also worked well into the small hours of the night and put in long hours at the day job. Nairi had managed to ascertain that it had something to do with art—Cherry had strong opinions on grades of paper (something about absorbency), colour theory (people were stupid), watercolours (they were bad), and on the one occasion she’d come upstairs had informed Nairi that her walls were driving her mad and that she’d be painting something to stop the encroaching insanity.

When she wasn’t inserting herself into Nairi’s life she was sending Nairi pictures and selfies with her other friends; grad students with brightly coloured hair, a grinning bartender showing off his flair, baking with a short woman in glasses. And now this:

C: youre closed on tues y/y?? C: which means yourf free tonight right?

Nairi sent her back a quick “yes” and set her phone down before pulling herself out of bed to face the day. Not opening the dojo meant she was able to take a little longer with her morning, but she still preferred to do her prayers before she had to think about anything else, and Cherry was prone to showing up if Nairi indicated she had free time. Which she apparently had a lot more of than she realised.

Maybe she should look for a new style to start training in. This was the first time she hadn’t been focused on a new one since she… Well, for a while.

When she came back upstairs her phone was lit up again. Maybe Cherry had ideas about lunch? It would mean she’d have a reason to go out and eat something.

C: great!! C: dn you wanna come out tonight?? dinner C: on me if i need to sweeten it ;) edies just moved back fr work and if its just me her and nick im go6na die from them being old folks who disapprove all night C: also i keep talking about you at nick and he wants to meet you lol

Nairi had initially assumed ‘Nick’ was Cherry’s father, just based on the way she talked about him. But then Cherry had mentioned her father later, just calling him ‘Dad’, so maybe he wasn’t? Either that, or she was very discreet about their being gay. Or she just went back and forth between ‘Dad’ and ‘Nick’ arbitrarily. ‘Edie’ on the other hand was a name Cherry had mentioned in passing once and then never again, so Nairi had concluded she was one of the colourful grad students. Apparently not.

She sent back a “sure”, and then after a moment, asked for a place and time.

C: yay!! thank you!! C: its this fckn italian place edie loves but theres a ok bar so not all bad C: edies fatal allergic to being on time but nickll be 7 minutes early

The next message was a sticker, a little pair of eyes rolling across her phone screen when she opened it.

C: meet at 7? C: i checked the menu has good veg C: pasta heavy but good :p

Nairi smiled a little at that and sent her another “yes”. After a moment she added a “thank you”. Cherry sent her back three hearts, and Nairi put her phone down to go and get some lunch.

She didn’t think anything of it until she showed up at the restaurant. Cherry had driven and was already parked, leaning against the side of her obnoxious little two door to wait. It was bright red and nearly vintage, and she’d obviously put a lot of care into it. Nairi had half expected vanity plates, but they were a normal registration.

Nairi waved as she approached and Cherry visibly perked up with a wide, glossy smile, waving back. Cherry had dressed up a little nicer—dark skinny jeans and a pretty sleeveless shirt with a modest v-neck. The heavy Docs were gone, traded for heeled ankle boots, and she had delicate pearl bob earrings to match her golden cross. Not a paint spatter in sight.

“Hi,” she said as Nairi drew to a halt just out of arm’s reach. “Didn’t we pick an interesting night to go out?”

“We sure did,” said Nairi, her brow furrowing as she looked past Cherry to the road between them and the restaurant. “What the hell is going on?”

The stretch of asphalt was filled with a flock of young adults, all of them shirtless, yelling along together in an incomprehensible chant as they ran up and down between two unmarked points on the road. They were arguably being directed; a young woman with a reflective coat and a manic grin, holding a megaphone in one hand and an airhorn in the other, was standing on a shopping cart in the middle. Standing next to her on the ground, was another woman in reflective orange with a clipboard.

Judging by the amount of honking and the lack of anything resembling city signage, this wasn’t an official event.

Cherry glanced down at her phone as one of the women held up the airhorn to the megaphone. Charitably she waited for Nairi’s ears to stop ringing before she spoke. “Flo did a round on the facebook pages—apparently it’s some dorm flash mob from a hall at her college.”

“Which one’s Flo? Did she have the blue hair?” asked Nairi as she lowered her hands from her head and gladly pulled her attention away from a panting eighteen-year-old who had something pink painted on his heaving chest.

“Nah that’s Mason, he’s finishing up his sociology honours. Flo has the green hair, she’s doing her psych PhD,” said Cherry, craning her neck to look around Nairi. “Nick’s here! Right on time, like I said.”

She started waving, and Nairi turned to see the tallest man she’d ever seen waving back across at them. She raised an eyebrow, the muscles in her forearms tensing, and she tried not to feel too uneasy about it.

Cherry hummed happily, picking herself up from where she was leaning on the car door and reaching in through the open window to grab a thin cardigan from the seat. “Oh, and just a heads up,” she said casually, “Nick like, really hates it when people call me Cherry, it’ll probably be better if you just use my real name in front of him.”

Nairi opened her mouth to remind her that she’d never actually gotten around to saying what the was exactly, but Cherry was already halfway across the lot towards the man. “Nick!” she called out as she approached, closing the distance and leaning up on tiptoe to wrap her arms around his shoulders.

He said something to her, pausing to hug her back before continuing over to Nairi. He drew to a halt next to her while Cherry returned to perching against her car. “You must be Nairi,” he said, voice alarmingly deep, hand outstretched. “Linden’s told me so much about you.”

Nairi took his hand and shook it once before dropping it, resisting the urge to take a step back once she’d done so. “Likewise. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Nicholas was close to seven feet tall and probably in his late fifties or very early sixties if she was any judge. His hair had landed firmly in the ‘grey’ zone just past salt-and-pepper, though he’d managed to keep rather a lot of it, close cropped in a very standard short back and sides. He had broad shoulders and a carefully ironed shirt that looked worn but cared for. He had a firm grip, muscle swelling ever so slightly in the lines of his shirt, and there was a furrow in his brow that made him look deeply concerned about something.

Though, from what she’d learned being friends with Cherry—Linden—if she were an older adult in her life she’d probably be deeply concerned as well. Or maybe it was the students.

“Do either of you know what’s going on here?” he asked after a moment, nodding at the crowd.

“Youthful hijinks keeping us from our dinner,” said Linden, grinning easily. She’d released some of the tension in her shoulders since Nicholas’s arrival, but at the same time seemed a little more on edge, like she was anticipating something. She took a deep, exaggerated breath, and pushed her hands into her jean pockets. “Do you know what that smell is?”

Nairi exchanged a faintly puzzled look with Nicholas, though his looked a little more exasperated. “Cheap beer?” she tried.

Linden sniggered. “Yeah, we called it ‘Eau de Freshie’ when I was in school,” she said, tossing her head to give the students behind them a speculative, almost mean look. They were still yelling enthusiastically, and she gestured at them. “It’s no longer funny, anyway. How many of these assholes do you reckon I have to beat up to let us get through?”

“I’m sure it doesn’t need to come to that,” said Nairi, her mouth twitching a little at the side.

Nicholas shot her a grateful look. “From the looks of things someone has already called the police, I’m sure they’ll be dispersed presently,” he said with a nod towards a pissed off looking woman standing by the crosswalk, phone jammed up against her ear.

“The cops always take fucking forever,” complained Linden, running a hand through her hair, foot tapping impatiently. “Come on Nick, you actually like, made a reservation and now we’re gonna miss it.”

“Linden I’m reasonably certain the staff can see what’s happening from where they’re standing,” said Nicholas, irritation creeping into his tone. “A little patience will not kill you, please do not start a fistfight with a teenager.”

Linden grinned at him, stretching her arms out in front of her chest. “I’m like, pretty certain the one with the airhorn is at least twenty.”

“Linden.”

“Well, I mean,” said Nairi speculatively, eyeing the students. “All you really have to do is be flashier than them.”

One of the running students fell out of pitch with their friends, and someone complained in her peripheral. A car door slammed and there was the crunch of footsteps on gravel followed by a huff as someone else joined the spectators. Linden turned her grin back to Nairi. “Yeah? You got an idea?”

“Yeah,” said Nairi, stepping up to Linden and reaching past her into the car window.

The other items she wanted were on the front seat, and Linden’s grin only widened as Nairi pulled them out. The baseball bat was wooden and well used, with a long crack threatening to split it clean open and letter stickers in the world’s ugliest font spelling ‘LINDE’ down the length. There was a clean spot amongst the built-up grime under the ‘E’. The bottle of lighter fluid was about half full, and Nairi held the bat out in front of her to squirt the contents over it liberally, splattering the asphalt in front of them as she did so.

She reached around Linden, extending the same familiarity she’d been receiving from her for the last two weeks, and pulled the lighter out of her back pocket.

The bat lit up easily and Nairi twisted it around to hold it upright, offering it to Linden. Linden looked at her, wide eyed, and took the bat. She placed her other hand on Nairi’s shoulder and squeezed it gently. “You get me,” she said with warmth, before throwing her head back and cackling loudly, sprinting towards the crowd of students with the bat raised over her head.

Nicholas, next to her, made a faint, strangled noise. Behind her was a scoff and a loud voice. “Well. I’m guessing you must be Nairi.”

She turned and came face to face with an older woman in a rumpled men’s dress shirt and glasses who was glaring at her. She had red hair, natural as opposed to Linden’s box dye, and it was plaited out of the way to keep her tired face clear. Grey blue eyes stared down Nairi under her stern brow, and she uncrossed her arms to step forward into Nairi’s personal space. She was stocky and only a little shorter, barely having to raise her chin. “Just for reference,” she said, tone acerbic, “If I hear a single piece of news about young adult burn victims in the local urgent care facilities tomorrow? I will track you down and hold you personally responsible.”

She stepped away without waiting for an answer, glare sliding over to Nicholas. “You’re so right, Nicholas, I can see how much of a model presence she is,” she said in a way that even Nairi could read the sarcasm. “You remain a uniquely terrible judge of character.”

She strode across the street in the wake of Linden’s chaos. The students had mostly scattered with cheers and yells, and the girl with the megaphone was doubled over laughing in her shopping cart.

Nicholas was very slowly turning red, staring at Nairi with an unreadable expression. She coughed slightly and spun on one foot to follow the others across the street, trying to swallow her irritation at their judgement.

[welcometotheocverse]

🌟 for Elliot pls?

:D aaaah! I’ve had him in the brain a lot lately okay sorry this got long And also im rewatching rn so its sorta season 1ish.

Elliot is Rory’s younger twin. He was given Christopher’s middle name. He’s mostly grateful it was the middle name.

He and Rory are super close. It was just the two of them ( and then Lane) The Twins That Read A Lot. Because they had each other they didn’t have much incentive to make friends outside of each other ( Elliot more than Rory) and extrapolating from the Pilot where Rory doesn’t seem like she has a lot of friends ( or any sans Lane) and is lowkey scoffed at for reading the assignment I’m gonna go with “other kids weren’t that keen on making friends with them either”

Rory’s the talkative one, he’s the quiet one. This is a bit of Rory also being protective of him/noticing when he looks overwhelmed and just...talking up a storm as is her wont and subtly getting attention away from Elliot. For a lot of the early season they’re not seen one without the other ( keeping in mind their arch is to learn it’s okay to have different dreams and even go different places ) 

Sorta shy and a bit more introverted than Rory. Once you become his friend however he pretty much would die for you and his face absolutely lights up when he sees you as opposed to his usual reserved nature and he talks to you albeit not as much as his twin ( unless hes super excited or talking about something he finds interesting then the resemblance kicks in lmao but thats the exception)  its like a switch ( seen with Rory, Luke, and Lane in canon and Sophie/Paige in their xover)

Likes hanging out at Luke’s. They both sorta enjoy... being quiet around each other. Elliot thinks he has a really calming vibe …when Taylor’s not there.

Ms Kim doesn’t like him because he’s a boy so he’s not allowed at Lane’s like Rory is ( honestly the feeling’s mutual bc “I’m pretty  sure locking you up for days and keeping you from school falls under child abuse also wtf” and lowkey the girls are like “lets just keep you not in the house” Lane might be closer to Rory but they still talk music together. She’s part of the reason his music taste actually started deviating  from  Lorelai’s and Rory’s.)

He doesn’t like unfair treatment of other people. It really gets to him. Examples are Ms. Kim to Lane and his grandparents and father to his mom. Later examples are Mitchum Huntzberger, and Marty. ( he’s pretty unimpressed with Marty and how his feelings for Rory make him act in general tbh but what he does with Lucy is just...it really bothers him he’s adamant that  Rory should tell Lucy the truth.)

Highkey  he has about zero patience for bad/toxic parents partly bc of his own feelings about Christopher and to an extent his grandparents that he keeps minimizing so they get projected on...everyone else with bad parents lol.

 Logan’s still a bit amazed that this shy soft spoken kid he met in his junior year went off like “He’s not your fucking property” when Mitchum went on his “You’re available when i say you’re available” tirade ( Elliot was ngl intimidated/scared of Mitchum who pretty much went “Who the hell are you??!” but Logan’s his friend and that wasn’t okay and he kept eye contact with the asshole until Logan diverted his attention back to him/the fight they were having and made sure he at least told Logan afterwards because “but he shouldn’t..” and “he shouldn’t have” and “No! No..it’s not Okay. “)

But also like constantly “it’s not a big deal” when it comes to his aforementioned feelings about Christopher and pretty much anything he might be angry about. 

Lowkey spends a lot of time Rory goes through relationship drama between “????” and “wowww dodged a bullet” Rory throws pillows at him for the latter because “If I’m gonna rant at you El, you could at least give me sympathy.”

He does have some insecurities about his orientation born out of just..f.eeling othered due to isolation and also some stuff he’s heard his dad say.

He figures out he’s asexual before he figures out he’s aromantic and has to deal with a lot of “Are you sure?” and “is that..is that normal?” from some townsfolks before he figures out Luke can scare them off and he lowkey spends a lot of time at the dinner during this time. Luke smiles at him and gives him muffins tho he’ll deny deny deny if you mention it.

A bit more sensitive than Rory like on the pilot episode when he notices Lorelai is worried about Chilton/having to ask her parents for money he stops at the base of the stairs and asks “is...everything okay mom?” and is kinda just in tune with how the people he cares about are feeling/picks up on things like that.

He...doesn’t super like his grandparents because of how they treat his mother.  Emily already made him a bit anxious because of her passive  aggressive nature ( he’s giving me some anxiety vibes tbh) and the fact that he thought the fact that his mom kept them away sorta ominous.  A lot of season 1 is him looking down at his plate and tensing with every “your mother’s golf clubs are in the attic along with the rest of her potential” and Richard’s “he ( Christopher) always was a smart one that  boy, you two must take after  him” and “as a maid with all your brains and talents” and it sorta...yeah he spends a lot of time looking at his plate and swallowing resentment. There are times where it gets better but overall he’s never completely at ease around them. He’s very quiet but civil around them even as he grows some affection and builds bridges with them along Lorelai and Rory. And I haven’t even figured out the fallout with the thing they pull at the wedding.

Emily at least once asked off handedly why Elliot wasn’t seeing anyone and I’m still figuring out if she says something like “that’s not normal” before Lorelai or Rory intervene.

(( Full disclosure Emily reminds me a bit too much of my own relationship with my mom and its really hard to write her favorably though I at least try to be fair. So Elliot is sometimes  a bit harsh on her and very in Lorelai’s corner when Emily and Richard are...less than nice. ))

Sort of a mamma’s boy. Rory and Lorelai have their special connection but so do Elliot and Lorelai. Rory was a bit more extroverted and would play/hang out with Lane while Elliot was perfectly content as a babie curling up with his mom and reading. It worried Lorelai a bit, how hard it was for him to reach out ( she never had that moment she had with Rory and Lane of “my kid has a friend” with him) but he always had Rory yknow so she calmed herself with that. Sometimes when Rory’s with Lane he’ll hang out at the Inn and work there. He somehow got in to Michel’s good graces ( “because you are quiet and unobtrusive”  and got him to teach him French 

Very tactile. When he’s getting nervous Rory will reach out and grab his hand or Lore will put her hands on his shoulder and he’ll calm down. He does the same when wanting to comfort friends or just wanting to show affection ( will lean on Finn and Colin a lot as he gets closer to them or accept that they’ll just throw an arm around him)

Meeting the LAD bridgade kids makes social events with his grandparents so much easier like ohmygod subparties with Logan Colin Finn and Rory  become lifesavers. ( its not so much the drinking as having someone you can laugh with while dodging your grandparents friends and the girl they told to look for you yknow)

He has more resentment towards Christopher than his sister and doesn’t see him with the rose colored glasses Rory sees him in their younger years. His absence hurts him a lot. He hides it well and is nice enough towards him because he loves Lorelai and Rory and wants them to be happy/have a good time but if you catch him on a bad day you might get a rant about how little Christopher knows about them and how little he was there  and “he just drops by, spends like a day with us and leaves yknow...it’s...and we’re supposed to be happy???” and the fact that he doesn’t wanna tell Rory or Lorelai bc he thinks it’ll upset them just  sorta...makes it worse.

And then at some point  Christopher pops off with “and how long are you gonna entertain this phase of his Lore, a boy his age should be dating” and while Rory’s making angry noises and Lorelai’s saying “Outside. Now” ( though they don’t know the twins are listening) he just gets...this thin unsurprised smile and...yeah it’s not great. 

Very supportive of people he loves. He’s constantly telling Rory through the Chilton years that she’s smart enough, more than smart enough to get through this and helps her study. He makes sure he tells Lorelai he loves her or hugs her if he can tell the dinners are a bit hard on her. Honestly a total cream puff. The resentment for his grandparents and father is mostly buried and comes out like when he’s upset/they do something that provokes it. Mostly he’s a really soft boy and kinda soft spoken, loves reading about science and space ( he balances out Rory’s preference for literature and history though they both like poetry and Elliot occasionally reads prose as Rory lets him infodump sometimes about science journals) and loves his friends so so dearly. Will get angry a la Beware The Nice Ones if you hurt them though the first thing he’ll do is comfort them/try to cheer them up.

He loves Stars Hollow but being the only aroace person he knows of there ( and fielding well intentioned “are you sures?” and “oh honey you’ll find someone someday”s and just..alot of early 2000s Star Hollow-ness ( “Hey kiddo you gonna bid on a basket this year?” “oh you’re getting handsome, gonna find yourself a girl for the starlight festival?” “is he..youknow?” is just...a lot? He wants to spread his wings and find his place/people like him/feel less isolated.

He still loves his town though as its his home and raised him his sister and in a way his mother. He visits while he’s at Yale ( the distance helps tremendously as does the ability to just...leave again) like Rory and says hi to Miss Patty and Gypsy and Andrew ( he loves Andrew omg. One of the few people who didn’t just assume he and Rory were always reading the same books) He helps the 30-Something gang find jobs/fine tune resumes  though im not including anything else form ayit and checks in how they’re doing bc..its still his town. They’re his family. “my nuts-o, extended...well meaning but sometimes overly invested and too-pushy-and-slightly-overbearing family.” even as he dreams of getting out a lot and once he does he...really likes it. He loves them

He goes to Yale because Rory goes to Yale (because again the whole Learning To Be Independent From Your Twin...kind of a slow process for him) and gets sibling-adopted by Finn and Colin  in a turn of events he’s pretty much confused over like im p sure they were like “hes ours now” and Elliot was like “im ...you’re...w..what?” and Logan who Knows Finn and Colin is like “don’t fight it” and lowkey adopted him too.

Im cutting myself off bc this got Long and im sorry lol

Thank you so much for the ask <3

send me a ✨ and i’ll tell you about a random OC

[ironspiidey]

Starker Spofity Shuffle

So ive been struggling with severe writers block. After seeing some peeps do the song shuffle mini fic thing on tumblr I thought it might be a good way to curb said writers block. Fingers crossed guys.

Read on A03

Help Pour Out the Rain (Lacey’s Song)// Buddy Jewell (Parent!Peter, Innocent!Morgan )

Peter was just on his way back to the house after his and Morgan’s weekly ice cream date after much of both Pepper and Tony saying that he was her parent as Pep and Tony are and that she needed alone time with her Papa as much as her Mommy and Daddy. When Morgan piped up from the backseat

“Papa!”

“Yes peanut?”

“Will we ever visit Auntie Nat?”

Peter glanced back at her through the rear-view mirror “I wish we could but Nat is in heaven with the angels.”

“Can we go there? Like to visit or would we have to stay forever. Could god use another angel to poor out the rain?” Morgan kept questioning her papa while she kept looking out the window

“Sorry baby we can’t go visit or stay until its our time to do so sweetie.”

“Oh okay.” Morgan shrugs her shoulders, the 6-year-old was silent for a moment before asking about something else. Not noticed how her Papa’s eyes were misty.

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With it// Always Never (Teenage!Starker, Hidden Relationship!)

Peter doesn’t get it, one-minute Tony and he are on the same page than all of a sudden he’s ghosted hard.

Tony tells his buddies that him and Peter have a weird friendship. Which honestly is true. After the disaster that was Quentin Beck, Peter stopped putting his heart on his sleeve. He thought things would be kinda okay with him and Tony until Tony started hiding them like what the fuck is that. Especially since he was with guys openly it wasn’t a coming out thing. Maybe Tony is just scared because of how Peter told him to enjoy the ride and let it play out and not to worry about love.

Only reason Peter even said that was because he was A. Stoned as hell, B. Just getting over his ex and C. Knowing how much of a player Tony Stark was and didn’t want to lose this good vibe of a friendship thing they had. But now? Now Peter knows he’s in love with him and maybe next time they get high he’ll mention it. Tony is always 100% honest while high.

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Hymn For The Missing// Red ( Character Death, Grieving!Tony, Adult!Peter, )

Tony finds himself back on the rooftop of the tower once again still heartbroken 2 years later. He fucking lost Peter. Tony never forgave himself for it, staring at the sky he wonders what happens to those that were dusted. Are they alive but in an alternate universe? Or are they truly dead? Strange doesn’t say much about what could be and frankly Tony doesn’t really want to know. The thought of sweet Peter, his Babyboy truly dead forever or stuck in the galaxy drifting would be too much to bear. It’s bad enough as it is with the knowledge that he couldn’t save him in the first place. Tony takes a deep breath and downs the scotch in his hand. It helps numb helps the pain. But only a little.

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Difficult Love// City and Colour (Minor Cheating mentioned, Drug use Mentioned Tony fucked up a lot but Peter loves him)

Tony knows its not been easy for Peter to stick by him. All these years from his college days and the fights, the drugs, the ‘cheating’. Peter refuses to call what Tony did cheating, says they were on a break so he cant call it cheating, But Tony well he knows it was a dick move because they were only on a break because Peter felt Tony needed to deal with some of his issues on his own without having to worry about Peter too.

All that happened during that break was Tony getting high out of his tree on things much harsher than weed, sleeping with randos and 2 overdoses. One that nearly killed him.

At the same time, he knows he needed to go through all that to be the Tony Stark he is today. Maybe without the overdoses but he’s still breathing and that’s what counts, or that’s at least what Peter keeps drilling into his thick brain.

God Tony is so grateful Peter stuck by him through his difficult love all these years.

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Worst in Me// Julia Michaels (Jealous!Peter, they have issues, but Tony knows they can work through it)

Peter sighs out on the balcony of their home. THEIR home. Peter takes a deep breath. Tonight’s fight was bad real bad. Peter let his emotions get in the way, the bad ones. The ones where he can’t help but be jealous of the woman that try to hang of Tony, his husband. They worked through so much shit. From abusive exs and past traumas together to have something so stupid get in the way. Peter shakes his head. Why does the worst in him have to come out and ruin things? Things used to be so great with him and Tony. But of course, Tony pushes and Peter pushes back and then they end up like this. Peter swallows and heads back inside, headed for the lab where he knows his better half is bound to be.

Peter tries the door, but it won’t him which means Tony is very mad and Peter definitely crossed the invisible line of don’t go here.

“Friday? Can you open this door?”

“Sorry Peter, Boss said no visitors, especially Spiderhusband.”

Peter lets out a sad chuckle at the little nickname.  “Can you patch my voice through to the lab.”

“Of course.”

“Tony..”

“Peter please go away.”

“Just hear me out, I promise if you don’t want to hear from me. Ill go stay with May or Bucky or something. Just please” Peter swallows, his voice starting to break. “Just let me say my piece first.”

Tony doesn’t look up from his hologram, just motions with his hand for him to continue.

“Its like I’ve got this chain reaction to act like a total dick. That the worst in me just must make an appearance when things are just getting good. I bring out all your monsters and I’m so sorry Tony. I’m not perfect but I cant lose you.. We used to be so happy and I know we could fix these kinks and the bad parts may not want to fix this, us. But the best in me wants to love you until the end of every forever.”

By the end of Peter’s spiel, both of them are crying. Tony walks over to the door and unlocks it. Opening his arms “C’mere Petey Pie. We are never above fixing. I get bitter.” Tony wraps his arms tightly around his husband as he ran into his arms “But I didn’t exactly stop people from mauling over me and I’ll do my very best to not hurt you again baby, We can do this.”

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Until the Day I Die// Story Of The Year (Hurt!Tony, Peter professes his love )

“God Tony this is so scary.” Peter swallows looking at his boyfriend and mentor laying in this hospital bed . “I need you to be okay. I know we haven’t been together long and this is definitely NOT the way to profess my love to you but the Doctors say your brain activity is fine and your just not waking up. So here goes.”

Peter glances at the door to make sure nobody was within listening distance. “Tony I feel like I loved you my whole life and not in the hero obsession everyone thinks. You’ve become my best friend, rock and partner all in one and while we only started becoming a thing. I love you with all of me until the day I die. If you don’t wake up and pull through this, if you.” Peter swallows “If you die, you’ll be taking me with you because without you Im nothing. Please Baby come back to me.”