#lets get it together wifi pls

[yooniesim]

I would love for my wifi to start working again pls 🙇‍♂️

[vacayisland]

Could you do a John Dory x Retired Singer/Musician Reader? Pls and thank you

(I loved meet the wifie I fucking cackled at "imma beat his ass!")

@!; Oldies are always better. John Dory / Retired! Reader

"Tag List"! @writergal02 @chamille-trash @valvalentine69 @starzwithapen @ykvlanq @apieceofcathair3 @kitthefanfickat

ꨄ︎. You were a big alt-indie musician, making music that tended to have a little bit of everything; the funk and beat of the funk tribe and the techno tribe, the guitar riffs and drum solos from the rock tribe, some classical instruments as undertones, and pop-like lyrics and beats. All the while you also put your own spin on it. Music had always been an outlet for you, always allowed you to take what was in your head and thread it into sound for everyone to hear. Sometimes it was chaotic, sometimes it was mellow, and it always depended on your mood when writing, composing, and singing. It's usually was drew people to your music. It was down to Earth, yet also complex and simple at the same time. Those who wanted to dive into the meaning of your music and dissect it would find multiple layers, many undertones that all harmonized. Those who just wanted to vibe out to your music could do that as well.

ꨄ︎. When you had left your career behind, it wasn't because of anything bad. You left with one final song in which explained that you were stepping down to let the new generation to find their own flow, to let other people take the stage, to be able to sit back and enjoy everything that will come in the future. You were only around 24 when you put down your guitar for the final time for the public; But you never gave up music for good on your own. While you never published anything anymore, you kept writing and composing for yourself as it was truly your passion.

ꨄ︎. This is when JD found you, playing in a friend's cafe. You had caught his attention right away, so much so he didn't hear the waiter when he had asked for JD's order. He was honestly so captivated by you for a moment he wondered if you were some sort of siren. He soon realized, yeah no you weren't, you just were really, really good. And he needed your number, badly. And that sounded a little creepy, but when you see someone who's not only good looking but knows how to sing and play an instrument all in one? You don't miss that chance to talk them up, and JD was defiantly not missing his chance!

ꨄ︎. JD didn't see a ring on your finger, it was fair game for him. Luckily you hadn't been seeing anyone at the time, but you still gave him a reality check after he approached you as though he was the coolest guy on the planet; Introducing himself before using some sort of cheesy pick up line to get your number. "Hey, babe, my name is John Dory and you seem rather lonely. You know, I can fill that 'me' shaped hole in your heart if you give me your number!" And then he winked!? Your friend was flabbergasted. You thought he was really brave.

ꨄ︎. And you hate to admit that his stupid pick-up line (which didn't even seem like a pick-up line!) actually worked and he got your number. (And he would be so smug and proud about this fact for the rest of his life.)

ꨄ︎. You two talked for a few months before making anything official, and then you waited about a year or two before you two even thought about moving in together. Even so, by 6 months of dating you basically lived in Rhonda; Your stuff littered his home, you had your own set of clothes there, your own toothbrush, and even your own house slippers. Then when you moved in, it felt natural. It felt like this was where you were always meant to end up and somehow the planets aligned. And for some reason JD never noticed the fact you brought in an electric guitar, which also sat in your shared closet. Sometimes you wonder if he's just stupid or a little blind, because he's also seen your play.

ꨄ︎. Either way, one day when he was hoisting his brothers over (after the whole Floyd situation got resolved, and god you were kind of glad you were staying with friends during all of that; not because you didn't like his brothers but because you didn't think you could handle meeting his family during that whole situation.) when they heard you playing your guitar in the bedroom. You weren't doing anything fancy, mostly tuning the guitar and making sure the strings didn't need to be replaced. But, of course, that always had to include one of your most iconic guitar riffs from a song about fighting your crushing mentality during the lowest part of your career. "Holy shit dude, I didn't know your lover listened to (Y/N)!" Branch would be the first to comment, being the most diverse music listener in the family. Floyd, who had been distracted by the riff, perked up at the conversation and nodded in agreement. JD only gave them a confused look, leaning against his kitchen counter, "Dude, my lover is (Y/N)?" And JD wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't all four of his brothers stopping and staring at him completely baffled. Mostly Floyd and Branch, who soon yelled a rather loud, "WHAT?!" "What?!" Which only confused JD more.

ꨄ︎. You hadn't met JD's family before this point, but you've heard all about them; Not only from JD, when he told you about his band days, and when you heard them around the trailer when they would come over. Usually you stayed in the bedroom, not to be rude yet to just let JD have his time with his brothers. Yet, you couldn't understand what all the yelling was about, "Yo, Que te pasa? Why the hell are you guys yelling?" You would ask, poking your head out of the door to the bedroom. Your expression tired, your hair messier, yet you could care less at this moment; You were sure JD's brothers wouldn't mind, they would see you worse later on since you were planning to stay with that big doofus. "Oh my god-" You flinched when Floyd dropped the cup he was holding, his jaw dropping upon seeing you; And honestly, for a second, you forgot you used to be a big artist. "John Dory," You started, startled by the reactions his brothers were giving, "Vas a decirme lo que esta pasando ahora mismo."

ꨄ︎. JD is always a little intimidated when you speak Spanish, mostly because his Grandma used to scold him and his brothers in Spanish. So he only explained (rather quickly) how his brothers had heard you tuning your guitar in the bedroom and how they just got weird. And that's when Branch defended himself, along with Floyd, how JD never told them that you were his lover! "And what's it to you that I love your brother?" You shot back quick and snappy, crossing your arms as you shot a glare their way. You weren't above throwing hands with JD's brothers. Floyd noticed the way JD glanced away, sipping his coffee. He was quick to stand up, placing a hand on Branch's shoulder to calm him, before explaining the whole situation to you better; Saying how Branch and Floyd were just big fans of your music and they didn't realize that you were with JD, because no matter how much JD spoke about you he never told them that you were his lover.

ꨄ︎. "Oh, Mierda lo siento." God, this made things a little awkward, "I thought you were about to be one of those horrible step-siblings that didn't like his brother's lover for some dumb reason like my hair." "What? No!-" "No, yeah, I see that now. My bad, really sorry." You mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck, "JD can be really, really dense sometimes, shut it John Dory!," You pointed a finger at JD before he could make a peep in protest about your slight insult, but it was made out of full love. "Let's start over, hi I'm (Y/n) and it's really nice to meet you."

ꨄ︎. Safe to say, JD forgot to tell his brothers that he was dating an old sensational artist...and kind of forgot you were one and was very shocked to realize this! Furthermore, you were a little flabbergasted when he revealed that some of BroZone's songs were influenced by your music. You would stare at JD after he confessed such a large secret, "Wow... that's a big insult." You mumbled sarcastically under your breath. "EXCUSE ME?!" But you guessed JD missed the sarcasm. "I'm being sarcastic, love. That's kind of sweet." Playfully rolling your eyes, you pressed a kiss into JD's cheek before turning back to his brothers. You crossed your legs, rested your elbow against your knee, and held your face in your hands. "Now about you four, how about we get to actually know each other. I'm planning to remain in this family after all..."

ꨄ︎. Safe to say that JD is wifing/husbanding/etc. you up really quick.

ꨄ︎. He still brags about how he first got your number and how he managed to 'snatch you up' before anyone else could. You told him he's too old to use new lingo and to stop, lovingly of course as you didn't want your 'husband' to embarrass himself. He melted hearing you call him husband before getting a bigger ego boost; And you had fun watching him terrorize his siblings while his ego was so inflated. You even jokingly did the whole 'I'm watching you' eyes to one of his brothers (Clay) as a silent threat that this is how you were always going to hand JD off to them like. He gave you the biggest (playful) stink eye ever. Yeah, you're going to fit right into this family.

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[mt-oe]

OK, MIZU X VERY CLINGY READER?? like reader deadass will NOT let go of Mizu unless necessary and mizu will tease reader about it in a loving way. like just imagine reader snuggling on top of Mizu and resting their head on her abdomen and she just says something in a teasing voice like- “mm you just gonna keep holding onto me like that, love?” OH MY GODSOMEONE NEEDS TO MAKE MY BRAIN SHUT UP PLS😭

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Hey dear!

Thank you so much for the very cute and sweet request <3 Finally, a reason to push my drunk reader agenda forward www

Also, sorry if this took longer than usual. Hospital wifi sucked and my draft didn't save ;; I had to re-write a whole chunk purely from memory.

Not sure what is considered as 'lightweight' or whatever since I never really thought of those things when I drink, so if it's too much or too little then..oopsies.

Hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa :*

warning/s: not proofread, short, mention of vomiting (mild), she/her for mizu, implied afab reader

It was already a few hours past midnight. Mizu was laying down on the couch, reading a random book she had found in the book store. 'The Honjin Murders' was the title. The cover looked cool and even had a knife on it, so it definitely got her attention. Because as much as she didn't want to judge a book by its cover, she's only human. We have our moments like that.

On her chest was her girlfriend, eyes closed, and cheeks flushed and warm. An occasional mumbling noise or a slurred-out random question like 'do you think I can fight a bear with my bare hands?' would come from you. Mizu wouldn't admit it but she was having the time of her life right now.

You had just gotten back from a girl's night out with your friends. A little way of catching up after a whole semester of not seeing each other. Akemi and the others invited her too, but she wasn't really a big fan of the effects alcohol had on her body and opted to stay at home.

Upon opening the door, the sight of your heavily flushed face, drunken unconscious smile and the disheveled appearance of Ise and the other girls greeted her. You all reeked of alcohol, heavy perfume, and a bit of tobacco. "Umm..girlfriend delivery..?" Akemi chimed awkwardly, sweat dropping at the miffed look on Mizu's face.

She narrowed her eyes in response to the little joke as her eyes landed on you. "I was hoping you'd bring her back conscious," she said in a low tone, making them laugh nervously. You were being held up by two of Akemi's friends, face heavily flushed, hair tossed out of the hairdo you put it in earlier, and your lipstick was replaced by a thin sheen of saliva. With a sigh, she gently wrapped her arms around you before picking you up bridal style, cringing at the smell of beer coming from you.

The moment you felt her warmth around your figure, you opened your eyes slowly, blinking the blurriness brought by intoxication off before letting out a grunt. She felt you tilt your head upwards, looking at her before furrowing your eyebrows together, finger raised up to poke at her chin. "Would youu...rather have...urgh..my nipples are rubbing against my bra."

Yep.

That was definitely her cue to bring you inside.

After bringing you in, the 'full caretaker girlfriend' mode in her brain switched on. She immediately helped you get dressed into something comfy, removed your makeup and did your skincare for you, and handed everything you said you needed even though you didn't need it. Hell, she even shoved her finger down your throat to help you vomit.

You were her little intoxicated princess tonight.

Once she was done helping you out, she completely expected you to go to sleep after. Little did she know that you've decided to be the clingy-type of drunk tonight. A small strangled-like gasp escaped her throat as you pulled her by the back of her collar, burying your face on her neck. "Nooooo don't go!" you cried against her skin.

She tried her best to get you to sleep, knowing full well that you were going to be the grouchiest hungover in the morning, but whatever she tried didn't work. Watching youtube videos, having a staring contest with you, playing slow songs. Now, she was stuck with you laying on her chest as she read her book.

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" you asked her, speech still a bit slurred. Mizu raised an eyebrow at your odd question. Realistically, she knew she wouldn't, but reality didn't really matter when it comes to love. Only her girlfriend's happiness did.

She closed her book slightly to look down at you. Her breath hitched slightly as your glossy eyes looked back up at her, melting at the adorable sight. "Of course I would," she answered, giving your head a little pat.

"Liar," you huffed, closing your eyes as you nuzzled against her. "I see you step on worms all the time. You'd step on me too."

She huffed back at you with an amused smile. She could feel the pout in your voice. "I promise I wo—"

"It's okay," you cut her off with a drunken giggle. You looked back up at her, trying to lift your head but the remaining alcohol in your system allowed you to do so for a few seconds before you crashed back on to her chest. "I'd let you step on me."

Mizu rolled her eyes at your response. "You're very drunk. You know that?" she asked you, setting her book down on the carpet to pinch your cheek. "How did they even get you this drunk?" The playful exasperation was heavy in her voice.

You grinned at her, snuggling your face in between her breasts. "Well.." you trailed off, giggling a bit. "We haaad...Jager in a pretty preeeeeetty frozen little shot glass, then we washed that down with beer.."

A slight shiver went down her spine as she felt your hot breath against her collarbone. Her hands moving your hair to cool you off a bit. "Then..we had Cuervo. Then we tried this...this..cocktail that tasted like chocolate.."

"No wonder," she sighed, wrapping her arms around you. Although Mizu had admittedly had her fair share of bad experiences with drunks (mostly leading to fist fights), she had to admit, you were definitely the cutest one yet. "Next time, try to drink a bit more responsibly, okay?"

You shook your head at her words, wrapping your arms around her tighter. "I don't want to drink responsibly. I want my girlfriend," you whined, making her snort. You were definitely still too drunk for this conversation. "My girlfrieeeeend.."

"And who's your girlfriend? What's she like?" Maybe if she played along, she could finally get you to sleep. Blue eyes watched you sigh, melting into her arms with a dreamy smile. "My girlfriend is...my Mizu!" you answered, laughing slightly as your head rested against her breast.

She could feel your arms hold onto her tighter, weight pushing down against her's as you started to get a bit more excited. "She's the prettiest, coolest, grumpiest person ever..and she's mine!" you rambled, an amused laugh escaping her lips at your words. "H-Hey! Don't laugh!"

Mizu smiled at you apologetically as you continued to pout at her in drunken grumpiness. "Sorry, sorry. How 'bout we go to bed and take a nap so you can see her in the morning?" she asked, still playing along. "No! Dun' wanna!" you replied in a bratty tone, huffing once again. "You're staying with me!"

Your arms held on to her tighter, legs wrapping around her's almost possessively. "Mmm..So you're just going to keep holding on to me like that, love?" she said teasingly. At your nod, she chuckled and lifted you a bit higher so your head rested against the pillow, nestled near her neck.

Slowly, she felt your body relax, fingers releasing their grip on her shirt. The rhythm of your breathing becoming steadier, the depth increasing. Once again, she picked up her book and continued to read, wanting to pass a bit more time to make sure you were fast asleep.

However, while she was half into the book, you suddenly lifted your head again. She raised an eyebrow, a bit taken back at the sudden movement. "What is it, love?" she asked, getting ready to get whatever you needed just in case.

Your eyes blinked sleepily before you leaned your head down, planting a kiss on her lips. "G'night..I love youu," you mumbled with a soft little smile before crashing back onto the pillow. She blinked in both surprise and mild astonishment.

A goodnight kiss?

While drunk out of your wits?

Lord help her.

There was no way she could fight off a smile after that display. How did she score such a cute wife? Mizu had to take a few deep breaths to keep herself from laughing at how cute that was. Who cares if you woke up grumpy from your hangover? This was definitely worth it.

[iluvusukuna]

Yuji/sukuna x fem. Reader

Summary : you and your best friend Yuji need to work on a project together but Sukuna decides to take control and have some fun with you .

Cw: fem ! Reader. Charachter is a student at jujutsu high school. All characters are over 18!

A/n: English is not my first language so pls don’t be mean , if you find some incorrect things feel free to correct me;)

Warning : smut . Receiving Oral sex.

WC: 1.7k

🫧🎧: bathroom . Montell Fish

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You were walking to your dorm after classes when Yuji bumped into you with a big smile on his face . It wasn’t unusual to see Yuji so happy , but it made you furious sometimes. Was he really happy or did he just faked it . You were sure that it wasn’t easy for him to share his body with a curse . But he never complained. You both where really close it’s not like he didn’t tell you everything but he always tells you that he’s fine even though you say that you don’t believe him, he just changes the subject .

“Here!” He showed a strawberry milk in your hand even though you didn’t like it at all but it was he’s favorite so you drank it every time he gave it to you .

The last two weeks you avoided Yuji because Sukuna always makes and awkward comment about you and your body and it got out of hand the last time . But it seems like that Yuji doesn’t acknowledged it . Sometimes he acts as if he doesn't hear those comments, and other times he just makes fun of them, but the last time sukuna's comment about your short skirt was quite awkward for both of you, especially when he remarked that in such a short skirt he could easily slip a finger into your cunt or fuck you without anybody knowing . After this comment , the air was tick and embarrassing for both of you but you guys agreed to not talk about it ever .

Until your teacher assigned a partner project and Yuji was the first person to ask you too work together and how could you say no to this sweet boy , so you agreed hoping with everything in your body that Sukuna wouldn’t comment anything about you this time .

“So do you wanna work in mine or your dorm ?” Yuji asked still sipping his strawberry milk .

“Let’s do it in yours , your have more snacks and a better wifi too!” You looked at him and shook your head. “I’m hundred percent sure that the wifi is better there because you and Megumi are Gojo’s sensei favorite students , and he made something to make it better !

Yuji just laughed and talked about the things he and Megumi got away with because of Gojo sensei .

You both arrived at Yujis dorm , you took of your shoes and trowed your things onto the floor and laid down on his bed .

“To be honest I don’t have the will to do this project !” You sighed and looked at Yuji with pouting lips . “Let’s do it another time and just relax today , I’m too tired for anything .” You complained and got under his sheets . Yuji just laughed and sat next to you and pulled the sheets down from your body .

“Noo! Let me sleep!” But he didn’t stop you tried to get the blanket back, but he didn't give it so easily, he tore the blanket off your body and started to tickle you , and you burst out laughing. you tried to over come him and pushed him down on the bed. You where now on top of him your legs next to his hip but you two where to busy to acknowledge the awkward position you where in until you both heard an unpleasant voice .

“I’m sure this little brat enjoys your little cunt rubbing into his crotch!” You looked at Yuji his face reddens from sukunas comment and you back away from him . A mouth forms on yujis hand laughing and grinning at you .

“I hope I didn’t mess up y’all little game , but I could show you so much better and existing things !” Your face reddens even more after this but the mouth on yujis hand curls into a devilish grin .

“You should leave !” He stood up and opened his door . “Now!” He said it a little panicked this time . You locked confused but you stood up and walked to the door only to turn back because you left you phone on his bed . You grabbed your phone and walked out of the door when someone grabbed your arm.

“What….” Your blood drained from your body . Red eyes were looking back at you . Black tattoos covering Yujis body , sharp black nails digging into your skin .

“Hello little girl !” Sukuna grinned at you with his sharp white teeth .

“No…no! Let me go !” Your tried to get free from his grip but he was too strong for you . He closed the door with a loud bang and pushed you against it .

“Shh , relax little girl ! I’m not gonna hurt you unless you ask me too!” He stroked your face gently and then his hand glided lower, eventually stopping around your neck and wrapping it around you, squeezing it lightly, it didn’t hurt . It’s actually felt surprisingly good. You clenched your thighs together feeling your heat getting wetter and wetter . You hoped he didn’t notice anything of that but the smirk on his face told you otherwise.

“Looks like our little girl isn’t that innocent hmm?” He whispered and moved his hand lower on your body stopping at the zipper of your skirt . He slowly pulled the zipper down without taking his eyes of you . You didn’t stop him , you wanted him but you couldn’t. This new feeling held you captured and you just couldn’t. He pulled your skirt down leaving you only in your baby pink panties . It had a bow on it which caught Sukuna attention .

“Cute!” He noted . “But we don’t really need it do we ?” And with that he ripped your panties and trowed it behind his back . Your breath hitched in your throat , you chest moved up and down a little faster , you couldn’t decide it, was it because of fear or maybe something else?

You were pulled out from your thoughts when Sukuna’s fingers dipped into your slick . You let out a small whimper from the surprise of the contact but clapped a hand fast on your mouth .

“No , little girl let them hear you!” He grabbed both of your hands with his free hand and pulled them behind you making you arch you back.

“Tell me , has anyone touched you like this before ?” He asked dangerously close to your neck . You shook you head which made sukuna’s lips curl into a big smile .

“Hm that needs to stay this way because nobody should touch what’s mine understood ?” You nodded , which made him bite your neck .

“Words ! Use your words little girl !” He gave a little peck on the place he bit your neck and you whimpered an “yes I understand” out .

Sukuna smiled and let go of your hands and grabbed your hips . “You are such a good girl , and good girls get rewards isn’t that right ?” With that he led you to Yujis bed and pushed you down on it . Your tried to close your legs but he was faster and grabbed your ankles to open your legs even wider .

“Don’t try to ever hide yourself from me !” He commanded and with a small nod you relaxed your body .

Sukuna smirked and kneeled before you , he put his hands under your legs and pulled you closer , he was face to face with your cunt which made your face burn in heat .

“you should consider yourself lucky , because i never kneeled before anyone in my lifetime!” That was the last thing Sukuna said before connecting his tongue to your clit . Your arched your back and let your body fall down into the bed from the sudden and new felling . Your tried to push him away and close your legs but it only made him groan .

he circled your clit with his tongue, and collected your wetness and spread it everywhere. you were unable to say anything, only shameless whimpers left your lips which made him purr against your cunt .

“You taste amazing little girl , and your sweet moans . I can’t imagine why this brat never tasted your before !” This made your remember that this is Yujis body and you wanted to back away from Sukuna but he held you tight and he didn’t waste anytime , he dipped his tongue into your wet count which made you moan out loudly .

You knew that this was wrong and you should at least fight back , but this feeling was like a new drug to you , your where drunk from it and the only thing you could think of right now where sukuna’s tongue deep inside you cunt moving in and out with incredible speed.

“Suk..kuna!” You could feel it , you couldn’t describe the feeling but you knew you were close! “I’m so close please !” You begged but didn’t even know why .

“I know little girl , don’t hold yourself back and cum on me !” He said groaning against your heat .

That was the only thing you needed to hear, you arched your back and climaxed moaning his name in broken screams , your body shook from the orgasm Sukuna just gave you . He stood up and looked at your flushed face waiting for you to come down from your high.

After you relaxed you opened yours eyes . Two big red eyes were focused on you . You looked down on his lips , your eyes widened at the sight. Your cum dripping down from his chin his lips covered in your white slick .

You covered your head from the embarrassment but Sukuna just laughed and hovered over you grabbing your two hands pulling it over your head .

“We are not done little girl !” He said with an intense smile and moved his head closer to yours . His nose was touching yours . Now that you see him closer he’s absolutely beautiful. You knew what you wanted to do was wrong but you did it anyways . You closed the distance between you two and kissed him. He groaned from your boldness and deepened the kiss . You could taste your own wetness from his lips but you didn’t mind. After he broke the kiss you locked at him with a flushed face and puffy lips . He pulled his finger around your lips and stuck his thumb into your mouth .

“Let’s make a better use from this mouth shall we ?” He smirked deviously

“W…what about Yuji ?” You asked him restless because this was still your best fiends body .

“That brat can wait . I’m sure he doesn’t mind if I have some fun with you right ?” He licked his lips and pulled you close to him kissing you again eagerly . It’s not like you had a chose in this but if you had, you probably couldn’t say no to the king of curses .

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[fallingforel]

Louis and 70 pls 💗💗💗

A/N good morning, afternoon and evening (have to cover all bases because who knows where people may be in the world its evening for me loves 🫶) of course I would be glad to write this for you (sorry it took me so long to get round to it) on with the showww. OH and I'm gonna make you part of 1d in this hehhehe

PROMPT 70:“I don’t want you… I need you.”

Words: 1,094

warnings: mentions of death via car accident, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sick, mentions of sex its a generally fluff piece though so hope you enjoy.

Life was great at the moment, I was living life to the heights I'd never thought I'd get to 3 years ago when I was a little 19 year old who just lost both parents in a car crash to a teenage drunk driver who knew no better than what I did at that age, I performed on the x-factor stage after my mum told me to "chase your dreams sweetheart" getting me to where I am now. In a band with 5 boys we love performing every night recording our albums and I get to do it with my best friends in tow.

"So. If you guys didn't know. One of our band members has a birthday tomorrow, but we're not playing a show tomorrow. So can you make this show extra special for us? Her family couldn't be here tonight, because they're in better places. So can you make her feel superrr loved for us?" Louis asked the crowd that we were performing to in stockholm tonight. They screamed back.

"You know I think I see a sign over there that says Y/n we love you, we can be your family, there's another one that says We love you y/n happy birthday. There's another one that says I love Y/n more than free wifi. Wow Y/n you are getting the love tonight" Louis said making the crowd scream loud at that part.

"I think we should sing Happy Birthday to Y/n don't you think?" Harry asks which earns multiple yeses from the boys and screams erupting from the crowd and a shake of the head from me.

"okay okay. 3, 2, 1"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR Y/N HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU"

"I think that's the loudest happy birthday I've ever had. Thank you. Now time for one of our fans favourites this is teenage dirtbag"

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Running off the stage on our Very high high.

"LOUIS!!!" "Y/n, Love you did so great" Is all he says before he's pulling me into a very big hug and swooping me up into the air and then finally putting me down and letting go after much protest on his behalf but me saying I can't breathe did the job

"Thank you for that happy birthday. It was honestly the most love I've ever felt from one of our shows." "yeah well it was all for you and you did it. Happy birthday love" "thank you Louis" Is all I say before I'm pulling him into a hug again in which he wraps his arms around my torso and placing chaste kisses on top of my head.

"And you mean to tell me they aren't together?" Niall speaks up from beside Harry where they are both watching Louis and I from the wall just a few feet out of earshot. But I still heard it. "Yes we are very much not together."

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Louis and I decided to go out to celebrate my birthday, wanting to bring in my 22nd birthday with me. As I had no-one to have a phone call from so Louis decided to take my mind off of it and go celebrate. The other boys were too tired to celebrate I don't blame them so it was just Louis and I

"Lou it's getting late its like 3, we should probably get back. I'm gonna spew my guts if i drink another drop" "yeah that's probably wise me too, come on then dove" "That's a new one?" "yeah, they represent peace and that's what you've always shown. Even when you found out who hit your parents when you racked up the money, you were so calm, you were the one to apologise when you saw how guilty it felt. If that was my mum in the car I'd be saying all kinds of nasty shit to the driver who killed her. Guess that's what I like about ya, dove" "thanks lou but they also represent innocence and purity and I'm none of those two things am I lou?" "No I suppose your not but you do have a pure soul and I guess that is what matters the most" "alright stop with the spirituality mr donny. and lets get back to the tour bus I'm exhausted"

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we get back in and I sit at the kitchen table nursing a whiskey and louis looks at me funny

"what?" "thought you were gonna spew if you drank another drop of alcohol?" "thats different." "how?" "whiskey I can drink slowly, you made me literally DOWN shots" "thats the thing about you that makes me love you Y/n" I just burst out laughing because it wasn't true, the guy I liked had been crushing on ever since 2010 at the first group auditions stage liked me back. "yeah okay" "no I'm being deadly serious" "you're drunk lou. Go to bed" "No, I'm being deadly serious Y/n." "You just want me because your drunk Louis, I'm being serious" "and I'm being serious when I say I want you. Actually no fuck that, I don’t want you… I need you." "Louis you have to mean it because I am not going down that hole of where we mess about like silly fucking teenagers because we're past that point, being teenagers I mean we're fucking adults" "As serious as a heart attack, I love you darling" I jump into his arms where he drowns me into a heavy snog, "Fuck lou. I love you too."

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Last night was one of the best nights ever somehow after everything I ended up in Louis' bunk, the reminder of that was Louis kissing my shoulderbone waking me up from my post-sex slumber "Louis, You seen Y/n" Harry shouts from outside Louis' bunk which earns a giggle from me, ultimately making louis clamping his hand over my mouth. "NAH MATE, HAVEN'T SEEN HER SINCE WE GOT IN LAST NIGHT" I lick his hand that is covering my mouth "DID YOU JUST LICK MY FUCKING HAND!" "Lou who have you got in there?" which makes harry open the bunk, meeting eyes with the both of us "HOLY FUCK. Y/N AND LOUIS FUCKED." which makes the remainder of the boys (excluding louis.) scream from their respectful places on the bus "FINALLY WAS ABOUT FUCKING TIME" and then ultimately zayn says "SHIT NOW WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH THEM FUCKING LIKE RABBITS"

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lets just say that night in stockholm lead to a certain song on four with the same place name, that I wrote.

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end.

[finalgirlkateausten]

📚 pls <3

the perfectionist in me doesn't like how wordy my pinterest homepage is, but I cobbled together some shivlina vibes for youuu ❣️❣️

pinterest ask game

RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES

ambiguously s1 pining shivlina ~ 536 words ~ rated M

Shiv leans back in the rusty chair of the small airport gate, wiping a hand across her forehead, maybe to get the sweat off, maybe to move her hair out of her face. "This heat is fucking unbearable."

Karolina tries not to focus on Shiv's fingers plucking another button loose on her rust brown blouse, or the droplet of sweat that runs down between her breasts. "We should've taken our chances with the engine issues," she says wryly. "If nothing else, we'd be much cooler while we drowned in the atlantic."

Shiv snorts at that, and Karolina bites her lip to tamp down an unbidden feeling of accomplishment. "Ugh, I wish I could just say 'fuck it' to the retreat weekend in Spain. I don't want to be there, my dad probably doesn't want me there, not really, and I'm just gonna be struggling to socialize enough that I don't come across as rude for trying to sit down and get my actual work done. Don't even get me started on the time difference..."

"I can't imagine it's fun getting pulled in all different directions by the level of commitment your father expects," Karolina offers, trying to be sympathetic without coming across as disapproving of the man who pays her salary.

Shiv huffs. "I show up because he asks me to, he's not even going to say thank you, and I'm going to have to make up for whatever shit Ken and Rome pull. I know how this weekend is going to go already." She bangs her phone against the arm of her seat. "And there's not even enough cell signal to answer emails." She laughs softly, even though Karolina can't quite tell what's funny. "How are we not both going insane?"

Karolina flushes a little, definitely from the heat and not from the idea of Shiv actually considering her own routine here. "Believe me, I'm practically in hives."

Shiv smiles and sighs, and the sigh turns into a groan, and she leans her head back over her chair, her eyes closing as Karolina's gaze darts from her messy ponytail to the arc of her neck. "We might as well just ditch the fucking plane... I bet if I gave the pilot a couple hundred he would tell anyone who asked that it's not safe to fly and we need to wait for another one. Let's have a day in Bermuda, huh, splurge on a resort hotel, get the fucking honeymoon suite or whatever."

Karolina tries not to choke on her own spit, managing a curiously arched eyebrow instead. "Without Tom?"

"Oh, don't worry, he'll be too busy sating his appetite for power to miss me," Shiv says, waving a hand. Her engagement ring glitters, and she turns to Karolina with a grin. "I bet you're better at eating pussy anyway."

Karolina knows she's bright red, and there's no saving it. "Hm, well, maybe we should wait for hotel wifi to make that call. I'll have to ask Gerri how many NDAs I would have to sign."

Shiv's laugh is louder than Karolina has ever heard, and when she grabs her hand and pulls her out of her chair, the touch feels like a static shock.

[kpophubb]

Hey sweetie the reply is in the train emoji:) I want to hide that you know haha

Thank you for ya for all of the sweet replies, recently I was looking forward to wake up to do just to see them👄❤️👄🙈 and yes of course I am in love with you he he I really enjoyed reading yesterday stories and thank you for back feedback:)) Hynnie there is just so soft :) I was reading other stories sometime and I see like different people of course they see him in different ways from different perspectives, and yours one is like soft Version, this softest, like a fluffy bun ~ makes me wanna go dreamin❤️💝❤️ thank you for blessing me this morning with a lot of love:) I wish you a good day babe let me know if you cannot find 💌

Mua 😘

~ 🐁

Hi hi baby love 🥺💖☀️ 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ! ♡

First of all, I’m sorry for missing the letter under the train emoji, my eyes missed it bc the emoji was black underneath so the black outline wasn’t really visible T-T forgive me for being late!!

Now, let’s get back to your letter ♥︎ i do use an iPhone but for that don’t we have to share our Apple ID? So we can text eachother directly with wifi or network? I mean, that’s how I text my best friend on imessage so yes is there some other way you’re referring to or this one?? It would be better for me too tbh I don’t use any social media except for Ig pinterest and tumblr :p out of the 3, I’m only active on tumblr the most so yes imessage would be a great option if you’re willing to <3 seriously whatever you’d say I’m fine with using any app for you! 💗

Secondly oooh, a playlist idea seems nice 👀 I can only help w a few songs tho bc I don’t listen to songs atp much except for KESHI’S ALBUMS! That’s how I am I get obsessed w one singer then stream his songs all day💀 but I’d love to help!! I also saw how I can add songs to your Spotify playlist of us, that is so cute 🤧

And naurr, I’m not THAT pretty like you’re describing?😭 pls the song drop dead gorg had me all senti, stop being so cute LITERALLY. I bet you’re the most beautiful thing alive so hussh!!💖 the emojis and stickers you use are so cute I wanna nomnom you fr.

As for Valentine’s Day, I wish we could celebrate it together :( then we could buy roses and red love themed cupcakes and watch a movie together 😚 have a girls party, that would be so relaxing!! And as for dressing up, BELIEVE ME I wanted to buy a dress I love wearing dresses and dressing up , but I’m broke atm.💀 and I’m not gonna take full pics anyway so I’ll probably just wear a red top AND NOT EVEN CHANGE MY SWEATPANTS LOL. That’s how lazy I get. + I’m sleeping with two braids today to have heatless curls for tomorrow ahaha. <3

Anyway, this was all I could write in this ask 🤍💗🐁 I have a lil sth to do rn, so I’ll write to u tomorrow again as we spend the day together! <3 byebye I love you too!!!! <3 *tries to give you a smile as sweet as felix’s*

[baekhvuns]

Hellloooo, I know I said no negativity for me, but Real won against Barca so I'm here to laugh at you for once ❤❤❤❤ I know why they won, it's because I forgot about the match and had no expectations wjjssjjsjwjwhshwh (ik they literally just lost with Villarreal and Fede threw some punches but nvm that!)

Anyways omg don't tell me I could've seen THE Kai on Jeju?!?!?! If I saw him we would be Rover-ing together.

Okay, I haven't paid attention to F1 in ages, I just see bits and pieces and it's rough out there, wtf. I only know that for some reason both Versteppen and Leclerc piss me off, lol.

Kai having the football fans in the chokehold, he's a genius, I want footballers to do the Rover challenge. Also maybe if he coached Chelsea they wouldn't be 11th place in PL, yikes.

Now... Seonghwa's cover, let's scream about it, because I'm still not over it, the VISUALS?!?! I'm so delusional, my god. But I do have a bone to pick with kpop boys and Hwa specifically, CAN'T YOU SING A HAPPY NON-ROMANTIC SONG FOR ONCE 😭 I'm trying to smile here! The MV is both wholesome and such a serve. Oh, this account is for us https://twitter.com/modelhwapics/status/1643209739591901184?t=948OKgMzicvG2qNf03mtpw&s=19

And I watched his birthday live on the train, thought it was my wifi acting up, but nope KQ can't even pay their bills, how much more money do they need?! I still ended up sobbing into my spicy miso aubergine onigiri, because of him. Baeksy... https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1642854843629928450?t=ogG7xLdiCdsnFcma3_0l5g&s=19

I went to so many birthday cafes and got a lot of useless things lmao <3 but they have Seonghwa's face on it, so I needed them naturally! Also why does he keep cutting his hair 🙃🙂 at least dye it then, make it interesting, istg if we get another black undercut or bowlcut comeback 🔪🔪🔪 at least Hongjoong is carrying in the hair department

NOW THE MOST IMPORTANT THING TAEMIN FREEEDOM AND BESTIE I'M SEEING HIM TWICE FOR HIS FAN MEETING!!!! 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺 I couldn't miss the opportunity, but it's so last minute this is crazy aksjsjejwjjwsjwhahw the timing is good actually. Unlike every single Atz schedule 🙃 I decided to pass on seeing Atz (sorry Hwa, we'll reunite one day... maybe), but I cannot miss Lee Taemin! Actually Atz are performing at a festival on the 1st day of his meeting, I know someone who has a spare ticket, but ehhh I'm not really interested in seeing other acts, so going there just to see Atz perform SMN for the 100th time ksjsjajakjqjajsa I'm good 😅 I mean I'm not but... you know. Also why were they in Thailand when I was not in Thailand?!

I went to one cafe that's owned by my friends' family and they played Jjong's and Shinee's songs for the whole day, I went through so many emotions 😭

Okay wtf are you saying, clear the schedules??? Him, Kai and Taemin pls 🤞🏻 https://twitter.com/doiekunkun/status/1643989142370676738?t=4eYXQ3wQAyWkZkOQ5QtaBQ&s=19

BY THE FUCKING WAY I went to this NCT grocery store pop up thing and saw WayV 😭😭😭😭 they're so pretty, I can't believe this?! I'm also going to their fanmeeting in Jakarta, cause a friend has a spare ticket so we're flying to Indonesia for a day during our Thai trip 😭 I'm in my SM stan era again lmao (there's a really small chance I might be able to see Ateez in Kobe, but I fear of getting scammed)

Instead of The Glory or anything else I watched the new Kimi No Todoke series, I prefer the anime and the OG live action, but it was wholesome! What, no I'm still team s1 of AOS, but I can't stop people from liking s2 more... they're allowed to be wrong. And I started the new Dohwan show, he's kinda a himbo, oh no it's bad for me!

And uhmmm?! I blink and one Treasure guy is homophobic.. should've kept quiet 🤡 And Bambam??? I was surprised the thing didn't blow up earlier, because I saw it back in February. Why are Got7 members so weird lately...

I still haven't moved on from the Chaeyoung n*zi t-shirt issue, and I read the thread about one idol sexually assaulting other member 😢

Aespa's song for the Tetris movie is aksjajajjsjaasjajaj kinda a serve, but THERE'S A TETRIS MOVIE??? Some people say they're on the OST for Barbie too 👀

This. https://twitter.com/dejaveuxx/status/1645687166683447296?t=TY_sVYfLEt3lNtWFfbPbGg&s=19 DV is a hit at my house. It should've gotten so big tho, I remember it gained some attention outside the fandom, but never took off 😪

Baek, be proud because I finally read model Hwa again (thanks to clips used in Seonghwa's cover) aaaaaand, I do like him more, but he's not my fave, sorry! However, I don't know if you've ever heard After Midnight by WayV, but this song came to my mind while I was reading. I think it fits Rewrite the Stars too, because the song makes me feel very nostalgic and so does the fic. Come to think it fits a lot of fics I read 🤔

WHEN https://twitter.com/padahwan/status/1644016779365064716?t=ooLHoDWgPcsFVpMF7tjmUw&s=19 tbh I hope that for his next birthday he gives us a dance cover

Aaaah happy belated Exoversary! DV 💖

hello!!!

Hellloooo, I know I said no negativity for me, but Real won against Barca so I'm here to laugh at you for once ❤❤❤❤ I know why they won, it's because I forgot about the match and had no expectations wjjssjjsjwjwhshwh (ik they literally just lost with Villarreal and Fede threw some punches but nvm that!) //// Anyways omg don't tell me I could've seen THE Kai on Jeju?!?!?! If I saw him we would be Rover-ing together.

hELLOOOO HOW IS UR TRIP GOING !!!!! see now madrid won but at what cost, only to lose by the ex barca coach?? 😭😭😭🤚🏻 no but they def played well!! ramadan benz is cooking 🤲🏻 VALVARDE THING IS ACTUALLY SO MAD THE WAY HE TRIED TO CONTROL HIMSELF ON THE PITCH pheww 😮‍💨😮‍💨 prison fc?? and again?? hello did val start a revolution fbmwcbkc wait it came true 😭😭

MAN CITY ARE WHAT ANON????

u could’ve seen KAI HE WOULD’VE DONE ROVER WITH U 😭😭😭 they’re filming their mv which is like the continuation of call me baby era teasers, so big budget (finally) SO UR DEF SEEING THEM AT PLACES & lmr 😭😭 baekhyun he 🔫🔫 HE IS SO ANNOYING 🔫🔫 and dropped 2 new songs??? never thought they’d ever do anything like this

Okay, I haven't paid attention to F1 in ages, I just see bits and pieces and it's rough out there, wtf. I only know that for some reason both Versteppen and Leclerc piss me off, lol. //// Kai having the football fans in the chokehold, he's a genius, I want footballers to do the Rover challenge. Also maybe if he coached Chelsea they wouldn't be 11th place in PL, yikes.

it really is rough, terrible, f1 is fixed as per usual and they’re trying to convince there’s a title race when we all know red bull is dickriding the fia <33 SEE I UNDERSTAND THE VERSTRAPPEN PISSING OFF BUT LECLERC??? WHAT MY GUY DO HE HAS THE WORST FUCKING LUCK OUT OF EVERYONE 😭😭 DNF’D THE FIRST FUCKING RACE THEN GOT A PENALTY THAT FUCKED HIM UP AND THEM HE DIDNT EVEN LAST 2 SECONDS AT no u know what i am pissed at him too, need him to use his god damn mind bc it’s frying mine

i just want ferarri to succeed but i don’t think ferarri wants to succeed 🥰🥰 hoping audi joins faster and brings sebestian back 🤲🏻 and alonso?? his villain era is so amazing to watch, but at least we are getting a lewis hamilton biopic !!!

no ur right, if he coached chelsea maybe they could’ve had a redemption arc,,, hoping enrique comes back and be’s the bossman they need, need chelsea to do rover challenge like the obsession of liverpool w dua lipa, LIKE SONNY COMEON DO THE ROVER !!!!

Now... Seonghwa's cover, let's scream about it, because I'm still not over it, the VISUALS?!?! I'm so delusional, my god. But I do have a bone to pick with kpop boys and Hwa specifically, CAN'T YOU SING A HAPPY NON-ROMANTIC SONG FOR ONCE 😭 I'm trying to smile here! The MV is both wholesome and such a serve. Oh, this account is for us https://twitter.com/modelhwapics/status/1643209739591901184?t=948OKgMzicvG2qNf03mtpw&s=19

he is feeding my delusions so very much i need this guy tO STOP,, NO UR RIGHT WHY ARE U FEEDING US INTO THIS DELULU ???? DO A BREAK UP SONG??????? WHY IS IT THE TIKTOK SONGS ALWAYS ,, give us bon jovi idk?? michael bublé??? or ANYTHING by lana??? someone mentioned that his mv was him in the rewrite the stars fic and 😀😀 A WIN FOR US

oh this first one is giving runway

And I watched his birthday live on the train, thought it was my wifi acting up, but nope KQ can't even pay their bills, how much more money do they need?! I still ended up sobbing into my spicy miso aubergine onigiri, because of him. Baeksy... https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1642854843629928450?t=ogG7xLdiCdsnFcma3_0l5g&s=19 /// I went to so many birthday cafes and got a lot of useless things lmao <3 but they have Seonghwa's face on it, so I needed them naturally! Also why does he keep cutting his hair 🙃🙂 at least dye it then, make it interesting, istg if we get another black undercut or bowlcut comeback 🔪🔪🔪 at least Hongjoong is carrying in the hair department

NOOOOO 😭😭😭 kq debuted a new group and went broke it seems pls jkchcnk xikers tho?? the song?? amazing 🤚🏻 aubergine onigiri 😭😭😭 anon do u know that i AM salivating EVERY TIME 🔫 WHATS UP WITH THAT SMIRK WHATS UP THAT SUBTLENESS WHAT THE FUCK omg u must be STOCKED with hwa stuff omg,, see if it has his face, we get it 🤚🏻 LMFAOOOO UR HATRED FOR UNDERCUT MAKES ME LAUGH FBWKDHWK HOPING FOR A HOTASS UNDERCUT 🥰🥰

NOW THE MOST IMPORTANT THING TAEMIN FREEEDOM AND BESTIE I'M SEEING HIM TWICE FOR HIS FAN MEETING!!!! 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺 I couldn't miss the opportunity, but it's so last minute this is crazy aksjsjejwjjwsjwhahw the timing is good actually. Unlike every single Atz schedule 🙃 I decided to pass on seeing Atz (sorry Hwa, we'll reunite one day... maybe), but I cannot miss Lee Taemin! Actually Atz are performing at a festival on the 1st day of his meeting, I know someone who has a spare ticket, but ehhh I'm not really interested in seeing other acts, so going there just to see Atz perform SMN for the 100th time ksjsjajakjqjajsa I'm good 😅 I mean I'm not but... you know. Also why were they in Thailand when I was not in Thailand?!

TAEMIN, FREE !!!!! FUCK STOP UR GOING TO THE FANMEET???? ANONNNNNNNNNNN HOW DO I SCREAM IF EE DO NOT GET THE FUCKING PHOTOS IM NOT GONNA TALK TO U, STOP PLS RECORD IF HE DOES A HEAVEN STAGE OR ANY THING PLS 😭😭😭😭 no u know what u did great, with the way they are doing world tours ur gonna see them like in the next few months,,, no i get it i get it 😭😭 JFBWNCK THEY GAVE U EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO SEE THEM BUT U DID A 180

I went to one cafe that's owned by my friends' family and they played Jjong's and Shinee's songs for the whole day, I went through so many emotions 😭 /// Okay wtf are you saying, clear the schedules??? Him, Kai and Taemin pls 🤞🏻 https://twitter.com/doiekunkun/status/1643989142370676738?t=4eYXQ3wQAyWkZkOQ5QtaBQ&s=19

omg 😭😭😭 with his birthday recently, went thru some emotions i rmr exactly where i was when the news dropped and AAAAAA,, bestie the next time their schedules are clear is for superm 😭😭

and vixx???? idk what ravi is thinking, ur going to jail for 2 years, why wouldn’t u just do the 2 years for the public service u dummy 😭😭

BY THE FUCKING WAY I went to this NCT grocery store pop up thing and saw WayV 😭😭😭😭 they're so pretty, I can't believe this?! I'm also going to their fanmeeting in Jakarta, cause a friend has a spare ticket so we're flying to Indonesia for a day during our Thai trip 😭 I'm in my SM stan era again lmao (there's a really small chance I might be able to see Ateez in Kobe, but I fear of getting scammed)

U WHAT ??? STOP STOP STOP EVERYTHING STOP GHWKFHWKFBMWBDSJCKCK DID YANGYANG DO SOMETHING STRANGE,, sm era the best era ngl they never disappoint 🤚🏻

Instead of The Glory or anything else I watched the new Kimi No Todoke series, I prefer the anime and the OG live action, but it was wholesome! What, no I'm still team s1 of AOS, but I can't stop people from liking s2 more... they're allowed to be wrong. And I started the new Dohwan show, he's kinda a himbo, oh no it's bad for me!

i keep seeing the edits for it and omg it looks so good i will watch it! had a little nostalgic moment and researched some old shoujo’s like kamisama kiss and tamako market,, himbo 😭😭😭 pLEASE 😭😭about to get obsessed actually <3

And uhmmm?! I blink and one Treasure guy is homophobic.. should've kept quiet 🤡 And Bambam??? I was surprised the thing didn't blow up earlier, because I saw it back in February. Why are Got7 members so weird lately... /// I still haven't moved on from the Chaeyoung n*zi t-shirt issue, and I read the thread about one idol sexually assaulting other member 😢

uHHHHHHHH SO MUCH HAPPENED IN A FEW WEEKS IS 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 wait and the treasure thing, it’s the way ppl are clearing searches for him and….man,,, should’ve just kept ur mouth shut god damn,, yEAH BAMBAM yeah yeah,,, nothing to say i was v surprised,,, the shirt issue,, ppl arguing she didn’t know they don’t teach it there, bro they know bc japan was a huge ally and that’s the u know 😭😭 how do u go out of ur way to go and BUY IT,, STOPP THAT LAST ONE IS SO MESSED LIKE WHAAAT??? and now armies and blinks are on the whole ‘drug’ actual bs,, bc how are u all advocating the no bullying campaign and yet do this if someone surpasses ur favs??? what happened to supporting women?? morals???? hypocrisy at its finest,, this is most vile shit like whole sa threats??? god 🔫🔫 at least YG took action,, i also see so many atiny’s repeatedly complaining over the smallest of things and it’s 🔫🔫 and lee seunggi … & taehyun my guy living!

damn what a country full of fragile ego’s

Aespa's song for the Tetris movie is aksjajajjsjaasjajaj kinda a serve, but THERE'S A TETRIS MOVIE??? Some people say they're on the OST for Barbie too 👀 /// This. https://twitter.com/dejaveuxx/status/1645687166683447296?t=TY_sVYfLEt3lNtWFfbPbGg&s=19 DV is a hit at my house. It should've gotten so big tho, I remember it gained some attention outside the fandom, but never took off 😪

THE OST???? KINDA???? THAT SERVED CUNT!!!!! THAT SOUND SUITS THEM SO WELL I HOPE SM DOES GOOD THINGS FOR THIS CB & prAYING PRAYING THEY DO THE BARBIE OST karina a whole barbie would give margot a run for her money,, if the barbie movie isn’t some mystery thriller we don’t want it <3 but that scene where she took her shoe off and her feet sTAYED THE SAME HEIGHT??? CINEMA.

me with that aespa ost

no ur right, it def should’ve taken off more then it did 🤚🏻 more edits should’ve been made about the song some challenges by fans maybe too

Baek, be proud because I finally read model Hwa again (thanks to clips used in Seonghwa's cover) aaaaaand, I do like him more, but he's not my fave, sorry! However, I don't know if you've ever heard After Midnight by WayV, but this song came to my mind while I was reading. I think it fits Rewrite the Stars too, because the song makes me feel very nostalgic and so does the fic. Come to think it fits a lot of fics I read 🤔

AAAAAA FINALLY FINALLY !!!!! see he may be a jerk but he gave us a few dreams of delusions <3 YES I HAVE YES YES it gives off very runway vibes + domino! also was scrolling thru the tl and was welcomed w the scene that inspired model hwa <3

WHEN https://twitter.com/padahwan/status/1644016779365064716?t=ooLHoDWgPcsFVpMF7tjmUw&s=19 tbh I hope that for his next birthday he gives us a dance cover /// Aaaah happy belated Exoversary!  DV 💖

NO LITERALLY WHEN! GIVE US A SAD BOY CONTEMPORARY,, yes!! i hope for them all, like forget the birthday gift things give us covers 🤲🏻 TO U TOO I CRIED <333 tho HAYE the fucking kexols for being quite during chen and chanyeol’s time 🔫 kai’s a whore btw <3 and i live by it

and?? made that song listenable

😶😶

[bobluvbot]

the wifi password

pairing: jake hangman seresin x f!reader

summary: in which your relationship with jake goes beyond third base.

wc: 831

warnings: a lil sprinkling of cursing and implied sex so 18+ only! other than that it’s fluff ❤️ ((also this is the first thing i wrote in a long ass while so pls be kind 😭))

the best thing you have right now for entertainment is watching tiktoks. and despite how much you hated its time-consuming and addicting nature, time and time again you find yourself deeply enthralled by the videos that grace your for you page because the algorithm just knows you that well.

you were in the middle of watching someone put mud clay mask all over their hair to see if it does work wonders, and if it does, you’re thinking of using an old container of it stashed somewhere in your medicine cabinet. Because truly, that’s how much of a chokehold tiktok life-hacks have on you. the video stops midway and the dreaded loading bar at the bottom lights up. your heart breaks a little as your eyes reach the signal bar on your phone, confirming that indeed, you lost signal and your data is gone.

frustrated, you were forced to come back and absorb the life around you. The team decided to spend the day at the beach, and now you spot them playing volleyball. you were feeling a bit sore from the training exercises you’ve done back to back, and it’s not like you were getting quality rest at night since he kept you very busy. So if the next best thing other than a week’s worth of sleep and deep tissue massages would be to sit back and watch some tiktoks while your teammates tackle each other to the ground for a ball, then you’d take it.

deeming the distance between you and your friends far enough, you let yourself admire the man responsible for your lower back pain and chronic eye rolls. jake practically soars before spiking the ball towards the opposing team’s side. it was downright unfair how despite the humid summer heat and the sea breeze only did wonders to how he looked as they played. the sunset gave ample lighting that made his figure glow, and if you were high enough and someone were to come and say he’s from a classical painting, you’d believe them without a doubt. trying to reunite the thought that this god of a man having a blast swatting balls towards his friends was the same guy who’d been sat crosslegged on your pink rug last night, a look of confusion marring his beautiful features as he attempts to follow a waterfall braid tutorial from youtube on your head at 1am, will probably take a while for you to get used to.

and you would have time. not a lot, as the mission is in two weeks, but that’s still fourteen days that you can spend with him; memorizing the way your body slots perfectly into his, the calluses on his hands and how they feel when entwined with yours, the way your name falls from his lips when you both are alone thousands feet up in air, and so much more. if there was one thing you’re proud to master early in your naval career, it’s to always live your life like it’s your last. you give everything that you deem worthy your all, so when you look back, there’ll be no room for regret. and while jake has the potential to be so much more things other than your wingman and your fuck buddy, you’d gladly settle for what is and run with it.

a buzz keeps you from disappearing in your reverie.

of fucking course, jake leaves his wifi hotspot open. the man’s got everything going for him, so to balance everything out, the heavens had the kind consideration not to make him the most phone savvy person to exist. so like the opportunist you are, you jump on it.

only it asks for a password.

so you put your two week situationship to the test. running through the days and nights you spent together and picking through information you might have exchanged with jake.

his hometown, no. his birthday, no. his dog’s name, no. his college graduation date? his parents’ anniversary? his favorite band? 12345?

nothing. it’s been five minutes and you’ve already exhausted all you knew about the blonde pilot. maybe you just didn’t know him well enough.

placing your phone down with a huff, you return your focus to the rowdy group. you meet eyes with your beau and he throws you a wink and a dimpled smile that makes your heart do a little somersault. this is bad.

and you knew exactly what could make it worse.

grabbing your phone again, you click on his password protected wifi. you gingerly type the letters of your first name, cringing as you think of how stupid this is.

with a tap, the wifi symbol appears back, and your tiktok reboots again, dreaded loading bar nowhere to be seen.

you couldn't really focus on anything else with that loud beating from your chest and the color rushing to your cheeks, and out of all things rushing through your mind, the mud clay hack remains ignored.

[pavo-ocxllus]

Hi there, congratulations on 100 followers! I just saw your post through a tag aaand it sounded really interesting, it’s a very cute idea! <3 anyways, if you aren’t flooded with too many requests or if you don’t feel like doing any, feel free to completely discard this ask! May I request to buy a ball ticket with inteyvat and a bird of paradise for Xiao? Once again, pls don’t pressure yourself, also I hope you have a good day, please take care, again! 💗

❝ 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠... ❞

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… the traveler has different ideas regarding the ball when xiao unexpectedly comes to greet her. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… xiao x traveler!reader (can be read as xiao x fem!traveler or xiao x lumine), mentions of the yakshas (bosacius and bonanus), in direct mentions of zhongli (morax and rex lapis) 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… a ball ticket (royalty!au), inteyvat (fem!traveler or lumine), bird of paradise (”let’s blow this joint, yeah?”), third pov, 1.9k, this was actually proofread for once *gasp* 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… fluff, she/her pronouns used, traveler!reader, the yakshas are implied to be alive, probs ooc xiao 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… ahhh, thank you for requesting! also, in addition to being my first request for this event, it’s my first ever request as well! i hope i did this justice lol (i know i said this an event for drabbles but there was tornado warning in my area and i rushed to get this done before the wifi goes out and ended up with this mess lol-)

the vigilant yaksha would really, truly love to complain that this wasn’t part of his job description.

honestly, supervising the many members of elite society (in a seemingly out of the blue ball XIAO’S lord spontaneously decided to hold) doesn’t appear to fit his role as one of the many adepti that signed a contract under the emperor, morax. generally, after the archon war, uttering the word “adeptus” can usually only be heard through those sumeru scholars, or as words of the desperate. “adeptus”... a word faded into obscurity among the unsuspecting public, “knight” now being the more appropriate term. and a yaksha such as xiao wasn’t particularly any different.

as the citizens of liyue go about the their day to day lives, xiao operates in the concealing blanket of the night as per contract: to protect liyue in the shadows. in a time of peace, a civilian shouldn’t have to taint themself with the remnants of defeated gods still ravaging through the nation in the form of monsters. after all, the very first contract of liyue was to “cleanse the land and defend our safe harbor.”

well, now that he thought about it further, it does seems as this would count as a duty he was binded to via his contract. however, that didn’t stop him from hating the mere atmosphere of the gathering even more.

it seemed as though xiao was so busy loathing the event that he didn’t even notice the large shadow dwarfing his figure creeping up on him...

...and promptly zapping him.

it wasn’t anything more than a slight shock—really nothing more than he could handle. unfortunately, that didn’t make it any less jarring. 

“!!” came out of his mouth, and it was more akin to some sort of gurgled scream of a creature rather than a comprehensible sound out of a (somewhat) human. his previous blank, brooding, deep-in-thought facial expression was instantly replaced by surprise. not too long after, xiao scrunched his eyebrows together, his slightly opened lips were closed, pressed into a thin line before darting his amber eyes around the area, then locking on to the culprit who couldn’t be able to keep his overly boisterous laughter in. 

truly, he was worthy for the title “vigilant yaksha,” not whatever mixer he was currently stationed in, much less bosacius’s stupid antics.

after the older man’s seemingly endless guffaw appeared to settle down (not without fits of giggles spilling from his mouth every time he uttered a single word) and the guests prying eyes managed to look away and continue their prior conservations, bosacius coughed as if he was trying to rid his throat of an awful disease of hysteria and held two of his back arms up.

“why, don’t look at me like that!” the purple-streaked brunette complained, feigning innocence. the unfortunate downside to receiving the older brother you’ve never wanted was his—to put it bluntly—irritating behavior. “if i was aware that you were going to be so hot-headed about me letting a few sparks fly, i would’ve called in bonanus to help me cool you down a bit-”

bosacius was instantly cut off when he felt a little ‘thump’ in his chest, causing him to glance his eyes downward to find that xiao stuck the blunt end of his spear into the center of his bare chest.

“at least have the decency to wear... something,” he observed frankly, gesturing to people around them and his own attire. while everybody was wearing rather elegant robes (minus the few yakshas patrolling the room such as bosacius and himself), it seemed as though the adeptus in front of him was the only one who refused to adhere to the dress code, as seen through his completely invisible top.

cue the electro yaksha’s jaw drop.

“that’s what you care about?!”

xiao was quick to turn away from his co-worker, despite the latter’s verbal chagrin, then, attempting not to revert back into his embarrassingly distracted state, scanned his eyes around the venue. however, just as swiftly, he felt a muscular arm hook on to his neck.

“you need to loosen up!!” bosacius teased, ruffling his hair. to this day, xiao had no idea how this man was the leader of the five yakshas. “y’know... i’ve heard that rex lapis says we get to keep whoever catches our eye here~”

the smaller yaksha swatted his arm away from his neck, upturning his nose away from bosacius in disgust. “don’t be ridiculous. there’s no way the his majesty would allow, much less participate, in something so frivolous-”

the man tilted his head, letting out a sound of confusion as to what was the cause behind his friend’s sudden silence before tracing the line of his sight, widening his eyes.

an all-too recognizable outlander, xiao understood that she must’ve had better activities to attend to then attend such an impromptu event. despite that, the initial beliefs was far from his mind, with the way the white silk gracefully draped upon her figure—light blue and golden accents danced as she moved through the various eyes upon her. it was as if she were missing piece of the puzzle, even when not looking the part, somehow making this godforsaken ball a million times better with just her mere appearance alone. xiao didn’t seem to clock the tips of his ears suddenly feeling warm.

much to his terrible luck, it appeared as though bosacius noticed.

it was rather rare for his fellow adeptus to stop for anyone other than morax, much less through a complaint. though, ever since the traveler’s appearance in liyue, it seemed as if xiao suffered through somewhat of a change of heart for her. initially, he was under the impression that it was out of respect as a fellow royal guard; it was shocking enough when she decided to step down from the line of the throne to join her nation’s regiment in the first place, moreso to be great at what she did. nevertheless, as time passed by, xiao’s blatant fondness for the traveler seemed to grow outside of acknowledgement for her achievements.

“go on,” bosacius voice was laced in a rather suspicious tone; it seemed like was smiling even though xiao couldn’t see him. before he could ask about what in teyvat was going through his mind now, he gave him a small push in the direction he saw fit: figuratively and literally.

as one of the five yakshas of the royal guard of liyue, xiao was supposed to expect this—perhaps even suspect it. after all, bosacius and the rest of them are notably close with him. however, even for an almighty adeptus such as himself is flawed with the concept of off-days.

of course, he’s was able to get up back on his feet in no time... but not without it’s little tribulations to boot. 

though it was rather remarkable how fast he was able to regain his composure, his methods were a little off. based from the way he fell forward for a good few seconds before realizing that the ground was oddly getting closer to his face to deciding to sprint to the front of the crowd at the very last second, the teal energy that trailed his figure as he did so understandably garnered the unwanted attention of the various company present. 

at first, xiao couldn’t be confused—he was at the back corner of the hall, was he not? why were all eyes on him? the moment his golden eyes landed on the traveler’s, though, he already connected the dots.

now, this was definitely not part of his job description. 

silence inevitably filled the venue, and rather awkwardly at that, much to his annoyance. he knew that his method wasn’t very common in the eyes of liyue society, yet he didn’t think it would cause so much commotion to the point everybody’s eyes appeared to be right on him and... the traveler?

at the small revelation, he moved his head towards the traveler, only to see nothing but a simple polite smile gracing her features as her arm was reached out towards the yaksha. naturally, his golden eyes wandered to the garments adorning it, then eventually arrived at her delicate hand. upon further study, his eyes met hers once again, still completely lost in this unfamiliar situation. 

her smile refused to waver, even as she closed her eyes and shook her head in amusement. she then dipped her head, letting xiao to conclude that she was doing what he was supposed to do. before he could mirror her actions, she persisted, bending her legs into a slight curtsy, pulling her skirt slightly upward with one hand and taking his hand in the other. before xiao could say anything, the traveler’s lips softly came into contact with xiao’s gloved knuckles.

“it’s a pleasure to meet you again, general alatus.”

face erupting in red, mouth slightly quivering in astonishment, the boy’s almost comically widened eyes watched as the traveler stood up to her original position, giggling at his flustered state.

the unwarranted eyes on the two seemed to disappear entirely once again as they went back into their previous conversations once more, interestingly enough. xiao supposed this made his circumstances better—even when the stubborn heat refusing to alleviate from his cheeks.

regardless, it didn’t stop him from returning the gesture, albeit without the kissing part, “likewise, your majesty.”

the honorific simply slipped out despite the traveler’s position in her nation, but in this formal conversation, it only seemed fitting. though, weirdly enough, she seemed rather exasperated, if anything.

she let out a deep sigh before speaking up again, “you know... you don’t have to be so stiff around me, xiao.”

the yaksha couldn’t help but flinch at the sound the name rex lapis had given him, before relaxing not long afterward. it sounded... strangely pleasing. 

“be honest... we both don’t want to be here.”

well, it wasn’t like she isn’t telling the truth. void of the knowledge of her intentions, xiao continued to stay silent as perplexity was adamantly displayed through his expressions once more. just before he was about to cross his arms and go back to his what he was supposed to be doing, he felt his arm suddenly yank forward to the traveler’s general direction. 

his eyes flew open at the sudden motion as he felt forced wind from the speed they were going course through his hair. the only sight he was able to see as the crowd started to part to make way for the rushing pair and the waving fabric that danced as the traveler navigated through the guests. 

the uncertainty that usually would’ve plagued his mind was replaced with some sort of unwavering spotlight directed on her as she guided herself and xiao across the hall, like the stars to a sailor sailing in the night, knowing that it would help them lead their crew to shore. 

the trust he placed on her was unquestionable, and he couldn’t explain why. was it his burning desire to escape from the ball? the traveler’s contributions to his home nation? the blazing heat perched comfortably among his face that represented his beating heart inside? how it was the physical form for his unknown, though intense feelings?

actually, xiao took that back—the last one definitely provided the reason.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝. <𝟑

[https-sen]

Haikyuu Dates!

A/N: EXAMS ARE OVER HOLY FUCK I FEEL SO RELIEVED- pls pray and hope i pass, i need to redeem myself as a good student after skipping classes sobsob 😭 anyways, tomorrow im planning to buy a skateboard ehe so enjoy!!

Genre: Fluff

Pairing(s): Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, Kenma x gn!reader

Warning(s): Cussing, and Not Proofread!

BIGGG NOTE: this consists a lot of memes hehe

Yamaguchi

♡Ideas and Planning♡

He scrolls through Pintrest for his ideal date! He's not sure what to do when it comes to date ideas or planning them since he usually let's you pick.

♡Date Choice♡

He would be stuck in between a picnic date and a cat cafe but he'd end up bringing you to a petting zoo since it sounds more interesting!!

...

"Y/N!! Over here!"

He waves at you from the train station entrance with what seems to be.. a convenience store bag? "Tadashi, what's in the bag?", you asked. "Oh! I bought us drinks since the train ride would take a while..", he replies as he opens the plastic bag for you to see 2 bottles of juice. "That's so sweet of you honey.", you smiled at him as he hides the bag behind him shyly.

'Train 069 to [...] is departing soon, passengers may get on.'

"Oh, that's our train! C'mon, we're gonna miss it if we keep standing here!!", he exclaims before dashing through people together hand in hand as you both laugh before getting in.

Tsukishima

♡Ideas and Planning♡

He doesn't admit it but he sucks at dates. He tries googling things but he's picky with the results. He'd end up asking Yamaguchi about date ideas to go on with his s/o.

♡Date Choice♡

With the help of Yamaguchi and Google, he's made up his mind with a cafe date. Although he questioned it a few times but he mostly agreed with it. It was the classic, cute, overused date idea!

...

"Kei, where are you taking me?", you asked your boyfriend as you both walk hand in hand through the calm yet busy street. "On a date, where else?", he looks at you funny as if you said something weird. "I know but where's the date? Do you want me to guess or something?", you raised an eyebrow as Tsukishima nodded while looking at his phone.

"Hm.. Is it those fancy free wifi lounges you see at malls?", you guessed. " No, what is it with you and free wifi lounges these days? You know my place has wifi already.", he pokes your side. "Hey! Well there's no harm in trying right?", you poke is side back. "Oi! Well, we're almost there so stop with your weird guesses.", he shows his phone GPS.

" Destination Arrived! ' The Little Rabbit Cafe, Piss Street (im so sorry no im not) No.69' "

"Woah, it looks cool! And a cafe huh? Kinda cliche but good job, Kei!", you laugh as he pokes your side 4 times before getting in the cafe.

Kenma

♡Ideas and Planning♡

He doesnt know 😦

♡Date Choice♡

He's too lazy and a too busy with games- wait. That's it, an online date!! Seems a lot like him, he knows that, but he watched some minecraft building tutorials on youtube to build something special for you.

...

"obamadeez (thats you) has joined the server"

"Honeyyyy, come on!", he whines as he fiddles with his fingers. "Wait, my assets are loading in!! Bare with me, my laptop can only do so much.", you told him as you switched to the discord tab to send him the screenshot you took.

"Alright, what are your coordinates?" "You dont need coordinates im standing behind you." Your character turns to look behind to see a Kenma's Hanako skin peeking from a tree while holding a torch. "C'mon!", he said shortly before walking away. "Okay, jeez. Wait for me though!"

You look around the pretty picnic area he made with fairy lights hanging around from a mod pack he downloaded. "Aww, honey this is so cute!", you gushed. "I'm glad you like it..", he says shyly. "C'mon, I have a lot more to show you later.", he says as he gives you a book.

'I love you'

this one is kinda sucky tho ngl, im not pleased with it :(

[littlemisslipbalm]

Little Border Town

Summary: It begins with a man and a woman, as it always seems to. One lives in France and the other lives in Italy, technically, but they’re also neighbors. Various issues arise between these two and they can’t ever seem to see eye to eye on anything. Will they ever move past their petty fighting or is the little town they live in doomed to only gossip about what Harry and Y/N are fighting about today?

AKA: Harry and Y/N are neighbors that fight all the time, the whole town wants to know when they’ll just fuck. 

Featuring italrry as well as mustachrry! and running italrry... I hope y’all like! this is just part one, so much more is in store so pls let me know what you think :) lots of love - first fic that’s not named from a quote said in the story I’m shook!! the growth, the range...she has it apparently! side note: i had to change the gif from italrry/mustachrry bc something is whack with the formatting and either the keep reading or the title keeps disappearing so i tried some stuff to resolve it *sobbing*

Word Count: 8.5k | Warnings: swearing, mentions of relatives death, bickering, otherwise tame for now?

Pt. 2

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There’s a little town that straddles the border between Italy and France. It’s just a little ways from Nice on the French side and Ventimiglia on the Italian side. The population is rather small and the tourists who come are usually either returners or are very very lost. One street you’re in France and the next you’re in Italy. It can be confusing to newcomers, but the locals love it -- for the most part. These streets are easily delineating as French or Italian by the little country flags that hang above all the shops or in the windows.

It’s a coastal town with cobblestone everywhere and bright painted buildings. The water is a soft blue and the wind barely ever brings any waves greater than a foot high. There’s a shop for everything and it seems to be frozen in the past from the outside, thankfully if you step into the tiny bed and breakfast there is wifi. The sun almost always shines down on this sweet piece of paradise, the winter does however bring gusting winds and thunderstorms. Those storms rattle the little town and afterwards you’ll find the residents picking up the pieces that have fallen off the shops.

Now, this little border town, with its streets separated by French and Italian customs, well almost all of them, it seems imperative to mention. There, in the exact middle of the little town, is one street that is split down the middle, half in France and half in Italy. The locals from the French and the Italian sides love that street the most because it has this certain dynamic spark of change that brings them together, makes them unique. Except for two locals that seemingly hate this street. These two locals aren’t actually true locals either. They both moved there a couple years ago.

Harry, from the Italian side, owns the shoemaker and repair shop. He hailed from England and moved to the little town when his great uncle, Joe, had sent him a letter pleading for him to take over his shop so that he could retire. Harry, ever the traveler, hopped on the next flight out to Italy and then traversed by train and bus until he reached his Joe’s home. Like most of the shops, there was a living space above the shop area. Harry lived there with Joe until he passed away a few years back leaving Harry to tend the store alone. He didn’t mind too much, being left there alone. He had always loved Italy and to get to live in the countryside in a little cobblestone town and own a shop was a dream come true. After living there for two years, he had bought a sailboat that he would take out when the shop was closed. He also had bought himself a motorcycle that he would ride to the next greatest city if he was ever in dire need of more of a nightlife as a 26 year old. He loved it, his own slice of paradise… except for his thorn in his side.

Y/N, from the French side, owns the bookstore, which carries lots of vintage books and records. She had moved there after college. In school, she had studied French and taken a year abroad in Paris and had traveled down to Nice for a month. While in Nice she had made a few friends and one of them had come from the little border town. They had insisted they all go there for a weekend. When Y/N stepped foot onto the street she now lived on a few years before, she fell in love. Seeing the little Italian and French flags in the windows and potted plants with a view of the sea had been so endearing to her.

She was drawn to the bookshop and had chatted up the old French woman who ran it. The woman had reminded Y/N of someone but she couldn’t quite place her finger on it. It was strange for her because she often found these connections with older people, she felt like she had known this woman her whole life. Y/N went back into the store the next two days she was there to talk to the woman again, Marie, she had learned. Before she left the little town she left her number with Marie and kept in some contact with her. After about a year though, their communication fell off. Y/N was sad but understood that life can be busy for people and that she obviously wasn’t the most important woman in the little border town bookkeeper’s life. Or so she thought. In the middle of the summer after she graduated college, Y/N was backpacking through Iceland and got a call from who she assumed was Marie. She was ecstatic and answered the call immediately. Sadly, it wasn’t Marie, instead a friend who had been given her will to execute. In her will she had left Y/N the bookshop. Her reasoning was similar to why Y/N had liked Marie so much, she said that Y/N had reminded her of her sister who had died unexpectedly in her teenage years. Being so far from home at the time and completely consumed with love and loss, Y/N had agreed to take over the shop without any hesitation.

She got home and informed her parents of her choice and moved to the little border town as soon as she could. She lived in the little area above the shop that Marie had also gifted to her and she tended the shop downstairs. The living area hadn’t really been cleaned out and Y/N had found an old collection of vinyls in the corner of the bedroom. As much as she wanted to keep them to herself, she thought it would be a good addition to the shop and had made a section for records in memory of Marie. She loved France and the coast, she bought a little car and would drive to Nice every so often or to the more sandy beaches along the French coast. It was quiet and different from the life she had maybe expected, but taking over a bookshop because a kind stranger had gifted it to you as one of their dying wishes wasn’t something Y/N could ever turn down. Her soul was too sweet. At least it was for most people, not for her neighbor though.

Her neighbor was the shoemaker, Harry. Their shops lived against one another even though he was on the Italian side and she was on the French. They were located exactly at the split between France and Italy. With less than a foot between the buildings, they saw a lot of each other. On their first interaction, Y/N had seen too much of her neighbor, meaning she had seen all of him. Their shops were similar to track homes, meaning they were built completely the same only mirrored. This meant that the windows of their bedrooms matched up exactly, she wondered who had thought that was a good idea after her first night. When Y/N had first moved in it was August, she left her window open and without the shade down to let as much fresh cool air in as possible. With her jet lag, she had found herself wide awake at about three am. Pacing around her room in the pink silk tank dress she had decided to sleep in, her eyes froze on her window - or rather, who she saw through her window. The light from her room and the moon were strong enough to illuminate the tanned and tattooed skin of the naked man in the room next to her. He held a bowl in his large hands that he seemed to be spooning cereal into his mouth from.

His half-lidded eyes flickered to the light coming from the place next door. The bookshop had been closed all summer and no one had been living in the upper area for a little longer than that so he had gotten into the habit of leaving his window open. He was half drunk after stumbling his way home from the tiny bar down the street. He had decided a naked cereal run would be a good idea to tide over his cravings. But upon seeing the girl wearing lingerie a mere two feet away from him, separated by the screens on their open windows, he realized that wasn’t actually true. His eyes widened only slightly as he saw her, his drunkenness allowing him to keep his blushing to a minimum. His drunken confidence kept him from covering himself as he lifted a single brow and made a salute with his spoon hand before going back to his bed.

She stayed at the window for a moment after the naked man disappeared and then quickly ran back to her bed. She shut off her light and tried not to think about everything she had seen. She tried to not think about his toned arms that flexed as he moved around his food, or the tattoos that lined every part of his body (the tiger and ferns seared into her mind specifically), or his tousled chestnut hair, or his searing green eyes, or the full mustache that held a little milk from his cereal. She tried, she really did. But how was she supposed to face her neighbor ever again after that. Maybe he wasn’t her neighbor, she reasoned, maybe he was an acquaintance her neighbor had just spent the night with. That wouldn’t be better! Her hands grabbed her other pillow and shoved it over her face trying to force herself to go to bed.

The next day, she had been working out front of the bookshop, beginning to repaint the windowsills of the shop with some navy paint she had found in the back to give it an updated look. It was early and she hadn’t expected to see anyone at all. Her jet lag still ailed her and caused her to be up bright and early. This was her second run in with the shoemaker, this time though, both to her dismay and joy, he was fully clothed. He wasn’t watching where he was going and almost toppled the both of them over as he left his store front, locked the door behind him, and then set off down the street. His large body, covered in short black running shorts and a mesh grey tank top, bumped into her almost immediately. He was still fiddling with his music on his phone as he began his run. She jumped back and dropped the paintbrush from her hand. She yelped as his body collided with hers and he stopped in his tracks. His eyes scanned her and took in the light wash cuffed jeans and moss ribbed tank top she was wearing. They widened when he recognized her face, the expression of shock similar to that of last night when she had seen him in his bedroom. He smirked and took out one of his earbuds. She grabbed her paintbrush from the ground as he extended his hand to her.

“I’m Harry,” his hand is greeted with hers. He speaks to her in English and she decides it’s probably best to follow along with whatever someone else began with. She worried that she’d run into a lot of Italians who didn’t know French or English and she’d have some trouble. His eyes flicker to the bits of blue already littered on her hands and in her hair.

“Y/N.” She nods, avoiding eye contact with the man she had already seen too much of. At least he’s not your neighbor’s lover, he’s just your neighbor. She also notices how he doesn’t apologize for running into her.

“You were spying on me last night,” his hand returns to his side and his smile quirks up again as he watches her face flush. His nicely groomed mustache twitches, trying to contain his laughter.

“I was not!” She finally looks up at the taller man and takes in his tanned face that is even more attractive in the morning light and up so close. The hat he wears is funny, a blue trucker’s hat that read “If you ain’t a fisherman, you ain’t shit!”, and she would laugh if she couldn’t already tell he was going to be extremely annoying.

His smirk continues and he barks out a laugh. He removes his sunglasses to really look at her now. “It’s alright, I work hard for this,” he gestures to his body, “glad someone appreciates it. Just means I’ll need to be installing a shade now, I guess.”

“You don’t have a shade and you walk around your room naked?” She ignores his first bit of conversation. She can’t think about his body or how it had looked last night. She sets down her paintbrush and folds her arms across her chest, trying to figure the man in front of her out.

“No… but it’s not all my fault. You had your shade open too! Who’s willingly up at that time of night anyway? I was just fixing myself a snack after the pub.” He raises his brows triumphantly at her, feeling confident that he has gotten the upperhand in the conversation.

She narrows her eyes at him as she finally registers that his accent isn’t Italian or French. He’s British and she wonders what he’s done to get himself in this little border town. He also seems to own the shop beside her since he locked the door behind him. He was peculiar, but she couldn’t dwell on what she thought about him since he had just accused her of being a peeping tom.

“Someone is up at that hour because she just moved and has terrible jet lag and can’t sleep. The place has been completely closed up for months and I needed to get as much cool air in as possible before the hot day. That’s why I was up and that’s why my shade wasn’t down.” She stands up straighter and rolls her eyes at him, muttering something in French to herself about annoying men. She smiles to herself when Harry doesn’t seem to understand. He obviously can tell she said something, but he doesn’t know exactly what. He could understand a good bit of French and he could speak some, but if someone spoke quickly and quietly, like she had just done, he wouldn’t be able to make it out. He figured it was something rude, though, with the way she sounds and begins to turn from him.

“Are you here to stay?”

“Yes.”

“Well, welcome to the best place in the world. It was so nice, two countries couldn’t decide who got to keep it and decided to split it.”

His arm sweeps out around him, gesturing to the street around him. She smiles up at him before following his arms movement. His arm had more tattoos than she had realized from her eyeful last night. She noticed the intricacies of all the black ink and again she had a million questions that she had to keep to herself. He was arrogant, conceited, impatient and a little bit odd and she knew all of this after barely one conversation. At least they could agree on one thing, they loved this town.

He looked back at her after scanning the street and saw her smiling in wonderment at everything around her. This brought a fleeting genuine smile to his face, knowing she was happy to be there. He had known Marie and was sad to see her go less than a year after his great uncle. He had always thought that Marie and Joe were both secretly pining over each other. Constantly stopping into each other’s shops and waving from their windows at each other, but Joe had always shaken his head at Harry when he mentioned it.

His smile faded when her eyes came back to his fac face face. Her smile disappeared as well. “Right, so, see you around…?” He said, already forgetting her name. She scoffs when she realizes what happened and then repeats her name. He nods curtly before replacing his sunglasses and single airpod and starts running again. She calls after him, “Thanks for the apology!” and then mutters to herself, “le con” knowing she shouldn’t shout that down the street where other people speak French. He doesn’t hear any part of it, his music up high enough to drown out the sounds of the world.

-

Y/N settled into the bookshop fairly easily, but she never failed to mention how unhelpful Harry had been:

“Yes, well, it’s been going pretty good...except for this one man. Well, I’d hardly call him a man -  a boy. My neighbor, actually, he owns the shoe shop...no, nevermind that, he practically made it his mission to make my move the hardest thing in the world...Harry -- yes, that’s his name, Mama… well I don’t know, It’s just Harry. - it doesn’t matter! He’s been in my way at every turn… yes, both physically and metaphorically...I’m not kidding! And I’m not being dramatic… Well, It was nice talking to you. Love you, talk soon.”

That was her first telephone conversation with her mother since arriving in the little town. Maybe ten days after she arrived. Naturally, she had it in the downstairs area of her home, the bookstore. And naturally, Harry had wandered in, to discuss one of their shared planters, and overheard her entire side of the conversation and gathered the rest from his own imagination. When she had laid eyes on him after setting down her phone, she rolled her eyes at the smirking Chesire cat look on his face.

“You would be the kind of man to eavesdrop, hm?” She restacked a group of books that were already in order.

“Thought I was a boy?” his smirk remained on his face. He strided closer to the counter she stood behind.

“Like I said...What can I help you with?” Her voice drips with venom as she finally turns her eyes to look at Harry. His smirk still remains on his face now that she is making eye contact with him. He’s clad in a t-shirt that has some baseball team on it with burgundy corduroy flared jeans. She notices the strain of the shirt over his chest and biceps and avoids the scoff of how vain he must be to keep himself in that good of shape for tending a shoe store in the South of France, or rather Northern Italy…

“Right, Thought I’d pop in and tell you that one of our planters is shared. So you’ll have to talk to me before replanting anything. I noticed you coming in with tulips the other day.”

“The ones on the front of the street?” He nods as her head turns to glance out the front window. “Why the hell do we share a planter?”

“Because, my late great Uncle Joe and Marie fancied each other.” Her eyes went wide at his words, trying to think of Marie having a crush on someone. “They were never together, never admitted the fancying, but they always did the planters together. They each had one of their own and then bought the third together, said it made sense to make the shops look nice...I know it was just so they had more to tend to - together.”

She hums, taking in everything that he said and how his eyes shine slightly just at the mention of his uncle. His voice had perked at the story he had just spun for her and she smiles thinking about the idea of love and loving someone so much that you’re content with simply planting flowers together. It seemed really old-fashioned to her, but it also brought even more charm to the town she now called home. Romance was still alive here, or so she hoped.

“Okay, I’ll make sure to let you know when I’ve decided what flowers I want to put in there.” She turns around, assuming the end of the conversation and getting back to work. She doesn’t really find a reason to entertain Harry anymore than necessary. Like she told her mother, he was constantly in her way or being naked in his room, something she had chosen to leave out of her conversation with her mom.

“You’ve misunderstood me. Maybe my English is getting rusty, I rarely speak it since everyone else knows Italian.” She flips around at his rude comment, eyes alight with fire once again. “If you want to replant anything, which I don’t understand why you would, the flowers I put are wonderful, we’ll have to discuss it. It’s not you just telling me you’ll be doing it. We own it equally and I won’t let you bulldoze my hard work.”

“On a planter?!”

She sticks on a sickly sweet smile as she tries to refrain from laughing. “I guess the countryside really can make some people enjoy the simpler things in life…” With that she walks to the back of the shop, leaving the stunned Harry to see himself out of it. When the little bell rings, her stifled laughter can be heard among the books.

-

It doesn’t matter what it is, Harry and Y/N are able to make a fuss about anything and the whole street, if not the whole town, had quickly figured that out. No one had a problem with Y/N, they welcomed her with open arms. Marie had told the entire French side and a good amount of the Italian side how wonderful and tenacious she was. How Y/N reminded Marie of her sister and upon meeting her, many agreed. But the first time Harry and Y/N had a public row, at the bakery in the center of town, on the French side, everyone was quick to realize that there was bound to be trouble between the two. It was a stark contrast to the loving comments and endearing looks the previous owners had always engaged in when they were still alive. This fight was maybe a few days after the planter business and Y/N had tried in the following days to get him to change the planters to no avail so she was in an especially pissed off mood towards Harry.

“Could you be taking any longer?” Y/N rolled her eyes as she stood behind her tall neighbor, her foot impatiently tapping a beat against the stone floor.

Harry stood hunched in front of the display case, scanning for exactly what he wanted and desperately trying to remember what he had come here for. He was a bit more dressed up that day, his mother had been coming to visit him for the first time in a while and he wanted to look nice and have a special treat for her when she arrived. His trousers were a deep navy that matched the navy of the stripes on his sweater vest, the blue pinstripes of the button down underneath was a slightly lighter shade, but blue nonetheless. He had rolled up his sleeves past his elbows, showing off his various tattoos and sinewy arms. As his eyes scanned over the case again, he ran through his mental list and bit at his lip, knowing he was forgetting something. He barely even heard her drawl out her insult, the tapping of her foot eventually getting his attention due to its faltering.

She straightened upright from her hip jutted position when he didn’t even bite at her unkind words. Her foot stopping its melody. As she was about to give another go, Harry turned around and she gave him her full look of displeasure.

“Country life requires a bit of patience. I doubt you’ve ever had to wait your turn in your life, but you’ll have to get used to it here.”

Her eyes roll instinctively. She noticed that they seemed to do it just at the mention of his name or the sound of his voice. She had always thought herself a lover of the British accent, citing Downton Abbey and various famous musicians - Freddie Mercury, George Harrison, Elton John, etc. - as members of that little island who were formative to her identity, loving them for their talents as well as their accent. Yet with Harry’s deep meandering British voice, she found herself wishing to be anywhere but in its presence. She found that he took so long to ever get out an actual full thought and when he did it was barely coherent. He also never failed to let his sarcasm or smugness drip into his tone, causing her to audibly be aware of the smirk on his face even if she couldn’t see it. The image flashing across her mind no matter what.

“You’ll have to let me know when you’ll be here again…” His eyebrows quirk at her odd response and it’s her turn to smirk up at him. She’s already satisfied with her quip even though she’s only gotten half of it out. His mouth opens to question her, but she finishes her thought. “That is, so I can plan around you. If I have to alot a whole day to the boulangerie just waiting for you… I’ll never get settled.”  

Harry scoffs and a fleeting expression of actual offense flashes across his features before turning around to finish his order. The others in line and the worker are all equally wide eyed and she hears some hushed whispering behind her, but it’s in Italian so she can’t make it out. The worker eyes Y/N as she rings up the rest of Harry’s chosen items. The worker smiles softly at Harry, feeling for the man she had known long enough to know that he wasn’t as rude as he was being with Y/N. She was also taken aback at Y/N’s response, but hadn’t seen her be rude otherwise so she had to assume it simply had something to do with the man.

When Harry is all set, he turns to leave and pass Y/N again. His eyes narrow and his words once again are turned nasty. “I wouldn’t mind if you never got settled,” he said before muttering something in Italian under his breath and leaving the store. She assumed it to be nasty as she eyed the couple behind her giggling, before walking to talk with the worker.

She shook her head trying to rid herself of her cold exterior that she kept having to conjure up for Harry. Now smiling, she asks for her items in French, happy to be speaking the language that brought her so much joy rather than English which seemed to be reserved only for Harry now. She hadn’t gone to the Italian side very much yet and the people she had met over there so far had spoken French to her once she had introduced herself.

As the worker finished with Y/N’s order, she asked in a hushed tone, in French, “How do you know Mr. Styles?”

“Harry?” Y/N guessed, not actually knowing Harry’s last name until now. The girl behind the counter smiles quickly before nodding. “Mon voison” she sighs and contains the accompanying eye roll when she sees the girl blush at the idea of being neighbors with Harry. “He’s a brat,” she continues and the girl laughs lightly before saying, “I think he’s rather sweet… not bad to look at either.” She looks out the window of the shop wistfully, like Harry’s still there and Y/N whips her head around, afraid he knew that she was talking about him. Thankfully, he was gone and Y/N laughs to herself when she feels the anxiety that had gripped her for a moment dissipates. Shaking her head at the girl, she grabs her items and change from her before making a break for the door.

It was soon after that incident that Harry and Y/N’s squabbles became notorious throughout the little town. Drama wasn’t common there and any sort of excitement was the talk of the town. It made sense that this was snapped up by the gossipers from the French and Italian sides alike.

Anne, Harry’s mother, was stopped the next day, when she was out for coffee and Harry was still at the shop, and was asked why her son was so angry at the new bookshop owner. She thought it made sense for her to drop into the bookshop next to her son’s shop after hearing that. Walking into the shop, she was greeted with the smell of lavender and the sweet melody of a love song. She immediately smiled at the charm of the bookstore, feeling like there was a bit more life in it then there had been the last time she had come in. Harry had told her that Marie had passed, but not that someone new had taken over and she was eager to meet them, especially now that she had been told about the town gossip.

A messy haired, but bright eyed Y/N came trotting out of the bookshelves at the sound of the door opening. A smile beamed on her face when she saw the mature brunette woman standing just inside the doorway. “Bonjour! Bienvenue!” She greets as she smooths some of her unkempt hair. Y/N had been digging around the back shelves of the store searching for a specific book one of her other customers had asked about yesterday. And much to her dismay, she wasn’t being very successful. When the woman only says “Bonjour” and makes no inclination that she plans to speak more French, Y/N believes it’s safe to assume she’s a tourist and switches to English. “Can I help you?”

Anne laughs happily to hear English and walks over to the counter that Y/N had walked behind. “Yes, Hi! My son lives here and I’ve just come to visit him. He didn’t tell me someone had taken over Marie’s shop.” Y/N perks at the name of Marie and she smiles sincerely at the woman now. Not quite a tourist, yet not quite a local, she noted for herself.

“Yeah, I’m Y/N. I was a friend of Marie’s, so to say, and she left me the place.” Pausing, Y/N turns over the vinyl that had just finished side A, and then returns to her place at the counter. “I’m still really new, but it’s a small town. I don’t know of many other people who weren’t born here who live here, though, who’s your son?” She rests her elbows on the counter and leans on them while staring at the kind woman. She had noticed the British accent, but hadn’t connected the dots yet. It wasn’t uncommon for people to have a British accent when they spoke English so it didn’t necessarily mean she was from England. But maybe Y/N should have noticed the light eyes and brown hair, maybe that should have been an indicator as well. Or the way she had said ‘my son’ and nodded in the way of the shoe shop. But no matter what, it came as a shock when the woman with the coffee in hand said what she said next.

“My son is your neighbor! He runs the shoe repair shop. His great uncle, my ex-husband’s uncle, left it to him a couple years ago.”  Y/N’s eyes widen so much so that she has to blink a few times to assure herself they haven’t popped out of her head.

“Harry...is your son?” She speaks slowly and Anne smiles at the girl. She nods and Y/N nods back, taking the news in. He has a mother...she guessed she should have expected that. It had been unlikely that her theory of him being sent straight from hell to make her life just like it was accurate.

“Here you are mum! What are you doin’ in here?” Harry rushes through the door when he sees his mother inside from the window. Y/N rolls her eyes on cue, but still notices the soft adoring look on his face while he gazes at his mother. She supposes she can concede that he isn’t the spawn of satan now. His look hardens when he turns to Y/N, who has straightened up to her full height upon his arrival.

“I was just meeting the new bookshop owner, Y/N!” She looks between Harry and Y/N. “What’s this about you being angry with her?” She asks more to Harry, but Y/N hears easily. Harry’s eyes flash at Y/N and her eyes widen once again, but shrugs to Harry, having no idea where his mother had gotten that idea.

“What did you say-”

“I didn’t say anything! I’d just realized she was your mother right before you walked in!”

“It’s true. Someone said something about it to me at the coffee shop. Of course, I didn’t even know the book shop even had a new owner, so I decided to come by.”

“It’s nothing, mum,” Harry insists.

“Harry and I...we just don’t exactly see eye to eye. But, I’m sure we’ll warm up to each other eventually,” she easily lies through her teeth, knowing she really couldn’t see herself ever being friends with this prick. “Feel free to look around the shop, it’s not exactly to my liking yet, but then again, I am just getting settled. Otherwise, you two should enjoy your time together. I’m sure it’s not often you can make the time to journey all the way out here.” She smiles sweetly at Anne, choosing to ignore Harry completely.

“Thank you, Y/N. Harry can be an acquired taste for some, but just below that exterior of his, he’s a giant softy.” Harry groans at his words, Y/N’s smile only grew.

“Au revoir! Good Day!” She calls when they leave the shop rather swiftly. It seemed to her that Harry was desperate to get his mother out of the shop as soon as possible, while Anne was happy to browse and look at what had been changed in the shop.  

-

Their early unhappy encounters were now months ago. But encounters of a similar caliber happened at least once a week. It’s hard to avoid a neighbor who you seem to find anything they do to be an annoyance, even their existence. They saw each other around town and at their shops and in their bedrooms. Even though they didn’t particularly like each other, hated was actually the correct word, the drawing of the shades was a near impossible task with the heat that plagued the little town between August and Mid-October.

They had fought over who could leave their shade open and who couldn’t because Harry believed only one of them had to close it to maintain privacy but then he wouldn’t settle on an agreement on taking turns closing shades. Y/N argued that they could both leave them open if he would agree to stop walking around his room naked all the time, but he refused that as well, at first. He conceded after a week of having his shade drawn that he would wear boxers. Therefore, practically every night, Y/N and Harry would see each other before bed since they actually seemed to have the same sleep habits. Sometimes she would have to yell at him to close his window if he came home with a guest and he would yell at her to turn off her light if she was reading or watching television in bed too late.

Thankfully, it was approaching the end of October and the weather would begin to change. There wouldn’t be a reason to have the window or shade open and they at least wouldn’t have to see each other right before bed.

This morning, Y/N is up early, she found it amazing to wake up early here, something she had never done before this little border town. It was teaching her new things about herself and changing her, but she liked it. In deep forest green flared pants and a long sleeved rainbow striped shirt, Y/N is watering the planters in front of her shop as well as the little ones attached below the windows. It was always a little cool in the mornings, but she had checked her weather app and seen that it was actually going to be the first cold day of the season. The first cold day since she had arrived actually. As much as she liked the sun, she also loved fall and winter, so she was excited to experience them for the first time in the little border town.

She smiles to herself as she moves around gracefully. In her back pocket, her music plays softly, Paul Simon sings lovingly to her. She hums along and moves to deal with the planter at the edge of the sidewalk. But she’s foiled by a man she seems to think about far too much for how much she says she dislikes him. Harry jogs back a half step upon realizing he has run into her yet again. One would assume that one of them would either change their routine or know to step out of the way or really just be a little bit more aware of their surroundings with how many times this has happened since Y/N’s arrival. Of course, their stubborn personalities actually require them to be unrelenting in this area of their lives as well. Much like the shade debate, the who was in the way of who debate is still majorly undecided.

“Oi!” He looks down at his shirt and it has a substantial wet spot on it. She had spilled some of the watering can’s contents.

“Excuse you!” She says simultaneously, not realizing she’d gotten water on him.

“I’m not the one who just threw water on someone.”

“Neither am I. You ran into me, it’s not my fault you never look where you’re going.”

“You’re just always in my way. This has been my route for ages, I’m not going to change it just because you moved in next door.” His hands fly around in annoyance and anger.

“You’re unbelievable!”

“Well! I can’t stand you!

“Clearly!” “Cleary.” They’re both huffing out insults that don’t seem to really be going anywhere. Harry has straightened his posture for once and she actually finds his true height slightly intimidating. They both breath for a moment, finding no other words to fill the tranquil morning silence that they had just disturbed.

“Are we ever going to have a conversation where we’re not at each other’s throats?” She sighs, feeling upset that the nice Fall day was suddenly ruined for the rest of time just because of this.The bickering with Harry was tedious and she couldn’t keep going like this. Being in a completely new place and running a small business was hard enough as it is. Something snapped in her just then, hoping to squash a part of her life that is causing her stress and exhaustion.

Harry’s expression falters, his eyes losing that glint of angered passion for a moment, he wasn’t expecting that response. It wasn’t necessarily mean, it was more like she was resigned. Simply done with the conversation. He felt his anger and annoyance slip away rather quickly at her question. She sees his mustache twitch, which she realized happened when he was either amused or confused. She didn’t think what she said was funny so she presumed he wasn’t sure what to make of what she had just said. Her head tilts to the side and waits for his response. Her watering can falls to her side now, making herself a little more comfortable and leaving only a small amount of air between her and Harry.

“Tired out already? Thought you were more of a competitor than that.” He mirrors her by tilting his head as well.

“I didn’t realize we were in any sort of competition.” She stepped forward and straightened her posture a little, feeling challenged by the tone he had taken. She may have a kind and soft exterior for most, but she was nothing if not fierce in her core. She was an Aries afterall. She wondered what Harry might be, she wasn’t super into astrology, but she was sure that he wasn’t an Aries. Aries were fiery and passionate and were very unwilling to admit defeat, so he had just hit the exact right note to keep her from squashing their now long-standing quarrel.

“We’re not. I just thought I had met my match, guess I was wrong.”

He looks off in the distance to be nonchalant, like he wasn’t trying to bait her even if that’s exactly what he was going for. Sure, he found her annoying, for whatever reason. But he had realized when she had posed the question, that he hadn’t had this much excitement in a while. Nothing and no one really challenged him in the little border town, his work was easy enough, money wasn’t tight, friends were easily made, and partners for the night were easy to find. He didn’t dislike any of those facts, truly, he counted himself lucky and was overjoyed that he lived there. But the verbal sparring he engaged in with Y/N fulfilled a need he hadn’t realized was going unsatisfied. He would never admit it, but she was often a highlight of his day. Getting into a little quarrel with her brought a smile to his face when he recalled it later. The bird she had started to flip him before bed made him genuinely laugh. He liked it, so when she seemed to want it to end, he did what he knew would make her change her mind. Tease her.

“I see...bonne journée, cul.” She decided to bid him farewell, knowing he didn’t plan on apologizing any time soon. She turned her body from him and Harry understood enough French that she had ended the conversation with a “good day”. He also knew that she had called him an “ass” as well. His brows raised for a moment at the insult before giving a flicked salute in her direction and jogging off for his morning run.

For some reason, after a moment of knowing Harry had gone she glanced up in his direction and watched his retreating figure. And for some reason she found herself looking back down at the flowers and smiling to herself. Somewhere inside her she was glad Harry hadn’t given into her veiled request to stop fighting. It was a strange sensation because as tiring it was to bicker with him, she feared if they stopped then they would stop talking at all and her heart panged at the thought. She didn’t know why and she didn’t care to know why either.

-

The bell of the book shop chimes and Y/N pops up from behind the counter. She had been crouched out of sight trying to organize the books of notes on customers Marie had left that Y/N had only just found. She hadn’t realized the cabinet existed in the counter so when she accidentally slid it open she was a little taken aback. Still, she was quickly distracted by the new customer. Her cream collared shirt was unbuttoned to where her collarbone and decalotage were on display, some gold medallions hanging around her neck today. Her worn light wash blue jeans were barely visible behind the counter due to her height. In her hair was a classic red bandana, pulling back her hair out of her face save for the strands that worked themselves free on their own accord.

Her smile was wide, happy to see the first customer of the day as she pinched at her shirt to make sure it was in place. Her posture slumped immediately when she realized that her first customer wasn’t a likely customer at all, instead who else but Harry. A mischievous glint in his eyes as he strolled in and right up to the counter. He leaned his large body down to rest his head in his hands and look up at her. He crossed one ankle over his other, getting comfortable as he stared wickedly up at her.

She wet her lips and took a step back. It was her first look at him today, apparently missing him on his morning run. Maybe she should have thought something of that after their encounter yesterday, but she didn’t. Like most days, his trousers were high waisted, Gucci likely - how he afforded them, she had no clue - and his usual shirt had now been accompanied with a striped red, black, and yellow open cardigan. His hair looked wet like he had just taken a shower, most of it was pushed up but a few strands fell over his large forehead. His mustache looked freshly trimmed and the rest of his facial hair had yet to leave any shadow after his obvious shave.

“Harry.” She says definitively, regarding him with even contempt.

“Ice Queen.” He levels, eyes narrowing.

She scoffs immediately. “At least give me something original...or accurate maybe. I may not like you, but ice queen? Hardly.”

He genuinely chuckles at her quick response and nods, agreeing easily with her for once. “You’re right. It was weak, I’ll admit. Feel like you need a nickname though, thought something really rude might upset you.” He smirks cheekily. His agreement doesn’t make her feel like she’s won at all, unsurprisingly.

She rolls her eyes at his comment. “Care to let me know why you’re gracing me with your presence today, Mr. Styles?” Moving around the counter, she begins to walk to the back of the shop, assuming Harry would follow her if he needed to. He apparently did and walked after her after realizing she wasn’t coming back.

He gives a half-laugh, “Yeah, I came in for a new record. I saw you decided to restock them...thought I’d pop in. It’s easier to get them here than order online...Curtain-hater.” He adds the name as an afterthought.

She glances at him from the bookcase she’s standing at, her eyes shifting to meet his. A smile fades into her features as she can’t contain the giggle at his new attempt at a nickname. She then wrinkles her nose, “That isn’t good either, but proficient try, I guess.” She gives him points for actually relating the name to her in some way, but it still doesn’t incite any anger in her which she knows is what he is going for. She probably should question herself why she’s helping Harry to nickname her something rude, but alas, she doesn’t. He nods solemnly, knowing she’s right again. He needs to find a nickname for her and he doesn’t know why, but he’s glad she seems alright with him giving her one, so long as it is fitting.

Her body shifts from the bookcase over to the boxes she had gotten to hold the vinyls. She had a small collection since the place was small overall, but Marie’s old collection had sold successfully so she had restocked afterwards, this time choosing some of her personal favorites.

“I’m not sure of your taste...I know you bought Marie’s Ella Fitzgerald album last time.” She sifts through the records, trying to find something she thought he might want. Like she said, she didn’t know what he liked, but she prided herself on knowing music and as an owner helping a customer, she wanted to please Harry. She knew he liked Ella from his previous purchase and she knew he liked Marvin Gaye in the evenings when he had guests - how very cliche she would add. “I mostly got in 70’s/80’s rock...Elton, Queen -”

“Got any Paul Simon?” Harry cuts her off and she looks at him surprised. Her fingers stopped when she looked up at him, their tips placed on the peaks of the albums covers. “Thought I heard it here the other day?”  

Her face perks up at the mention, she loved Paul Simon. “That was on my phone, but I do actually. Well, it’s Simon & Garkunkel. I can order something from just Paul Simon whenever I have to order again if you want?” Their gazes are holding each other’s, her fingers still rubbing over the pointed edges of the two albums she had between her hands. Harry’s watching her and leaning against the table the boxes sit on.

He nods after a moment. “That’d be great.”

“You’ll have to tell me which records of his you already have so I can order something new for you.” She grabs the Simon & Garfunkel album and flips it to Harry so he can look it over.

He regards the Parsley, Sage, Rosemary & Thyme cover reading over the fine print with all the tracks listed on the bottom right. “Thanks,” he mutters out after another moment of silence. It was rarely this quiet between these two, so it was different. “I’ll take it, Shrimp.”

“Oh my god!” She gasps before bursting into a fit of laughter. He had actually made her laugh and his eyes widen at the sound, almost confused that she hadn’t scoffed. Her laughter was far louder now then the half-hearted chuckle she had given earlier, which really was probably just another scoff. This laugh was loud and unbridled, but melodic and fun. In the back of Harry’s mind, he noted that he liked it. The first bullet point on a list that was likely to grow.  “That works, just the perfect amount of rude. I love and hate it at the same time.” She finishes before walking back to the front. Harry saunters after her, pleased with himself.  

“I’d like to say I wasn’t looking for your approval, but I guess I sorta was,” he ponders out loud as she takes the record back from him to type in the correct spelling into her relatively new computerized system. She twists her mouth to the side of her face to refrain from smiling anymore and then hums. Her eyes flit back up to Harry’s triumphant smile and for once she doesn’t want to slap it off of him.

“People-pleaser…” She prods him easily. His smile falters only slightly, not out of unhappiness, but of borderline jealousy.

“How do you come up with that so easily? It just rolls off the tongue,” He asks seriously, confused by the woman before him. This time she laughs as she hands him back the record and a copy of his receipt.

“I’m well read, that usually helps, but maybe it’s just my intrinsic wit that gives me an edge,” she raises her brows slightly, before beginning to walk off now that their exchange is done. She’s surprised she doesn’t want to rip her hair out after that encounter, but she figures she should simply count her blessings. “Au revoir, trouser-boy!”

He rolls his eyes as he turns on his heel and exits the shop, amused rather than annoyed with the bookkeeper.

-

enjoy! lmk what you thought :) part 2

[yelenasdog]

my girlfriend is a witch (spencer reid x witchy! fem reader)

INSPIRED BY THE SONG “My Girlfriend Is a Witch” BY October Country

genre: fluff w like maybe two seconds of angst

summary: he could feel she was hiding something, but she didn’t mean for him to find out like this.

words: 2.6k 

warnings: i cannot think of any for the life of me other than crying. also, disclaimer at the end of fic.

a/n: pls listen to “my girlfriend is a witch” by october country and “john barleycorn (must die)” by traffic, while u read. i’ve been meaning to get this fic out for ages, so i hope this is good! enjoy lovies!

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It was hot, humid, and sticky under the Malibu sun.

Rubber soles from both boots and sandals alike, most likely the cheap ones you can buy at any tourist-targeted shops surrounding the vacationer heavy area, stuck to the asphalt streets, leaving a sticky tar in its wake.

SSA Y/n Y/l/n was not a fan, to put it lightly.

Her arm hung limp against her forehead as she leaned back against the black leather seats of the car she resided in, the material burning her bare arms. Literally.

And even if she were to be exaggerating, she still strongly felt that welts would be left where she had placed her limb for far too long.

She long ago had abandoned her blazer in the backseat of her vehicle due to the excruciating heat, the cotton material feeling heavy on her arms, so she turned up the AC with one hand, while slicking back the baby hairs that had managed to fall onto her forehead with the other. It was graced with beads of sickly sweat, not unlike the rest of her body.

Some repetitive song played on the stereo that she couldn’t quite figure out how to operate in the outdated FBI issued vehicle she was using, adding to her annoyance of what seemed to be to no end. 

The unfortunate ride was the result of her normal vehicle being in the shop, and rather than pay for a rental, she took whatever was left in the garage, however horrible it may be.

After sitting in hours of tiresome traffic, enduring the aforementioned reptititive song, and the entire John Barleycorn Must Die album later, (hey, it was in the glovebox, and it beat whatever had been on the radio) she finally had arrived at her destination.

She stepped out of the car, huffing at the sight in front of her. She took her black RayBans off, sliding them into her pocket of her slacks before slamming the silver door. Y/n then winced at the cracking sound that rang out. She walked forward, not wanting to look at the damage she had caused.

“That’s coming out of my paycheck.” She muttered, chewing on her chapped bottom lip, feeling the sting shoot through her nerves.

The door to the PD office she had been approaching swung open by a very frustrated officer. He breezed past her and she leaned back, placing a hand onto the warm concrete of the establishment behind her. She barely was missed by him in all his rage.

Y/l/n squinted her eyes, the rays of light clouding her vision. She began to regret taking her glasses off earlier, but disregarded the thought and continued into brick building.

The first person that she saw when she entered was the local sheriff. He was medium build, bald, and there was a bright grin that covered his face, far too bright for the current atmosphere, in her humble opinion.

“Ah, Agent, It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She reached forward offering a self-manicured hand, still slightly sweaty from the car ride.

“Pleasure’s all mine. So,” she began, walking over to where the rest of the team was examining what seemed to be a yellowed piece of parchment.

“What are we looking at?” She questioned, doing her best to get a look at whatever it was at the center of attention.

Almost like clockwork, or perhaps like a dog who was able to sense their favorite person arriving home, Spencer appeared from the back of the precinct, coffees in hand. 

He passed the one is his right hand to his girlfriend, leaning forward for a kiss on the cheek that Y/n had almost ignored. She rolled her eyes at the needy man, muttering “thank you, Spencer” In a sarcastic tone, placing a quick peck on his cheek. He pouted, and she rolled her eyes once more.

As she walked forward and took a sip of the hot drink, the rest of the BAU parted, allowing her to observe the sheet. After looking at it for a few moments, she spoke up, her words overlapping with Hotch’s.

“We have no idea what it is, Penelope did a search and couldn’t find anything of use, it doesn’t translate to anything-“

“These are runes and glyphs. Horribly written, not by someone who’s an expert in the craft. The corner of the page looks like there’s-“ she paused, leaning forward. Her eyes slimmed, scanning over the page, the necklace around her neck dangled, catching Spencer’s eye.

“Yeah, this looks like a sigil. If you give me some time I could try to work out what it was for.”

She looked up, meeting the confused glancing of everyone, including her boyfriend. Prentiss was the next to speak, albeit very cautiously.

“Alright, well, do you have any ideas about what the other symbols mean?”

“Off of the top of my head?” She turned towards the paper once more, “To reiterate, this person mixed multiple different kinds of glyphs, so it might be difficult to collectively translate them, but so far I’m getting life, death-“

“Very original of them.” Morgan joked, resulting in a smile and the signature eye roll of Y/n.

“Power, fear, balance. That’s the first line.”

“Reid, are you writing that down?” Aaron questioned. Spencer nodded, not even looking up from his clipboard where he was writing the info. “Y/n, continue.”

She bobbed her head once, bringing her attention back to the 2nd line. She was silent for a bit, at one point grabbing around for a sticky note and pen. When she didn’t find what she was looking for, she was carefully handed one by a reluctant Spence. 

Everyone watched in amazement, amusement, and a little bit of confusion, as she wrote on the paper, scribbling what looked like nonsense next to some dates. After what seemed like hours (but was really just minutes) she pulled away, looking towards her significant other.

“When were all the victims killed?”

“September 29th, November 6th, November 9th, and that’s it.”

“And how did each of the victims thus far die?”

Hotch cut in, his arms crossed and his glance careful. “How are you certain there will be more killings?”

She ignored him, turning to Reid.

“Reid, how did they die?”

“First victim, stab wound, 2nd victim drowned, 3rd victim-“

“Burned alive?”

As this was the first time she had been made aware of the case (she had been attending to other business back in Quantico and had to fly commercial with no wifi, meaning no access to Penny to catch her up), her knowledge bewildered them greatly.

Seeing their concern spread on their faces, she picked up the photocopy, bringing it to where they were huddled. She stood in the center, pinky pointing and following along with what she was speaking of.

“This symbol here,” she pointed, making sure she held everyone’s attention”, is a rune for “New Moon”.  She then went on to describe how each of the days correspond with the Moon phases, as well as the matching rune and glyphs left on the page.

“I still don’t understand how that explains more killings?” Spencer spoke, his usual high IQ seemingly not working, a problem he had whenever he was around his beloved.

She walked over to him and smiled, shaking her head. She then explained the rest of the runes in detail, how they each had a meaning that applied to the way they were killed, and how there was still one more moon phase left and one more element as well.

The pair was separated once more as Spencer nodded in understanding, his mouth left agape. She admired him for a brief moment, the way his eyes were like large stones of sparkling tiger eye, his lips the color of a rose. 

Interrupting her, Hotch pulled her into a meeting room where Morgan was already waiting. Spencer stared, following her movements.

“Spence? Let’s go work on the geographical profile?” Emily asked, already on her way. He nodded, slanting his eyes briefly through the blinds of the glass. He blinked a few times, feeling like grains of sand had sunk to his waterline. He shook his head like a wet dog, ridding blooming thoughts from his mind, then continuing on from where he stood, doing his best to turn his focus elsewhere completely.

Meanwhile, Hotch was questioning her, Y/n’s knowledge about how the runes and glyphs themselves were written coming in handy for what that meant about the unsub, as well as building a profile. She was surprisingly educated on the subject, which the unit chief had decided to ignore all together, staying focused on the case. 

By the end of the work day, the profile was ready to be delivered, she had figured out the presumably intended use of the sigil, and the geographic profile was nearly finished. 

Satisfied with the day's work, she happily bid her goodbyes and exited the horribly boring meeting room, finding Spencer waiting by the door, coffee still in hand. He looked around the area, his eyes wandering over the portraits that hung on the walls of former officers.

“Spence, you ready?” She quipped, taking the coffee out of his hand and taking a sip. Spencer huffed, taking it back from her and throwing it away, no longer craving the warm beverage once it had touched her lips.

Spencer nodded, wrapping a hand around her waist and starting the long walk to the SUV from the building. They were quiet for most of the miniature journey, listening to the chirps of the cicadas, and the hot summer wind blowing in the branches of the palm trees. Y/n hummed quietly, finding herself in a peaceful state as she walked along with Spencer.

Spencer, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. His mind was running, trying to process the day’s happenings. 

As maybe it was the obsidian that hung around her neck on a sterling silver chain, or perhaps the selenite she kept on her desk and the amethyst she made Penny keep in her batcave, claiming they were “just very pretty!”

It could have been the way she was seemingly always busy on full moons, or even the peculiar deck of “playing cards” that she keeps in her 2nd drawer of her desk, pushed far to the left.

Not to mention the jars of seemingly normal water that he wasn’t allowed to drink from or empty, and the odd combinations of what seemed to be shapes and letters that she had stitched on the inside of Spencer’s satchel (it took quite the convincing, but to her it was seemingly important, so he allowed it reluctantly).

Possibly most convincing of all was the events of the day, her enlightenment on the subjects at hand leaving an uneasiness in the genius’ stomach.

Spencer wasn’t sure how he couldn’t have figured it out sooner.

His girlfriend was a witch.

The realization made him stop suddenly in his tracks, causing her to briefly trip over her own feet. She gave him a conflicted look, concern also present within the glance.

“Spencer? What’s wrong, are you alright?”

He opened his mouth and then shut it again, whatever he had to say not completely ready to be put out in the world. He simply made a line with his lips before continuing on, leaving her where she stood. She cocked her head, confused noises leaving her throat. 

She jogged to catch up with the man, his long legs making him walk awfully fast. Usually, Spencer would slow down so she could walk beside him in harmony, occasionally holding hands. But as of now, she was struggling to stay in pace with him, and she was beginning to feel fairly annoyed.

“Spencer Walter Reid! What is going on!?”

He looked behind his shoulder, only slowing his pace rather than coming to a complete stop. She managed to fall back into step with him, her gaze never leaving his form.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She bit her tongue, then ran it over her front teeth unaware of what he was referring to. “Tell you what, Reid?”

He shook his head, once more allowing his lips to turn into a straight line, slightly puffing up at his cupid's bow. “You know, about being a witch, or whatever.” He was much quieter when saying the second part of the sentence, his voice quite low.

The statement had shocked Y/n to some degree, but she kept walking, still trying to stay in step with the doctor. She wasn’t quite sure how to go about this, if she should lie and tell him he was being silly, if she should come clean about her “hobbies”. She simply didn’t know.

She decided to just not speak until much later. 

It was after the car ride with the rest of the team (which was quite awkward, considering they could tell something was off between the two lovers), and after they both had eaten and showered before getting ready for bed. Y/n was sitting on one twin sized bed, while Spencer was sitting on the other, reading something from his laptop, which was very unlike him.

Y/n on the other hand couldn’t keep her mind off of the question he had asked earlier. I mean, she had an answer, that much was true. But if she wanted to give it to him, she could not bear to decide. She was staring at the cheesy hotel art on the beige wall, heat still radiating in from the open window that was cracked in the first place to combat the lack of AC.

Her gaze never faltered from the painting of the vase of flowers, the colors seemingly muted. She began to speak, slowly, cautiously.

“I didn’t tell you, because I honestly didn’t think you would care. I mean, maybe you would, but I thought that your whole science thing would make you think I was nuts…” She shook her head, looking to the ceiling. She could feel her boyfriend burning holes into the side of her head, staring.

“Although there’s plenty of science to back it up, and even if there wasn’t, science accepts or rejects ideas based on the evidence; it doesn’t-”

“-Prove or disprove them.”

She looked over and met Spencer’s sad hazel eyes, suddenly feeling very, very guilty.

His voice was quiet as a mouse, he was unable to keep eye contact for long, feeling the need to turn away.

“Metaphysics is an interesting form of philosophy that i’ve done a fair amount of research on, and the CIA has done extensive research on astral projection among other things widely considered to be nonsense phenomena, discarded by most otherwise.”

Her heart sunk and sang all at once, an inexplicable emotion rising like the tide, all the way up to her eyes, a tear slipping out and rolling down her cheek.

“If it’s important to you, it’s important to me. I would have listened, Y/n. I still will, if you care to tell me about it.” 

She looked up from the beige comforters of the motel room bed, feeling an almost magnetic pull tugging her towards Spencer. So she stood and he opened his arms, allowing her to find comfort in his embrace.

“I’m sorry Spence.”

“It’s alright, I just want you to know how much you mean to me, Y/n/n. I will respect and handle anything and everything you throw my way, okay? Nothing could change how much I love you.”

She nodded, a muffled “okay” leaving her lips. He chuckled, pulling her closer. They stayed in that position for some time, savouring each other’s warmth. After she collected herself, feeling rejuvenated, she pulled away, a bright grin creeping its way onto her features.

“So,” she smirked, Spencer raised an unruly brow. 

“Where do you wanna start?”

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kinda hate it ngl. but i hope someone out there enjoyed it. for sure not my best writing and it’s a bit confusing but whatever.

DISCLAIMER: my mother and i both regularly participate in metaphysical practices, such as tarot, oracle, the usage of incense and crystals, sigils, spirit guide communication, etc. as well as several practices drawn from hinduism but regularly (and wrongly) culturally appropriated by the west, (chakras, manifestation) while also identifying with and following the methodist faith. i understand and appreciate the origins of it within hinduism, and this is in no way meant to offend anyone whatsoever and is simply for entertainment purposes. no closed practices should be participated in unless invited or born into said practice, and none have been, nor will be. (:

(also ty to roo for educating me on hinduism and how it’s been morphed and appropriated by the west, mwah ur the best)

 love u, xx hj

[kohihari]

howl’s moving castle is my favorite studio ghibli movie and the only solid reasoning i really have is because i am, a simp.

(im kidding its a beautiful movie)

and so today i will be rating this beautiful man, the blueprint for my longhaired guy with earrings type, on what i’d like to call:

｡+ﾟ.。+。｡+ﾟ.。+。howl’s (who’s) your favorite? ｡+ﾟ.。+｡+ﾟ.。+。。(´ω｀*)

where i tell you my rankings of the different versions of howl, let’s start!

#12 slimy howl

slimy howl is on the bottom of my list because LORD i cannot imagine touching him like that. WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE THAT?? if this is some sort of version of menstrual cramps to him i just don’t think i could wake up and say good morning sweetie just for him to wake me up with a slimy kiss. sorry.

#11 monster howl

this is the least howl form of howl and i simply do not like it. it represents his humanity being stripped away and shows him as his worst form, the beast that he must turn to the greater his power becomes. he’s the least himself in this form and that’s not good >:( scary to look at but higher ranked than slimy howl because at least his feathers are soft

#10 howl shoyo from haikyuu (omg hes #10 too i didnt even plan that)

karasuno’s best decoy’s entire appearance was only a big mental breakdown over his hair! he’s not ugly or anything but he’s very unhappy in this scene and i get it cuz one time i cut my bangs too short and looked like goshiki from haikyuu mixed with atsushi’s bangs but not cute and i started crying so i understand. unhappy howl is defo not my favorite howl (but he scores higher than slimy and monster because he is at least a human here)

#9 bird centaur howl

THIS MAN LOOKS LIKE HE WAS WEARING A SKIN TIGHT BIRD MASCOT COSTUME AND TOOK OFF THE HEAD. WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT. THE WORST POSSIBLE LOOK FOR ANY HALF HUMAN HALF ANIMAL CREATURE. ITS LIKE YOU SHUFFLED SOME KIND OF SUPERHERO GENERATOR AND GOT THE MOST UNNATURAL LOOKING ONE. HE LOOKS ANGRY. 

#8 werebird howl

oh absolutely NOT. can you IMAGINE having to see the fucking feather things POP OUT OF HIS FACE????? oh good god help me. higher on the list because he looks kinda cool (maybe because it looks like facial hair?)

#7 surprise its howl!

LOOK AT HIM IN HIS LITTLE HAT. he’s all “ayo i gotchu follow my ring its like a little gps oh dont worry about wifi i have data”. he looks like those little nutcracker toys. only complaints is that green is not his color and he looks like a figure of authority and i dont really like figures of authority. still looks really dorky and cute tho! <3

#6 3/4 bird howl

i know what you may be thinking, “what the fuck.” and i understand. why is a bird howl so high on the list? but look at him! he’s not just a bird anymore. this is the thing that represent his loss of humanity, but now he uses that form to protect sophie, which is very empowering if you ask me! for someone who didn’t care about his heart he’s sure got a big one :> look at his little smile!

#5 injured little birdie howl

i know i just talked about his humanity and shit but he. looks. so. sexy. here. i dont wanna fuck a bird, okay. maybe its the jawline. maybe its the way his guard is down. maybe its the vulnerability in his face. maybe i need a therapist. it’s like...”im fighting to be human! its just so difficult....pls take care of me..” i dont know. the earring ties it all together. like he’s injured. and he’s a bird. but like, classy.

#4 haku from spirited away

DISCLAIMER: THIS LIST IS NOT THE ORDER OF ATTRACTIVENESS I FIND THE HOWLS. IT IS SIMPLY MY FAVORITE HOWLS IN ORDER, GENERALLY. I DO NOT WANT TO FUCK HOWL AS A CHILD. I DO NOT WANT TO FUCK A BIRD EITHER.

he’s so cute!!! he wanted to save a shooting star!!! he just didn’t know what would happen okay >:0 he is still so tiny and the little ribbon is so cute he looks like a little villager from animal crossing but guess what he’s actually a wizard! how cool is that!

#3 idol howl

i say idol because howl kind of reminds me of a kpop idol here??? i think it’s cuz he looks very pretty. and maybe his blonde hair is like when kpop idols dye their hair different colors and youre like oh wow that looks nice??? :0 classic howl look, probably the first image people think of when remembering his face! great fashion sense, the shirt, the necklace, his little jacket, the EARRINGS! a very aesthetically pleasing howl. he wouldn’t just take you to a movie on your first date he’d bring you into one <3 the walking in the sky scene is a classic! its beautiful!!! slowdancing with this howl is the dream. (only at #3 because of personal preference, i dont usually simp for blonde characters for some reason) also his character development hasnt happened yet so he’s still pretty selfish (but he’s also still pretty pretty)

#2 princess howl

LISTEN. THIS IS AFTER HIS LITTLE HAIR DYE MENTAL BREAKDOWN. BUT HE IS SO. PRETTY. i cannot EXPLAIN how pretty he is here. the length of his hair is so perfect. and it’s BLACK? oh god. this is such a close #2. he is so pretty. i actually think this look is his prettiest. im sorry i have no more funny commentary because hes actually so pretty. he’s #2 only because. he was acting so spoiled. I MEAN NOT REALLY. he’s just so dramatic but who could say no to THAT?? his earrings..his hair..his EYELASHES? no one looks this good lying down. let me spoil u my baby <333

#1 husband howl!!!!!!!!!

this is a man in love. look at him smile. you could just fall for him on the spot. this man can cook! he is so excited to show u the house he made with his magic!! and he gets you your own FLOWER GARDEN????? did you know flowers have a language i bet all of them are like “eternal love” “endless happiness” or something- well no he’s a wizard i bet all the flowers smell like happiness and sunshine. his shirt tucked in? AWOOGA! god he looks so good in those pants. he is so romantic. he is so genuinely happy. and he doesn’t even realize he’s in love with you!! he just wants you to smile. all the other howls i’d go yes i’ll do the cooking yes i’ll do the cleaning but THIS HOWL? “oh sweetie youre not feeling well? let me cook something for you to heal up, no don’t move, stay right there and rest” this howl is so endlessly cute and perfect and romantic and happy. if there’s something to be learned is that u may be pretty u may be sexy but u look the best when ur happy. oh my god he looks like he smells good too.

and that’s all! i hope you enjoyed (or actually read) 

｡+ﾟ.。+。｡+ﾟ.。+。howl’s (who’s) your favorite? ｡+ﾟ.。+｡+ﾟ.。+。。(´ω｀*)

i hope everyone is well and i hope u liked this little list! any comments or replies are very appreciated because i dont wanna look like a psychopath talking about howl LMAO

[crossovereddie]

Thoughts on S11xE3

Me being a mom means now these recaps will be up at random times unlike when I used to be on a schedule. Let’s get right into it. Again I’m not a spoiler free blog. This post is one big ass spoiler.

Wtf was that intro

Great now my wifi connection is fucking up

I’m actually watching with my husband so if he says some dumb shit I’ll let y’all know

Debbie is hella annoying damn

Fred’s room is so calming

OH MY GOSH WTF

THAT WAS OUT OF NOWHERE

OH MY GOSH

AN EXPLICIT SEX SCENE?!

IS THIS REAL LIFE

WHAT

Okay I’m in shock I had to pause

“I mean....it’s kinda hot.” I HATE MY HUSBAND BYE

We started that scene over lmao

DIRTY CONVICT

HANDS AROUND HIS THROAT FUCK THATS WOW

A JONAS BROTHER PLS

JOE ALDNRSkdbd

“Joe was my fave too” seriously I hate my husband 😂😂😂

IM TOTALLY NICK

BITCH NICK JONAS WAS MY FIRST TRUE LOVE

MICKEY REALLY IS MY SON

“Jonas loving slut” that’s me

“I’m gonna get you pregnant” IMFUCKING SCREAMING

REALLY I SCREAMED

“If you scream again and wake Gid up before we finish this scene I swear to god we’re done” I HATE MY HUSBAND SOMEONE COME GET HIM

PRISON PORN

POWER BOTTOM

I WILL PASS OUT

COLOR IT ORANGE AND CALL IT IAN STFU

We had to pause and rewatch that scene a few times

“So would you fuck Mickey or ian if you could?” “Uh....i don’t know man. Maybe ian. He looks like an emotional lover and you know I’m vanilla” “he just had his hands around mickeys throat” “It looked soft....Do that later ” have I mentioned how much I hate my husband?

Okay wtf Debbie but I also laughed

“Why can’t little miss sunshine wear pants?” Thank you Carl

Did frank say “you are”??

“Well who sticks it in who” oh god

“Mines wider which is the only metric that matters” he’s not wrong

They’re fighting about who is prettier this is all I’ve ever wanted

I actually love them so much guys I’m so fond of both of them not just Mickey WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN

ugh tami

Hubs: “She’s hot....oh but we hate her” me: “yeah she’s hot but where’s my girlfriend”

I love how gallagher Mickey is in that scene 😭😭😭😭

Mickey Gallagher 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

No Liam don’t leave her lolololol

Kev would be a tp hoarder

VERSOCKY

Hub: “I want that tracksuit” “I will leave you”

WHERE IS MY GIRLFRIEND

I NEED MY GIRLFRIEND

I MISS HER PRETTY FACE

HE TOOK HER TO THE WRONG SCHOOL THATS SO FUNNY

WHY DID I LAUGH SO HARD

Frank tried

Ugh bye Carl

SHES CALLING HIM BILLIE IM DONE

WHERE THE FUCK IS SANDY

Aw Kermit and Tommy made up

Hi Mickey baby I love you

MICKEY WORKING OUT

“since I married a body shamer” BABY PLS

Mickey is so pretty wowowowowow

KEGGY BANK

I hate that these dumb jokes have me laughing

My Mickey is so smart

HE SAID SWOLE

Omg the flexing more like when I “flex” my baby’s arms and tell him he’s a strong boy after tummy time 😭😭😭😭😭

Now I’m thinking of Mickey as a tiny baby and I wanna cry

I told my husband this and he rolled his eyes 😭😭😭

DAMN YOU TELL HIM IAN’S COWORKER!!

Why are they so caught up on this

Oh no brad’s baby 🥺🥺🥺

Put your fucking mask on Tami it’s a hospital

Still waiting for Sandy

“Rain girl” another stupid joke that made me laugh

Franny is too cute

I really hate Carl’s storyline

SANDY

BABY

GOSH SHES SO HOT

HELP ME RELAX INSTEAD

FUCK SHES SO HOT

IM SO IN LOVE

“If you left me for her I’d understand” thanks hubs. If you left me for ian I’d understand too

Okay bye kev I need more sandy

I’m the #1 Sandy Milkovich stan

I wish we could’ve gotten more seasons with her 😭😭😭

Oh gosh kev

Who thought “hmm. Let’s make the crazy cop who abuses their power a black woman”???? This show is so fucking ridiculous most of the time

How ooc Mickey loves working out

Mickey with the Alibi crew is always my fave

Remember how supportive they were when he came out

I hate Tami :))))))))

Fuck

Sandy

Pls

Aunt Fiona :(

Is “fuck if I know” Mickey????

He better be in the family group chat

I FUCKING HATE CARLS STORYLINE

I just want ian to have a job he loves somewhere he’s respected

I’m proud of you ian

Mickey has the best arms

“Put some pants on you’re turning me on a little bit” MICKEY

Mickey is so fucking smart

My baby

You make me so proud

I love the way he says Jesus

“Man swole”

BABYFACE

BOUFANT

Me as V breaking up the fight

“Or they” I love franny :(

Fuck frank I need a franny and uncle mickey day

Oh no....

They’re really gonna do this to frank huh?

I’m actually sad

I honestly didn’t see this coming

I mean I kinda figured something was gonna happen to frank since it’s the last season but this isn’t what I was expecting

I’m just assuming at this point btw

Yes V pls parent them

YOU TELL THEM V

Pouty Mickey :(((((

Lip is the best person

I love this tattoo scene

Frank nooooo

Why am I getting emotional

So is hubs

Ugh sandy I love you

Debbie sucks man

“I’d divorce you but you never signed a prenup”

“Fuck you cop” MICKEY PLS

DEBBIE SUCKS

TELL HER LIP

Yikes

Maybe don’t tell her that

She is hella annoying though and doesn’t take any responsibility ever

FRANNY IS THE BEST 😭😭😭

MICKEY CALLED IAN DADDY

DADDY

OH MY GOD

Uber masculine slut

OH MY GOD!!!!!

NICK JONAS

THEYRE FUCKING TO A JONAS BROTHERS SONG

OH MY GOD

This episode man.....wow.....I don’t even know what to say. All Gallavich aside though I really am enjoying this season so far! Again sorry for the random posting time. My husband and I really missed watching the show together and this was our only free time. I cant wait to rewatch this episode later! I hope y’all enjoyed watching as much as we did!

[khaleesiofalicante]

me, nodding of to sleep: IM HERE IM HERE

did my head just loll to the side? you will never know. first of all this chapter was the most beautiful thing i have ever read. Mavid have my HEART. It's also 4 16 am so im sorry if the reactions are a little bland but this was PERFECT.

me, throughout the whole thing: mavid mavid mavid

They had kissed for the first time almost a week ago. And they had kissed again. A couple of times.

Okay fine, they had kissed a lot since then.

Not a lot a lot. But a lot.

Wait a minute. How much kissing was a lot of kissing?

this is adorable

“I heard he cried when he found out Lexi and Liv were dating,” David chuckled.

yup that's jace

“We have to pay to talk on the phone?” Max asked incredulously. “I thought it was free.”

“Of course it isn’t free, Max!” David chuckled. “We have to pay for WiFi too.”

“This is ridiculous!” Max said. “Next you will say we have to pay for electricity.”

“Um, we do have to pay for electricity,” David chuckled again.

we pay for water too

but max you didnt know-

“Don’t let them guilt trip you!” Max had chastised. “They like doing chores. Let them do it. They fight demons all day and then come home and do chores. I feel like it’s their form of therapy. They need this.”

cant relate nope

“I don’t know,” Max groaned. “My family is so dramatic.”

the lightwood-banes in one sentence

THERE ARE SO MANY FEELS MY HEART CANNOT CONTAIN

“Well, too late!” Max announced. “This date is going to be the best first date in the history of first of dates.”

In retrospect, he really shouldn’t have said that.

nah its gonna be great

“Perhaps you should just take him to the New York Library. They have, uh, books.”

yes that is what they keep in libraries

OH MY GOD THE FRIEND IS ELYASS

HERE'S MY FAVORITE DEMON Y'ALL

His parents would not be pleased if they knew Max was summoning demons for relationship advice.

But they had also encouraged Max to make friends with everyone regardless of their identity. So, technically this was their fault. They gave him very mixed messages.

well-

you know i really shouldnt have laughed at the demon attack news but for some reason i did

i blame my sleep deprivation

shit i feel sick

you know maybe i shouldve just waited till the morning...

ok but the demon attack is NOT coincidental

there is something going on

“I thought dragon demons were extinct!” Max yelled over the commotion.

well-

ANJALI

“Man, fuck the orders!” Max said in frustration.

if you get hurt ill kill you

oh it's not her

well fuck

“That was an Armani, you piece of shit!” Rafael yelled at the demon. Max almost laughed.

THE AUDACITY

It really did. Dragon demons smelled like they lived inside a boys locker room.

well that's nice to know

FUCK THEY ARE TALKING NOW???

ok what is going on

“Say the thing!!!”

“I’m not saying the damn thing, you maniac!”

“Say the thing!”

Rafael groaned and raised his hands, the alliance rune lighting up.

“I’m not just a shadowhunter,” Rafael said through gritted teeth. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.”

LMAO THEM

“Well, demons are stupid,” Max pointed out.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Rafael said with a mouthful of food. “You are half demon after all.”

Im so sleepy i cant even react to this

but THEM I CANT-

WHERE.IS.ALEC

Max wanted to laugh. Only David would worry about another person while being injured in the infirmary.

MUST BE PROTECTED

Max nodded; his throat still dry. He couldn’t stop staring at David. At the wound. At the blood.

Also, maybe the naked chest.

AHEM

OH MY GOD JAIME IS ALIVE

we're getting lightwood-bane fluff LET ME CRY

alec...

on one hand alec smoking is fucking hot BUT WITH THE MUNDANE DISEASES OH HELL NAH

“But it tastes so good when it’s from your plate!” Max said with a mouth full of food.

“Oh, you want my food? Here!” Rafael grinned and threw a piece of chicken at his face.

Max caught it with his mouth cause wasting food was a crime. “Thanks, bro!”

“You little s-”

HE CAUGHT IT IN HIS MOUTH

“And no fighting over chicken!” Bapak pointed out. “We can always summon some more.”

“Order,” dad corrected. “We don’t summon. We order. And then we pay.”

“How do we destroy capitalism if we have to pay for everything?” Max asked.

Max has a point y'know

“That’s rich coming from someone who is wearing an Armani jacket,” Max stuck out his tongue.

“It was a gift!” Rafael said, furiously chewing on his chicken.

“Does that mean Bapak is a capitalist?” Max asked.

LMAO

Max: What even-

Max: Can shadowhunters get high on iratzes lol

CAN THEY???

David: Mr Herondale yelled “Yes! Two out of three!”

MOOD

PLEASE RAFAEL AND MAGNUS ARE LIKE "About time"

SAME THOUGH

“David is what you get if Dad and Uncle Jace and Uncle Jem had a baby.”

STOP NO

“Oh,” Max said. “Uh, David and I…We are dating.”

Dad choked on his coffee. “Excuse me?”

Bapak chuckled next to him. “Of course you didn’t know.”

“You two are dating?” dad demanded. “Since when? Who else knows about this? Why didn’t you tell us before? Were you dating when you were in London? Magnus, did you know about this?”

“There you go!” Max yelled triumphantly. “That’s the dramatic reaction I was looking for. Thanks, dad!”

There's alec. Yup

OH MY GOD NOT THE SEX TALK

good thing i had wattpad I MEAN-

“Kissing?” dad gaped. “On the mouth???”

“Um, where else would we kiss?” Max asked incredulously.

“Well, actually,” Bapa cleared his throat. “There are many ways you can enjoy-”

IM CACKLING

And that’s how the next hour turned out to be the most painful and most embarrassing hour of his life.

Max decided he would rather get attacked by a hoard of dragon demons than sit through it any longer

“You guys know we have something called the internet, right?” Max demanded.

“Well, the internet can have mixed messages,” Bapak sniffed. “We on the other hand have real life experien-”

“Magnus!” dad looked red in the face.

“Fine,” Bapak sighed. “Now moving on to the importance of lubrication and-”

“I’m begging you to stop,” Max groaned.

THE NOISES WHICH LEFT MY MOUTH ARE NOT OK TO BE MAKING AT 3 30 AM

“I’ll have you know this conversation utterly traumatized me. I demand financial compensation.”

HE'S SO DRAMATIC

“Well,” dad said carefully. “David is…”

“French?” Max asked.

i blame my sleep deprived ass for laughing at this

next thing i know someone's being tortured and im laughing because i dont have sleep in my system

Max honey...

listen to him

i for one, dont want a repeat of pg 511 cols

oh he's finding out about the incident

that's what i call it

Max thought of all the stories he had heard then. The one of the warlock who killed people who he could bring back his dead girlfriend. The one about a nephilim mother who paired up with prince of hell to bring back her dead son.

oh yeah...

shudder

They called it The Jem effect.

AYYYYY

It was true. In fact, he used to have a crush on both Tessa and Jem. It’s how he had found he was bisexual.

very very valid. have a good day sir

AWW MAX DIDNT KNOW HE COULD BLUSH

you know it's a sign ive been watching b99 too much that i was imagining mina talking like gina...

pls send help

ALSO MINA BESTEST SDCHJDFVYDYUGFYUGFVDYVFD

“Can we not talk about my boyfriend’s sperm, please?”

im surprised my parents havent woken up by the sound i let out

BUT HEY THE DOOR'S CLOSED SO

SUGGENS MINA

“I’m hearing an inflated sense of self-importance,” he heard Ragnor call from the bathroom. “Is Magnus here?”

“Just the spawn,” Max called back.

THE SPAWN BYE-

“He is married to the Consul!” Tessa chuckled. “And one of his sons is a shadowhunter.”

“It’s still very bad for our reputation,” Ragnor grumbled. “He is too close with shadowhunters.”

“You are the headmaster of Scholomance!” Catarina said incredulously. “You teach nephilim! Even though you don’t need a job!”

“I was coerced!” Ragnor huffed. “Manipulated by the children of the angel.”

really ragnor?

The grin disappeared and Ragnor buried his face on Catarina’s shoulder. “I can’t go through this again, Cat! Not again!”

“So much for not taking up after his father, huh?” Catarina chuckled and looked at him. “That’s nice, Max. We are happy for you.”

“We are not!” Ragnor said in a muffled voice.

RAGNOR DJHDCUHUKIHDVVFDDB

OOOO MAX DIDNT KNOW ABOUT CAMILLE

a kind of endless love...

dont make me cry

“I know you are worried, love,” Tessa’s voice was a whisper. “You are worried about surviving after David. You are worried about your own heart. But you should never let that fear stop you from finding love. Because love is what sustains us immortals. It keeps us alive. When you love a mortal, you love them forever. You might not remember all the memories. The colour of their eyes or the sound of their voice. But you will remember the love. You will carry that love inside you forever. It does not make you weak or fragile. It makes you stronger. And you will forever be grateful for it.”

my eyeballs are too tired to cry

stop it

THEY SAID I LOVE YOU

I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MOM

bitch you hate children wtf-

Max laughed. “I’m going to kill dad for making us do this. God, this is so weird!”

better get it done now

HE'S DAVID'S FOREVER

dont do this to me at 4 am

“You should two should some spend time together. Get to know each other and all of that,” Max suggested with a smile. “Maybe you can bond over archery or something.”

“I’m pretty sure he would use me for target practice,” David mumbled.

“Don’t be ridiculous, David!” Max said incredulously. “My father doesn’t need target practice!”

At this point, a David and alec scene isn't a want its a NEED

“I got it all planned,” Max said – for someone who had no idea what he was going to do.

me throughout life

max Rafael isn't the one smoking-

OH MY GOD MY DAD JUST CAME TO CHECK ON ME THE WAY I SLAMMED MY LAPTOP

“Also tell him to stop smoking!” Max pointed out seriously. “It’s not good for his health! Especially with all the mundane illnesses going on.”

“I know, Max,” dad sighed heavily and blinked. “I mean, I’ll talk to him. For sure.”

Alec if anything happens to you...just know ill raise hell

“I don’t want easy,” David smiled. “I want you.”

IT'S 4 AM DUDE

AYYY THE SHANGHAI SHADOW MARKET

CELESTIAL PALACE

“Dad? The Consul? That dad?” David looked surprised and relieved all at once. “Oh my god, he doesn’t hate me!”

“Of course he doesn’t hate you!” Max chuckled. “But he did say he will put your nerd ass in the silent city if you don’t bring me home by 11.”

of course, he did

oh my god SLEEP. there is so much to do tomorrow dying...my grammar was really bad and I don't have what it takes to use Grammarly's corrections except for the ones it's already doing as type.

this chapter had my heart BURSTING!! AHHHHHHH

the talk was so important I'm so glad they took care of that. ok imma head to bed now BYEE

Eeeeeee this was a lot sfkjdfkd I hope you are okay. Get some sleep next time or I will call the police.

Thank you as always for reading, reacting and supporting 💚