#it had been a long time since i had posted a selfie wow

[sixeyescurseuser]

Thinking about figure skater Gojo who tirelessly trains to qualify and compete at the next Olympic Games.

Gojo is such a legend in the skating world, very well known for his jaw-dropping, difficult performances, handsome looks, and charming personality! He was built for the spotlight.

Naturally, he has many global fans, fan accounts, and ordinary people who follow his career.

People who meet Gojo in-person after having only seen him on tv are shocked at how tall he is, yet manages to skate so well. All those triple and quad axels? And the amount of grace and power he skates with is insane considering his build. 

Once, an interviewer asks Gojo what other skaters he admires? Gojo talks about a few current big names, then sneaks in a mention of, “Oh, Suguru is also in my list , hehe.”

The interviewer chuckles alongside him, yet can’t help but ask, “Suguru…who?”

Later, Geto Suguru nearly spits out his water while watching the interview posted on Youtube. He doesn’t hesitate to text his boyfriend.

Geto: “Why do you keep bringing me up? I literally just skated in high school 😭”

Gojo sends back an old video of Geto’s skating routine from a regional competition: ❤️❤️

Geto: “WHY DO YOU STILL HAVE THIS?”

Gojo: “heyyy >:(“

Gojo: “It makes me happy 🥰 I loved watching you”

***

Growing up, Gojo and Geto skated at the same club.  But while Gojo continued skating as his professional career after, Geto dropped skating in order to focus on his academics in college.

Gojo often reminisces on the long practices they had where they would watch each other run through their routines and give each other feedback, when they would mess around and throw the craziest combinations just for shits and giggles.

He didn’t realize their time together on the rink would be so short in the long run, but they began dating when they were only sixteen, and have been going strong together since.

Gojo is still lucky to have Suguru to come home to after his long days at the rink.  

After college, Geto went on to become a marine biologist, where he does a lot of work in ocean wildlife conservation. He’s either on a boat collecting data for research or in the lab analyzing his sample results. 

Gojo is not only busy training in Japan, but he also frequently travels to train in different countries. Gojo receives lots of updates from Suguru in the form of selfies and blurry photos with ocean wildlife or results from the lab.

Suguru in the lab with his ppe (personal protection equipment). Suguru wearing his wet suit while investigating algae farms. Suguru smiling while holding a crab.  

Gojo makes the last one his lock screen. Suguru just looks so cute with his hair pulled back, and when Gojo holds his finger down on the live photo, he can hear Suguru’s voice talking in baby to the crab.

(Geto’s wallpaper is a selfie of them when they were teens.)

Geto gets super excited telling Gojo about his new findings, taking the time to explain different facts and technical terms. Gojo eagerly nods along on the phone and asks questions, commenting, “No way! The algae increased nearly double the amount with your XXX solution? That’s amazing!”

***

Gojo loves what he does, but it’s always a relief to come back home and find his comfort place in Suguru’s arms. 

Nothing beats taking a shower and raiding Suguru’s closet after, cooking dinner with his boyfriend, and then cuddles on the couch.

The first thing they see when they turn on the tv is a sports reporter announcing Gojo Satoru's third national championship title, and what it means for the road to the Olympics.

“Oh wow, this guy is on a roll. He should train for the Olympics or something,” Geto says.

Gojo simply buries face in Suguru’s neck and snickers: “Or something.”

***

Once, while getting ready to sleep one night, Gojo whispers in Geto’s: “Remember that one time you ripped your pants during the Junior Grand Prix?”

Geto doesn’t react at first.

Then, without warning, he tries to smother his boyfriend with his pillow.

***

One of the best memories is when Geto surprised Gojo by showing up in-person to one of the abroad competitions. 

In the middle of his post-win interview, still in his competition suit, makeup dewey and hair fluffy, Gojo suddenly spots a familiar face behind one of the paparazzi. 

Gojo is literally mid-answer when he locks in and SPRINTS to get his boyfriend in his arms.

“Suguru!!” Gojo shouts. He’s already leaping and oh, Suguru’s arms readily catch him. 

Geto laughs with his whole chest, squeezing tightly around Gojo’s middle.

“Hello, darling.”

Gojo has to finish the interview but he’s so bubbly now because teehee Suguru is right there and watching proudly. 

Gojo needs him in his bed immediately.

After the interview, Geto explains he got his lab assistants to cover their project for the next week so he could fly out and visit Gojo in Australia!

Gojo happily drags Geto back to his hotel room,  giggling and babbling about the plans they could have for the next week. The couple excitedly discuss outings to art and performance events, to the beach, even the zoo - which Geto is ecstatic for. 

Upon entering the hotel room, Geto quickly drops his luggage off in the corner. Gojo is still yapping when Geto suddenly walks him backwards to the bed. 

The back of Gojo’s knees hit the edge and he falls back with an “oof!”

Geto smoothly crawls on top to lay his whole body weight on his boyfriend’s. 

Gojo chuckles. He combs through Suguru’s hair and continues his talking, knowing Suguru is tired from traveling and this will help them both relax.

Gojo gradually runs out of things to say, and the soft breaths against his neck tell him yep, he unfortunately needs to poke his boyfriend awake so they can both shower and freshen up before bed.

Gojo pats Geto’s lower back. “Suguru, wakey wakey.”

No response.

Pat pat on the lower back again, then smoothing his hands up to pat the upper-back.

“Babyyy, wake up. We need to shower. And eat.”

Geto offers a protesting grunt, then nuzzles against Gojo’s neck.

This leaves Gojo no choice.

He sneaks a hand down to pinch Geto’s ass.

“Ouch- hey what the fuck?”

Gojo yelps when he feels Suguru pinch his nipple in retaliation, then rolls off Gojo’s body to head toward the bathroom.

Five minutes later, the couple shower together while casually recapping the results of the skating event.

“Any feedback for me today?” Gojo asks. Geto hums, more focused on massaging the shampoo into Gojo’s hair. He applies the perfect amount of pressure that makes Gojo moan in appreciation.

“The only feedback I have is that you look amazing out there, Satoru. All the hard work you put into training clearly pays off. I am so so proud of you,” Geto says, dropping a kiss to Gojo’s nape.

Gojo preens, and completely surrenders himself to his boyfriend's tender touches.

[josphitia]

Josie's Cow HRT Journey Part 6 - Snake and the Cow

Nobody wanted to leave this congregation of creatures. Everyone was having the time of their life in an environment of pure acceptance. There was so much exchanging of phone numbers. But this was just a patchwork fix to keep these bonds close-knit. Everyone wanted a more concrete solution to solidifying this group of wayward animals. Luckily, the blue-scaled Lamia who had organized this get-together had a great idea: To keep in touch easily, she would create a Chaos server for us all to cavort in. We gave her our emails and she would reach out to us when it was created.

A week had passed since then and my thoughts kept drifting to that day. My body was still accepting the hormones but there was little progress that had been made in a single week’s time. My snout was growing but not fully there, though you could tell I had a cute pink stamp forming at the end. My ears were tapering but still very much humanoid. My horns were disappointingly small… My fingernails were completely black now and had grown thick. But, the one thing that surprised me was how fast my feet were changing! To the point I wasn't even comfortable calling them feet anymore! My toes were fusing together along with my nails into a hard, black hoof. Not fully formed but enough that I was walking on what appeared to be “tippy toes” to everyone else. I was so happy seeing these changes every day!

But I was lonely… My husband was still on a business trip across the country. We would message each other when we could, but it was little compensation for the lack of his presence. It did not fill the need I had to talk to people on the same road as me… I was too shy to exchange numbers with anyone at the support group, so the eventual server was my lifeline to keeping in touch with the numerous animals I had met. Before bed I received an email that, considering the name “BlueSerpentVibes”, I had a guess as to who it could have been. Within the message was a simple hyperlink that said “Invite” that I clicked, as it opened my Chaos application on my desktop. Yet as excited as I had been to finally talk with all of the critters, I just didn’t have the mental bandwidth that night. It was too anxiety inducing seeing the deluge of messages in the “Introductions” tab and the many messages that were quickly filling up the “General” tab. So, I went to sleep, feeling a little guilty at myself that I didn’t stay up to introduce myself. But soon my thoughts drifted away into the realm of sleep. 

And so roughly 6 hours later I awoke to a *ping* and 7 friend requests. I eagerly accepted them all, staring and admiring the growing collection of people who were happy to actually continue talking to me. I wasn’t used to that. The server itself was still moving at such a speed I could barely understand who was talking. It seemed like everyone already knew each other... But I wanted to atleast make myself known to the server at large; that I had joined and was eager to talk to people, even if the chat itself was moving too fast for me to be comfortable in. I wrote something short, with a hastily taken selfie, and posted it in Introductions:

“Hi, I’m Josie! My pronouns are she/her. I’m taking CowHRT! I’m so excited to talk to everyone here, I had a great time at the support group. Feel free to DM me!”

Then I waited. But it wasn’t long before I had someone sending me a message. 

Gio-“Boop! : D 

Sooooooo”

Uh, wow okay. That was quick. Didn’t really know what to say except to follow suit, I guess:

Josie-“Sooooo”

Gio-“You were the short haired cow in the support group right?”

Someone actually remembered me! That was a surprise. I didn’t really know how to proceed apart from small talk, but that’s how all friendships start I suppose.

Josie-“Uh yeah, that was me. Although maybe you’re thinking of the other cow that was there?”

Gio-“Oh nah you look completely different. I mean, both cows, but I recognize ya from your selfie. So, how’ve you been?”

Josie-“Well good, I guess. Been looking forward to catching up with the people I met then. Although I’m sorry… Your profile picture’s just of a mountain. Could you remind me who you were there?”

Gio-”Oh, I had green hair and scales :D I was hanging around the goat for a while before we mingled some.” 

Josie-”Oh the king cobra guy!”

Gio-”...king cobra guy? Don’t remember the name huh.”

Josie-”Uhm, sorry…”

Gio-”It’s okay. The person you were talking to was Scalin.”

Josie-”Okies, hi Scalin!”

Gio-”No you’re talking to Gio right now.”

Josie-”Uh, okay sorry. Are you using their account or…?”

Gio-”Oh no this is our Chaos account. But you’re talking to Gio right now, not Scalin. Scalin’s in the back. My pronouns are Drae/draer/draer/draers/draeself.” 

Josie-”Oh thank you! I'll do my best to address you as such :3 As for Scalin, do you mean that he's like, in the back of the house or are you at work or?”

Gio-”Oh. You don’t know? We’re a system.”

Josie-”What does that mean?”

Gio sent a pluralpedia link that described plurality and systems. It was a fascinating read, though admittedly I only skimmed it so I could get back to the conversation.

Josie-”Okay, so that’s interesting. So, I was talking to someone who’s a part of your system then?”

Gio-”Yeah Scalin was the one who was at the support group. He’s taking Cobra HRT though he does think it’s funny how you referred to him as ‘King Cobra Guy.’ But right now you’re talking to me, Gio. I would be considered the host. Well co-host. Usually Heath is up here too.”

Josie-”Well what would you like to talk about? As happy as I am to talk about plurality and systems I don’t think that’s why you started messaging me.” 

Gio-”Hm. Well I was thinking of hosting a movie theater get together at the place where I work. But I wanted to get some opinions first. Scalin was saying you two had talked about movies and upcoming ones. It wouldn’t be for another month or so though. But I thought it would be fun to host a get together around some sort of activity rather than just going to the support group again!”

 Gio-”Also I gotta brb.”

Josie-”Uh okay.”

A few minutes passed before he, or they I suppose, started typing again.

Heath-”Salutations! Pleased to be back on the air~!”

Josie-”Whu? We were just talking. Unless, okay. Are you another… headmate? Alter?”

Heath-”I am indeed. The nomenclature that I am most often referred to as is Heath, though I’ve been known to go by different names such as Alastor or the Radio Demon.”

Josie-”Okay… Well, hi Heath. I was just talking to Gio about him hosting a get together at his movie theater.”

Heath-”Oh I know! I was watching that boorish conversation. But a get together in-front of one of those noisy ‘silver screens’ might be quite fun indeed. The only obstacle we can foresee is the matter of transportation. However I might have just the remedy to that conundrum.”

Josie-”Oh? And what’s the remedy to that?”

Heath-”Why I can’t just tell you! It’s something to be experienced! Enjoyed! But even before all that, there’s a simple question I have to ask… Do we have a deal?”

Josie-”Well I mean I wanna hang out with you yeah! You, or I guess Scalin, seemed really cool and I wanna hang with him more. So I guess yeah we have a deal? What now?”

Heath-”One moment.”

Josie-”Okay…” 

A few moments passed before a static covered, tall antlered fellow with scarlet red hair and a similarly colored suit stuck his hand out from my computer monitor! He yanked my arm and dragged me through the TV!

As soon as I opened my eyes I was on a jade colored mountaintop while the antlered man looked down upon me with a devilish, sharp-toothed smile.

“Welcome to our humble abode little bovine” he said, holding out a hand but never offering to help me up. I picked myself up and brushed off the… snow? It was a sort of white powdery substance that clung to my body. At a loss for words, I simply looked around at my newfound location.

A large dragon suddenly bellowed “Oh hell Heath did you soulbound someone!? Is that Josie!? WHAT DID YOU DO”

“Oh hey Josssie cool you’re here WAIT” exclaimed a tall snakefolk.

”Hm.” was all that a rather humanoid figure spoke. 

I stared at the figures before me. A dark scaled green dragon of considerable size looked down upon me with an expression of feral worry. A tan & black scaled snakefolk, of the King Cobra variety, had an exasperated look upon his face, equal parts concern and anger. And an older gentleman wearing a dark green coat and balancing himself on a cane whose handle appeared to be a stylized charizard. Even though I hadn't met them in these forms, I could hazard a guess that the Dragon was Gio and the Cobra was Scalin. I had no idea who the older gentleman was though…

”What, and how, are you even doing here?” spoke the green jacketed man.

”Uhhh I have no idea??? Where am I???” I responded in bewilderment. 

“Well you were all talking about inviting her so I just thought this would be the quickest and most efficient way!” Heath said in a surprisingly upbeat manner.

The dragon lowered draer head towards the red haired demon and growled ”How the fuck did you know your magic would work.”

”I didn’t! But she made the deal and that sufficed.” spoke Heath happily in what I was beginning to understand was his trademark tone.

Scalin turned angrily towards me hissing “You made a deal. With. HEATH!?”

”Fuck me… How was I supposed to know!? It was just a message on Chaos!” I pleaded 

”Chaos isn't actually here right now.” Gen responded sardonically

Now I was the target of Gio’s ire and words as he growled ”A guy introduces themselves as the radio demon and you don’t question making a deal?”

Scared, all I could think to say was “I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A FIGURE OF SPEECH!”

”Well you're here now. Heath! We're at work, what are we supposed to do about this??” said the dragon, turning his attention back towards the demon.

Ever chipper, Heath calmly quipped ”Oh don't worry I was just having fun with the little cow. She'll be back in the quote unquote ‘real world and off the mountain in just a jiffy.”

Heath reached out his hand towards mine yet again. “We had a deal, remember~?”

”Josie, you can't do it. What's gonna happen next??” Scalin spoke, his hood flaring as he said this.

”I agree with Scalin. We can figure out how to fix this ourselves without his help.” Spoke the green dragon in a low, rumbling voice. 

But, despite their protests, I still reached out my hand. Heath grabbed it with a firm hold and once again the world around me tumbled as my vision was violently turned black. I opened my eyes to a “WHAT THE FUCK” from the same green haired man I had spoken to at the support group. 

“Oh. Hi?” was all I could think to say as drae breathed heavily in front of me, a mix of anger and surprise. My surroundings were that of a movie theater; and somehow I was sitting on the sticky floor behind the concession stand. 

“Gio?? What's wrong?” spoke a short balding man as he made his way towards us. “N-nothing sir, I uh.” 

I figured this would be the best chance to make myself known to this guy’s apparent boss. “Hi!” I said, jolting up from the floor. “I was just dropping by to say hi to… Gio! I'm his friend!”

“Hmmm” was all the man let out as he gave me a cursory, cautionary check over up and down. “Welp, I've been needing someone to work concessions! And by your looks you're one of them thur-rains like Gio right?”

“Uh. Yeah? You can tell I'm a cow?”

“Kinda hard to not notice little missy. And I have big plans, big plans. World's first Thur-rain friendly movie theater! You people will come from all over to watch films in my theaters! Now, do you want a job or not? Consider this your first day on the job. Gio can give you the rundown but. Gio! The main theater ends in 20 minutes, I'm gonna need you in there by then so it's clean before the 4 o’clock showing.”

As he walked away Gio gave me a quick rundown. That no matter who might be fronting, the outside knew draer only as Gio. Luckily it actually *was* Gio at this time in charge of the body so I wouldn't be misnaming my newfound friend. Gio and I got to formulating theories as to what just happened. How Heath pulled me from my home to his headspace and then to this theater. But, ultimately, we were at a bit of a loss. I had wanted to come visit anyways, just not like this… Heath had saved me the cost of a bus ticket but had stranded me halfway across the country. Gio had already scheduled with the others in the server that the meetup would be in a few weeks so everyone had a chance to arrange transportation. 

I looked up the prices and we both deduced it would cost me three times as much to head home and come back rather than just waiting out the three weeks here… I had already been using up my vacation time from work so I'd be able to be home during the onset of my transition… I was set to start again Monday. But, I called my work and took another 4 weeks off. Luckily I had quite the amount of sick time banked. And it seemed I had a job lined up here for me so I could at least pay for my own hotel and essentials. 

The rest of the day was spent haphazardly serving popcorn and drinks to waves of hungry customers. The boss was just happy to have a new face to speak his eccentricities towards. I could tell by the eye rolls of my new coworkers these were all diatribes they had heard before. The day went by surprisingly quickly, actually, and before I knew it Gio was helping me to clock out and offered to drive me to the nearest hotel. 

The car ride was full of the usual conversation topics of a newly forming friendship, if one created under unusual circumstances. Favorite foods, favorite music, commiserating on the evils of capitalism, those sorts of things. Drae dropped me off outside the hotel with a half-hug and a goodbye. But before drae drove off I could see a wide smile creep across Gio’s face and a thought permeated my mind. I knew that my previous encounter with Heath would not be my last.

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Hope you enjoyed Part 6! Created with the help of @thecrystalmountainsystem ! They created and supplied the art as well as helping with the general structure of this chapter. Check out their own Animal HRT series: Cobra HRT!

Thanks for looking!

[someoneimsure]

Hello.. I dunno where to start with this but I need some advice if you’re willing to give it. When I just joined the site around a year ago, I had nooo clue about internet safety or warning signs or even what an anti or a pro shipper was. I barely knew how tumblr worked basically. I had always identified as asexual after hearing its definition from a friend a few years ago, so I didn’t know that would be a problem on the internet, either (spoiler alert: it was) basically when I was very new to both tumblr and the whole fandom experience I kind of accidentally fell into a really, reallyyyy bad, toxic subsection of fans because those were the blogs recommended to me by tumblr 😭 none of them identified them as antis (didn’t know what that was) but said if you were proship not to follow them, which I also didn’t know what that was, so I just followed them anyway. When I had like ~35 followers some biggish account follows me back and starts acting veryyyy buddy-buddy. Sliding into messages, trying to pressure me for personal information like my name, age, and selfie. I said a fake name and my real age but refused a selfie because of internet safety and made me feel guilty for it.. they also reblogged a bunch of reblog bait CONSTANTLY like ‘what color are your eyes?’ ‘What hair texture are you?’ ‘What’s your skin color?’ And tagged me in it. I was dumb and participated in it but now I feel sick that they were manipulatively trying to figure out what I looked like. They also tagged me in several little ask games where you also tag your other mutuals at the end of it, that will be important later. Basically, they literally OUT OF THE BLUE went on several long, longggg, vitriolic rants about how much they absolutely despised asexual people, how we are single handedly oppressing gay people and trying to ban gay sex, how we want to be oppressed so badly, how straight we ‘basically’ are, how much asexual headcanons annoyed and disgusted them in fandom, etc. mind you, I had my sexuality in my bio at the time. I was very meek and naive (this was only a year ago lmao how times change) and decided to respond to the rants in the morning about how they made me feel. Went to bed, woke up, found out I had been softblocked on the false assumption that I was a dirty hidden proshipper because I had reblogged from someone with a username like antis solve nothing or something idk, again didn’t know what that was but actually was following them for their niche fandom meta, I learned later what the whole fandom shipping stuff was and don’t feel one way or another about it but am starting to think it was just an excuse to softblock me since she knew I was asexual lmao. Also how do I know she softblocked me for this? She made a post about it and called me a cockroach which… wow, where have I heard that one before… (I’m Jewish btw so if I’ve become accustomed to being compared to a bug) But this is all just backdrop. I blocked them and moved on with my life because tbh I don’t really give a fuck one way or another, but I started to receive death threats periodically from makeshift side blogs, occasionally from anonymous as well. They always say the same thing and I only get them once in a great while, so just going off that, there’s no way I’d be able to find out who actually sent them… except that the death threats also targeted my mutuals. Specifically, the mutuals who I tagged in the little ask games I was asked to participate in by the toxic mutual. So that’s why I think it’s them, and it’s honestly scary how far they’ve gone to circumvent my various blocks (I must’ve blocked them like 11 different times now) and ig. I dunno what to do. Or even if it is actually them. But I have a strong suspicion it is. What do you think?

I am so sorry you experienced that anon! I agree with your suspicion. This is very typical anti behavior. You’ve accidentally become their hyperfixation, and now they are stalking you.

There are ways to solve this problem without deleting your blog, but your friends might have to change their urls so they are no long being linked back to the ask game. (I assume the stalker in this scenario has reblogged the ask game already. Unfortunately, your solution is going to be complicated because changing your url will not prevent them from finding you.)

For all of your friends, I recommend blocking the stalker, changing your urls, and then all of you doing this:

Turn off anon. You can do this from the app and from the web browser. In the latter, it’s located under Edit Appearance.

Turn on invisibility. This is located in the web browser version under Edit Appearance at the way bottom.

Wait a month before switching back.

This is the bare minimum measure to prevent and avoid being harassed on tumblr. It is not foolproof, but it will force the cowards to think twice before harassing you. If they continue to harass you, they won’t be on anon when they do it and it will give you more credibility when you report them to tumblr for spam and harassment. (Though I don't believe I have ever seen the staff do anything about it... hellsite <3.)

There is a more complicated way to solve this problem, but it’s a headache. It involves deleting your blog.

If the above doesn't stop them from harassing you, or worse they come back to harassing you after a month, you may have to delete your blog. I would need to do a little more research before I can say how to do so without losing your url. Some sources say you can't use your url after 24 hours of changing or deleting a blog, but that has not been my experience with switching accounts. As far as I know, you will have to be very vigilant and fast to grab your url again. I am hoping to find some way to avoid that though.

Fortunately, tumblr has an export/import ability on the web browser so at least your posts can be saved and recovered. The same cannot be said for followers, following, and liked posts, so if you must take this option you will need to at least save the names of all your mutuals so you can follow them when your blog is up again.

[fildzahputri]

Hi! Hahaha, I just want to have fun with this 30-day challenge by @nunayomtae to celebrate and count down to our beloved Younghyun's birthday! I’m not going to stretch it out over 30 days, though—LOL! I’ll answer all the day's challenges in two posts. Let's start! I will write on this post for day 1-15!

Day 1 : When did you notice Young K? I first noticed him during the WIN program when they had the rap battle. Young K was on a team with Jackson and Mark, and he confidently dissed YG. I thought, "WOW, his confidence is off the charts!"

Day 2 : What made you stan Young K? I just love how passionate, hardworking, kind, and goofy he is. He’s a person full of curiosity, and at the same time, also a couch potato. I love how adorable he is!

Day 3 : what team are you Young K/Brian/Younghyun/Kang Bra? I’m on the team of whoever Kang Younghyun is. Young K is Brian, Kang Younghyun, Kang Bra, Kang Yaman and Bbirongie. He is one person with his flaws and strengths. Whoever he wants to be, he should live as himself and be happy!

Day 4 : favourite Young K fancam? Whatever fancam about Young K, I love it! But recently, I’ve been loving this one : https://www.instagram.com/reel/DBnJRwyyU-x/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== This fancam was taken when Day6 had a concert in Surabaya. He looked so happy!

Day 5 : Favourite Young K picture? Same with the fancam, whatever picture of Young K, I love it! But recently, I’ve been loving this one : https://www.instagram.com/p/DBQeia-yVng/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== He was sleeping in the hotel lobby (maybe?). He was peacefully sleeping, with his adorable hands that looked like paws to me.

Day 6 : Favourite Young K's adlibs? The recent one is when he was singing "Help Me Rock & Roll." This is one of the fancams of his ad-libs : https://www.instagram.com/reel/DBlJHMjymYS/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== I love how playful and goofy he is!

Day 7 : Favourite pre-debut picture of Young K? this is some picture of him in "masa jamet" ahahaha LOL! : https://www.instagram.com/p/C-uRQ1QSHuP/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Day 8 : Favourite Young K part from any songs? I love his part in EOD's song titled "Landed On"! I love how he tweaks and plays with his vocals!

Day 9 : What's the thing you learned from Young K? Do the things you love passionately, no matter how hard it is, how difficult the obstacles you face are, how tired you are, or how big the sacrifices you have to make. Challenges in life are like untied shoelaces that you need to tie if you want to move forward. I also learned from him that you have to believe in your ability to accomplish things, and you should love yourself more than anyone else.

Day 10 : Favourite Young K era? I’ve admired him since Day6's debut. I’ve seen him grow from a passionate teenager to a mature and hardworking adult.

Day 11 : Favourite Young K selfie/selca? This picture is recently my favourite of his selfies: https://www.instagram.com/p/C_5LZbQS_jL/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Day 12 : What song do you want to Young K to cover? I want to hear Young K cover the McFly song titled "No Worries".

Day 13 : Young K moment that makes you laugh? I love it when his goofy and childlike sides come out, especially when he tries to be cute in front of MyDay or his members.

Day 14 : Favourite Young K hairstyle? His long hair gave him a lovely and adorable look. I love it!

Day 15 : Song that reminds you of Young K? Two of his songs from his own albums: The first is "Microphone" from the Eternal album. The second is "Natural" from the Letter with Notes album.

to be continue...

[twstchaos]

Bouquette de Rosario: Birthday Girl SSR - Happy Birthday

After weeks of being mentally and emotionally bullied by Google Docs for not finishing this, Bouquette's birthday vignette has finally been completed!!!

...this was supposed to be done by June 13th...I clearly have missed that deadline.

“Happy Birthday” vignette under the cut.

Happy Birthday (Part One)

INT. HEARTSLABYUL DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE

NRC School Newspaper - A Birthday Interview with Bouquette

[MC]: Before we begin this interview, I would like to wish you a happy birthday. 

BOUQUETTE: Thank you, [MC]. I appreciate the birthday wish. 

BOUQUETTE: Ah, here, have a rose. I know it’s my birthday and I’m supposed to be the one receiving gifts, so think of it as a “thank you” rose. 

[MC]: Oh, thank you.

[MC]: It’s very beautiful. 

BOUQUETTE: You’re welcome, it’s from my personal garden. 

[MC]: Wow, that’s amazing.

[MC]: Do you like gardening?

BOUQUETTE: Of course, I do. 

BOUQUETTE: That’s why I was appointed...well, self-appointed to the position of Groundskeeper of Heartslabyul. 

BOUQUETTE: I just like taking care of all of the rose bushes in the maze. 

BOUQUETTE: Though, I admit that I’m not the best when it comes to caring for the hedgehogs and flamingos. That’s what Riddle’s for~. 

[MC]: So, how did you get into gardening? 

BOUQUETTE: My parents run a florist shop back home in the Queendom of Roses: The Queen’s Bouquet.

BOUQUETTE: So, naturally, my interest in gardening and flowers in general came from helping out. 

BOUQUETTE: And after my schooling, I plan on taking over the shop from them. 

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Happy Birthday (Part Two)

INT. HEARTSLABYUL DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE

[MC]: Which club are you in?

BOUQUETTE: Funny that you should ask that, I’m actually in multiple clubs. 

BOUQUETTE: I’m currently in the Gossip Club–I mean, Light Music Club, Science Club, and a Dance Club that I started up in my first year at NRC. 

BOUQUETTE: Though, the Dance Club is more of an “optional attendance” club since most of the members are also part of other clubs. 

BOUQUETTE: Speaking of starting new clubs... 

BOUQUETTE: A few of us are starting up another music club where we actually do play music. 

BOUQUETTE: We jokingly call it “The Music Club That Actually Plays Music Unlike That Other Music Club” Club. 

[MC]: Ooh, sounds fun. On the subject of music, what instrument do you play?

BOUQUETTE: I play the violin. 

BOUQUETTE: I’ve been playing it since I was a little girl. My parents had me in music lessons for a long time. 

BOUQUETTE: They were even able to hire a famous local musician to teach me how to. 

BOUQUETTE: I really enjoyed the classes. 

BOUQUETTE: Though, now that I have sort of mastered the violin, I would love to learn another instrument but haven’t decided which yet. 

BOUQUETTE: I’ve been kind of leaning towards a woodwind. Maybe a flute or a piccolo. 

BOUQUETTE: Now that I really think about it, I’m really really leaning towards learning the flute. 

BOUQUETTE: I should probably ask some more people for their opinions. 

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Happy Birthday (Part Three)

INT. HEARTSLABYUL DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE

[MC]: Oh wow, I just noticed your hairstyle. Where did you get the inspiration for that?

BOUQUETTE: This triple rose bun? I saw it while scrolling through Magicam the other day. 

BOUQUETTE: Honestly, it’s the same as the single rose bun I wear every day. Though, with the obvious more effort. 

BOUQUETTE: To do it is just a lot of braiding, then Dutch braiding, and wrapping the braids around itself, and rinse and repeat. 

BOUQUETTE: It was Cater’s idea for me to change up my look a bit for the party, and I thought that it was a swell idea. 

BOUQUETTE: He said it was very ‘cammable, and I have to agree with him. My feed’s been blowing up ever since I posted a selfie showing it off. 

BOUQUETTE: My followers have been complimenting my hair and wishing me a happy birthday all day. 

BOUQUETTE: I should probably get some pics of the party venue to post before I forget. 

[MC]: Since we’re on the topic, what do you post on your Magicam?

BOUQUETTE: A variety of things, well, depending on the account. I have two right now. One for more casual postings and the other for more professional photos of me modeling or my floral arrangements. 

BOUQUETTE: My main account, the casual one, is just me showing people my everyday life. 

BOUQUETTE: I have pics of me hanging out with Riddle, Cater, and Trey. Pics of the hedgehogs and flamingos being their cute animal selves. And, pics of my various club activities. 

BOUQUETTE: For my professional account, I’d like to think that I’m considered a Magicam model now. 

BOUQUETTE: I do do a bit of outfit modeling, and hopefully, my photoshoot with Vil will help my popularity a bit. 

BOUQUETTE: My floral arrangements started out as me just playing around with the flowers in my parents’ shop and posting them.

BOUQUETTE: But, then it eventually turned into me promoting the shop, hence the shift from casual to professional. 

BOUQUETTE: Hey, at least I got to turn something that I enjoy into a sort of business thing. 

[MC]: Well, that’s all the time we have for today’s interview. Thank you for telling me more about yourself. Happy birthday.

[ritz-writes]

well since you asked so nicely

-Is this the Monkey King?

-Who is this?

-My name is Mei Long. My friend MK and I are in college and we have to do an interview with someone we idolize. Not to throw him under the bus, but MK is a HUGE fan of yours and said he wanted to interview you. I know he meant it as a joke, but I wanted to see if I could actually get you to agree.

-He doesn’t know I’m texting you btw. Figured the worst that could happen was that you aren’t actually Monkey King or you say no

-How did you even get this number?

-I’m kind of a tech genius, ngl. It took a couple of days, but I figured out this was your number cuz yours is the only one that is kinda just in the middle of the ocean. It changes around a lot too, so I figured it was magic monkey stuff or something.

-Wait is this actually Monkey King??

-Can you prove you’re actually Mei Long?

-Oh for sure. My family is well known, so there should be pics of me online. Heres a selfie for proof

-[Photo of Mei with a peace sign. Behind her is MK, scrolling on his phone]

-Thats MK btw

-Can YOU prove you're actually Monkey King?

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Wukong stared at his phone in shock. He was a bit creeped out that this girl was able to find his number, but he was also impressed. And, after a quick online search, the pictures did match up. She was also Ao Lie’s descendant, which he was not expecting.

He was a bit suspicious, but it was more curiosity than anything. If this was a trick or something, he could handle it.

Besides, it wasn't like he had anything better to do.

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-Uhhh its been like five minutes dude

-[Photo of Wukong holding up a peace sign]

-HOLY SHIT???

-Wow I didn’t think I’d actually find you

-XXX-XXX-XXXX

-That’s MK’s number :)

--- - ---

-Is this MK?

-Yeah? Who’s this?

-Your friend said you wanted to do an interview with me

-???

-[Same photo of Wukong holding up a peace sign]

[MK's typing bubbles appear and disappear multiple times]

[7 mintues later] -Hello?

-I am so so sorry, I said that as a joke, I didn’t think she’d actually try to track you down.

-Hey, no worries. My schedule is pretty open, so I’d be down to doing that interview thing if you still want me to

-Really?? Are you sure? You can totally say no. 

-I don’t see why not. And after all that effort your friend put into finding me, it’s the least I could do.

-What’s the interview about?

(thats a good question wukong. If only ritz fucking knew)

and thats all ive got so far. i have some notes and snippets of ideas tho.

Note: this is a wip. do not post this anywhere else pls <3

the near uncontrollable urge to write your stories the way you text

[lgbtuan]

𝓫𝓲𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓰 ☁️💫🦋

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[eventhedarkestlightshines]

Caught On Instagram

Masterlist

Same AU - It Doesn't Matter What They Think, Caught on Instagram Part 2, Caught at Coachella

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not Beta’d!

Summary: When Timothée and Y/N gets caught on Instagram, they decide to come out to the public. Here’s a glimpse into their Instagram posts.

Notes: it’s been a long while since I wrote fanfics, but I hope you all enjoy this. Just wanted to let you know that in my head, the reader is Asian. She doesn’t have to be for you, but for me she is. I may have more stuff coming out, that may or may not contain some Asian influences. Another warning is that I’ve filled in some blanks for the reader, you can totally change it to whatever it is, but I prefer it this way. I hope you all don’t mind.

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It was still early in the night when Timmy sent the internet into a frenzy. He uploaded a selfie, not realizing that he caught my silhouette in the corner of the photo. It wasn’t that noticeable, it was barely even there, but the internet detectives caught sight of it.

It was that same night that Timmy and I decided that we would come out to the public. It had been over a year since we began our relationship and while we were now comfortable with the idea of going public, I wasn’t ready to be in the spotlight, so we chose to keep my face out for now. Despite keeping our relationship away from the media and public, Timmy’s friends and family already knew; the people who mattered knew. I’ve met them and they were amazing and understanding. They understood the need for privacy and helped us keep it a secret. We all knew that one day we were going to have to come out. It just ended up happening a little bit earlier than expected. With that decision made, another photo was uploaded soon.

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tchalamet✔

[Image description: Timmy grinning at the camera. One hand stretched out to the side to take the shot, the other wrapped around Y/N who was buried into his chest, her hands covering most of her face, her eyes peeking out of her hiding spot.]

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tchalamet ❤❤❤ the secret may be out, but what’s one more 😋

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zendaya finally! took you guys long enough, I couldn’t take it anymore

tchalamet thanks for keeping our secret 😉

user1 OMG WHO ELSE KNEW??

user2 show us her face you coward!

user3 omg u guys r so cute!

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He loved teasing the public, giving them sneaky photos of me and leaving some bits and pieces of information.

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tchalamet✔

[Image description: Photo of Y/N sitting cross-legged on the carpet, covering her face with a Seventeen photo album book. In front of her were a box and albums scattered around.]

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tchalamet I think she loves them more than me 🥲

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user3 is that svt’s new album??

user4 r u a carat too??

user5 wats ur favourite album?

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tchalamet✔

[Image description: Over the shoulder shot of Y/N’s phone. The screen was blurred out but a logo was clearly shown.]

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tchalamet Hm, what’cha reading this time? 🤔

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user3 i-is that ao3??! K-pop stan and fanfics, how can she be even more relatable??

user4 OMG, what are you reading?

user2 do u read fanfics of movies that tim is in??

tchalamet she won’t tell me 😕

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Then they found my Instagram account. And boy, let me tell you, when the internet detectives want to find something, they’ll find it.

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tchalamet✔

[Image description: Picture of Y/N’s hand working on an art piece]

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tchalamet shhh she’s working 🤫

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florencepugh modern amy?!

tchalamet 😂

user1 wow, she’s talented

user2 why does that look familiar…

user3 omg i think i know who this is! it’s @-

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My account was then flooded by fans. It got crazy that I had to address the sudden influx of visitors and commenters.

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y/nartinstagram✔

[Story: Photo of Timmy and Y/N with her face covered and a block of text over it.

Writing: Hey guys, I can’t believe you guys found me quick. It’s only been an hour since Timmy uploaded that photo 😅. While I’m grateful for your support and glad that you love my work, but please keep the personal questions at a minimum. This is a professional account.

I may one day open another account for you guys, just to keep it separate.]

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A couple of days later, I opened a public account… If my first couple of posts looked like I was getting back at Timmy for his posts about me, well you wouldn’t be wrong…

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y/ninstagram

[Image description: A photo of concert ticket, only “Seventeen” was visible, everything else was blurred out.]

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yourinstagram @ tchalamet, i love you but today’s the day where i leave you for Seventeen

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tchalamet i knew it 😭💔

y/ninstagram 😂 it’s just for a few hours, you’re welcome to join me

tchalamet ☹💔

user3 will u be at the meet and greet???!

user4 OMG ur going to the concert too?!

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y/ninstagram

[Video: a shaky video of Timmy rapping to a song and a quiet laugh was heard over it]

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y/ninstagram I think Lil Timmy Tim’s making a comeback

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tchalamet i think i have a chance, what do you think?

y/ninstagram stick to your day job 😋

tchalamet ☹

y/nistagram 😘

tchalamet 🥰

user1 plz perform your hs statistic song!

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y/ninstagram

[Image description: photo of a bathroom door]

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y/ninstagram do you still need help finding the bathroom @ tchalamet?

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tchalamet as long as you don’t forget to sing while showing me the way ❤

y/ninstagram >////<

tomholland2013 im still waiting to hear this story!

zendaya 😂 @ tomholland2013 i’ll DM you

tomholland2013 OMG, is that how you two met?? that’s so cute guys!

user1 we need that story! what happened???

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y/ninstagram

[Image description: photo taken from behind showing Y/N giving Timmy a piggyback ride]

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y/ninstagram someone got tired 🙄 📷: @ pauline.chalamet

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user1 omg, i need this piggyback ride

user2 saaaaaaame, @y/ninstagram, can u give me a piggyback ride as well?

tchalamet who needs to rest when you have Y/N to carry you ☺

y/ninstagram well, someone needed to carry this relationship

tchalamet ☹

y/ninstagram 😇

User3 :o, so strong

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tchalamet✔

[Image description: photo of Timmy carrying Y/N over his shoulder with a huge smile on his face. Y/N pushing herself up on his shoulder, her head turned towards Tim, face covered by hair.]

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tchalamet who’s carrying the relationship now @y/ninstagram? 📷: @ pauline.chalamet

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y/ninstagram finally doing you’re doing your part eh?

tchalamet ❤❤❤

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tchalamet✔

[Image description: photo of Timmy and Y/N sleeping in the back of a car. Y/N had a pair of sunglasses on curled up against Timmy, his arm wrapped around her and a jacket covering them both.]

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tchalamet 🤫😴 📷: @ pauline.chalamet

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y/ninstagram got some good Z’s, @ tchalamet makes a good pillow

tchalamet will always be your pillow

user1 omg theyre so cute

user2 I can be ur pillow y/n!

[td-scenarios]

can I ask for dakota, dakotazoid, cody, owen, noah, and blainley reacting to a marriage proposal? I'm so excited to see a td blog :D also a recommendation, you should allow anon asks so people don't feel embarrassed asking!

Thank you for telling me that my anon requests weren't on I appreciate it sm 😭😭. Thank you for the ask! (also i hope u know that u gave me some of my favorite characters ever and I appreciated writing this so much <3 )

Dakota

You just HAVE to take her to an amazing place like Disney World or like Paris for a proposal because you know how much she loves a good picture to post to social media

Sure, even if you're broke, her parents are totally in on it and will help with the funds. Anything for their daughter

Dakota may not be bright on most things, but when it comes to romance and expensive stuff, she’s all over it.

Obligatory hands over face and squealing as soon as she sees you kneel on the ground

She says yes so fast only so she can snap a few selfies of the whole thing (even though you literally made sure there was a photographer around to capture the moment)

Dakota immediately starts planning what the wedding will be like even though the proposal just happened like 10 seconds ago

You love her anyways

Dakotazoid

This proposal definitely happened in either the comfort of one of your houses or in a beautiful forest since she is still not the best with going in public after the whole transformation thing.

She would get a bit scared that you’re hurt or something when you initially do the classic kneel on the ground for the proposal

But as soon as that ring comes out, she’s in tears

“You love Dakota that much?”

Dakotazoid is absolutely over the moon with this especially since she’s been real down on herself ever since she became like this

She doesn’t put you down for the rest of the day

Cody

The setting for this proposal was probably on one of your guys’ Friday night date nights.

This time, it was in a fancier restaurant than usual and, despite being together for a few years at this point, you two were acting more in love than usual.

It all became clear when he knelt on the ground with the ring and asked

You, of course, laughed which instantly made him panic

But that’s because you ALSO planned to propose to him tonight and didn’t even realize that he had the same idea as you

That then turned you both into laughing messes as you guys slipped the rings onto eachothers’ fingers and hugged

Owen

He forgot marriage proposals existed if he was gonna be completely honest

To him it just seemed like a perfectly normal outing to one of your guys’ favorite restaurants, nothing big

It was odd to him that you got out of your chair just to tie your shoe? Who does that?

It all clicked together for him when you pulled out that ring and oh boy, was this man not afraid to show his emotions as he swept you up into one of his bone crushing hugs while he teared up.

You thought it was sweet.

He was kind of confused as to why you’d want to marry HIM of all people, but you are quick to shut that thought down completely. Saying everything you loved about him.

Noah

If this proposal doesn’t happen in a library then it isn’t done right

Some people will say that isn’t romantic, but to him, it’s everything.

You purposefully made him drop a book so you would have an excuse to bend down without making him suspicious. Knowing Noah, he probably had some idea of what was going to happen though.

As soon as you pop the question, he is uncharacteristically at a loss for words.

“Oh, wow”

It’s awkward for a few seconds until he’s finally done being shocked and decides to finally agree to be your betrothed.

He doesn’t really show his excitement that easily, but if you two have been dating long enough for a proposal to happen, then you know that he’s absolutely psyched for this idea.

Blaineley

She actually proposed to you

#girlboss

That AND you’re maybe still a tiny bit scared that you two were only together for the publicity even though it’s been like 3 years and you were too afraid to ask.

She had to take matters into her own hands if she was going to get Y/N to be her spouse

You obviously say yes since you’ve been wanting to do the exact same thing for a while now

This also takes your fears away quite a bit. Double win!

Being a celebrity, the proposal is instantly everywhere on social media

Not being able to go out without getting a ‘Congratulations!’ by anyone who recognizes you or Blaineley is inevitable within the next month or two afterwards

[foolhearts]

☕ Seb and Lewis before Baku 2017?

WOW what an incredibly loaded ask!! you're right we don't talk about pre baku seb/lewis enough even though they have 10+ years of history before baku even happened... i wish i had a detailed timeline. we could dedicate an entire museum to their relationship.

i previously answered an ask about baku being the turning point on their relationship so i won't focus on that except to say the fact that seb says "we were not best friends" makes me crazy. ofc maybe he really means in that immediate post crash moment and it is very evident they're even closer now, but i would like to know how he defines their pre baku relationship bc let's consider the evidence shall we?

so they've been racing against each other since they were teenagers. which is not unusual in f1! but does everyone look at their rival like this? look at their smiles!! the way they look in each other's eyes like nobody else matters! they've been looking at each other this way for years. they have their way of walking together :)

should we talk about how lewis always says he has a terrible memory yet can remember all his battles his podiums his memories with seb no matter how long ago it was? like when they were babies in f3 at zandvoort in 2005?

in formula 1, their first shared podium was suzuka 2009. since then, they've shared a podium SO MANY TIMES and they always look so happy as they flirt and spray champagne. it's all about the delight on their faces at these dumb intricate rituals. and some of their celebrations... obscene. how much champagne have they poured on each other? how many times have their hands touched? can we even count the amount of times they've congratulated each other, celebrated with each other, shared in each other's important moments? thinking about it makes me insane. they should just kiss already.

speaking of podiums, i laugh everytime i think about the time they excluded nico from their photo. it kinda looks like lewis is the one who makes seb take the photo!!! and way nico walks off dejectedly... it's so good. i love all the b*tchy lewis and seb moments. like them mocking the hat throwing incident right in front of nico!!

and then there's the flirting... this exchange about seb's hands when they're doing the hand imprints for the 2014 japanese gp. excuse me seb??? "you know what they say about men with small hands"??? seems like seb is offering to show lewis the answer...

they have such a long history of making everyone feel like a third wheel during press conferences!!! like when they teased valtteri about the finnish word for excited but it was really just an excuse to flirt!! also how many selfies does lewis have? i'd die to see his seb album.

ok i need to wrap it up with a few key moments:

remember malaysia 2015? i honestly could cry thinking about it. them just sitting on the podium together, touching shoulders and feet. seb is overwhelmed with tears of joy after getting his first win with ferrari. and lewis stays there by his side. this whole gifset is so much but the bottom right kills me. lewis's content smile as he watches seb... sharing this huge moment TOGETHER!

then canada 2016... there is SO MUCH in this race. it's the flirting in the cooldown room and saying "i enjoyed chasing you down" and seb asking if lewis noticed his start. i cannot. they both have it SO BAD. and seb's praise kink is showing. and as noted this is the seagulls incident!! seb just leaves his own interview to come and tease lewis about not braking for seagulls. with a lot of touching.

inspector seb apparently touching lewis's car and then they joke about it!! again the flirting and the touching... truly deranged behavior

lastly let us not forget lewis defending seb's honor against jack whitehall. you tell him lewis!!! seb IS very funny!!!

ok i hope you enjoyed my thesis about seb and lewis pre baku 2017. in conclusion, they have SO MUCH HISTORY and evidence points to them being in love way before the baku incident even happened.

[red-elric]

can we see the iwaoi timeline :0

>:)

they met through their moms; like they just definitely have the vibe of 'our moms were friends' to me lol. lots of kids whose moms were friends are kinda whatever about each other, but i think in their case oikawa was clingy bc he strikes me as a kid who had trouble making friends, and iwaizumi has had a strong sense of duty for a LONG time so he felt the need to take care of him. they did genuinely get along as kids tho, and it grew into a really close friendship

i feel like oikawa started getting attention as a pretty boy in middle school, and it kinda inflated his ego a bit; meanwhile, iwaizumi was becoming Very Aware that most boys who are best friends dont hold hands and hug all the time..... i think they kinda drifted apart for a bit in that awkward middle school way. neither of them really wanted to, but they felt like they had to and noticed the distance the other one was creating. it culminates a bit when oikawa's mental health is going crazy over kageyama; i feel like the canon confrontation they have is the pivotal moment that brings them back together as besties again :,) especially since oikawa seems so much more grounded after that

they go into high school SOLIDLY best friends again, but not quite as touchy-feely as when they were kids still. no more calling each other first names, it's all iwachan and trashkawa lmao. they both start dating girls (oikawa much more often than iwaizumi, but the one or two relationships iwa has have a lot more depth to them than anyone oikawa dated) and they both get REALLY UPSET about the other one dating for reasons they Cannot explain. both of them had a girlfriend at the same time one (1) time in high school, leading to the most awkward double date in history and both girls dumping them within the next week aksjsjjsj. still tho, they stay tight despite the awkwardness and are fully unaware of their feelings this whole time theyre insane

i feel like iwa's realization moment is literally the night after their graduation party. theyre probably doing smth sappy like stargazing late at night bc oikawa's going to argentina soon and iwa's starting college soon after that and like. iwa has this full on crisis of 'oh shit i like him. oh shit im gay. oh shit i cant do anything about this bc he's literally moving to a different country tomorrow oh god oh fuck' meanwhile oikawas looking for aliens (and also sad bc he misses his bestie LOL)

im a freshman iwa and daichi roommate truther!!! not gonna get too deep into daichis story thats a different post but both of them are handling their 'oh wow im GAY gay' crises at the same time for a year or so. i dont see them going for each other at all but they do go to gay bars together and wake each other up in the middle of the night to rant about 'oh FUCK (random childhood story) i was gay the WHOLE TIME that was a CRUSH' aksjdjdjjdb. meanwhile oikawa thinks some of his new teammates are kinda cute!! he's starting to think hey maybe im not straight :) the full truth hasnt hit him yet

we saw oikawa get the ushijima/iwa selfie and get mad about it. we DIDNT see him scrolling through iwa's snap story showing him and ushijima attending a cali pride parade together. this is when oikawa learns that iwa might not be straight, and that iwa definitely didnt tell him, and he realizes that maybe they havent been talking much recently (of course not, theyre on opposite sides of the planet more often than not) and maybe theyre drifting apart and oh god does oikawa have ANY friends anymore did iwa and ushijima hook up oh god oh god (side note: i think itd be really funny if iwa and ushijima hooked up in cali. i dont think itd go anywhere but i think it leaves iwa with a lot of concerns aksjsjsjsbsh)

anyway this is the emotional state oikawa's in when he's visiting brazil and runs into hinata!! he latches onto him a bit bc hey, someone from home :) and flirts a bit just for fun and hinata flirts back and they DEFO hook up brazil fling ftw :) and then immediately after oikawa has a breakdown bc oh my GOD, he's in love w iwaizumi. hinata draws the line of 'were not hooking up again you cant handle this' and then makes a point to call oikawa every week bc he CLEARLY needs a friend ajsjsjjd. so now hinata is..... kinda oikawa's best friend? oikawa and iwa havent been talking less and less but theyre both sort of in love w each other? but its Weird

olympics are Very strange for both of them, bc theyre in the same space but iwaizumi spends a lot of time with the japan team and when oikawa's not w his teammates he gravitates towards hinata. i feel like the brazil fling story gets out around then too which gives iwa a Lot of feelings aksjjdjdhd

i kinda..... dont see them making much progress for a bit here, until oikawa has to retire bc his old hs knee injury starts acting up. i think he retires earlier than most of the pros in their age group, which kinda KILLS him but he's older now and a LITTLE more chill. anyway he decides to move back to japan, and the first person he decides to tell is iwa. even though they havent really talked much lately. and iwa asks him if he has a place to stay yet and he says no, not yet. and theyre both a little insane bc iwa offers to let him crash on his couch until he gets things figured out and oikawa says yes. even though they havent been best friends in years. HMMM

and they were roommates era!! oikawa spends some time wallowing but has too much energy to do so for long so he applies for some colleges! gets a degree, finally!! im partial to him getting an entomology degree bc 'the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle' KILLS me but no matter what late game academia oikawa feels good feels right. anyway they slip into being besties again RIDICULOUSLY easily, once they get past the awkward hump, and oikawa does that thing where he says he's looking for a place of his own but doesnt and iwa does that thing where he lets him

eventually they get into a fight, probably over smth stupid, but it blows up quick bc HEY THERES A BUNCH OF FEELINGS THEY HAVENT BEEN TALKING ABOUT!! i think what comes out here is the 'we werent friends for a long time and that hurt me' from both sides :/ and it ends w them promising to communicate better from here on out

things are better, and then they get drunk and kiss, and then freak out bc 'i dont think the other one wanted that' and then angst for a bit without talking about it bc theyre STUPID

THEYRE STILL ROOMMATES

anyway i think hinata talks to iwaizumi about it and is basically like 'hey dumbass oikawa actually likes you' which prompts iwa to Actually Talk About it

and then they kiss NOT DRUNK and live happily ever after :) :) :) and theyre like, 35 all their friends are married already theyre STUPID but i love them :,) they adopt twin daughters etc etc

[tillyouscreamandcry]

When in Rome: Part Two (Damiano x reader)

Summery: It had been almost three weeks since you had returned home. A full three weeks and your mind was still going crazy with thoughts of Damiano, and his with you. Not sure whether you should stay in touch or just forget him altogether, but as the saying goes; ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder.’

Warnings: ANGSSTTTT, Swearing, Drinking, Gross drunk guy who won't take ‘no’ for an answer. Vic being a boss and not standing for bullshit. 

Word count: 5,637.. Hope you like them long because I really can't stop once I get going with this fic, wow. 

A/N: I like to torture myself I guess, the angst is real, and I'm not sorry about it. Only one part left after this one! As always feedback and constructive criticism is welcome, and feel free to send a request if you have one. 

Parts: Part One. 

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Hours after your plane had landed Damiano called you that night to make sure you had arrived home safe. You couldn’t help but blush over him calling to check in on you and make sure you were okay, home safe and sound. The next day he called you asking you how your day was, telling him about your new battle with jet lag and how you’d do anything to have a normal sleep routine back. He filled you in on this day at the studio with the rest of the band. The conversation flowed so naturally that you found his distance towards the end of your conversation almost concerning, he just shrugged it off as tiredness. The following week you didn’t hear much from him, you texted him a few times and barely got a reply until suddenly there was nothing. Starting to regret and wonder how stupid you had been. He probably just fed you want you wanted to hear back in Italy so you’d sleep with him. Just another stupid tourist falling for the charms of some Italian playboy.

It was 8pm on a Friday and you were going out for a friends birthday, taking a selfie in your bedroom mirror to show off your outfit, a deep red silk dress that stopped mid-thigh hugging all your curves in all the right places, wearing it has you feeling extremely good about yourself and how you looked. You posted the photo to your Instagram stories adding the caption ‘ready to party’. Getting a text from Louise letting you know she was only minutes away you walked out of your bedroom and grabbed your coat that was laying over the back of your couch. Putting it on and then quickly fixing your hair in the mirror by your apartment door before you headed out when your phone buzzed away on the small table below it. Picking it up and looking through the notifications that had appeared you saw a few messages and reactions to the photo you posted. Friends reacting with the heart eye and flame emoji’s and replying to it, hyping you up. But then you saw it. 

‘Ykaaar: wow, you look so incredible’

The last time you spoke to one another you were telling him that you hope he had a good day in the studio with the band, that was about 3 weeks ago now and it had been radio silence since. Now he’s in your dms telling you how incredible you look. You knew he’d see it and your not going to lie, you hoped you’d get a reaction from him but having him compliment you had you feeling like you did back in Italy. Heart racing, biting your lip as you read his message over and over, forcing himself back into your mind. The knocking on your front door pulled you out of your trance, snapping you back to reality. Putting your phone in your pocket and quickly stepping into your heels, you opened the door to Louise standing there with a smile on her face. 

“Woah you look hot.” She complimented you “Do I have time to change? I can't be seen in this with you looking like that” she gestured to her outfit. You rolled your eyes and laughed, walking out of your apartment, locking the door and putting the keys in your clutch. “Come on let's go, we don’t want to be late.”  

Hopping into the Uber, the destination being a club in town about 15 minutes away, Louise was chatting away about something. You swear you were listening at first but you suddenly couldn’t take your mind off Damiano and his message. Nodding away as your friend spoke next to you in the back seat you pulled your phone out and clicked on the Instagram app. Actually opening his dm this time you looked at it again for a few minutes, a small smile slowly appearing on your face. 

“Well, that was my day.” Louise finished before looking over at you “What's got you smiling?” She asked, leaning over and looking at your screen. You went to move your phone away from her but she had already seen it. “Stop it! Not the fling from Italy!”

“Louise don’t start..”

“I thought you said he just vanished like 3 weeks ago. Now he’s sliding into your dms! Gimme the phone” she went to take it from you but you playfully smacked her hands away. 

“No stop.” You chuckled holding your phone protectively against your chest. “He did stop talking to me, yeah, but I don’t know maybe I shouldn’t give up so easily.”

“Y/n the man ghosted you, after ‘promising to call you every day Amore’” she said in a bad Italian accent. “And now you’re all smiles again after him telling you that you look nice. Nope, not happening, don’t reply and ghost him back.” Part of you thought she was right, he did ghost you, leaving you to wonder what happened or if you had done something or if unfortunately, he realised that whatever you two had in Italy wasn’t going to go anywhere. But the other part of you didn’t want to give up because you knew there was something there, you knew he was meant to be in your life. 

“Okay first off never do that accent again.” Louise rolled her eyes. “And secondly, I can’t just not reply to him. I know you think I’m being ridiculous but we had something. Like really had something, I can’t explain it, it’s almost like he’s known me my whole life. There’s this pull that I have towards him and I can’t break it.”

“Y/n.. come on..”

“I know it sounds stupid and insane, Louise okay I know. But this is so dif-“

“So different, I know. You told me that when you were crying into your wine glass over his, now continued, lack of communication 2 weeks ago.” You sighed, looking down. You did cry over him. You felt kind of stupid for doing so too so you heavily blamed it on the wine you had drunk that night. “I just don’t want you getting hurt” feeling Louise grab your hand and squeezing it. You smiled and nodded at her, know she means well and just wants to protect you from heartache. 

You looked out the window and saw you had stopped at a red light just before the club. Unlocking your phone and reading over Damiano’s message once more your fingers flurried over the keyboard typing out a reply. ‘Thanks, Dami x’ sending it off just as the car pulled up at your stop. 

“No boy talk tonight.” Louise said as you both hopped out of the car “we are here to have fun and celebrate and we don’t need to be distracted by stupid Italian boys, deal?” You nodded at her and smiled. 

“Deal!”

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“Okay Woah!” Victoria said suddenly eyes glued to her phone. She is was sitting on the couch at the bands shared house, Thomas across from her playing a game on the PlayStation, and Ethan sat next to her drumming and tapping away on his legs absentmindedly while watching Thomas’ game on the tv screen. 

“What?” Ethan asked, his eyes now leaving the screen to look over at Victoria’s phone as she showed him the cause of her outburst. “She looks good”

“Good? She looks amazing, damn!” 

It was y/n photo. Victoria was casually flicking through her friends' stories when it came across her screen. The two had followed each other back when they met in Italy, along with the other band members doing so too. She liked photos and replayed to post before but this one was something else. Sending a reply ‘dammmnnn girl’ along with a bunch of flames and even the drool face emojis. Ethan chuckling beside her as he watched her do so. 

“Stop flirting Vic.” He laughed 

“I’m not flirting with her, trust me I could easily if I wanted too tho.”

“Who’s the unlucky girl that’s having to deal with you now?” Damiano’s voice suddenly spoke, teasing her. Victoria looked behind her as he walked out of their home studio, lyric book and pen in his hands as he joined them on the couch. 

“Oh, no one. Just your long lost girlfriend.” She said with a smirk. Damiano put his stuff down next to him, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Y/n, Dami.” She told him as if it wasn’t obvious. 

“I thought you stopped talking to her?” Thomas casually said as he was pressing buttons furiously on the controller with his fingers. Because everyone knew the harder and more aggressively you pushed the buttons it obviously made a difference to how well you played. 

“Shut up Thomas,” Damiano said nudging him with his foot. 

“You did what? When? Explain now!” Victoria questioned turning her body completely so she was now sitting cross-legged and facing her friend. Damiano groaned loudly, that was the last thing he wanted to do. 

“There’s nothing to explain Vic. We just, I don’t know, fizzled out.”

“That’s not what you told me.” Thomas spoke up again, Damiano lifted his foot kicking the guitarist properly this time “Hey! Way to make me miss that shot.”

Victoria leaned forwards off the couch and grabbed the controller out of Thomas’ hand, pressing pause on the game. 

“what was that for?” 

“Spill now!” She demanded looking directly at Thomas. 

“Why are you so nosy?” Damiano asked her “there’s nothing to spill and he knows nothing.”

“Yeah like I believe that. Thomas now or the game goes in the pool” she threatened.

“Oh damn, she means it,” Ethan spoke up, watching this all unfold in front of him. He knew Victoria meant business when she wanted to know something and would often get her way and would be told whatever she wanted to know. 

“Don’t you dare!” Damiano directed over at Thomas. The blonde boy looked back and forth between his two friends. Trying to figure out the lesser of the two evils. His eyes stopped on Victoria. 

“He stopped talking to her about 3 weeks ago. Owww!” A swift punch to the arm from Damiano hit him after he said that. “Can you stop hitting me?” He asks now rubbing the sore spot on his arm. 

“Three weeks?!” Victoria yelled. “What the hell Dami. What happened to ’I think she’s my dream girl’, ‘I’ll call you every day’ and ‘I can't stop thinking about you’ hell you’re even writing songs about her!”

“I am not” he scoffed, as if he’d do that. 

“Oh yeah ‘Marlena Torna a casa’, you think we’re dumb?” 

“She’s got you there.” Ethan chuckled. They all knew what he was trying to do with that song. “So why’d you stop talking to her?”

“Why does it matter? She’s free to move on, can't I?” 

“No!” Victoria yelled again. “You really think she’s posting thirst traps on Instagram because she’s moved on? She literally doing it to get your attention! You know you can talk to us Damiano, you always have so this isn’t any different. I’ve never seen two people hit it off the way you did before. It really seemed like something special, so we are all just confused as to why you just act like she doesn’t exist.” Victoria ranted. She did think the two had some kind of ridiculous long lost lovers, romance novel kind of connection. It was almost surreal watching it unfold over the week they shared. So she was genuinely concerned as to why he was acting like this. 

Damiano sighed. He knew Vic had a point. Hell, she’d been right about everything so far. Y/n was still heavy on his mind, his songwriting was affected, clearly not as unnoticed by the others as he thought. He often found himself opening the photos on his phone in the middle of the night and staring at the few that you had together, the picture that was taken when he took her sightseeing, his arms rested naturally around her shoulders and hers on his waist posing in-front of an Italy landmark he had taken her to. The selfie he took where he had quickly turned and kissed her cheek causing her to scrunch up her nose and let out a laugh right as he clicked the camera button. The one Victoria took of the two of them sitting by the pool the day he took her to the maneskin house. She was sitting between his legs leaning back against his chest, a silly Instagram filter over their faces as they both stuck their tongues out. And the last one he took of her when they were out at dinner the night before she left, sitting out on the balcony of the restaurant. The sun setting behind her as he inconspicuously held his phone up, he said her name getting her attention, her wine glass in hand as she looked over at him caught off guard when his camera went off. That was his favourite. No pose, no filters, no silly faces, just her natural beauty. 

He saw the photo she posted earlier too. If he was going to be honest, he saw it as soon as it was posted because he had her post notifications on. Wow, he did have it bad for her. The deep red dress she was wearing complimented her skin tone, clinging perfectly to her figure. She looked incredible in that photo, and he told her that, replying to the photo just seconds after it was posted. Realising how creepy that might have come across because he hadn’t spoken to her in weeks but he couldn’t not tell her how much she took his breath away. 

All these emotions he was feeling had completely overwhelmed him leaving him lost and confused. Sure he had had girlfriends in the past, even the occasional hook up here and there, but y/n was completely different. She came out of nowhere and he was hooked from the second he saw her. There were none of that friends turned lovers trope, not even a dating app matching two single people up who had been wanting to look for a partner. He simply just saw her and fell in love. Oh god, love. Did he love her? Now that was an even more complicated question that he’d been avoiding asking himself. Can you love someone you’ve only just met? Someone who completely infatuated you within moments of meeting and a week of being with you? 

“I freaked out.” He finally spoke. “I don’t know what else to say. It’s all so ridiculous and unexpected and I got swept up in it all. Then she left and I actually had to be alone with my thoughts I just… I just thought it was best to avoid her, I don’t know. I didn’t want to hurt her, hell I hope I haven’t.” He confessed. The others all shared a look with one another then looking back over at their singer “I fucked up didn't I?” 

“No, you haven’t, I don’t think so at least,” Ethan told him. “But what you need to do is talk to her and tell her this, not ghost her for weeks.” 

“Yeah, no offence but that was stupid of you.” Thomas chimed in, Damiano couldn’t not agree with that. 

“Well, aren’t you going to yell at me and tell me how stupid I am?” He asked Victoria

“You already know I think you’re a dumbass, but if you want me to yell it at you I can.” She told him, he laughed and shook his head. 

“No, I’m good, thanks.”

“What I am going to tell you to do is call her. Maybe not right now since she out having fun and looking fine as hell so honestly don’t expect her to not be taken after this”

“Vic,” Ethan said glaring at her

“I never said I was going to be the one to do so, obviously… but again for the record, I totally could.” She smiled and flips some hair back over her shoulder as if that proved her point. “But, Ethan’s right, call her tomorrow and talk to her honestly and openly about how you feel. And don’t ghost her again”

“And while you’re not doing things, how about you stop with writing sappy songs about her. I can deal with one but I’m not going to start playing songs about your lame love life. We are way too rock and roll for your heartbroken love songs.” Thomas added, Damiano once again reached over and hit his arm, although it wasn’t as hard and more playfully this time. 

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The music pounded through the club as you and your friends danced away on the dance floor. Lights flashing around you, people singing along to the words of the song playing. 

“Shots!!” Louise yelled out at your group, coming back over to the table you’ve all been occupying for the night. You and your friends moved over closer to her as she handed them out, 2 each. 

“Not more shots” you laughed as two small glasses were placed in front of you. 

“Yes more shots!” Your other friend yelled out “it’s my birthday so we are doing them all!”

The group laughed, picking up both glasses and coming together to cheers them in the middle before drinking them both down. Scrunching your face up slightly as both lots of liquid burned down your throat. You were pretty drunk at this point which was a rare thing for you, you knew how to handle your alcohol but it was your friends birthday but you were also kind of going through a heartbreak so you took advantage of the drinks being brought tonight. 

“I’ll be back in just heading to the bathroom.” You yelled over the music. Your friends nodded heading back out to the middle of the dance floor. You walked over to the bathroom, stumbling slightly, a mix of all the drinks you’ve had and the height of your heels. Lucky it was empty, shutting the door behind you and letting out a breath welcoming the quiet as well as the cool air, your head was starting to feel the effects of the last few hours and this was a welcomed escape from the crowd and the noise. You walked over to the sink and looked in the mirror above it, you ran the water wetting your hands slightly before pressing them to the back of your neck in hopes the cold droplets would help cool your body heat down a bit. After doing so you spent a few moments fixing your hair and makeup and applying a new layer of gloss over your lips. Your phone buzzed thinking it was a friend asking if you were okay and coming back you were surprised to see it wasn’t and it was an Instagram message from Victoria instead. Laughing at what she sent as a response to your post earlier in the night you sent a few heart emojis back, too drunk to try and focus on the keyboard to make out any other kind of reply. Keeping the app open you swiped over to post another story, yet another mirror selfie only this time you poked your tongue out and held up the peace sign on your free hand before posting it. Deciding that you’d spent enough time hiding away you made sure you had your things and exited the room. 

The noise hit you immediately as you opened the door, as well as the obvious shift in room temperature. Making your way back out to the busy part of the club you felt yourself tumble backwards before an arm caught you. 

“Sorry, you okay?” The man who currently had ahold of your arm asked. 

“Yeah. Thanks.” You replied now standing back upright again. “I didn’t even see you there.”

“It's fine I think we were both not paying too much attention to what was around us.” He laughed. You smiled back thanking him once again for catching you before you fell and went to make your way back over to your friends. That was until you were stopped. “Hey wait” Turing back around you saw his hand around your arm again, holding you in place. 

“Yeah?” You asked him, trying to remove your arm out of his grip, but having no luck. 

“Can I get you a drink?” He asked. Not this again. You’d normally didn't mind, but after Italy, you’d had enough of strangers offering to buy you drinks, plus you had a group of friends waiting for you.

“No thanks.” You told him, again walking away only for him to once again hold you in place. 

“Oh come on one drink won’t hurt” he smiled “Take it as an apology for almost knocking you over.” He laughed. 

“You said sorry so that’s all the apology I need.” You were trying your hardest to be polite but you were starting to really get annoyed now and all the drinks in your system were not helping your tolerance either. 

“Come on. One drink. Hell if you are over this scene we can even head back to mine” he winked. Is this guy serious?

“I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate it.” Oh the old ‘I have a boyfriend’ line, don’t you just love having to use that one.

“Is he here? We don’t need to tell him.” Wow, he’s relentless. 

“No, but I’m still not accepting the drink and I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“I doubt you even have a boyfriend” he challenged rolling his eyes at you. “Who goes out to a club like dressed like that and gets drunk off their ass with a boyfriend waiting at home for them.”

“What you want me to call him and prove it?” You spat, you were so over this whole encounter. 

“Go on then” shit you didn’t think he’d call your bluff. He finally let go of your arm and you looked down at your phone. Now what. Staring up at the man, who had a giant grin on his face thinking he was right. I mean he was but he wasn’t about to think he was. Clicking a number, it started to ring as you brought the phone up to your ear. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, babe? Sorry to bother you but look, this asshole won’t leave me alone at the club.” You started to explain emphasizing the word ‘asshole’ as you full-on glared daggers at the man. 

“What? What’s going on are you okay?” The voice asked. 

“What? Babe no you don’t need to come down here.” Completely ignoring the question asked to you and now making up a conversation to get the man in front of you to leave you be. “No I don’t want you to fight anyone, look I’m sure he gets it now and will back off.. Babe seriously get out of the car.” 

“Fine whatever. You’re not even that hot” the guy said bitterly as he finally left you alone. 

“Asshole!” You yelled at him flipping him off as he walked away “I am too hot” you spoke to yourself. “Who the hell does he think he is like honestly, take a damn hint, calls me ugly just because I rejected his ass, what a loser.”

“Umm, y/n want to explain what’s going on?”  Oh yeah, you’re on the phone. You heard what you guessed to be a door closing on the other end of the line. “Okay, I’m alone, what the hell is happening are you alright?” 

“Sorry I didn’t know who else to call.” You sighed. “He just wouldn’t leave me alone a-and he was holding onto me and kept pressuring me and I told him I had a boyfriend so he’d hopefully back off but then he told me to prove it and like what was I meant to do you know? I didn’t think he’d question me about it.” You ranted out, slurring over a few words with how fast you tried to explain yourself. “I’m fine now, I’ll let you go, I- I won’t bother you again. Bye Damiano.”

“Wait-“ you heard just as you started to move the phone away from your ear. “Where are you now?” 

“Standing near the bar.” 

“You’re with friends, right? Where are they?” He asked. You started scanning your eyes over to the dance floor. 

“Yeah, I am. They were dancing the last time I saw them. I went to go to the bathroom, I’m sure they are still over there somewhere.”

“You went alone? Don’t girls do that weird doubles thing when they go to the bathroom for this very reason?” He kind of sounded annoyed when asking you that. “Why would you stumble around drunk at a club alone y/n, come on I thought you’d be smarter than that.” You scoffed at that. 

“Why do you even care Damiano? I’m not a child I can look after myself. I’m not even meant to be talking to you right now anyway so I’m going.” You told him. 

“Oh, and why aren’t you?” He questioned. 

“Because I’m here to celebrate my friends birthday and have fun and Louise told me I shouldn’t be thinking about or getting distracted by stupid Italian boys who hurt me,” you told him straight out and honestly, definitely blaming that on the alcohol. 

There was silence on the other end of the phone, making you wonder if he was even still there at all. You wouldn’t be surprised if he hung up on you tho after that. The sound of him breathing made you realise he was still there. 

“Wow, okay, I’ll leave you alone then. Have a good night.”

“No Dami wait-“ He hung up before you could finish your sentence. 

Shit. 

Looking down at your phone, finger hovering over his name, tempted to call him back. You couldn’t let things just end that way, could you? You didn’t want that to be your last memory of him. But maybe it was for the best. It’s not like he cared enough to even try when he was the one to stop reaching out weeks ago. Maybe it should just end here, no matter how badly it did. Waves of emotions suddenly started crashing down on you. You felt sick, you felt extremely agitated, you wanted to cry. You want to leave, you need to leave. 

Squeezing through the ocean of people in front of you and searching around for a moment you finally spotted your friend group. 

“Guys I’m going to head out.” You said over the music. The music that you could now physically feel in your brain. A chorus of ‘you can’t leave’ and ‘no’s’ came at you all at once, along with begs to stay. “I’m done for the night sorry. Stay and have a great time for me tho.” You told them. 

“I’ll come with you” Louise offered. She really was your best friend, always willing to end her night if you needed something. 

“No, stay. Please. I’ll be fine, I’m literally going to bed as soon as I step foot in the door at home.” You told her. Holding up your phone with the Uber app open “look, the cars two minutes away, I’ll be fine, promise.”

You did your round of goodbyes, assuring Louise you’d be okay and let her know when you’re home. Wishing your friend a happy birthday once again before leaving and making your way to the car waiting for you. 

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After battling with your keys and finally getting your door unlocked you stumbled into your apartment, kicking your heels of the second you entered. Locking the door and putting your keys in the bowl on the table and dumping your coat and bag onto your couch you let out a frustrated sigh. Tonight took a turn, one that you definitely didn’t want and now all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and hide away from everyone and everything. 

Walking into your bedroom and taking off your dress, replacing it with the oversized shirt that had been casually tossed onto the bed. Quickly washing the makeup off your face in the bathroom and putting your hair up into a bun. Finally, you turned the light off and collapsed into bed ready to let sleep take over your body… But it never did. As tired and drunk as you felt your brain refused to turn off, playing the phone call with Damiano over and over in your head as a way to torture you. You wanted to call him and fix it but didn’t know if there was any point, not knowing if he would even want to hear from you at all now. Groaning loudly at your predicament and realising that you knew you weren’t sleeping anytime soon unless you did this. It was 1:30 in the morning for you at this point, not even bothering to check the time for him, you reached over to the bedside table and grabbed your phone. Clicking his number and hoping that he’d answer. 

It rang once.

Twice.

And then you heard him. 

“Need me to play pissed off boyfriend for the second time tonight?” He asked. You could hear the resentment in his voice. “Can’t seem to keep out of trouble can you?”

You wanted to hang up. Hang up and cry. 

“Did I wake you?” You asked meekly 

“No, I’m still up, sitting by the pool having a cigarette.” He told you “What do you want now y/n?” 

You didn’t even realise you were crying until a sob left your mouth. Then you realised how wet with tears your cheeks were. Closing your eyes tight, not wanting anymore to escape as you wiped your face with the back of your free hand. 

“I’m sorry.” You told him. You knew how pathetic that sounded, but you needed him to know. “I shouldn’t have said what I did earlier. I just, I was hurt, I’ve drunk way too much, my emotions all over the place and god, I hate how you are always on my mind even though you clearly don’t feel the same. You’re all I think about and I hate it because it’s almost like it’s consuming me. I hate that I let myself fall for you, hell it was one week but it felt like so much more to me and it hurts.” You couldn’t stop talking, ranting, spilling out all the feelings and thoughts you’d kept bottled up for the last three weeks, who knew some liquid courage would be all it took. “God I’m an idiot. Like that guy earlier and not able to take a hint. You don’t talk to me for three weeks yet I’m still sitting here hoping you’ll call me, even a text or a stupid Instagram message. Which by the way do you know how that felt seeing that tonight. You stop all contact with me and then all of a sudden you’re telling me I look nice, do you know how you’re making me feel Damiano?” You finally took a breath, not sure if you felt better for finally getting your feelings out, or worse because now everything you felt was out there. 

“Shit” you heard him sigh. 

Silence fell over the two of you, and not an overly comfortable one either.

“I’ll leave you alone now. Thanks for a great week in Italy Dami.” You let out another small sob, ready to hang up and now fully move on from him. 

“Wait. Don’t, please don’t hang up.” You heard him almost beg. “I just, I need a moment to wrap my head around this because this is not how I planned for this to go.” 

Sitting up in your bed, nervous about what he was going to say to you. You picked slightly at your nails anxiously waiting. 

“You know Vic yelled at me today.” He laughed “They all kinda called me out for ghosting you. Made me realise how much of a jerk I was. I was going to call you tomorrow and talk this over with you but hell, I guess now is as good a time as any… I’m sorry. Sorry if I made you feel like I used you, sorry if I hurt you, sorry for all of it. I didn’t plan to see a girl in a bar and all of a sudden have her stuck in my head morning, noon and night. I didn’t plan to hold her tightly in my arms, only for her to leave me hours later. Didn’t plan to have her so deeply embedded into my heart that now all I do is sit here until early hours of the morning while everyone is asleep writing songs about her. I got scared, I’m not going to lie I haven’t felt like this towards anyone before and I didn’t know what to do. Stupidly I thought if I didn’t speak to you I’d get you out of my head, but it didn’t and it just caused me to hurt you instead.” He confessed. “I know this won’t be easy, and we will need to have a proper conversation about it, but you drunk and me sleep deprived right now isn’t a great start but… I like you, a lot, I want to try to make this work.”

You were speechless, this was definitely not what you had expected to come of this phone call at all, yet you couldn’t have asked for anything better. 

“You wrote a song about me?” you could feel yourself blush when hearing that he did that. 

“That's what you took away from that?” he laughed

“Well..is it good?”  

“I wrote it, of course it's good, plus I had a pretty good muse.” 

You felt like you heart was going to burst from that. He’s writing songs about you, he must care. 

“So you really want to try make this work?” you asked, focusing back on the important topic at hand.

“Of course really. You drive me crazy y/n!” He chuckled. “But here's what we are going to do, you are going to go to sleep and prepare for your impending hangover.” You laughed at that “and I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“I don’t know, you’ve told me you’d call me before.” You teased

“Oh I mean it this time, and if I don’t you have full permission to get Victoria involved so that way it’s not going to end well for me.”

“Okay. Deal.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow y/n, get some sleep Amore Mio.” Hearing him call you that again sent butterflies throughout your body. God, you missed him. Missed this. 

“Goodnight Dami.” 

“Buonanotte angelo.”

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Part three ___

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[drades-lair]

New workout routine

Fandom: Helluva Boss 

Pairings: Blitzo/Striker 

Rating: M for sexual content

Striker hated long haul hits especially since he started seeing Blitz regularly not like he could really do anything about it though. Luckily after 3 long weeks on this hit Striker only had tonight left in this shitty motel before being able to head back to imp city tomorrow, lounging on the couch Striker just casually scrolled through his phone when a picture on sinstagram from Blitz’s profile popped up. Striker audibly cursed and felt heat pool instantly in his stomach as an image of Blitz standing in front of a mirror taking a shirtless selfie (not really that unusual) sporting a fucking six pack! Reading the text at the bottom of the post it said ‘wow, Satan’s work out routine on his app really works’ Striker had no idea Blitz had been working out although thinking back to the last time they’d fucked about 4 weeks ago he did recall Blitz looking a little more muscular. Another notification indicated Blitz had just posted a new video to his story as well, so Striker checked out the vid and what he saw had Striker letting out a breathy ‘fuck’. Blitz had apparently had someone record him doing portions of his work out routine from the weights to push ups Striker was more then impressed especially if you consider how tight the front of his jeans were getting.

Going back to the picture Striker commented on it ‘fucking tease’ before going back to the video with his free hand moving to the front of his jeans. Palming himself through his jeans Striker couldn’t believe he was already half hard from just watching Blitz fucking work out, putting his phone down for a moment the pale imp stood up to undo his jeans then shimmy out of them before settling back on the couch. Laying length wise along the couch Striker crooked his one leg while letting the other dangle over the couches edge, phone back in hand except now he had a text message from Blitz. Opening the message, it said ‘You’ll get to see them up close and personal tomorrow’ of course with so many spelling errors that Striker could barely make it out. Chuckling Striker replied to the text with ‘what if I can’t wait?’ then promptly grabbed his half hard cock by the base to give himself a couple liberal strokes.

Another text came through from Blitz ‘LOL are you jacking off to my workout photo and video?’ making Striker smirk to himself because Blitz knew him too well. Striker stroked himself to full hardness then took a picture adding ‘what do you think?’ before sending the message to Blitz and returning to the video on sinstagram. Striker paused on a specific part where Blitz was mid sit up, soaked in sweat and through his loose work out pants there was the clear outline of his cock making a perfect jerk off image. Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock Striker stroked upwards adding a twist of his wrist at the crown before sliding back down forcing himself to go slow to savor the feeling despite already being so turned on. It didn’t take long for Striker to get lost in the sensations panting heavily as his strokes picked up speed just in time for Blitz to respond to his previous text; ‘Fuck! Now I’m hard as shit! I’m going to rail your ass so hard tomorrow on every surface we have’. Striker gave a guttural groan at seeing the message responding with ‘You promise sugar?’ then he tossed his phone onto the bed.

Shifting on the couch so as to fan his legs out a little more Striker sucked on two of his fingers while still stroking his length with the other hand. After a few moments Striker moved his fingers from his mouth to his hole, sliding both saliva slicked fingers into himself with a moan, tipping his head backwards while biting his bottom lip. Imagining Blitz manhandling him up against a wall or bending him over a table had Striker already so close to the edge causing precum to slick his hand as he quickened his pace, pressing a third finger into himself. Moaning Blitz’s name Striker felt his abdomen tighten as his orgasm hit painting his stomach with cum while he road it out. Pulling out his fingers Striker leaned back completely to just lazily stroke himself through the high he was currently riding until it passed with the realization he should probably shower now.

The next day Striker walked through the door of the apartment only to let out a shocked yelp when he was shoved up against the wall next to the door. Blitz’s smile was devious as he firmly pinned Striker’s hands above his head and used his tail to close the door. Striker smirked as he raked his yellow gaze over Blitz’s bare torso finally getting that in person look of what he’d seen on sinstagram the night before except it was clear Blitz had just finished a workout because his muscles were still rippling, and he smelled of sweat.

“I’m ready to keep my promise,” Blitz growled seductively as he slipped his knee between Striker’s legs.

“Holy F-Fuck! Blitz!” Striker cursed as the entire scenario made him get hard a little too fast, it was almost painful.

“Ha-ha, I’ll show you how much stamina my new bod has,” Blitz chuckled right before leaning in to deeply kiss Striker.  

[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to the other members not liking their s/o (part 2)

❦ Genre: Fluff, a tiny bit of angst.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 3K7.

❦ Requested: Omg yes lol, thank you! 🦋

❦ A/N Note: ⚠️Since I took an eternity to post it, I advice to read the first part again (or for the first time)! Thank you for liking the 1st one tho! hehe

HONGJOONG

It's been 3 weeks since your altercation with the boys. You didn't talk to your boyfriend yet and he was really sad. He was trying to call you every day at least once, but your phone rang one time and the voicemail welcomed him. You were the only one he wanted to talk with right now. And he wanted to fix this situation as well. "Hyung, do you want to play with-" started San, handing the console remote to him. Still angry at them, he didn't bother to glance or reply neither. He just slammed the door's room loudly. "Us." Finished San. "He's still mad." Declared Yeosang. "Congrats Genius. You found this deduction by yourself?" Asked San, ironically. Yeosang ignored his comment and took his phone. "Where's Y/N working already?" "I don't know. In a café or something." "Where?" "Itaewon." "Okay then put some pants on." "What? Why?" "Wow Sherlock." Replied Yeosang in the same tone San used later. "We are going to apologize to her. Hongjoong was obviously happier with her." "And he didn't have this serial killer look." "Let's go." Claimed Yeosang.

The 2 boys entered at least 16 cafés to find where you were working. They were about to give up when San spotted you, cleaning a table under the terrace. "Y/N! Y/N!" Yelled San, running crazily. You thought that you were dreaming when you saw these 2. It almost felt unreal since they never gave you attention. "What is happening? Are you guys, okay?" "We are really sorry Y/N." They both bowed respectfully. "We had wrong assumptions about you. We are really ashamed of ourselves." Continued Yeosang. "You were not taking advantage of Hongjoong Hyung. But in fact, you made him happier." You felt bad to know that your boyfriend was sad because of this situation. "It's okay..." you smiled nervously. "I guess that you wanted to protect him." Yeosang and San nodded. They were really sorry. "Lift your head boys. We are fine now." "There's a last person you need to be fine with." Added Yeosang. San and you stared at him weirdly. He pointed at the other side of the street, where Hongjoong was smiling at the warming scene. San, completely unaware of this plan, whispered to Yeosang: "how did you planned this? And when?" "You know how long you take to put a pant on?" "Are you a genius?" "Why are you surprised?" Replied Yeosang. While they were talking about their strategy, you asked your manager, 15 minutes break and ran to your boyfriend. His arms were open, waiting for you. "Mission accomplished." Declared San happily. "Congrats Partner."

SEONGHWA

Just when the rest of the group entered the room, Seonghwa was waiting for them with a wide smile. "What is going on? And why are you smiling like that?" Asked Wooyoung. "Yeah. It's scary." Whispered San. "Well boys..." he started. "We have a guest tonight." "A guest? Your mom?" Hongjoong freaked out a bit. Judging that it was the best moment to appear, you came out of the kitchen, an awkward smile on your face. "Hello." You waved nervously. You saw all of their faces darkened at the moment they saw you. "What is she doing here Hyung?" Asked Jongho. "She came here to talk and to arrange the situation." Replied Seonghwa. "But who said that we wanted to talk to her?" Sighed Mingi. "Guys." You tried to interpose, but Seonghwa stopped you. "Let's talk comfortably in the kitchen." He smiled. Even if the boys were reticent, they walked one by one to the kitchen. All of them, taking an empty seat, except San who decided to seat on the counter. Seonghwa and you sat at the end of the table like 2 serial killers waiting for the justice. "I wanted to know why you hate Y/N so much." Started Seonghwa. "I'm sorry if I did something bad." You apologized. "But I would appreciate if you were honest with me instead of being so cold." "How are we supposed to act with you when we know you are just taking advantage of him?" Asked Hongjoong. Seonghwa raised a brow, "taking advantage of me?" "Yeah. She appeared right when we were rising in the charts and stuff like that." You stared at Seonghwa, who was still looking at you. You both busted in laughter. "They thought you were the one asking me out." Laughed Seonghwa. All the boys were confused. "I was the one insisting to date her. I was practically stalking her." "Creep." You whispered. "She had like no interest in me." "Yeah. Zero. Nothing. Nada. Rien. Nieten. Que Tchi. Walou.*" You added. "Hey." "Sorry." "So, you are telling us that we were wrong since-" "The beginning." "She was my prey. And I was the hunter." Smirked your boyfriend. "Seems like we had a misunderstood." Admitted Hongjoong. "Yeah. Seems like." "Can you be friendly with Y/N now?" They all nodded and apologized once again. "Cool! Now should we goo at the restaurant?" "Heck yeah! I could eat a whole bear!" Claimed Yunho. "Babe, do you want to come?" "Yeah sure." You finally accepted, not scared anymore to ruin the mood.

*Nada, Rien, Nieten, Que tchi, Walou: expression to say “nothing” in severals languages.

YUNHO

Your boyfriend was feeling down. He was working for his first k-dramas. he should be happy and in a good mood. But instead, he was simply acting well in front of the cameras and was almost depressed backstage. It wasn't right and you didn't like this at all. The rest of the members were trying to talk to him. In vain, he was simply ignoring them or spending most of the time at your apartment. This behavior would not help to solve this situation. Removing all of your bad thoughts, you planned a quick visit to the other members; especially Mingi and Wooyoung. ["What are you doing today babe?"] You sent a text to your boyfriend, praying that his schedule hasn't changed. ["I'm filming. My break is over in 10 minutes :(. Do you miss me?"] He replied. ["Always haha. Have fun filming too."] Now that you were sure that Yunho won't interfere in your plan, you paid your taxi and get straight to the building. You decided to use the stairs so you wouldn't have more time to think of a strategy. Just right when you entered the hallway, Wooyoung and Mingi were closing the door. For a quick second, the thought of running away settled in your mind. But Yunho's health and spirit were the most important things right now. "Hi." You greeted them. "Hello?" Started Mingi. "Yunho isn't there, he's-" "I came to talk with both of you actually." You said. "Yunho explained what happened 2 weeks ago." "Yeah sure." Growled Wooyoung. "I think it would be easier for us to get along if you tell me what is going on. What did I do wrong?" You asked. "We know you with another guy." Declared Mingi. "And you seemed close enough to hug for at least 2 long minutes." "Listen Y/N, we just don't want Yunho to suffer so we didn't tell him yet that you were seeing someone else." "Are you talking about this tall guy, with a lot of tattoos?" You raised a brow. They both nodded, reminding exactly every detail. "That's my cousin. He moved in Mexico. For his work. So yeah." You sighed. "I hug my family." Wooyoung and Mingi were looking at you dumbly. "Well... what a useless situation." You admitted. Wooyoung ran his hand through his hair and stepped forward you. "I guess you deserve apologies." "Instead of this, can we make a deal?" You offered. "Sure." "Let's get along." You handed both of your hands to each of them." "Deal." Mingi shook your hand, quickly followed by Wooyoung. Before leaving, you asked one last thing.

["Guess who's going to have a dinner with us tomorrow?"] Yunho instantly called you, wondering how you managed to take a selfie with his friends. ["I'm so happy that I could combust right now! How you managed to do this!"] ["Anything for my man!"]

YEOSANG

"Yeosang wait!" You followed him in the hallway. "I want to be alone for now." He replied, opening an empty backstage room. "But you just can't run away like that!" You held his wrist. "Y/N." "We can fix this. Or just at least try to live without them hating me." "I do not think they are ready to do that." Yeosang gently pushed your hand and entered the dark room. Before you could say anything else, he slammed the door in front of you. A quick and loud noise made you realize that he locked the door. Knowing that being loud or begging your boyfriend to open wouldn't help, you decided to fix the problem by yourself. "Okay! If you prefer to stay here and hide, then FINE! I'll handle it!" You gave a quick kick on the door and walked back on your previous step. "What a baby..." Without knocking, you opened ATEEZ' backstage room. They were all gathered around Hongjoong, probably claiming how much they hate you. "I have many things to say guys." You started. "And one by one." They were all looking at you as an alien who just came from another planet. "I'll start by you Kim Hongjoong! As a leader, you should be comprehensive and try to fix things which could hurt any members!" "Y-Y/N." "And you Park Seonghwa! Yeosang told me that you were the nicest here, but I only saw a rude and cold guy! I'm really disappointed." "Please-" "Yunho and Mingi." You sighed, putting your hands over your hips. "You were the first one who were nice with me. But something made you change your mind and you both kept hurting my feeling. Especially when you leave every room I enter." You said angrily. Both of them bent their head, feeling guilty. "Oh, and this trio!" You pointed at San, Wooyoung and Jongho. "I would appreciate if you could stop looking at me like you are looking at a trash. Surprise! It hurts my feelings too! Because YEAH! I have feelings!" You almost screamed. "So, tell me NOW, why you hate me so DAMN MUCH?!" A long silence settled after your monologue. The boys were looking at each other, waiting for one to talk. Hongjoong as a good leader, stepped forward. "We are sorry Y/N." They all bowed to you. You had no idea that your words would affect them that much. "Ah... Huh-Okay." You scratched your arm. "After Yeosang quick departure, we talked a bit about our behavior, and we concluded that we have zero reason to dislike you." Explained Hongjoong. "Let's trying to get along." Said Hongjoong. "For Yeosang." You accepted. "It might be hard for us because you were really not into our heart." Added Seonghwa. "Yeah, don't worry y'all made it clear." "But if you are important to Yeosang, then you are important for us." He said, smiling warmly. "Thank you. I truly appreciate that." You bowed back politely. "Now we just need to get Yeosang out of the room."

SAN

Seongwa entered the kitchen. He was surprised to see San and Wooyoung actually sitting at the same table. San was eating his cereal and Wooyoung was scrolling on his phone. It almost felt like a random and good day. Until Seonghwa asked: "You are finally getting along again? It's a good thing!" San sighed, "why should I get alone with this guy?" "Oh no..." "Just ignore me like you used to do. I'm fine with it." Said Wooyoung, rolling his eyes. "Okay, I should have stayed quiet." Whispered Seonghwa. "Exactly like him. He should have shut his mouth." Replied San, leaving the room, bowl in his hand. "I said that to help you!" He shouted. "Jung Wooyoung." Called Seonghwa seriously. "You should fix it." "Me? Why? It's him which was dating this girl! And you weren't liking her too, right?" "Yeah, but have you seen San these days? He's barely smiling or talking to us." He replied. "You need to fix this. And today." "Today?! Hyung! Come on." Growled Wooyooung. "Not my problem." Honestly, this task wasn't helping Wooyoung to like you, but he needed to do or at least try something for his friend.

That's why, now, he was waiting at the restaurant next to your college. You said that you would show up, but he wasn't sure about that. Until, you sat, in front of him. "Hello?" He greeted you. "Hi." "Okay... I'll be totally sincere and straightforward with you." "As you always do." Wooyoung was surprised by your attitude. But in a good way. "I don't like you because I'm pretty sure you take advantage of my friend." You sneered. "How many times do I need to tell you that I don't give- that I don't care about his career." "What if he was an employee or a technician?" Asked Wooyoung. "Do you date people for their image? I'm not like that. I don't date him because he's an idol. I just love him. For his personality, his kindness. Everything that made San, our San." "You love him?" Said Wooyoung, surprised. "Yeah, of course I do." I thought it wasn't serious at all yet." "Well maybe if you tried to talk more and sooner with him or me, you'll know." "If you us to get along, you should be nicer." "And you, less rude." Wooyoung rubbed his forehead. You were stubborn as him. "How can we get along?" "Are you free right now?" "Huh, yeah?" "Cool. Let's hanging out without beating each other." You offered. "A-Are you sure it's a good idea?" He asked, not convinced. "Well, San, always says that people get closer around-" "A good meal." Finished Wooyoung. "Cool then let me call the waiter." You paused. "But you pay." "Argh... this woman." Sighed Wooyoung.

MINGI

Hongjoong sighed when he saw Mingi, eyes glued on his phone. It's been 2 weeks and still no sign of you. You declined all of his calls, ignored his messages even on social media and obviously you were not sleeping in your apartment anymore. "Mingi, your view is going to be terrible if you don't leave this damn phone." Scolded Hongjoong. The tall boy gave him a dark look. "My view would be fine if you've learned Y/N better. Instead of judging her." Seonghwa growled next do the leader. "Here we go again." Mingi rolled his eyes, still pissed by this behavior. "Yeah, here we go again." He repeated. "It will be like that until Y/N accept to talk to me again. Or just listen to me." "Why does it matter so much?" Asked Seonghwa. "Because she's the one. Why? I don't know. I just feel it. She's the only one I need." Hongjoong and Seonghwa exchanged a quick, guilty glance. "Y'all decided that she wasn't made for me because of a stupid "instinct". Mingi air quoted. "We are trying to help you. We know how sensitive you are." Declared Hongjoong. "Then why do you need to put me in this situation? You are the only ones who are hurting me right now." He finished, plopping angrily on the sofa. The 2 boys remained quiet for a second, looking at each other. Finally, Seonghwa asked: "Okay so how can we help you?" Mingi smirked, when he finally heard those magical worlds. It was exactly what he wanted since these past weeks. "Okay call everyone here." He ordered.

You were sadly applying your night cream on your face. Since your break-up with Mingi, your skin decided to be terrible dry and itchy. You were the worst. Tired of this situation, you buried your face on your arms. You shivered a little when your forehead touched the cold surface. "It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby I think I wanna marry you!"* You didn't need to hear it twice to recognize Mingi's voice. Not believing that he did something like this, you rushed to the window. At your big surprise, he wasn't alone. The other members were there too: Hongjoong was holding the phone and speaker, while the rest of the group was holding a sheet of paper saying, "Can you forgive us?" But Yeosang was holding the quote mark in the wrong side. "Song Mingi! Are you crazy!" "Crazy of you!" The members gagged behind him. "We all want to apologize for treating you this way." Claimed Yunho, louder than the music. You were affected by this effort. They all realized that you were not a bad person. "If you accept our apologies than come here so we can have a discussion." Declared Seonghwa, speaking for the whole group. "Got it, I'm coming. Do y'all need snacks?" They all yelled and shouted an incredible about of snacks' brands in only few seconds. Mingi winked at you. Your kindness got them. And food too.

*Song reference: Marry You by Bruno Mars.

WOOYOUNG

Your roommate entered the library again. She couldn't help but to let out a quick sigh when she saw you: your head buried behind a ton of books, which didn't seem interesting. "You didn't move since I left this morning." She sat in front of you. "I need to pass this exam." "You could have at least answered to your phone. I wanted to have a lunch with you." "I forgot my phone." You shrugged. "Did you really forget your phone?" She raised a brow. "Or you made sure to let it on your bed? To avoid texting Wooyoung?" "Study is the only thing that keep me away from my problems." You sighed. "You should confront your problems." Advised your roommate. "I can't. Nobody can force someone to like them." "It's not true. You can do it." She replied. "Meg...." you rubbed your nose. "Even if I want to. I can't." Your roommate opened her mouth to prove you the opposite, but finally she decided to stay quiet and open her books instead. This silence lasted only 30 minutes before someone tapped your shoulders. "Ye- Yunho?!" You freaked out. "Hi." He scratched his head, embarrassed. "Is everything okay? Wooyoung is sick? And how did you manage to find me?" "I'll let you talk in peace. I have my science lesson anyway." Said Megan, burying her books in her bag, before leaving." "See you later Y/N." "Is everything okay?" You repeated. "Yeah, don't worry. Wooyoung is fine." You sighed in relief. "Fine but sad though. He's missing you." "I do too but... I don't want to interfere with his career. I got it. It's important for you and the rest of the members as well." You claimed, sadly. "It is. But we only thought about the group and our success." He added. "It's a complete selfish behavior." "It's okay." You smiled nervously. "You wanted the best for the group." "I can understand if you don't want to forgive us, but we are truly sorry." "For Wooyoung, we should try to get along. And to find the right way to move on." Yunho nodded, happy that you didn't plan a revenge. "So... you are the one who decided to come here? So brave." "Hm... honestly, we are all here except Wooyoung. But I'm the only one who succeeded to jump the gate. "W-Who what?" "If you hear security guard running here than we should run too." "The heck-"

JONGHO

"I can't believe we hide ourselves for 3 hours now." You complained, shoving your hand in a pack of candies. "What do you want to do? Confront them?" You raised a brow, "yeah! We should." "Come on Y/N, we don't even know why they don't like you." "That's why we should open the door, enter the living-room and ask all of them." Jongho sighed, "Y/N." "Jongho." A long eye-contact battle started between both of you. The one who is going to blink will be the winner. "I won't give up." You said. "And I won't give up too." Your eyes started to feel dry and itchy when a loud knock resonated in the whole room. "Jongho, Y/N. Come in the living room please." Requested Yunho." Jongho got out of the bed the first one, you simply followed him. The room was just next to the living-room, but it felt so long at the same time. Your boyfriend gulped and your hands became moist. "We are coming Hyung." Jongho got out of the bed the first one, you simply followed him. The room was just next to the living-room, but it felt so long at the same time. "Why do you want to talk about?" Asked Hongjoong, sitting next to the coffee table. "You asked if we had a particular hate toward Y/N." Replied San. "And yeah, a bit." "At least that's straightforward." You whispered. "Can I know why?" "Well, you made Jongho cry just after 5 days of relationship." The maknae facepalmed and blushed at the same time. "I what? You cried?!" You looked at your boyfriend shocked. "Yeah... it was our first argument. You were really really really mad, and I was so nervous! I was having a mental breakdown and it just happened." He explained. "Only 5 days of relationship." Repeated Yeosang. "So how he would be after 2 years? Depressed?" "Argh no! Of course not. And that's not my intention." You tried to justify yourself. "And an argument is normal for a couple..." "Even after 5 days?" "Seonghwa Hyung..." whispered Jongho. "Yes, it is!" You raised your voice. "You'll understand when you'll get someone in your life." "Y/N." Called Jongho. "I really like Jongho. I don't want to hurt him." You started. "Yes, we have arguments, yes, we cry, yes we ghost each other for few hours or even days. BUT! We will always be going through it." You held Jongho's hand in yours. "Right?" He nodded, completely agreeing with you. "So... I know y'all won’t change your mind instantly, but I'm ready to wait that you give me a chance." You stood up. "here are you going?" Asked Jongho. "Going back home. Maybe you should have a talk with them. "Yeah. We need to gather and explain this situation." Acquiesced Jongho. "See." You winked. "I'll come back tomorrow don't worry." "Okay then." "Thank you for having a talk with us." You thanked the boys. "I really hope you can see me as someone who only wants Jongho's happiness." "We do." Smiled Wooyoung.

[writingsfromhome]

Crystal Clear

A/N: Here’s some fluff, friends to lovers I’ve had going on while I work on something bigger :))

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“Y/N,” a strange man calls my name. I look him up and down but I don’t think I know him.

“Who’s asking?”

“Y/N, it’s me? Harry.”

“Oh,” I laugh and greet him how I would have if I’d recognized him under all those layers, in a great big hug. “Your disguise is brilliant!”

“It’s not a disguise,” he says into his coat. “It’s bloody cold here.”

“Coldest day so far,” I accept the hot chocolate from the vendor and ask him for another, Harry could use one, poor thing. His plans this week were changed last minute, and since he was in New York City where his best childhood friend lived, he decided to actually hang out with me. Ever since he got famous, it was hard to catch time with him.

“Did the cold freeze all the English out of you? You’re not even wearing mittens,” Harry accepts his own cup from the vendor.

“I’m got them in my pocket,” I point to the bulge on the side of my coat as we step aside and make our way deeper into the winter festival that was at Bryant Park. “Don’t insult me, I can still make a better cup of tea than you ever could.”

“There she is,” I hear the smile in Harry’s voice more than I see it. It truly was ridiculous--not only was he wearing the thickest parka I’d ever seen, he also had on a beanie and a scarf, as well as knit gloves that held tightly to his hot chocolate.

“I’m always here, you’re just too busy to see me.”

“Not this again,” he groans. I was always giving him grief every time he touched down to NYC but didn’t pop by for a visit. I knew he had a hectic schedule, and even though I wasn’t that bothered I still liked to tease him.

“It’s true, you come to the city so often but I see you once a year. And maybe again when I’m in London if I get lucky.”

“I’m busy Y/N, I talk to you all the time!”

“I know,” I elbow him. “I just like to rile you up.”

“Well now that you’ve got that out of your system,” he tugs my hat over my eyes. “Where are we going next?”

I push it back up, “I thought we could just wander the shops, then get on the skating rink if you’re not frozen to death.”

“Alright I’ve got to pick some gifts up anyway let’s see what’s here.”

We make a good team as we visit stands selling ornaments and kitschy decor, handmade gifts, and hot cider. We sift through exactly what we might want, or what the other’s looking for. And with the light dusting of snow coming down, and the bright lights strung around the Park, it was like walking in a Christmas movie.

“Look at this,” I point ahead. We’d nearly visited all the stands and holiday shops but a festive psychic advertises their services in a small glass booth. “Should we?”

“It’s a waste of money,” Harry scoffs. “She’s just going to read your body language.”

“She might be the real deal-”

“You can’t be serious-”

“C’mon!” I tug his gloves hand and it takes a few but he stumbles towards me. It’s slightly warmer inside and I notice the space heater running in the corner. “At least it’s warm” I whisper to Harry.

“You really want to do this?” He asks one last time.

“It’s just $10-”

“$20 for the two,” the woman almost shifts out of the wall and I hide my jump with a laugh. There’s a curtain behind her, I realize, she must have stepped out.

“It’s just me,” I clarify.

She eyes Harry and Harry eyes her back. “You look familiar.”

“Just have that face,” he shrugs, burrowing into his scarf. “I’m just here to watch.”

She stares at him a moment longer before settling at the small table. I flash Harry a smile before sitting down myself, setting my bags onto the floor.

“Palm reading, cards, what will it be dear?” The psychic asks. I remember the sign out front said cards would be more than having my palm read so I opt for the cheaper option.

“Hm,” she says thoughtfully as she traces the lines on my palm. I wriggle my eyebrows at Harry and he rolls his eyes, but he stays watching her like a hawk. It was cute how overprotective he got sometimes. The psychic glances up to catch him watching her, she then glances at me and tilts her head.

“I see longevity, in life and love, a few bumps but you’re a strong persistent woman.”

Harry grumbles behind me and I resist the urge to say something to him.

“I see success after hard, hard work. But a big success that will change the course of your career.”

“Wow, how soon?” I ask.

“Mmm, after a big milestone. Turning 30?” she continues to examine my hand. “I see a second life later in life, with kids...just one no maybe two children.”

“How about her love life?” Harry asks. “Her last love s’not too nice.”

“Seriously Harry?” I turn to glare this time. He’s grinning with flushed cheeks, knowing it was a sore spot he liked to say i told you so to. It was true, he had told me so about my 3 year relationship but I’d ignored him.

“Your love life,’ the woman speaks up. “Shows me two great loves. One cuts short, the other is as long as your life line.”

“Ooh,” I lean in, interested. “I think I know about the one that was cut short. Tell me about the second!”

“This second...” she traces my palm and I feel a tingle. “This second love is very close, a bit rocky but it will last.”

“A bit rocky?”

“Hm,” she chews her bottom lip. “Time, distance...it will make it rocky. But it lasts.”

“So how close is close?” I ask eagerly.

“Close,” she says with a smile that tells me I wasn’t getting anything else out of her.

“That’s a bit vague isn’t it?” Harry pipes up from the back.

“The future isn’t always crystal clear,” she says without looking up at him.

“Lay off,” I scold him.

“It’s okay, I get nonbelievers all the time.” She laughs. “That will be $10 dear.” When I hand her the bill she stops me as she takes it. “A little free advice?”

“Sure.” I pick up the bags I placed on the floor earlier.

"Don’t be so focused on the life you want that you don’t see the life you have around you.”

“I’ve actually told her that before,” Harry decides we want more of his unsolicited opinions. “Maybe there is something true to all of this.”

“Thanks,” I pocket her words for later. Harry was right, he’d said something along those lines to me before, especially when it came to giving up control and going with the flow on trips and events with him. I always declined his offers, we lived a modest life growing up and accepting these gifts from him always felt so excessive. I wanted to make my own way in the world, but Harry always had something to say. “And sorry for his attitude, he’s not always this rude.”

“Yeah,” Harry shifts forward. “I didn’t mean anything by it, I’m a lot nicer usually.”

“I know,” she smiles.

“She’s psychic,” I remind him.

“I’m also online,” she laughs. “Can I get a picture?”

Harry eyes me, before going in for a selfie with her. I know he usually didn’t mind getting asked in smaller settings but he’d admitted it was something he was still getting used to. It had been a couple years since he became so famous, in such a short amount of time I went from being able to go down to a local pub with my best friend to schedules and security details and a whole other list of complications. Sometimes I hated it, mostly I was happy for him.

“Another day, another fan.” I tell Harry after we walk away from the psychic and he flips me off. “Should we get something to eat and get out of the cold?”

“God yes,” Harry shivers. “Can we just go to yours?”

“Let’s go,” I loop my arm through Harry’s.

Harry wants instant warmth so he hails a cab and we pick up takeout once we reach my neighbourhood. Harry had been here a few times, my roommate had gotten used to the fact that I was best friends with him, and sometimes he preferred to stay here when he wanted to be anonymous. Paparazzi sometimes crowded outside his hotel when word leaked he was there.

We eat ourselves into a food coma and Harry decides to stay the night, not wanting to face the cold again. Since our living room couch sprained his neck the only time he’d slept there, he usually crashed in my bed. His head barely hits the pillow before he’s snoring, I guess the jet lag finally caught up.

***

I jerk out of sleep, a crashing noise followed by swearing catches my attention.

“I think your roommate dropped something,” I hear from beside me. I turn my face to get a facefull of Harry’s thigh tattoos.

“Y’think?” I croak and shift backwards to see his face. He’s sitting up in bed and scrolling through his phone.

“Guess which psychic is officially internet-famous?” Harry asks dryly.

“Hm?” I’m still calming my heart from waking up so suddenly so it takes a moment to register Harry’s words. “What?”

He shoves his phone in my face, the selfie he took with the psychic yesterday is posted on social media with over half a million likes. He swipes away and a lot of his tag is filled with news outlets and fan accounts spamming the picture. He pulls it back to read a heading: “Harry Styles visits Psychic for ideas on his next album. There’s also Harry Styles rumored to be connected to the Occult...I don’t know what that means. Psychic tells all on Harry Styles reading.”

“How did that picture circulate?” I rub my eyes and sit up beside him. “And where is all of this coming from?”

“She has a Twitter, and she posted the picture.” He shows me, it’s there with the caption A handsome face showed up to my booth at the Bryant Park Market tonight. Get your future told, 5pm to 9pm 7 days a week.

I can’t help but laugh, she was a business woman and she really took the opportunity to sell her service.

“It’s not funny Y/N,” Harry looks furious so I cover my mouth and squint at his screen as he scrolls. A ton of people are responding asking about his future or what he came there for. Amongst them, she responds to only one person: His love life was involved.

My jaw drops, “That’s such a lie! She read me my love life, and life lines!”

“I told you she was a fraud,” Harry jerks the phone back to him.

“She lied for sales, but doesn’t mean she didn’t tell the truth yesterday.”

“If she lied about this she lied about it all and you wasted $10. She only talked about your love life, not mine...”

I remember her words, my second love was very close...could she have meant...

I glance at Harry and he seemed to have followed the same train of thought because we lock eyes, his probably just as wide as mine.

“D’you think?” he says just as I say “Was she...?”

We immediately burst out laughing as the tension comes to a head and bubbles over in a safe trickle.

“Is that what she was trying to say?” I say when I’ve finally caught my breath, my stomach hurt from laughing this hard.

“I guess when she said close she meant close,” Harry’s flat on his back from laughing. “Quite literal.”

“And you were calling her out on being so vague.”

“I’ve got to give it to her,” he shuts his phone off and throws it onto the covers between us, releasing the annoyance. “She’s a good businesswoman.”

“I was thinking the same thing but I thought you might kill me if I said that,” I admit.

We lay on the rumpled covers in silence, I think about everything else she said. The potential of it all is tarnished by the idea of Harry being my second love, for life. It was so ridiculous, unless by love she meant the way I love him now. As my best friend. Our lives were so different, there was no way it could ever work. Not to mention...he was my best friend since forever.

“Have you ever thought about it?” Harry asks out of the blue.

“Thought about what?” I prop myself on my elbow.

“Us, like...the way she predicted?”

“Together together?” I can’t help but laugh. “No never, you’re my best friend!” I recognize the flash of hurt so I backtrack a little. “No offense Harry, I love you but could you imagine?”

“I have,” he says it so quietly as I lay back down. “What?” I ask. He shrugs, “I’m surprised you haven’t. We’ve been friends since...we were 7. You’re saying you never thought about it?”

“No,” I shake my head. “Actually I haven’t. When...what did you think about?”

“I dunno,” he fiddles with his rings. “Like for school dances, when I didn’t have a date I thought about asking you as more than a friend...thought about where that could lead. Or every time you had your heart broke. I wanted to take the pain away and just show you what you deserved.”

“Harry I...” it was sweet, what he was saying. But he never gave a single clue about it the entire time we grew up. He was always chasing girls who looked nothing like me, so I always thought that’s what his type was. Never did I think about anything more with him.

“Not-not recently though,” he forces a laugh. “Just when we were kids.”

“That’s sweet Harry. I had no idea.”

He shrugs, and sits up.

“No seriously I...that’s so sweet. But just so you know, you have shown me what a good man can be. Just by being the best friend ever.”

“Aw,” he swipes my cheek as he gets up. “That’s cute. I don’t know if I’ve done such a good job when you’ve only dated knobs.”

I could recognize his defense mechanism--turning it into a big joke. But he leaves the room before I can call him out and I’m left sitting in the mess of what he’d just told me. It’s not that it was awkward or a bad thing, but suddenly it felt tense and the tension triggered an anxious feeling in my chest.

I decide to get out of my room and find my roommate cleaning up the remains of her broken mug. I offer to clean the spill as she dresses to go out for her run. Helping her distracts me, and when I hear Harry leave the bathroom I lock myself in, and try some breathing exercises to clear the anxiety creeping up. When I realize I was trying to avoid Harry, I scold myself. This was ridiculous and funny! Harry wanted to ask me out when we were kids, it was cute, and that was it. The psychic was a fake anyway, nothing she said meant anything.

I head back to my room where Harry’s made the bed. I change into trousers and my favourite fisherman sweater, and find him having coffee at our small kitchen table with his phone on speaker as he talks to someone. His legs barely fit underneath, so they’re sprawled to the side. He’s still shirtless, and my attention snags on his torso.

I shake myself out of my thoughts as I bump into the kitchen island, and glance up to see that although he was talking to the person on the phone, his eyes had been on me...while my eyes were on his abs. Oh god, I cringe. I try to act casual, mouthing if he wanted breakfast but he shakes his head and points to the call he’s having.

I make myself a toast and try to ignore what just happened but it only adds to the tension from this morning. When he gets off his call he brings his cup up to the sink.

“I think I need another cup.”

“Be my guest,” I move aside. “You sure you don’t want breakfast?”

“Are you going to feed me avocado flax seed quinoa toast?” he teases.

“There’s no quinoa.” I correct, crossing my arms. “But...yes.”

“I’ll take this banana,” he holds the lone banana on the counter. “I’ve got to be in East Harlem by noon, that’s what the call was about.”

“Aw,” I hated saying goodbye. “Are you busy the rest of your stay?”

“I can make it back here,” he says.

“Do whatever you need to do,” I say. “I’m used to being discarded after you hang out with me in the city.”

“I don’t do that!” he reaches behind me to slot his cup in and set the machine to grind his beans. I can smell my shampoo on him, he must’ve showered. “If you want me back, you can just say that.”

The morning sunlight streaming through the kitchen window leaves no room for shadows; the shift in the mood is clear as the daylight streaming in. Or maybe I was reading too much into his words.

“I always want you back,” I look up to his height now that he’s standing so close, and the kitchen tightens further.

We’re stuck in a tableau; with my back against the fridge looking up at him as he gazes down with a curious expression. My mind grows blank the longer I stare. No one says a word, the sound of beans grinding the only noise in the kitchen.

My best friend in the whole world looks torn standing in front of me like this, and as my senses slowly rush back I realize that even if my expression doesn’t show it...I was torn. Because out of nowhere, all I can think about are all the questions I ever shoved away in the dark: what would it feel like if I kissed him right now? And what would have happened to us if he had asked me out to our school dance? Would we still be best friends? Would we have cut each other out? How many universes were we still good together like this? How many universes were we good together as more than this?

An urge to touch his face, make sure this was real, takes over me. But as soon as my fingers brush his cheek he snaps out of his trance and stumbles back like I’d burned him.

He forces a laugh. “I really do need that coffee.”

“Right,” I turn to the machine to put the grinds into their slot but I yank too hard and the freshly ground coffee flies out towards me. “Shit!”

“What happ-” Harry takes one look at what’s happened and turns away, his shoulders shaking.

“I can see you right in front of me laughing!” I shout. “Help me!”

“It’s all over you Y/N,” he turns around, tears in his eyes. “Give me this, I’ll put it far away from you.” He takes the remaining grinds and sets it down. I brush away what’s closest to my eyes so I can see and try to shake it off my sweater but they stick to the fibers of the knit.

“Great,” I grumble. “This is dry clean only.”

“It’s in your hair,” he runs his fingers through the strands that hang over my shoulder. I shake my head to dislodge the grinds; his fingers brush my neck away and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Uhm, that should be most of it.”

“It’s not out of this sweater,” I pout. “Screw dry clean, why did I think I could buy dry cleaning clothes?”

“I can drop it off on the way out today?” he offers.

“That means you’re coming back to drop it off to me?!” I ask hopefully.

His expression softens, “Y/N I’m coming back to your flat. I promise.”

“He promises!” I shout. Even though things were a bit awkward this morning, I got to spend more time with my hard-to-catch best friend and for that I was over the moon.

“We could also try to vacuum the sweater?” Harry suggests.

“So you don’t have to come back with dry clean?” I tease. “I’m not letting you get out of your promise, let me give it to you before you change your mind.” I tug my top off and ball it up, shoving it in his hands. It falls to the floor when he doesn’t hold it.

“Hello?” I look up and he’s a deer in the headlights. “Harry...”

“I can’t do this right now,” he takes a step back. I get the sweater from the ground and hold it out to him again.

“Do you want to wipe the kitchen floor with the sweater too? Take it!” I sigh. “Harry are you really acting so chaste about seeing a girl in her bra?”

“It’s-” he decides to stop mid-word. “You’re not just any girl Y/N, I’ve already made it clear.”

Now it’s my turn to stare--he hadn’t made it clear. “You said you only felt something when you were younger...”

“And you believed me?”

I realize I didn’t, but I wanted to believe him so I hadn’t questioned it. “Well it’s not the first time you’ve seen me in a bra. Can you take the damn sweater?” 

“Yeah I can I’m just...” he seems to calm down a bit, enough to step towards me and take it. “I didn’t have to face this conflicted feeling in me if I didn’t see you often. I can just be the best friend. But now, with the whole psychic thing and you in--like this in your kitchen and I--I’m remembering how much I just want to...”

“Kiss me,” I say.

“Yeah...” he looks away.

“No, I’m telling you to kiss me.” I clarify. His expression would’ve made me laugh if my heart wasn’t beating so fast. I couldn’t believe I was being this impulsive.

“Really? You’re not just saying that cuz of this morning?”

“Fine,” I step out of his reach and cross my arms to hide my shaking hands. “If you don’t want to kiss me-”

He pulls me back too quickly and I bump into his chest. “I never said that.” He says in a tone I’d never heard from him before, it’s serious and sexy and it sends tingles through my body. I press myself up against him and he finally, finally, kisses me. Every bit of tension and anxiety the day had built up releases in the single moment his lips cover mine.

How had I waited this long?

The kiss is gentle, delicate like he’s still not entirely sure I want the same thing he does. I show him I do by using my tongue to open his mouth slowly and the hesitation disappears immediately. We’re a fighter jet taking off from there; I don’t know where I end and where he begins as he walks me to the kitchen island and lifts me onto it, our limbs tangling together, His hands roam down the side of my body, but he stays in the safe zones until I unclasp my bra.

“Oh hell no,” my roommate’s voice interrupts us from behind. I hold my bra close and turn. She stands at the entryway, shaking her head. “Not here. Not on our kitchen island. You two have a room literally 10 feet away...”

“Oops,” I say quietly which seems to set Harry off. My roommate is still shaking her head but I see the smile on her face. I’d caught her hooking up on multiple occasions so it wasn’t anything new. But I didn’t do this often. I jump down, apologizing to her. “Harry’s going to clean the coffee off the floor...I-I’ll find a shirt.”

“Mhm,” she closes her bedroom door and I look over at Harry who’s crouching on the floor in tears.

“This is all your fault!” I whisper but he tugs me down to where he is and holds my face as he kisses me.

“I know you two aren’t behind the island,” my roommate’s voice comes out again. I stay there as her footsteps move to the bathroom and the door closes behind her.

“I hate you,” I skirt out of his reach, and rush to my room yelling another sorry as I head back and find a top. Harry appears in my room as I put it on.

“I guess that was a good time for her to walk in on before it got too far?” he still has a stupid grin on his face.

“I don’t even want to think about it,” my cheeks were burning and even more so that Harry was elated.

“I’ve actually got to head out now.”

I pout but he kisses my pout instead. He promises he’ll be back in the evening and I let him go with one more kiss, my mind catching up with everything that just happened.

Oh my god.

***

It’s nearly 8 by the time I’m done running all my errands--taking holidays off for work was usually a good decision for me. I had a big family and picking up all the holiday bits before I flew back home was always a big job. I take an Uber home, I couldn’t handle a 40 minutes trip back home carrying everything home on the subway.

I call out to my roommate when I get in but she doesn’t respond. I check her door and it’s open and dark, the bathroom is also empty. She must have evening plans.

I open my door to a surprise. Harry is sprawled on my bed. He jerks awake when I settle my bags down.

“Y/N?” he squints as I turn the light on.

“How did you get in here?” I shrug my coat off.

“Y’roommate let me in before she left,” he rubs his eyes. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep...I had a whole thing planned.”

I’d gone over the whole morning during my errands, surprised and excited and nervous about this new step for us. But I continued to think about what the psychic said, our love lines extended alongside my life line. Even though there wasn’t much comfort or trust in a psychic who used a photo opp as a marketing opp, what she said had come true. And I put my faith in that, calming my nerves about this new step potentially ruining our friendship forever.

“Was that okay?” Harry sits up. “She didn’t think you’d mind.”

“Oh no that’s fine,” I unwrap my scarf and stand at the foot of my bed. “I really wasn’t sure if you were coming back.”

“Of course I would,” he reaches for my hand. “I wouldn’t leave you after this morning, I’m not that flighty.”

“Well we never really got to talk about it,” I say as I sit down. I’d texted him during the day but it never showed he read it, I wasn’t sure how to read into that; finding him passed out on my room meant he was probably on the go all day.

“Are you okay with this?” he says with such concern, I nearly tear up. This was making me way too emotional.

“I am,” I smile at my best friend in the whole world. “I just don’t want to go too fast.”

“We won’t,” he promises as he holds his arms out. I lean in towards his solid chest and he wraps his arms around me. I feel his breath on my cheek, then his lips in my hair. “I’m yours for eternity Y/N, we can take it as slow or fast as you want.”

It was a good thing to say, and I believe him entirely.

We eventually untangle ourselves to get food in us, and even though things are different, they’re also not. We still pick out the same parts of our food to give the other person, we still talk the same shit and laugh at the same jokes. But his hands grasps mine and his thumb brushes over my knuckles absentmindedly. His eyes stay steady on me as I talk like I’m someone new he’s exploring. We kiss after dinner, but we also load the dishwasher and laugh about the one time I’d managed to burn soup from a can. Eventually we end in my bedroom, where we lay together, our conversation growing quieter by the minute, the space between us growing smaller.

And even though we’d slept like this a hundred times before, it’s different now. I can feel it in every atom of my being, I was his and he was mine. And I don’t know how long it’s been like this for it to feel so easy, but accepting it was a no brainer, like accepting the sky was blue or the sun was hot. I remember the advice the psychic gave, I was following it: living the life I had around me even though it wasn’t the life I thought I would have.

There were a million things Harry and I had to figure out to make this work--I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. But I did know that it was right, it was true, and it was going to be forever.

The future may not be crystal clear, but my future with this man was.

[wizkiddx]

Please I request you and Tom Holland being the sort of ‘it/star couple’ and being really popular in the media and fans

Req if you want?🤪 + I’d love any feedback/tips <3

Sorry I changed this a bit just cos tom rn seems the opposite of being that public and I have 0 imagination, hope this is still okay!

Summary: Tomhollandxactress!reader - as the two of you go on your first public and official event, Tom cant help but show everyone how enamoured he is by you

The fallout of from yesterdays ceremony was definitely not what either of you had expected. Having stirred from sleep before your boyfriend, naturally you’d killed the morning flicking through your phone. As much as you normally tried to avoid the tabloids and twitter, especially after you released your relationship to the world, having had a bunch of your friends actually sent you links to them - it would be rude not to have a quick scan. Especially because, for once, they seemed to be positive.

You see, it had always been the little things with Tom. Even when you had just been getting to know him, it was the small and unconscious actions that even he didn’t know he did. You always said Toms love language was physical - as much as he wanted to say that it was ‘words if affirmation’ or something else corny he’d read on buzzfeed (you’d got him addicted and now lived to regret it). That didn’t mean that he had to be clinging on to you, or excessive PDA or anything of the sort. It was more subtle which somehow made them more special to you. Now though, the whole world seemed to have picked up on it too.

This was the first event the two of you had actually attended together. As in together together. As in not hiding. You had been nominated for best actress; whilst Tom’s newest movie was up for a few accolades too - so fair to say it was a big night for Hollywoods newest couple. Naturally since your instagram post 3 weeks ago, the world was obsessed with you both. All the way in the car, you leg had actually been trembling with nerves - bouncing up and down in your silhettohe heels. In attempt to calm you, Tom bumped his knee against yours before reaching over to actually squeeze your thigh. 

“It’ll be fine you know?” You sighed shakily, turning your head to face Tom’s soft features. Both of you were dressed to the nines, you were in a glittery red chain-look scrappy dress; Tom in an all black suit, except the little pocket square of satin deep red - embellished with a single chain that came from your dress. Hopefully not too cliche but now the both of you were done with hiding - Tom seemed to want to just a little something. You hummed in response, searching the flicks of warm brown in his eyes with yours. 

“It’s just new and we haven’t encountered all the questions yet so I don’t know how to answer them and -”

“We’ll do them together and-and you can say no Y/n/n… you don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to.” Taking a long exhale, you hesitantly nodded, allowing a small smile to grow on your face. It was terrifying but you had this doting and angelic boy by your side. You’d get through any tough questions.

However it wasn’t actually the answers you spoke that evening that stuck in the public mind. 

When you’d first pulled up to the carpet, Tom instantly hopped out and rounded the car door to get to your side just as you swung your legs out toe doorway. After waving quickly at the screaming crowd, he looked down and offered up his hand to you - which you gladly accepted. The LA weather was beautiful, and the evening was just rolling into golden hour- the suns brilliant yellow-orange light bathing your body as you climbed out the car. 

The screaming used to be terrifying and although today was a little more nerve wracking than normal, you still could be nothing but appreciative for all these people showing up. In your head it was so bizarre that anyone would spend so much time and effort to meet you - really you were just normal person, and pretty boring one at that. Yet here you were in the most bizarre situation, there was nothing else to do but smile and wave. 

Just like that you went into the ‘celebrity mode’. The pair of you worked your way down the sides, smiling warmly for selfies and signing various posters and memorabilia. Really there was nothing to worry about, everyone there was nothing but lovely -  many fan girls squealing about how amazing you looked. Tom kept himself close by, occasionally hovering his hand against the small of your back just to reassure you he was there. 

Eventually you worked up to the press line, all of them calling your names with mics outstretched. The two of you approached the first in a long line, Tom taking the moment to just hook his pinky with yours (thinking no one else would notice) because this was clearly the more threatening part of the evening and he just knew you were feeling the anxieties all over again. 

“Tom and Y/n!!! Wow how are you guys doing?” Hence began the start of overenthusiastic small talk from the blonde interviewer. 

“I mean first I gotta ask you Tom…” She drew out the words, increasing the suspense somewhat, making Tom wiggle his brows “How insane does your girl look tonight?” 

“Oh well” Tom chuckled whilst you tried to shake off the embarrassment. He looked you up and down with the biggest smirk on his face. “It’s fair to say my woman looks absolutely breathtaking. She came out the room and I did a little excited dance before we left.” The interviewer laughed and you bumped into his side, rolling your eyes in a joking fashion- though to be fair it was completely true. The interviewer then asked you a couple questions that were a bit more serious, relating to the darker material of work you were nominated for. During it a random gust of wind flew down the carpet, shocking everyone a little - none more so that the minimal pins in the top of your hair, which did little to restrict its movement and instead was flying allover the place. Squealing a little, your trial of though momentarily broken, both yours and Tom’s hands went to pull the long locks back down into place. You thought nothing of it, Tom had developed this weird thing about wanting to do you hair weeks ago - but you weren’t to complain. Constantly during movie nights, he’s be running his fingers through your strands of hair; or even after a shower he’d learn to plait it whilst you did your skincare routine. Whispering a little thanks to him, Tom then reached down to squeeze your hand as the attention was turned back to yet another interview. 

The first article you clicked on was one that your best mate had texted you the link of. On opening it up, the title already made you scoff a little ‘Tom Holland single handedly restoring all hopes that men aren’t always trash’. What followed was 4 points. 

You ever struggled to get out a car in heels? Get yourself a Spiderman to help you up

Hand holding too much PDA? How about a pinky grip?

Oh and he’s trained himself to become a hairdresser when the wind picks up….

Accompanying each subheading was photos of each moment that as it had happened yesterday evening. Unable to help yourself, you kept looking between your phone screen and Tom - who was still fast asleep, his arm wrapped protectively round your middle.  The hair that had been so securely gelled back yesterday evening, now was falling over the front of his forehead and the sight was enough to give you that feeling in the centre of your chest. The dropping feeling as if you were jumping off the edge of a cliff - the adrenalin rush and heart in mouth moment. It had been 18 months you and Tom had been like this and he still gave you the most intense flutters - even if he was snoring. 

Managing to tear your eyes away from him, you scrolled to the last point of the article.

      4.  And yes we know this is cliche… but we swear we have never seen ‘heart eyes’ in reality more that this.

And there was a photo of you, probably chatting pure shit to the interviewer, paying absolutely no attention to a particular pair of brown eyes on you. It was the way the outer corner of his eyes dropped a little to normal position; the way the corner of his lips were turned up just enough to show the slight dimples on his cheeks. Tom’s face had literally been the definition of uwu and you could not suppress the teenage girl like giggle that burst out your chest. That was enough to rouse Tom with a heavy groan, as he pulled himself flush against your side releasing a deep breath.

“Mhmmm… you laughin at me?” He slurred, eyes still shut against your stomach as you stared to card your fingers through his curls. 

“Actually… I might just be” Smirking down at him, Tom yanked his his neck up, squinting at you with a scowl and barely open eyes. “You look so soft” laughing at his expression, you brought your hand out of his curls to smooth over his frown lines.

“ Don’t try and distract me… what you laughing at?” Still pouting, of course, the boy had never been a morning person

“Just… I think you’ve accidentally made us the new Hollywood ‘it’ couple.”