#i ranted all of this out loud in the kitchen at 9am

[doesnotloveyou]

you guys remember the pineberry? this exotic, viral fruit that lookeddeceptively like a strawberry but tasted like "pineapple" and only grew in idk the netherlands or somehint, that pineberry. so the other day i tried one. i saw a whole SHELF of them at the store and i thought "wow that's so extravagant to see at meijer" (the price should've been the tip 0ff) and i thought it would be soooo cultured of me to try them and experience a new fruit (yet too chicken to try lychee) so i buy a box of these berries. andi take them home and i wash them and i bite into one and it's like

"huh. this tastes like...a tart strawberry"

they taste like underripe strawberries and they're white so they even look like the little strawberry fists that have just seen the light of day. eating a pineberry is just the experience of eating a whole adult strawberry but with the sharp flavor of a baby strawberry. and i'm annoyed by this and the packaging implies these pineberries—of which i have a whole container—were grown locally in the USoA so i google "pineberries" to get some kind of backstory as to why i was sold inFeriOR pineberries and..........they're just geneitcally modified strawberries. from the US. some american was like "i know, what if i took a strawberry but made it white?"......as if that isn't the most american thing to say ever....like othello. "othello, but white" ... "okay and the rest of the cast is black?" - "nononono, everything stays the same except we take othello and make him white. y'know like a pineberry"

[saecookie]

Ok but thank you so much @oreliel-from-valinor for the tag ? It was so nice hearing about you ♥♥ !

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? It’s a white comb.

2. name a food you never eat: I honestly don’t know ? I could try a lot of things I think ? Maybe stuff that smells a lot. Like some andouille de guéméné.

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? I’m rarely cold but I regularly have dead cold feet and hands.

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?  Supposed to be working, probably ranting about @effervescentdragon​‘s fics though.

5. what’s your favourite candy bar? I... Don’t know ? I mostly have cravings more than favourites.

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yup, figure skating GP circuit.

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? "oui ça peut être pas mal, oui”/”yes it would be a good idea”.

8. what is your favourite ice cream? Raspberries & lemon. Together. But there’s also this ice cream shop in my town that has EVERYTHING and I usually take 3 scoops, rhubarb, vine peach and lime&basil.

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? Green tea too ! ♥

10. do you like your wallet? It’s not a wallet actually, it’s just a very small pouch with my stuff in it. It’s pink with a lama on it, and it was a very unexpected gift and I love it.

11. what is the last thing you ate? A pear and biscuits.

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Nope, I don’t buy much clothes.

14. what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? There are flavours except for sweet or salty ?

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? If we’re talking text text, it was my therapist.

16. ever been camping? Yes once or twice at most.

17. do you take vitamins? I should I think.

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? Nope.

19. do you have a tan? Not right now, just my regular light brown skin.

20. do you prefer Chinese or pizza? Pizza too.

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? Nope, because then I drink it all in one go.

22. what colour socks do you usually wear? I don’t really care about them ?

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? I don’t drive.

24. what terrifies you? Drowning and maggots. Sudden loud noises too.

25. look to your left, what do you see? My work laptop.

26. what chore do you hate most? Changing bedsheets and taking spiderwebs down.

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? "is it an australian accent ?”

28. what’s your favourite soda? Oasis, Cherry coke, Ginger beer.

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? I don’t drive, but I usually take it to go.

30. what’s your favourite number? Never thought of it.

31. who’s the last person you talked to? My coworker.

32. favourite meat? Duck or flank steak.

33. last song you listened to? RISE OF THE SUN by Willow City.

34. last book you read? maybe an Edge Chronicles book.

35. favourite day of the week? Friday, because it’s coffee date day.

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? Yes.

37. how do you like your coffee? One sugar.

38. favourite pair of shoes? A pair of high heels white floral stilettos that I can’t wear often because of my bad knees.

39. time you normally get up? 7am on weekdays, either 9am or 4pm on weekends.

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunsets.

41. how many blankets on your bed? One.

42. describe your kitchen plates: plain white.

43. describe your kitchen at the moment: There are dishes set to dry, fruits on the table, a lot of frames and figures, a cookeo and a thermomix.

44. do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? umeshu, amaretto and gin fizz. And those very specific cocktails at a fancy cocktail bar.

46. what colour is your car? Don’t have one.

47. can you change a tire? Nope but I could learn.

48. your favourite state or province? Never been to the US, even if I could give some mushy answers. In France, I have a thing for Vendée.

49. favourite job you’ve had? The one I have now I think.

50. tagging: @effervescentdragon @elwenn-dreaming  @tardisinateapot @finn-shitposts @i-lost-a-flip-flop if you want to ! ♥

[infinitestarsintheskye]

I was tagged by the ever lovely @besidemethewholedamntime, thanks lovely! 😘

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

Just plain black. Nothing exciting unfortunately!

2. Name a food you never eat

Mushrooms, and at the moment, cheese. Damned dairy intolerance.

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

Both, but usually cold. My internal heating and cooling system is truly buggered, thanks to the fact that I was a premmie baby. Just one of the many fun side effects.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Fannying about after having a shower. Every single day I do this and I don’t know why.

5. What’s your favorite candy bar?

CURRENTLY, it is the Galaxy Vegan caramelised hazelnut chocolate and oh my god it’s so good. A lot of vegan chocolate is really crumbly and whilst it tastes good, the texture is just off and that kind of ruins it for me. But Galaxy have really nailed the texture, it’s just creamy and good and just tastes and feels like real chocolate and I was honestly so happy the first time I tried it.

6. Have you ever been to professional sports event?

I have! I went to a few Scottish Premier League (football) games when I was younger, with my dad, before realising that I didn’t enjoy it much. I have also been to one singular hockey match, which really tells you everything you need to know about how I found that. Honestly I don’t really go in much for sports. I enjoy watching horse riding, show jumping and the like, and figure skating, and that’s about it.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?

“WHAT ARE YOU EATING?!” To the doggo, who had just got a hold of the leftovers of my dad’s lunch.

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

Ben and Jerry’s do an ice cream that has vanilla on one side, and chocolate on the other, with a full ass BLOCK of caramel in the middle, and it is probably the unhealthiest thing I have ever consumed, but oh my god it’s so good.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Tea! Please assume that I am always drinking tea, it is a fairly accurate assumption.

10. Do you like your wallet?

Eh. It’s okay. It’s getting a bit old but I’ve been putting off getting a new one.

11. What is the last thing you ate?

One of those tiny little packets of haribo that are STILL somehow leftover from Halloween

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

I did! I bought a new top for work, a white jumper bc white goes with everything and I’m a bit lazy.

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched?

On purpose? The 2018 Winter Olympic Ice Dance final when Virtue/Moir FINALLY WON THE GOLD!!! It was on until like 3/4am, and I had 3 back to back lectures the next day, and I was SO TIRED, but oh it was worth it!! I think the mens individual final was on the next night but I FULLY fell asleep halfway through 😬

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

Sweet and salty!

15. Who is the last person you send text message to?

My sister! I was ranting about The Crown and she was just kind of listening haha

16. Ever been camping?

Twice! Both my guide troop. Once just cause, and once bc it was the Centenary of Girl Guiding in the UK and all of the troops in our county pitched up in a giant field for the weekend, which was good fun! Would I do it again? Maybe not. I’m not really that outdoorsy, but I will give anything a go once.

17. Do you take vitamins?

Nope! I probably should, but I swear every time I start taking vitamin C I get a cold. Not sure if this is just my immune system being weird or if I am actually cursed.

18. Do you regularly attend a place of workship?

Nope! I am very much agnostic. I used to live almost right across the road from a church, that was fun on a Sunday morning no need to set an alarm, and I used to walk past, I kid you not four or five on my way to work, which is a lot considering it was ALL ONE ROAD and a fairly short walk.

19. Do you have a tan?

Nope! I’m so pale I reflect the sun back.

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza?

Pizza!!! I miss it!!! Dairy free cheese suuuuuccckkksssss

21 . Do you drink your soda through a straw?

Not really. I didn’t really before but I’m really not a fan of paper straws and them getting all soggy.

22. What color socks you usually wear?

Literally every single colour. A lot of blue and navy but I’m not kidding, it is every colour.

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

I can’t drive so I can’t go over the speed limit haha

24. What terrifies you?

Oh well, what a fun question. So much. Ultimately failure. Failure to do anything worthwhile in my life, failure to help people, failure in my personal life. The list goes on. And heights. I am truly truly terrified of heights.

25. Look to your left, what do you see?

The doggo!! 🐶

26. What chore do you hate the most?

Sorting through odd socks. All black socks should be burned imo.

27. What do you think when you hear Australian accent?

Neighbors. My mum loved Neighbors in its hayday, and it is always discussed when Kylie or Jason Donovan is on the telly haha.

28. Whats your favorite soda?

Good old lemonade.

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit drive through?

Can’t drive so go in. My flatmate and I got really bad for ordering in McDonalds last year after it got put on Uber eats. She was a terrible influence on me I swear.

30. What’s your favorite number?

8!

31. Who’s the last person you talked to?

My granny!

32. Favorite meal?

My mum’s leftover chicken risotto with bacony bits

33. Last song you listened to?

According to Spotify, Smoke by Gia Margaret (suprise surprise, its from the Normal People soundtrack)

34. Last book you read?

Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrell. Such a beautifully written book. Very casually magical and oh so very sad.

35. Favorite day of the week?

Tuesday, but I couldn’t tell you why.

36. Can you say alphabet backwards?

Absolutely not.

37. How do you like your coffee?

I don’t like coffee. I like the smell but it is far too bitter for me and the caffeine makes me feel truly awful.

38. Favorite pair of shoes?

I have a pair of brown boots that are almost victorian in style, they lace up, and made of the softest leather and I love them to utter pieces.

39. Time you normally get up?

On a normal day, usually any time after 10am. I like my bed and I don’t go to sleep until quite late. When I’m working, it’s usually between half past 6 and 9am.

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunset?

Sunset. I am very much a night owl.

41. How many blankets on your bed?

At the moment I just have my big thick duvet which keeps me very cosy and I never want to get out of my cosy bed, but I FULLY expect that to increase as it gets colder bc I am a cold creature.

42. Describe your kitchen plates

Just plain white, fairly standard.

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment.

Clean???

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

Oooh, I like a Bacardi and coke or a gin and lemonade (which according to my gin and tonic loving mother is a sacreligous thing to do to gin). I don’t drink a whole lot, but those are my two go tos.

45. Do you play cards?

I can play cards, but I don’t do it on the regular.

46. What color is your car?

Don’t have a car!

47. Can you change a tire?

Nope!

48. Your favorite state or province?

Don’t really have that here, so I’m gonna be a bit cheeky and say Perthshire 😉. It really is beautiful though!!

49. Favorite job you’ve had?

My current job! It’s just a clothes shop retail job, but the company is so good (which is rare for a big company), the people are so lovely, the hours can suck sometimes, but I enjoy it so much more than waitressing and bar work!

Thanks again so much for the tag! I think just about everyone has been tagged in this, so if you haven’t done this yet, consider yourself tagged now!!

[soysaucevictim]

Late to post, but here’s Week 2 of Spellbound.

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Aug. 22

I woke up around 11AM.

Did some video editing and started uploading the footage of me drawing that Remus pixel portrait of Remus.

The did some dishes and made today’s Hello Fresh Meal. Mushroom Penne with truffle cream. I liked it to a middling extent (I’m enjoying truffle more myself, but I recognize how intense of a flavor it is). But yeah. It was met with a “meh”.

Spent a few hours updating some logs and documenting last few day’s of events. Then, I did today’s exercise.

First, today’s DD. 40 climbers with EC. Pretty fun and breezy. I tried to land lightly on my feet this time - just to feel graceful like that.

Last, Chapter 7 of the SbP. I was to charge and cast “Healing Level 1 Spell“ to help an NPC out. I rested about 1′ in between sets - it was mostly breezy yoga... mostly. Glad the up/down dogs were done in pairs, the child’s pose was a nice breather too. Really felt the fatigue build-up when it came to that plank hold. But it was pretty satisfying to transition between exercises as smoothly as possible!

Did some online shopping and watched YouTube before bed... late again.

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Aug. 23

I woke up after 11AM.

Did some chatting and whatnot before getting in today’s exercise early (which was welcomingly chill.)

First, today’s DD. 1′ plank punches with EC. I counted exactly 60 reps today, so I’m fairly happy about that pace!

Last, Chapter 8 of the SbP. I was to charge and cast “Tracking Spell“. It was nice to just do meditation again. This required 10′ and I focused on breathing from the belly as best I could. Mind wandered a lil but that’s just how it goes. It was still pretty relaxing!

Chill was disrupted by a transient health scare with Dad... threw my entire day off. Was supposed to be movie night, but between anxiety about that and fear that things would interrupt movie time. But chatting and browsing stuff helped a bit.

I got to bed obscenely late again.

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Aug. 24

I woke up around 2PM.

Had technical issues but more notably there was a pretty loud/angry argument bro had with the Uncle about his negligent cooking and mess-cleaning leading to the kitchen sink being backed-up.

There was shoving involved. Fucked me up mentally for a good while, if I’m totally honest... I tried doing some Sides analysis and chatted for a distraction, before doing my exercise.

First, today’s DD. 40 scorpion twists with EC. A little less fun to do with a slightly full stomach. But oh well. I like the exercise well enough.

Last, Chapter 9 of the SbP. I was told to charge a couple more spells.

First had to be “Shield“. Variable rest times, today. I could feel the jitters start to melt as I went along, so that was more than welcome. Some ankle complaint noted from the jumping lunges, but at least it wasn’t very many of those.

Second was just any attack spell - I charged “Wind Blast“. Pretty variable rest here, too. Kinda didn’t want to do a lot of floorwork today - but I do think I hit the arms a bit harder for it. Still gotta be mindful of your elbows for plank rotations, too.

That helped dial down the jitters I was having for a bit... so did chatting and trying to sketch a fan art idea out.

But I still wound up pulling an allnighter because I was an anxious mess today... I didn’t really get much done other than some rambling on the fandom blog and watching YouTube...

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Aug. 25

This morning I did some dishes, made a trip reservation, ranted on Twitter about sources of distress before taking a couple hour nap.

Spent most of day chatting and browsing stuff.

It was a bit late, but I did get in some exercise today.

First, today’s DD. 2′ single leg hops, without EC. Had to drop at 1′30″ mark, rested a few seconds to finish up. Only counted the the longer set’s reps - 120. Honestly, sleep-deprivation REALLY didn’t help.

Last, Chapter 10 of the SbP. Casted the “Shield” spell, though I’m not doing the probability check, the roll I got was a success anyways.

Then I was to charge & cast, “Healing Level 1 Spell“ again. Whoo boy... eating jalapeno poppers was NOT the smartest decision shortly before this. Gave myself some heartburn and coughing because of said heartburn. But I powered through that. :I

Then, I hit the showers and washed my mask. Browsed tumblr for a bit before hitting the sack. Happy but unsurprised by managing the yellow zone. Exhausted and I had somewhere to be tomorrow.

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Aug. 26

I woke up around 11AM.

Went to Seeking Safety Group. Went alright.

Got home and spent some hours streaming/making that glitchy, hellish mash-up I did for silly reason. Also spent time chatting and browsing about.

Very late, but I managed to get in my exercise around 11PM, tonight.

First, today’s DD. 2′ side leg raise with EC (1′/1′). This was pretty breezy to get through. Get more out of this if you can make a right angle with side of hip to floor.

Last, Chapter 11 of the SbP. I was to charge and cast the “Super Strength Spell“. Variable to max amount of rest taken between sets, this time. Tried to make the push-ups decent. But it was pretty easy to get through this in a timely fashion.

Spent rest of my night doing Sides analysis stuff. Got to bed obscenely late... only saving grace was that it was before noon. :/

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Aug. 27

I woke up around noon.

I spent most of my day chatting and doing that Sides analysis stuff (interpreting pairing platonically positively.) I wound up writing like 2.3k words on that instead of fic writing... woops.

Did my exercise late.

Spent vast majority of my day working on a positive analysis of all the Sides pairings [platonic intent], set to post tomorrow. Had a lot of fun chatting about it too. I wrote like 2.3k words on it... orz

First, today’s DD. 2′ O-Pose with EC. That definitely got me trembling the whole way through. Things got real after 1′ and legs started to feel like dropping in the last 20″. But I’m really happy I managed it. This is a personal favorite exercise. Very meditative!

Last, Chapter 12 of the SbP. I was to charge and cast the “Invisibility Spell.“ Max rest. The plank rotations were the hardest part - everything else was pretty manageable.

I did get to bed too late, almost in the yellow zone.

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Aug. 28

I woke up a bit after 9AM.

I had to go to my psychiatrist appointment today. Went alright... got a chance to share that scary!Remus art with him. I did mention the acute shit that’s been happening... but also my more positive coping stuff.

Got home and when the Hello Fresh arrived - I did dishes and made today’s meal. Italian noodle soup. This was another chicken sausage based soup - pretty enjoyable. Bro liked the kale soup more. But at least I think it was more accessible for pops and his lack of teeth.

I was already tired at that point... but I had to help deal with kitchen sink problems I didn’t realize were an issue. Whatever the Uncle did to “fix“ the sink broke it and it was leaking the entire time I was doing dishes! Fucking hell.

Had to take another shower after that.

Active rest day, only devoted exercise was going to be  today’s DD. 40 raised leg circles with EC. Not a fan of neck strain. But doable. Just glad it was only that with my energy levels.

Got to bed later than yesterday.

[kpersonkwriter]

Perfect Imperfections

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader Oneshot (established relationship AU)

Word Count: 3591

Genre: Mainly fluff, mentions of angst and smut

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of poor mental health and self – harm, mentions of smut, poor body image and low self – esteem, Jin’s dad jokes ofc

A/N: This one is a personal one for me tbh but please remember that the models in magazines do not define what you should look like. Body image is a complex thing but please do not let it define you. You are more than what you look like! If you do have poor mental health or low body self – esteem, please talk to somebody. Whether it a friend, family or teacher please talk. And if you feel you can’t or just need to rant, please don’t hesitate to message me!

Today was the day from hell as far as you were concerned. Your meeting for the group project had been a mess because people hadn’t done their allocated work (honestly, whoever invented group projects was clearly the devil), your retail therapy had left you in tears as you found out the harsh way that you had to go one size bigger to fit into a nice pair of jeans that you had been eyeing for weeks and lastly you had the customers from hell who thought that it’d be a good idea to come in 5 minutes before closing “for a couple of things” then proceeded to walk out half an hour later with nearly £100 worth for a dinner party. To top it all off, your umbrella had broken leading you to walk the 15-minute journey back to your shared apartment with your best friend, who was back at home for reading week.

As soon as you got into your apartment, you huffed as you threw your bag on the floor before changing into one of your boyfriends’ t – shirt which you had not so discreetly stolen two months ago despite promising to give it back. You just so desperately wanted to drink some hot chocolate curled up in your bed whilst binge watching Black Mirror as you walked towards your kitchen, the idea of hot chocolate making the day somewhat better at least. However, staring at the empty contents of your fridge you were reminded that payday was still a week away as you let out a loud groan. You were sure that the day couldn’t be any worse.

“Y/N!” Your saviour had apparently arrived and you couldn’t help but let out a relieved sigh as you heard him shut the door behind him.

“Jin?” You peered your head from the doorway to the sight of your boyfriend holding four bags of what you presumed to be food. In the 2 years that you had been dating, you had come to learn that bags that Jin held were of food more often than not.  

“A little help jagi?” He gestured to the both his hand as you rushed to help him.

“What’s all this?” You laughed, leading both of you down the hallway and into your shared kitchen.

“I know that payday isn’t until next week so got you some food since you had to pay for your phone that you broke.” You bit your lip as you remembered what your idiot best friend had done. Namjoon, your loveable friend who was stuck in the depths of Freud with you during Psychology module, had managed to trip up the stars leading to your apartment after you leant him your phone since he had broken it a week prior. He had the guts to bang the door to your room with a sheepish smile as he handed you the smashed content of your phone. “But hey, at least I can add ‘falling up the stairs’ as a skill on my CV” he had grinned. In retaliation you made him buy you a hot chocolate the next day as you both ran to your 9am lecture.

“You are a godsend Kim Seokjin.” You leaned up to kiss him before the pair of you set the bags on the kitchen table. Both had got into your roles, after all it hadn’t been the first time that you two went food shopping before coming back to cook together or ordering take - out.

“Just like my face?” You merely rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the grin painting your lips after all, dad jokes and cringey one – liners were the norm in your relationship. At first you had hated them, finding them borderline narcissistic and arrogant, yet you had come to love them. They had given you reasons to crack a smile when you had been crying or had annoyingly been the reason as to why you gave in so quickly in forgiving him after a fight. It was over for you when he came delivering those one – liners as well as some plate of food.

You had silently chosen Chinese as you put some food on a plate, taking them in front of the TV, as Jin poured some wine before joining you. He had seemed to just know you needed alcohol tonight, almost being his gift to know how you were feeling. Maybe it was your body language, or maybe it was from a general vibe or possibly subtle changes in expression including the way your eyes just seemed to be down as opposed to lighting up. Whatever it was, it was times like these where you were grateful.

Small talk about your respective days was made as you quietly ate whilst you watched some rubbish reality show on the TV. Jin moaned about his annoying boss – Min Yoongi – saying that it wasn’t his fault that his boss didn’t appreciate his dad jokes and told him to “shut his mouth and get on with the job” or risk being fired. Your boyfriend valued his monthly pay check over dad jokes, albeit begrudgingly. Yet despite his talking and the meaningless background chatter from the TV, the weight of the day came crushing down on you. In fact the past week of rushed assignments, rude customers and just bad luck in general weighed down heavily on you as you picked at your food, taking out the frustrations on the innocent chow mein as you sighed heavily.

Ever the observant boyfriend, he stopped eating as he turned his body towards you, eyebrows creased in worry at your lack of appetite. “Jagi, you ok?”

“Hmm?”

“You ok? I know that you prefer the other place but it’s closed on a Monday so I had no choice but to go this one. If you want something else I could heat up- hey why are you crying?” His hands immediately put both your plates on the mahogany coffee table before enveloping you into a hug, his hand rubbing up and down your back opening the dam of tears even more as they soaked through his dress shirt. He said nothing, the only sound that filled the room being the trashy TV and your now quieting sobs, yet it was perfect, his silence saying everything you needed to hear, his body being enough. His grip on you never loosened as tears began to subside, his shirt probably thanking you as the patch on his chest now clearly damp, white cotton sticking to your boyfriend’s broad chest.

Once your sobs had ended Jin silently went to the kitchen to get you a cup of water before repositioning you on the sofa so that you were now directly opposite him.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s just this week, it’s been so…”

“Shit?” He offered, a sad smile painting his lips as he looked at you yet he didn’t push. He didn’t prod for more information but just let you nod before you sighed.

“That group meeting I had for the presentation in two weeks?”

“Hmm?”

“None of them did their parts! So I have to stay up a couple of times this week to make sure it’s ready. I had an annoying customer so I had to stay behind to close up and then my umbrella broke on the way home.” You stopped to take an intake of breath, your emotions getting on top of you as you rambled. “Then the jeans that I saw from our date two weeks ago? I couldn’t fit and that was the last one.” You cried, ignoring how trivial your worries seemed in the grand scale of things. But added to the weight of your university work, overbearing parents asking you what your life plans were (people saying that you’d know by your second year were liars. Each and everyone of them), stressing about your lack of student loan which barely covered your rent let alone other bills as well as wondering whether it’d be worth it to do further postgraduate education or just to go into work – everything had piled up. And it was today that the proverbial dam broke. No, it shattered. Yet Seokjin, your perfect boyfriend Jin, smiled as he pulled you to him once again as he gently whispered comforting words into your ear.

“Come with me. I’ve got something to show you.” He whispered, gently dragging you by the hand to the bathroom. You were confused, your bath had broke by a drunken fresher a couple of weeks ago so apart from a few towels, the sink, shower and the body length mirror, you couldn’t fathom why you boyfriend would pull you into it. “Take off your clothes.”

“I’m not up for shower sex today oppa…”

“I’m not! I promise.” He sat on the edge of the sink as he watched you strip, hesitantly albeit as you became more and more self – conscious as more skin showed, inevitably seeing your body despite wanting to avoid looking in the mirror. You were bigger than most, after binge eating when your depression had been at its worst during your teenage years, curves reflecting in the mirror instead of a thin stick figure that graced annoyingly the covers of magazines everywhere. And another thing to notice were the scars that had accompanied your growing figure, a testament to the sudden growth from the hoards of crisps, pizzas and chips (in your defence, unhealthy food shouldn’t taste so good). Your boyfriend, sending small nods of encouragement from his reflection, had been great, stressing that he loved you for your personality, ability to laugh at his always awful dad jokes as well as you volunteering to be his taster for his cooking inventions. He had stressed that he didn’t care about you scars and that you were curvy, instead complimenting you when you wore dresses to dates and saying that they accentuated your curves in the right places. And of course this all continued when you had sex, him taking the time to whisper that you looked amazing, kissing your scars as he marvelled and treated your body like you were some goddess.

Seokjin had walked behind you now that you were naked, aside from your underwear and bra, his hands stopping you from taking them off. His hand rested at your hips as his brown orbs met your in the reflection.

“What do you see Y/N?” He murmured, his breath tickling your neck, your eyes dropping in shame at your reflection, because what you saw was definitely not what your boyfriend saw. Where you saw yourself as big, incomparable to other girls and riddled with scars, a testament to your past and ongoing struggle with mental health, your boyfriend didn’t. The thought that you weren’t good enough for Seokjin had run through your head at lightening speed yet again, as it occupied your mind frequently. He was a hand crafted sculpture with his ridiculously perfect jawline as girls and boys would always comment on his perfect proportions (where was the lie though?). Wherever you walked with him, women would swoon as men would either send him an appreciative glance or daggers, whilst you just held your head down as you silently walked along. It was those times in which that you couldn’t help but think that he was more physically suited for someone who was at least on the same par as him as well. Two years in and it obviously crossed your mind, that breaking up with him would somehow be saving him almost and would save you snide remarks after he would drop you off at campus. And quite frankly, days like this only made you think more seriously about it.

“Jin I-“

“No Y/N, I want you to have a look and tell me what you see.” He gently lifted your head so that you were facing your reflection. You were ashamed, hand instinctively hugging your tummy, as you let out a heavy sigh.

“I don’t like it Jin. I just see scars and stretch marks.” You smiled sadly as you met his gaze in the mirror, turning slightly so that you were touching him, just so ready to sink into his embrace but he didn’t let you.

“Oh Y/N… Have you not learnt anything from the last two years?” He sighed, turning your head so you saw yourself in the mirror. “I love all of you.” He knelt down to the floor, never breaking eye contact with you. He kissed your ankle, just a pepper of one, before smiling fondly at you. “I love your ankles, even though you scare me to death with the amount times you roll over them going up the stairs. Not forgetting the way that I love your legs because they look sexy especially in dresses.”

Seokjin’s hands travelled up to the inside of your thighs, you flinching by reflex, slowly and gently caressing your stretch marks. “I love your thighs. You may get jealous of other girls who have a natural thigh gap but I love the way they are. I love that they’re thick because I love that I can warm up my hands in between them during the winter.” Another kiss. “I love that they jiggle.” Another kiss. “And I love it when I run my hands over them when you’re riding me on the sofa whilst we give up on some shitty rom – com. Or when you thigh ride me. Take your pick.” He winked, making you giggle a little, rolling your eyes at his comment along with a slight blush of your cheeks, for said riding had happened less than a week ago. “Hey don’t make me laugh, I’m trying to be serious and romantic here Y/N!” Anyone could tell that it was a light scolding, the crinkle in the corner of his eye showing his true thoughts.

Hands travelling to your ass, grabbing them before placing a kiss one on each cheek.  “Don’t get me started on your ass woman. I’m more of a boob man but wow Y/N.” A small smirk riding his lips as he sent another of his signature winks to you in the mirror. “The way they jiggle when you’re exercising in your leggings that hug you so perfectly. I’ll tell you a secret Y/N – I lie when I say that I have work to do and come into your living room to do it, I just love the view from behind. Especially your squats.” He kissed his fingers like an Italian chef and added a “bellissimo” in his quite frankly awful Italian accent earning a small laugh again, more sincere this time, the effects of his actions immediately having an effect on you.

“Your stomach. And before you start complaining, I love it despite what you think.” His frown was enough to tell you not to interrupt his grand speech and he peppered loads of kisses on your midriff. “You may be bigger than normal but that means you give the best hugs Y/N! I come to yours after a hard day at work because people, especially Min Yoongi, can be a bitch sometimes and I feel so comforted by your hugs. You don’t even have to say anything – it’s a gift! Also, I just love you because you don’t complain about any of the food I cook for you.” He grinned, making eye contact with you again. You were just about to interrupt, wanting to make a point about the time he practically burnt the food but put it down to “enthusiastically crisp” when he shut you up by standing up to give you a small peck on the lips. It was definitely effective for sure. “And the most important thing Y/N – if you’re heavier than average people then it’ll be harder to kidnap you. You can’t leave me Y/N! You’re stuck with me jai.” A peck on the cheeks made you smile again as he went to stand behind you, locking eyes with you again in the mirror.

“And only coming ahead of your ass by a teeny bit is your boobs. You know how I feel about this Y/N… I just love them. I love sleeping on them when I’m ill or tired, I love kissing them and leaving hickeys,” He stopped only to make a point on wriggling his eyebrows. “and I love the way they bounce when you ride me or when I’m on top. I love it when you come home and take your bra off and you sometimes unknowingly let out a sigh because you hate the underwire or when I find you sometimes just holding your boobs like when we watch a film or just whenever.” Your cheeks grew at that, damn your boyfriend for being observant. He kissed them each before his kisses travelled to your neck, breath tickling it.

“Ahhh your neck. I love it when you get flustered in the mornings because you’re either trying to find the right shade of concealer or find a turtleneck top that’ll cover the hickeys that I leave which you make the most adorable moan every time I do. And I’ll never be able to get over the fact that you trust me so much to allow me to press down on your neck slightly during rough sex Y/N. I know that opening up hasn’t been easy for you, and that trust doesn’t come easily, but trusting me to do that is something that I really take to be a privilege and I hope you know that.” A few kisses on your neck punctuated the end of that.

“Now to your face. Hmmm shall we start from your eyes? They say that the eyes are windows to the soul and with you that couldn’t be more truthful with you. Your eyes light up whenever you talk about the disabled kids that you volunteer with or whenever you talk about Tom Holland,” You didn’t miss the roll of his eyes at the latter half of that sentence but then who could resist the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman? “not forgetting when your eyebrows furrow when you concentrate. Then there’s your lips, your glorious lips! They’re plump and kissable which makes it so hard for me Y/N, you don’t understand!” He gave them a peck, leaving you wanting more of course. “Your cheeks! Are so squishable and cute! I love the way they blush even if you don’t because when you do you become the most adorable girlfriend in the world and even more, you’re mine!” His smile was wide enough to light up the universe at this rate. God you really loved Kim Seokjin.

Lastly, as both of his hands held your wrists, you knew what the next thing would be. “I love your wrists because they tell a story about you. Each and every scar that you may hate teach me something about you. To you it shows your struggles, but to me it shows how incredibly strong you are. It shows me that despite it being some of the hardest and darkest years of your life, you are the bravest person I know for seeking help from your university counselling service. Not only that but having the courage to tell your friends and family and then cutting the people out of your life who only laughed at you for it shows you’re putting yourself first for once and that makes me so incredibly happy because after giving so much for others, it’s the least you deserve.” He pauses to see a lone tear falling down your face and only kisses the scars on your wrists, no words being spoken.

“You are my inspiration Y/N. You are the reason that I get up to go to work every morning so that I can save up to spend our future together. Because even though you had a hard past, you came out so much stronger and I will try my damn hardest to make sure that your future is pain – free as possible. I promise Y/N because I love all of you. I love your imperfections and I love your perfections. I love the things that you’re bad at and equally, the things you excel at. Because we’re partners in crime and we do and will complete each other. And if you ever fall back into your dark place and your demons come to haunt you, then we’ll face it together. We’ll go to therapy or if you just need a break from everything then we’ll go away for a week somewhere. Whatever happens I will be with you Y/N and simply because I love all of you.” He took a breath, standing in front of you, in front of your reflection, so that you were facing each other.

“Seokjin, I… I don’t know what to say.” Your tears kept streaming down and sniffles echoed in the bathroom because you really were lucky to have him.

“Then don’t. Just know that I love all of you and that’ll be enough.” He kissed your forehead before pulling you in for a hug.

“Just thank you Seokjin. Thank you for everything.” You whispered, tears soaking his shirt for the second time that night. Yet you felt incredibly happy. You were happy that in despite of everything, you were loved, something that you couldn’t have fathomed years ago. You were so incredibly loved by the man that held you that you knew that you’d face everything together.

“Anything for you.”

“But you really had to mention your jealousy for Tom Holland?”

[aboutmyroommate]

I need to vent about my roommate at uni

I should've made this awhile ago, and honestly not sure why I haven't but I'm glad I found this space to rant about my roommate. 

I'm just gonna start with today. The number one thing that annoys me is that she doesn't tell me when she's bringing people over??? like??? that'd be considerate. I was getting lunch together and all of a sudden she busts in the dorm with her two loud friends and they all crowd in the kitchen, blasting music, eating, and just being obnoxious and loud and so I huff and get my stuff together to go in the lobby because I'm not having it. When shes with her friends, they're ridiculously loud and obnoxious, and it's always inconveniencing. Like you live with someone, how about learn how to recognize that the person you're living with may not wanna deal with all that. The only time they're ever quiet is when they're doing homework together and that's extremely rare. It's just super frustrating never knowing who's coming over, how long they'll be here, if she's leaving for a few nights, when she's coming back, etc. It's like a game of roulette every day. 

Not to mention, she feels the need to constantly spray Lysol?? like are you good??? i hate that chemical smell like honey nobody is sick. She sprays it every single day all over the dorm and it'll linger for like an hour. Also, she leaves food out on the kitchen counter like can you clean up after yourself??? it's not difficult?? there's a pizza box in the fridge, two pizza boxes on the counter, an old bottle of juice, different old foods from like a month ago in the fridge that she hasn't thrown away and I'm getting to the point where I'm just gonna assume if she hasn't eaten something in a few days, i'm throwing it away because that's nasty. I feel like a mom cleaning up after her.  

Omg and don't get me started on her ALWAYS BEING ON THE PHONE. She literally will get on the phone all day off and on, like girl are you good??? she'll talk for like two hours each time too and it's always at inconveniencing times and she's not quiet about it either, she's screaming from laughter and talking like she's in the middle of a concert and can't hear. She'll babble on at 8am and babble on at 10pm when i'm ready for bed??? plus quiet hours is at 10 so im constantly worried that someone is gonna report us and i'd be an accessory to that. Like it's too late for this. Oh and not to mention she always brings people over at the most inconveniencing times which is why I wish she'd check in with me so I can leave if I'm doing work. She brought her friend over at 9am on a wednesday like girl seriously??? go to class??? i havent even had breakfast yet, i'm in bed in pjs like i'm clearly not in the mindset for company??? she just doesn't care. im mad.

[spideywars]

hey!!! if you are doing those promts can you do a one where niall is a photographer/director kinda young hot making wave in industry types and harry a model who just got a shoot with him (h is kind of internet model, done some major shoots just not too many ). can you make it flirty and a bit angsty!!! thanks!!!

One of my favourite one shots I’ve written so far, I really enjoyed writing this. All fluff and a small bit of angst for you all. 

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“Can you turn your head a little to the left? Yeah, perfect, actually a little more…that’s great.” Niall’s camera flashed and lit up the dark room of his apartment/workplace. The man sitting on the stool in front of the little grey background Niall had set up was wearing a fancy suit, hair brushed to perfection, beard trimmed. He was here for a business magazine, a random model Niall had found in his booklet that he kept for calls if he needed someone, this lad seemed perfect and looked fancy enough to be slapped on the cover of that kind of magazine.

He took a second shot with the loud click of his professional camera when the door to his apartment opened, loud footsteps walking behind him. Niall almost rolled his eyes, leaning down to look through the lens and getting ready to take another picture when a hand came to rest on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly and making him flinch.

“Nialler, got some new information on that magazine cover you’re doing for Rolling Stone?” His head shot up at that, remembering one of his biggest projects that he’s ever had to do. The person reminding him was his assistant, Deo, who was also his cousin.

“What do you need? I’m in the middle of something.” He tried to act cool, not wanting to be too pushy and frantic to know what Deo needed to tell him. Anxiety was building in his chest like his lungs were filling up with concrete.

“Just take a five minute break, let him get restyled by Lou so we can chat.” Deo was tugging on the end of his shirt sleeve, tugging him along towards his kitchen. He lightly pulled away, turning towards the model who was raising a perfectly plucked brow at them.

“Let’s take a five or ten minute break. Just head over to your station and I’ll be back in a second.” He gave the man a smile, who returned one back before they parted. Now, Niall was being dragged into the kitchen, the lights being turned on and making him cringe at the suddenness of it all absorbing itself into his sensitive eyes.

Deo was sitting himself down at the island, looking over towards Niall like he was waiting for him to join him.

“What’s happened?” He moved to do was Deo wanted, sitting across from him and patiently waiting for his cousin to speak. He could hear Lou and the model talking, their voices echoing through his home and into the kitchen.

“I’ve got some good news and bad news.” Deo looked restrained, trying not to show the pained expression. He knew Niall hated bad news, hated changes like due dates being moved closer or plans cancelled, models sick or not showing up. But ever since Niall grew popular with the magazine and website photoshoots he has forced himself to get used to constant mishaps that make him lose his head. It’s part of the job.

“Tell me the bad news first, so I can get it over with sooner rather than later.” Niall spoke hesitantly, feeling himself sink further into his stool with dread washing over him. He has no idea what Deo is going to say, because there is bad news, and then there is bad news.

“Alright,” Deo shifted and grabbed his phone from the back pocket of his jeans, tapping along it for just a few seconds before looking up to meet Niall in the eyes again. “I got an email from Rolling Stone and they said they need the photos from your shoot sent to them by next week.”

Deo was already cringing, and now Niall was letting out a loud groan, hands flying to grip at his hair. This was bad news, because all his photoshoots planned for this week had to be cancelled because of this one stupid magazine company that couldn’t bare to wait for the photoshoot to come on the original date. But Niall couldn’t just let this go, Rolling Stone magazine was a huge company that gave Niall a jaw-dropping price for him to make this bloody shoot. If they wanted the photos to be sent earlier, then he will do it.

“So basically clear my entire schedule for this week then, move every shoot planned this week for the next. If anyone backs out because of that, just let them, I have no energy to fight.” He was pressing the heels of his palms against his eyelids, digging them harshly into the sockets enough to be a little painful.

“I knew you’d want me to do that, already done and settled. I’m just waiting for the people to get back to me.” Deo was truly an angel sent from heaven, already trying to lift the weights off his shoulders.

“Okay, tell me the good news now that that shit is out of the way.” He blinked rapidly as he moved his hands away from his eyes, the pressure from digging into them making soft black dots spot along his vision.

“The good news is that I have your model ready and set for you to see tomorrow, he’s from here in England, you should search him up to get a good understanding on what you’re working with.” Deo was giving him that look, almost like a cheeky smirk he was trying to hide and it made Niall want to slap it off. Whenever he worked with new models his mates including Deo had to be up his arse and pushing him to date one of them, but he’s officially boycotted models off his dating list.

“What’s his name?” Niall decided to ignore Deo’s wiggling brows and pout, instead moving to grab for his own phone in his pocket to go on google.

“Names Harry Styles, a new model in the business. You might know him off Youtube doing covers and such, done a couple pub gigs a few times around London.” As Deo explained, Niall tapped the name into the search bar. He kind of knew this Harry guy, has seen posters of his upcoming album being plastered along London and his Youtube videos sometimes get recommended to him whenever he goes online. But he’s never really looked into him, now he will have to.

And wow, is he ever attractive. The first couple pictures he’s seeing is him with a pearly white smile and charming grin with a pair of dimples poking out on the sides of his mouth. He’s got lush curly hair and smooth skin, definitely model material.

“Looks like your type.” Deo’s comment made Niall’s eyes roll hard into the back of his head, and he was still sitting across from him looking all happy and smug. It got on Niall’s nerves.

“Deo you knew damn well I refuse to date models, I’ve been down that road and I’m not making that mistake again.” He made sure to scold his cousin who was now looking a little guilty at being caught in the middle of his little act.

“Zayn was two years ago now mate, you should move on and find someone who’ll treat you right. You gotta realize not all models are like that.” Deo had a pleading tone, almost whining as he leaned over the table, desperately trying to get Niall’s attention. But Niall could hear him loud and clear, has heard this speech a million times from separate people, actually.

“I’ve been working with models all my life, I think I’d know them more than anyone. They know they’re pretty, they know people would die to be in a relationship with them. They also know they can have anyone they want, at any time. All are either cheaters or never would actually get in a serious relationship because they’d rather sleep around with different people every day.” Niall didn’t mean to rant, but the words were already tumbling out of his mouth.

Deo seemed to notice his distress though, realizing he hit a nerve with this topic. So he stayed quiet, only silently nodding before Niall was getting up and out of his seat to go and finish up the photoshoot.

-

Niall did his research on Harry Styles, listened to some of his covers, went on his website, looked through some photoshoots he’s done in the past. Now today is the day where he meets the lad, Niall already is set up in his apartment, waiting patiently with his starbucks coffee cupped in his hands to keep him company until there will be a knock at the door.

Harry isn’t really doing so well already though, Niall has specifically sent him an email saying he should come a little earlier than the time originally planned-which was 9am-so they could get him in wardrobe, but it’s almost 9 already and the lad hasn’t made his appearance.

All models decide to be fashionably late, that’s what Niall has made himself realize as well.

There’s a knock all of a sudden, just as he finishes his thought. Deo and Lou look up from their phones as they were slumped on his couch, now getting up to be in their places when Harry comes inside.

Niall makes his way towards the front door, looking in through the peephole to see a tall man standing in the doorway, and the curls gave it away.

“Hello,” Niall restrained himself from acting mean, feeling the frustration eat away at his insides just looking at this guys happy and innocent grin as if nothing happened, as if he didn’t do anything wrong. “You must be Harry Styles, pleasure to meet you.” He greeted as Harry moved his way inside and shrugged off his coat.

“Good morning, nice flat you have here.” Harry was looking around almost in awe, which made Niall want to raise his brow in confusion. This lad probably already had a mansion as his house at the fresh age of twenty-three, so why the hell is he gawking over a small two bedroom flat?

“Uh, thanks. Mind going straight to wardrobe where Lou is? She wants to get you dressed, makeup on, hair done. I emailed you saying you should come earlier but I guess it didn’t go through.” He played it all well, pretending he wasn’t boiling in anger as he pointed towards the stylist section of the flat. But Harry wasn’t budging from where he stood in front of him, now staring at Niall in confusion.

“Oh fuck, I totally forgot about that. I saw your email, read it over and everything, I’m sorry about that mate.” Harry moved a hand to pat at Niall’s shoulder, it had him even more shocked at this guys reactions to things, or how he dealt with being in a business like modelling. Usually models who walk through Niall’s door have no interest in him what-so-ever, and Niall doesn’t either. As long as they listen to his orders when they’re doing the shoot, he doesn’t care if they ignore him.

“Everything forgotten, I’ve moved on. Just get to wardrobe and we’ll start as soon as you’re all pampered up.” Niall gave Harry a tight smile, watching on as he turned to do what he said, greeting Lou with a charming smile and a handshake.

-

“Can you tilt your head to the left, yeah like that. Now can you put one leg forward, good.” It was almost dinner time when they were rapping up, Harry standing and posing for the camera looking like he was ready to have a good sleep just standing up. It was getting harder for Niall to give orders, and he had to take a deep breath so he didn’t get frustrated again.

“Okay that’s a wrap for today.” Niall lowered the camera, letting it dangle from the strap it was attached to from his neck so he could settle his hands on his hips. Lou was already escorting Harry back into the change room-aka Niall’s bathroom-giving Harry his clothes so he could change back into them.

“What a polite lad he is, isn’t he?” Deo’s voice came rising up from the surface of Niall’s cluttered mind and he looked over towards him, seeing his cousin with that similar cheeky smirk, but this time it not too obvious, more like he was just making a friendly point.

But Niall couldn’t just lie, Harry had been extremely well-behaved the whole shoot, even making conversation about random things, letting out jokes here and there. He was kind, not rude and anti-social like most of the models. And damn, he hated to admit that Deo might be right about this one, maybe Harry isn’t like the others, or more specifically, like Zayn.

“Yeah he’s nice, got manors and loves to chat.” Niall shrugged as if it was nothing, not really ready to give Deo the pleasure of knowing he was right. He moved towards his camera case, placing it inside so the lens didn’t get dusty.

“Would be a great guy to go out for a beer with…” Deo was doing it again, trying to slip in his matchmaking skills. But it was weird how Niall wasn’t as agitated as he used to be, maybe it was because Harry really was a guy he would love to date. But hell, he didn’t even know if this guy was in a relationship, or even gay.

“Deo, lay off yeah?” He turned to give his cousin a hot look, showing that he will get angry if this continues. “Besides I don’t even know if he’s gay, or with someone.”

Deo was smiling now, letting out a chuckle and was laughing softly for a good minute before he calmed down and looked back towards Niall. His grin was wider now, eyes shining with curiosity and excitement.

“Have you seen his Youtube videos? I guess you didn’t do good research on him after all, he’s a single man, and gay. He made a coming out video on Youtube and everything.” Deo was grabbing for his phone frantically, and was pressing on the Youtube app when the bathroom door opened, revealing Harry in the clothes he came with.

Deo slowly put his phone back, obviously realizing he couldn’t really show Niall the video at the moment.

“Same time tomorrow? Or do you want me to come earlier? I promise I won’t mess up next time.” Harry was looking at Niall with those mesmerizing green eyes, a small hint of a smile across his face like he was trying to calm the waters between them. Niall hated that he had greeted Harry so toughly this morning, he feels bad now.

“I know you won’t, just come earlier if you can that would be great.” Niall answered, walking Harry towards his door and opening it for him as he grabbed for his coat and put it on.

Before Harry took a foot out the door though, he turned towards Niall still holding that same loving smile as if he’s known Niall for years. “I’ll grab us some coffee tomorrow morning as well, as an apology.”

-

Harry had started get a little more warmed up towards Niall, because as the days past with their photoshoots Harry had started to get flirty. He’d always get them coffee, settle it down on Niall’s living room table before he’d shrug off his jacket. ‘Nialler’ was what Niall’s name turned into, and it was really bad how Niall would stay up later than he should thinking about this Harry Styles guy.

Today was the last day of shooting though, and today Deo was off picking some props up for Niall’s photoshoots for next week, and needed help from Lou who also needed to grab hair products and makeup from her shop. So here Niall was doing triple the amount of work than he expected to do, regretting leaving the raining flowers part of the shoot till the end.

He knew how to be flexible though, so he had set his camera on the tripod and put it to a ten second countdown for each shot that would be in three’s. It would take as many as Niall wanted until he’d have to go over to it himself to turn the camera off. So now he was able to stand on a chair outside of the camera’s lens, holding a bucket of pink flowers and ready to rain them down on Harry’s head.

“Okay it’s gonna beep ten times and then the camera will flash. Just get ready to make your pretty face when the camera hits ten beeps.” Niall got the bucket ready, hands fisting into the flowers and counting to nine before he starting to sprinkle them down onto Harry’s head. At ten, the camera flashed and took three photos.

“Lovely, I’ve got a couple handfuls left.” He grabbed for the flowers again, Harry nodding up at him and both of them waiting and counting the beeps until Niall repeated what he did before, letting the flowers gracefully flow down onto Harry’s hair and face.

Once he was done, he climbed down from the chair, and was about the move to turn the setting off the camera when he was pulled by the hips in the middle of the photoshoot. He yelped, dropping the bucket and was about to ask what the hell was happening when he suddenly felt lips on his, soft and plush and tasting sweet like mint.

The camera’s three flashes made them pull apart, and both of them were now just standing in each others holds, Niall blinking up in surprise at Harry who looked smug but also a bit shy with the way his cheeks were dusted with a blush.

“I needed to like, do that before I left cause you’re so, so handsome.” It was weird hearing that from a model, that he was handsome. It made Niall bite his bottom lip hard to stop himself from smiling, hands leaving from where they were gripping at Harry’s cheeks to fiddle with his shirt.

“Didn’t see that coming.” Niall chuckled out nervously, and Harry only smiled silently, staring at Niall like he hung the moon and every star in the sky one by one.

“That was my plan.” Harry answered, moving to step back and let his hands fall from Niall’s waist, but only to move them and grab for Niall’s fidgeting ones in his.

“Would love to see you again, I know the kiss was pretty forward but I wanted to make it obvious I don’t want to meet again as just friends or…photographer and model.” Niall’s heartbeat grew louder and faster in his chest, hearing Harry say these things made him rethink all the thoughts he had about models, everything turning onto its head.

“Yeah, I mean yeah of course I’d love to.” Harry pulled Niall in back towards his chest at Niall’s answer, both holding each other surrounded by pink flowers, not caring the camera was still flashing.

It was after Harry left, when Niall was looking through the photos on his laptop, when he came across the photos of him and Harry kissing. Flowers were stuck in Harry’s curls and along his shoulders, Niall’s hands wrapped tightly along his neck.