#i'm still wheezing to myself at this lmaoooo

[adlamu]

birfday pals: 2 !!

[fishnets-fingers]

His cheeks redden with embarrassment.- das weird... das suspicious..

“Yeah, if you told me if golden showers was a kink of yours, I’d say bye Felicia and yeet myself out of the window real quick.”- lmaoooo

You know I’ve never done that before,” he admits shyly.- AWWWWH

“Dude! I called you over to get dicked down,” she states, slight pout forming on her lips.- I freaking love her xD

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, staring at her to double check.- just believe her already man!

“Stop,” she says, looking at her sheets, unable to look into his eyes. “It’s the truth, dickhead.”- PLEASE💀💀💀

brown skin.- BROWN SKIN AND LEMON, OVER ICE!!

Better be safe than sorry right?”- right.

She falls forward on the mattress,- face down, arse up in the air...

Harry: No problem 🤤 Really like you btw. Layla: really like you too!- MY HEART-

“Why have I been driving you around since the day I met you?”- *no words bro*

I’ll get you your creemee- Let's see how.

he’s never got flowers from anyone before, and when Layla got him those at the farmer’s market he was sure he was going to melt into a puddle.- marry her, mate, marry her.

I’ve even got us two tickets to go see the reunion concert of My Chemical Romance-” “Shut the fuck up! It sold out in like ten minutes!” She swats his arm.- no cause literally... A REUNION CONCERT'S TICKETS!!!!

“This reminds me of something,” Harry says. “That scene from Jennifer’s Body where Megan Fox goes for a swim after ripping open and feeding on the insides of that jock?” “Way to ruin the moment- agreed.

Think back to how you practically melted in the morning when I told you I picked this lilac puffer jacket because it matched your trousers you wore during the picnic.” She reasons with him. Harry smiles. She leans over to attack his face with kisses, making him giggle as she kisses all over cheek. “Now, tell me, please,” she says, forehead against his. “Nope, still ruined the moment,” he mutters, kissing her lips.- Literally feels like warm sunshine during winters.

Layla was over the moon when they got there, it was a tiny hobbit hole replica, with a lush garden filled with wildflowers dotting bright colours in the green grass. A cobbled stone pathway led them to a circular teal door that invited them into a very cozy, rustic hobbit hole replica. It had all the modern amenities with all the old word fantasy charm. There were fairy lights, a massive fireplace, and a giant king sized bed. There was so much open space around them, all they could see were tall trees and mountains, a small pond, a tub in the garden - that Harry was fully intending to use.- *bows*

“Do you believe in aliens?”- duh, obviously.

“What do you think happens when we die?”- Okay, so I heard somewhere that when one is dying, their whole life flashes in front of their eyes... idon'tknowifit'strue..

Love. It was love. He was in love with her. His heart soars. “Layla?” He says softly. “Hmm?” “I love you.” Her eyes spring open. “What?” She says, sitting upright, twisting around to face him. “I love you, Layla Sathish.” He tells her, cupping her cheeks. “Harry, I-I don’t know what to say.” He presses his forehead to hers, looking into her eyes. “You don’t have to say anything. I don’t expect you to say it back to me, unless you feel it too. Take your time. Just know that I love you. Completely.” Layla blinks back the film of tears in her eyes, she threads her hands in his hair and closes the distance between their lips, in a passionate kiss.- DO NOT TOUCH ME, I'M SENSITIVE

“I ran into Nandhini Aunty a couple of days ago,” Vasanth starts.- good luck.

“We’re not your parents.” Vasanth reminds her. “The next time he comes over, ask him to stay for breakfast and leave at an acceptable time.” Layla’s eyes widen and fly to her uncle and aunt’s face. She wasn’t expecting that.- ....same pinch

“I’ll make sure to visit. Layla, I have a favour to ask,” she says hesitantly. “Anything.” “Harry’s come down with quite a bad cold. His wheezing has also not subsided. He’s very adamant that he’s fine. He’s always been stubborn when it came to getting nebulised, he’d refused since he was a kid. It was always a battle. He basically pushed me out of the house to get to work. Can you just check on him?” “Of course!” She says immediately. “He didn’t even tell me he was sick.” She tells Anne. “I’m not surprised.”- Harry was relatable here......

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once again, LOVED IT!!!! you have absolutely no idea how much you're teaching me with your fics mam, like jokes aside, seriously!

EVERYTIME I finish reading a part, I'm just sitting like, 'where the fuck even am I, right now'. They are just SO CONSUMING + they help me escape for a while.

Hope have/had a great day, mah-ma-maya <333

That was quick, Aprajitha!!! I don’t know how you do it honestly!

I’m so glad you liked the new part. I’m not happy with it but I think my favourite thing to write was Layla’s sit down with her Uncle and Aunt. I love how Abi had to keep her husband from shouting at her and reassure Layla at the same time. They are going to be great parents for sure. I really wanted to write about the next generation of brown people take on a sensible approach to parenting sans all the brown toxicity. So, I really hope that turned out well.

The I love you was also not planned at all. I was listening to White Ferrari (all hail Blond and Frank Ocean) and when the outro came on, all I could could think of is Harry telling Layla that he loves her. I don’t know if Layla’s there yet. I think she needs to love herself before accepting that someone who is not related to her or not forced to hang out with her (like in school or work), chooses to spend time with her enough to fall in love it her.

Thank you for the feedback babe! You make me want to write every day. 😘

Creemee Maple Supremacy!

[theharrowing]

Ask game!

3. Do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around?

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

What's up Mango! 🥭💜 LMAO you and Mindy asked #3!

3. Do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around?

I have to do beginning to end. The one time I did different parts of a story at different times was when I was writing Deep Spaces and Unsteady Explorations and I confused myself so much 😂😂😂😭 I went back and read it aloud like four times lmaoooo.

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

The opening of Sun Seeker part 2!

It takes exactly ten minutes after sitting down to dinner with Yoongi for Namjoon to spill his water on both the table and his leg. Namjoon scoots back quickly, scraping the feet of his chair against the worn hardwood floor, exclaiming a string of curse words and loose vowels as the water drips from the edge of the square wooden table and down past his knees. 

As a clumsy bitch, I love writing clumsy Namjoon bc same, baby, same.

The restaurant Yoongi brought him to is a hole-in-the-wall barbeque spot with a square grill that takes up the bulk of the table space. Foolishly, Namjoon had set his water to the right of his plate and promptly knocked it over while using his hands to explain something that has suddenly wiped itself clear from his mind. 

Yoongi appears to be fighting for his life. It’s clear that he is trying his hardest not to laugh, eyebrows knitted and lips pursing and stretching. He stands like a man who is ready to help but completely at a loss—stiff limbs and open palms—and when a server hurries over with a towel, Yoongi takes it from him, thanks him, and rounds the table to begin tending to the water that Namjoon can only look upon in horror.

Namjoon can’t seem to find the words to say. “I’m…I’m so—”

“Clumsy,” Yoongi supplies with a smirk, squatting with a hand on Namjoon’s knee to blot at the water on the floor. 

“Yeah. Shit.”

It was just one of those scenes that came flowing out so fast and I had a huge smile on my face the entire time. I love the idea of Namjoon being so nervous he makes a complete fool of himself and Yoongi is just amused as hell, and completely smitten.

“Are you good?” Yoongi asks, running a dry section of the towel over Namjoon’s shin before glancing up at him with a smile. “Do we need another towel?”

Time seems to slow as Namjoon stares down at Yoongi in an attempt to process what he has asked him, and then he shakes his head slowly. “N-no, thanks, hyung.”

Yoongi stands, using Namjoon as leverage and walks the towel back to the server. When he returns, his face breaks, and he practically falls into his chair with laughter. Namjoon can only watch him in silence, feeling completely mortified. Meanwhile, the spot on his knee where Yoongi touched him still feels warm. 

“Hyung, I'm—”

“Amazing,” Yoongi rasps, holding onto his stomach as his laughter subsides and comes out in short bursts of wheezing. “You’re like a big, sweet golden retriever. It’s endearing, don’t worry; you don’t need to be embarrassed.”

“Oh,” Namjoon responds, shifting in his seat as he scoots back to the table. “Well, I promise you that I am very embarrassed.”

I love them. Namgi is a dynamic that feels so easy for me to write, which is probably why I go back to them often.

WHEW that was longer than I expected but hopefully it was fun to read.

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