#pretty boy model alert!

[whoisspence]

why was this not a cover of vogue or something like that because hello ?????

[rainydayathogwarts]

I neeeed more poly!marauders x reader but maybe on the train to hogwarts and James gets worked up over some girl in a magazine???

Sirius's magazine - poly!marauders

summary: when sirius sneaks his porn magazine into james's backpack, it's almost inevitable for the boy to find it and cause a happy accident. wc: 2.2k+

It had been a long summer without your boys. Sirius and James had spent a couple of pleasant months together, exchanging kisses behind close doors in disguise of helping a friend out, and you and Remus had been left all alone. So it wasn’t really a surprise that you were the first to greet each other on the train back to Hogwarts. James watched with pouty lips as you and Remus engulfed each other in a tight hug, the taller boy leaning down to kiss you. James and Sirius followed your movements, exchanging hugs and short kisses before you settled yourself against Remus’s side, his arm slung over your shoulder, keeping you snug against him. 

The group fell into a comfortable atmosphere as Sirius delved into stories about him and James while they stayed at the Potter Manor, and how Fleamont almost caught them kissing a little more than one time. “Oh please, if anyone would be fine with their son liking boys, it would be James’s parents.” You pointed out, resting your head on Remus’s shoulder. James shook his head “No but my parents think I have a girlfriend. Well, they know I have a girlfriend, but that’s it.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise, feeling Remus’s body move as he chuckled. “Yeah, James spoke about you so much that his mum asked if you were his girlfriend. Spoiler alert: he said yes.” You grinned widely, putting a hand on Remus’s chest and glancing up at his amused expression.

“Also,” James added, “In every photo I showed of our friend group, you’re pretty much always sitting in my lap, so it would be weird if I said no and then showed them those photos.” You hummed, shrugging your shoulders. “What can I say, I know where my favourite seat is.” Remus lightly shoved you before instantly bringing you back to his side and pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Let me show you.” James insisted, leaning down to lift his backpack up into his lap and ruffling through it. He huffed, pulling a large object out of the bag and saying “Sirius, you didn’t!” But the image on the front cover of the magazine instantly gave it away. “What!?” The boy defended, “I didn’t have time to put it in my luggage and I wasn’t going to leave it!” 

“Sirius, I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t go shoving porn magazines in other people’s bags!” You and Remus both made a noise of understanding, nodding your heads in unison. “Three people aren’t enough to satisfy your needs?” Teased Remus, leaning further in his seat. Sirius held Remus’s eye contact, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke “James, turn to page 26.” James obeyed, but not without shooting Sirius a suspicious look first. “Doesn’t she look just like her?” He asked, not breaking eye contact with the scarred boy.

James’s small gasp told you enough. His eyes were trained on the page, eyes wide, and if you were close enough, you’d probably see the way his pupils dilated. “What do you think?” Sirius asked. James shrugged his shoulders, trying to be nonchalant, but the redness in his cheeks and the shy look on his face spoke otherwise. “Not identical, but yeah, close enough.” James flicked to the other page, and you saw his jaw go slack, hand freezing on the paper. Suddenly, he looked up, briefly making eye contact with you before he slammed the magazine shut and averted his gaze to the window.

“Hey, I wanna see!” You called, standing up and snatching the magazine from James’s sweaty hands. You stood silently flicking through the magazine, an eyebrow raised as you scanned the promiscuous positions of the models on each page. The train jerked just as you landed on page 26, and you stumbled, throwing your arms out to regain your balance, but an arm was wrapping around your waist and tugging you towards them. You landed with a squeal on someone’s lap, and you looked back to spot Remus’s grinning face, both his arms snaking around your torso. He nodded towards the magazine, and you turned your gaze towards it, your breath immediately hitching in your throat.

“I was not expecting that.” You muttered, and Remus hummed in agreement. Page 26 had the most inappropriate image so far, with the model on her knees, chest touching the floor as she arched her back. The image was taken from the back, allowing a perfect view of her leaking centre between her spread legs. Sirius was right though, she had nearly identical hair, and her body’s curves dipped in similar manners to yours. “Well, I’ve never seen myself from that angle, so I wouldn’t know.” You announced, looking up at Sirius who wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively. You turned to the next page, where the same model was now straddling a man’s lap, leaning over his chest with her fist closed around his dick. “Hey, he kind of looks like you!” You added, looking up at Remus with a grin. “Same tattoo placement too.” You pointed at the man on the page’s tattoo, just above his hip, and Remus ducked his head down to press kisses in the crook of your neck. “Meant to be together in every universe, yeah?” You twisted on Remus’s lap to face him, leaning closer to kiss him softly. One of his hands travelled to your hip to squeeze it gently, pecking your lips once more.

James’s attention was still turned towards the view on the other side of the window, but he listened closely to your entire loving exchange, an image of you an Remus together forming in his head. He winced, feeling himself grow impossibly harder. You cocked your head to the side as you observed James, calling the boy’s name once. As he turned his body towards you, he placed his hands over his lap, gulping harshly. You giggled, standing from Remus’s lap to wobble over to James. Wrapping your arms over his shoulders, you let yourself drop onto his lap, causing a loud moan to escape his parted lips. James’s hands moved to tightly grip your hips, adjusting you so that his swollen cock was right in between your legs.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” You asked teasingly, pressing a soft kiss on James’s temple. “Please, please.” He whimpered, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “You’re gonna have to be more specific than that Jamie, you know that.” Sirius turned his body towards you and James as the words tumbled out of your mouth, leaning back against  the compartment’s wooden door as he prepared himself for the show.

“I’m so hard, please.” He whispered, not daring to look at either of the other boys in the compartment. Sometimes they intimidated him too much, but you were always looking at him with adoration in your eyes. Turning your attention towards Remus, you silently deliberated with the quiet boy, a small smirk on his lips. The train hit a bump, causing your body to jump up and down on James’s lap, making him bite his lip painfully as he miserably tried to suppress a moan. Desperately, James bucked his hips up, looking for friction. His eyes fluttered shut as a satisfied breath left his lips, but his pleasure was short lived.

“James.” His eyes snapped open, looking directly across your body to make eye contact with Remus, who’d finally put on an assertive tone. “Are you so desperate to cum that you’re willing to do it in your trousers? On the train to Hogwarts?” James nodded quickly, which put a frown on Remus’s face. “Think about it for a few seconds.” It was James’s turn to frown, his eyebrows furrowing as he shook his head. “Go on and unbutton them for me.”

Sirius leaned to the side, reaching for the lock on the compartment door and turning it. He quickly mumbled a silencing spell while James rushed to undo his trousers. James looked up, waiting for further instructions from Remus. “Pull your boxers down.” You glanced down at James’s movements, watching his cock spring out of his boxers, tip leaking with drops of precum. You couldn’t help but wrap your hand around his cock, causing James’s jaw to fall open in a silent moan. A call of your name had your head snapping back towards Remus, patiently listening for his next words. “Just sit on it for now.” Sirius barked out a laugh as you whined “What? That’s not fair!” Remus raised his eyebrows at your disobedience, and it was enough for you to sigh submissively and follow his commands.

James’s hand slid under your skirt to push your panties to the side, the other arm wrapping around your waist carefully to help you slowly sink onto him. Your eyes snapped shut as you took in James’s thick length, a quiet whimper leaving you as you tried adjusting to his size. The only sound in the compartment was your and James’s heavy breathing, tears clouding your vision as you got yourself used to James’s girthy cock. James’s hands returned to your hips in an instant, slightly lifting you off him to help you adjust. Remus watched silently, manspreading and crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re not gonna tell them to stop moving?” Teased Sirius, moving to sit next to the boy in command. “Bold coming from the guy who got them in this situation.” He fired back, though the playful smile on his face suggested he was only teasing.

Remus put an arm out and Sirius quickly moved to fill the empty space in front of it, taking your precious spot. The two shared a quick kiss and James instantly whined, letting his head drop on your shoulder as he tried holding himself back from moving. “I still don’t think this is fair.” You announced boldly, squeezing your legs together for more friction. “I didn’t even do anything!” You whimpered as the train hit another bump, James’s dick grazing your cervix.

Remus smiled at you, standing up and taking a step towards you. You looked up at him hopefully, chest puffing up when he leaned down to kiss you, cupping your cheeks with both his hands. You moaned quietly, pushing yourself up to return the kiss and Remus chuckled in the kiss, sliding his tongue in your mouth. Your fingers closed around Remus’s sweater, trying to pull him closer to you, but he broke the kiss, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs as he smiled down at you. “I know darling, you’re being so good for me. Get through this and I promise I’ll reward you when we get to the castle yeah?” You nodded eagerly, only remembering about James when he sharply thrusted his hips into yours, causing a loud gasp to escape your lips.

“Well, we both know who isn’t getting a reward later.” Remus scolded, causing James to whine, his head falling back in disappointment. “Okay James, go crazy.” Your eyes widened when those words left Remus’s mouth, and you instantly opened your mouth to protest “Not too crazy!” But James had already started thrusting his hips into you with such force that you bounced up his lap with each thrust. “Oh god!” You cried, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning too loud. 

From in front of you, Sirius bit his lip at the sight of you panting on top of James who desperately bucked his hips into you, feeling himself grow hard. Fuck, now he was going to have to find a magazine with a lookalike of you and James together. “Don’t forget about her.” Remus warned James, sitting back down next to Sirius. James whimpered, mumbling “I’m sorry, sorry” as his hand travelled to the front of your panties, snaking inside to fumble around, looking for your clit. You jerked up when James’s fingers connected to your clit, beginning to harshly rub circles on it as he began losing rhythm of his thrusts.

Suddenly remembering that he wasn’t limited to this position alone, James wrapped his free arm around your waist, using the momentum of his thrusts to stand up. You yelped as James put you on your feet, turning you towards the window so he could hit it from the back. You stuck your ass out, legs immediately beginning to shake from the new angle as James began thrusting into you with more power.

Sirius cleared his throat, reaching for the button of his trouser, when Remus placed his hand atop his, saying “Don’t.” Sirius’s eyes widened, and he mumbled “What?” though he quickly turned his attention back to you and James just as your back was arching and James’s thrusts were becoming sloppy. Your high pitched moans filled the compartment while James was crying out your name, releasing his load into you. He kept his cock buried inside you while you both came, emptying every last drop of cum into you. You panted heavily, turning your torso as much as you could to kiss James, who eagerly accepted your kiss. Sirius finally turned his gaze back to Remus, who still kept his hand over his, and questioned again. “What? You’re joking, right?” Remus shook his head, holding out the magazine that Sirius had hidden in James’s bag. “Think of it as a sort of punishment.” 

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[mountttmase]

If I Lost You

Note - this fic was such a struggle for me but we’re here and we made it 😂 I know I haven’t uploaded in a really long time by my standards so I’d love to know what you guys think and also thank you to my besties for your help on this one, I couldn’t have done it without you 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 7k

Warnings - angst and fluff

There was nothing Mason hated more than traffic. Traffic coupled with a later than usual training session was even worse

He’d been sat pretty much stationary for around 20 minutes now, slowly moving every couple of minutes but he hadn’t made it far. Eventually turning his playlist over to the radio so he could listen out for traffic updates but the flashing blue lights up ahead let him know what was happening.

He was right in the thick of it, no option to turn around and go another way, but not close enough to the front to be able to get around it yet and when a few more police cars came up to join the scene he realised it must have been a bad crash.

So he did the only thing he could do and waited. His mind wandering off to far away places that he tried not to visit too often and once he realised he was starting to spiral he quickly switched the radio back over to his playlist so he could distract himself.

It was only around 15 minutes later he’s made it to the front of the line, watching the traffic warden wave a few cars forward at a time to drive into the oncoming lane to get round and soon enough it was his turn.

He knew he shouldn’t have, but there was something making him want to look at the scene as he drove by. Head turning to the left of him to see how bad it was and the sight before him shocked him to the core.

The car was on its side, bonet crushed from hitting a lamppost and he could tell the windows had been broken to get whoever was inside free but after a few seconds the realisation that something was wrong slapped him in the face.

He knew that car. It was yours.

It was the colour that alerted him first. That specific shade of light blue he’d only ever known you to have but as he looked closer he could tell it was the same make and model as yours too. The panic rising up his chest until he thought he might have been sick but the sound of beeping horns shocked him out of his trance.

He couldn’t sit and wait and let himself process anything, the traffic officer waving him forward but it was like he was having an out of body experience. He wanted to get out and find you, the urge to scream your name was on the tip of his tongue but he did as he was told and drove forward, leaving the scene of the crime behind him but he felt too weird to carry on too much longer and pulled into a side street so he could park up and sort himself out.

There wasn’t much he could do, you hadn’t spoken in months and the only other person the pair of you had in common would no doubt tear him a new one if he called asking after you and he also didn’t want to worry everyone if it was nothing. He still needed to do something though and In the end he decided to text you in hopes you’d get back to him soon and settle his mind. You always had your phone in your hand so he knew this was the easiest way to grab your attention and hopefully speak to you.

The rest of the drive home, albeit short, was a nightmare. He couldn’t concentrate on anything and was constantly messing up but he made it back in one piece. Running inside so he could turn the news on immediately, hoping for any sign of what had happened whilst he sat and panicked. Not being able to think about anything other than knowing you were okay.

This was hell, and he hated it. But the way he was feeling for you right now was mostly his own doing.

You’d met Mason a few years ago at the after party for the final of their euros. Your best friend's brother was Rashy and she’d invited you along to watch the final, and although it had ended in heartbreak there was a certain brown eyed boy you and the rest of the world couldn't seem to tear their eyes away from.

You knew it was over for you when he came over to console Marcus, seeing how genuinely kind and concerned he was for his friend made your heart thump and when the pair of you were finally introduced you didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered over you.

He couldn’t stick around too long, needing to get back to his family but you caught eyes a few times throughout the night and when you were at the bar alone he used that as his in to come and speak to you properly.

It was his smile that caught you first, but it was hard not to notice his big brown eyes and musical laugh. In the end standing and chatting until the night was pretty much over and you had to go your separate ways but he gave you his number and made you promise to message him as soon as possible.

You didn’t know what you were expecting from Mason, but what you got was a blossoming friendship and you were more than thankful he was in your life. With you living in Manchester and him in London it was hard to see each other, Mason constantly referring to you as pen pals but you took what you could with him. Going to watch him play at Wembley sometimes and seeing him in the summer or whenever he has some free time for a few days gave you something to look forward to and you loved getting to know him on a deeper level.

It was very much a will they won’t they type of relationship. As much as you adored Mason, you didn’t want things to change and you knew long distance would be hard until just over a year had passed and you decided to take the plunge. The pair of you in Greece with a big group of the other boys and their girlfriends and Mason confessed he hated the thought of maybe seeing you with someone else and was willing to put the work in for you if that’s what you wanted.

And you really did.

Being Mason's girlfriend was everything you thought it could be and more. He was still his cute charming self but you felt free being able to be with him in the way you’d secretly always wanted. Your first kiss being a little awkward but he kept you relaxed and let you go at your own pace. Kissing all over your face until you were ready to try again and now it seemed as if you couldn't get enough of him.

It did come with its own set of challenges though. Being away from each other a lot of the time took its toll and even though when you were together you always made it count, the goodbyes were getting harder and Mason couldn’t stand to see you cry everytime he had to leave again. Or your sad face on FaceTime when you spoke in the evenings when you were apart, wishing he could reach out and touch you but he was never able to give you the comfort he so desperately wanted to.

It was around March of 2023 when it all came crashing down. Mason had a lot on his plate with an injury that wouldn’t go away and Chelsea’s new owners not treating him the way he should have been. You could tell he was more down than usual and planned a trip to go stay with him for a week so he’d have someone to come home to and someone to cuddle after a long day but at first you felt like he didn’t want you there at all.

You still remember the night before he ended it all. It’s like he was back to your Mason for a bit as you made dinner and spoke on the sofa until the early hours until you went up to bed. It was like he held you extra tight that night and whilst you figured it was just because he’d missed you and he’d had a nice night you now wondered if there was more behind it. Maybe thinking he should hold you properly if it was the last time and then out of the blue, he turned your world upside down the next morning.

He tried to give you the usual spiel of it’s not you it’s me and you were about to cuss him out for being so ridiculous but one look at him and you could see how much he was struggling. Telling you he hated that he couldn’t give you what you needed at that it broke him seeing you so down when he already had so much on his plate. You knew he needed to lighten his load, you just hated that it was you that would be cut off.

You didn’t argue with him, it being clear that he couldn’t take it but you spent the rest of your day packing up your stuff into the early evening where he made you stay for one more night so you weren’t driving home in the dark.

You felt stupid, making sure he was okay even though you felt like you were dying inside but you loved Mason and even though this was hurting you more than you could possibly imagine, you kept on a brave face for him. Telling him you’d still be there if he needed you and not to hesitate calling if he needed someone to talk to.

Sleeping in the guest room that night hurt more than anything he’d said to you over the last 24 hours but you remember him coming into your room at around two am as your cries had kept him awake. Holding you and shushing you in hopes you’d get some sleep but it didn’t work and all you wanted was to go back in time and undo everything he’d said but you couldn’t. So you stayed awake and tried to remember what it felt like to hold him, what he smelt like and how his skin felt pressed up against yours.

‘Can we make a deal?’ He whispered all of a sudden and you nodded into his neck in hopes he’d feel it, knowing your voice wouldn’t hold up if you tried to speak. ‘I want you to live your life and forget about me, yeah? Like if you meet someone new I want you to go for it. But in five years time, if we’re both single, do you think we could try again?’

‘I’ll see’ you whispered, knowing he wasn’t happy with that answer by the way he kissed your hairline softly but he let it go. Knowing he didn’t have a leg to stand on after what he was putting you through.

You left the next morning early, him giving you an emotional goodbye on his doorstep but you were ready to go home and be on your own now. Mason asking if you could still be friends and if he could text you and you stupidly agreed before getting away as fast as you could but you only made it one street away before you had to stop for a big cry. Wanting to get it all out before you began your drive home and after 15 minutes you set off again. Your phone going off every so often but you ignored it until you were back in the comfort of your flat and when you saw they were all from Mason you felt sadder than you expected to.

You were curious as to what he’d deleted but you didn’t have the energy to ask so you sent him a quick reply telling him you were fine and going to sleep before taking yourself straight to bed. Too tired to be upset or over think anything and when you woke up the next morning things still hurt but you’d resigned to your fate of being his friend again.

A friend.

So you spoke here and there for a while and even though you were broken it was a fairly easy split. You remained civil and on good terms and it broke you to see how unfairly he was being treated on the field and with his whole contract saga. He kept going though like the Mason you knew and loved but when the news hit he’d had surgery it felt like your world had tumbled upside down.

You felt useless, wanting to help him as much as you could but he was so far away and you’d already used up all your holiday so you did your usual and let him phone you when he needed a chat.

Not too long after his surgery everything seemed to fizzle out. Nothing happened as such but your texts and calls came few and far between until there was nothing and when the news broke he was moving to Manchester you felt too awkward to text him. Not wanting to give the wrong impression that you expected something from him now so you left it so he could come to you.

He never did though.

You weren’t sure why he didn’t, but Mason had his own reasons. Not wanting to drag you back into the mess of his life and the fact you’d stopped messaging him made him think you were done with him and he didn’t have the heart to face your rejection no matter how much you were on his mind.

So he moved to Manchester and didn’t reach out, even though he thought about it everyday, and tried to rebuild his life without you. He was doing well but you were always there in the back of his mind, even thinking he’d seen you a few times and his tummy jumped each time before he realised it wasn’t you. He’d wanted to message you more than anything but he didn’t have the guts, even though you’d both promised to stay friends the messages had become so few and far between and now there was nothing.

As soon as Mason was inside he ran to the living room to put the news on, pausing the TV as soon as it showed the aftermath of the accident so he could get a better look before playing again to where it was panning past what he thought was your car. He managed to stop it at a point to be able to examine it more carefully and he could feel the nerves rippling through him.

Same colour, same make and model, same sticker on the back window with where the car came from, different number plate…

Different number plate.

Mason let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t you. Someone was clearly hurt and that wasn’t good but he couldn’t deny he felt lighter at the fact it wasn’t you who was in harm's way. Falling back into the cushions of his sofa so he could take a few breaths to steady himself.

You were okay.

He felt a little silly now, panicking so much when you were clearly fine but as the minutes wore on he managed to talk himself back into a frazzled state.

He didn’t know what it was, not being able to settle and focus on anything but you. Now you were back on his mind, all he could see was your pretty eyes and perfect smile.

He knew nothing about you anymore. The only piece of information left being the address of your old flat and now he was getting to know the area he knew you weren’t too far away. But he didn’t know if you were there anymore and if he did turn up whatever the chances you would even want to see him?

What if you’d moved on? Surely Rashy would have told him but Mason couldn't stand the thought of turning up at your house and a random guy being there. No doubt he’d be taller than him and funnier and be able to make all the time in the world for you and the thought of seeing you with someone who’s everything Mason isn’t made him miserable.

It was like there was an itch in his brain that he couldn’t scratch, not able to settle as his mind came out with random questions to make him doubt what he already knew. He decided against messaging Rashy, presuming he wouldn’t have much of an idea either and he didn’t want to start worrying everyone unnecessarily if there really was nothing wrong.

Maybe he read it wrong and it was your number plate? Or maybe you’d changed your number plate and it was you all along? Why hadn’t you answered his texts yet either? Was there an innocent explanation or had he missed something and it really was you that was hurt?

The only thing he did know was that he couldn’t stay in and drive himself insane. Eventually coming to the conclusion that a run would clear his head so he quickly changed into some shorts and a hoodie before setting off. No particular place or destination in mind, just the need to let off some steam and clear his mind.

When the rain started to fall he cursed under his breath. Too far away from home to turn around and avoid it and also not done with his run as he was still feeling on edge so he grit his teeth and carried on. Weaving in and out of streets until he started to recognise where he was a bit more.

Maybe it was just a coincidence he ended up here, like in the back of his mind this is where he needed to end up to finally put his mind at rest but as he stopped to get his breath just outside of your building he only felt worse.

Your car which you always parked in the same spot was nowhere to be seen, and the flat he knew to be yours had all of the lights off but the curtains were open. Like you’d been out and not made it home yet to shut them and he felt sick to his stomach at the thought.

‘No no no no no’ he whispered under his breath, not understanding where your car was and it seemed like only the worst possible outcome was the right one.

He knew it was a bad decision to come here but he’d done it anyway and now his mind was spiralling more than he thought possible.

He thought about going home but the need to see that you were fine with his own two eyes outweighed everything else and before he knew it he was running up the path and standing outside your front door with his hand poised to knock.

What am I supposed to say? He thought. I thought you were dead so I came to check you were alright? No, he couldn’t but he knocked before he had a chance to think of anything else. Waiting anxiously as he heard a few noises from behind the door but if you were there then you were taking forever to answer.

As soon as you opened the door he felt his body flood with relief. Your hair was pointing up in all different directions and he could clearly see the pillow marks on your cheek. A shocked and confused expression painted your features as you realised who was standing in front of you but he just felt his heart swell before his face crumpled as he tried to hold the tears back.

‘Mase? Mase what’s wrong?’ You asked, reaching forward to touch him in some way but you second guessed yourself before you got there. Not knowing if he wanted you to touch him but he looked distraught so you pushed your thoughts to the side and pulled him into the doorway. ‘Mase, you’re soaked. Come inside, it’s okay’

‘I’m sorry’ he told you, his voice wobbling as you shut the door and the feeling of warmth engulfed him immediately. He felt self here.

This feels like home, he thought. The place was unchanged from when he was last here and he stood awkwardly in the hall as you shut the door before leading him into the living room just around the corner.

‘Sorry, you've caught me at a bit of a bad time’ you laughed as you tidied the blankets off of the sofa and reset the cushions so you both had a place to sit. Flustered that he’d turned up so randomly and in the back of your mind you wondered if it might have happened one day but you chalked it off as being a silly daydream in the end.

‘Danger nap?’ He asked and you felt your face flush at the way he’d caught on so quickly. ‘Don’t worry, I remember them well’

‘Well I’ve been having them a bit more frequently since I’ve got no one to tell me off anymore’ you joked but you saw his face drop ever so slightly. ‘Take a seat, you want a drink or anything?’

‘I’m fine, thanks’

‘You sure? I’ll get you a tea you look like you need warming up’ you told him softly before scurrying over to the kitchen and he felt his chest warm with how kind you were to him. Hearing the kettle flick down before you came back to close the curtains and then run over to the cupboard under the stairs. ‘Take your hoodie off Mase, you’ll catch a chill. I’ve got you a towel and I’ll turn the heating up’

‘Sorry, this is probably the last thing you needed tonight’ he sighed, grabbing the towel to run over his hair once he’d taken his hoodie off but the shoulders of his top were still wet and now he was sitting here waiting for you he felt silly.

‘No don’t worry about that, I know we haven’t spoken for a while but I always said I’m here if you need me’ you told him shyly. Sitting down next to him so you could place his tea on the table before sending him a reassuring smile

‘I know’ he huffed. ‘I just feel a bit dramatic now that’s all’ he told you, trying to laugh it off but you knew him and you knew something was on his mind.

‘What’s going on? Why are you here?’ You pushed gently, trying to get him to open up a little bit more and when his eyes fell to his lap you weren’t sure if he was about to tell you or not. Thankfully he did after a few moments but you weren’t prepared for the words that were about to tumble from his lips.

‘There’s um… well there’s been this big accident on the main road out of Manchester. It’s all over the news and I was stuck in traffic for like 45 minutes until I could get round it’ he told you but you were unsure as to why he was updating you on the traffic when you’d asked what he was so upset about.

‘Okay?’

‘The car that crashed… well I thought it was yours’ he told you, his voice wobbling at the end and you felt your heart shatter as you realised what was wrong now. ‘It’s the same colour and make and everything and I… well I was out of my mind worrying that… i don’t know that you were hurt or something-‘

‘Oh Mase’ you breathed, cutting him off as his voice got more and more emotional and all you wanted was to pull him into a hug but you weren’t sure if that was what he wanted. In the end you just reached for his hand and you were surprised at how tightly he gripped onto you.

‘Sorry I bet I sound insane’ he laughed, wiping his eyes with his free hand and you felt your heart break for him.

‘No no it’s okay’ you reassured him, placing your other around your already clasped ones. Hoping he’d keep on talking but you let him take his time as he was clearly overwhelmed and upset by everything that had happened tonight.

‘It was on the news and I saw it wasn’t your number plate so I thought you were fine but then i managed to talk myself out of thinking that and I tried to text you, but i didn’t hear anything back but I guess you were asleep’ he smiled, squeezing your hand gently and you smiled sadly back at him.

‘I never got a text from you, I don’t think I did anyway’ you told him. ‘I was only asleep for like ten minutes. I did see some texts but it was a number I didn’t recognise and I thought it was a scam thing so I didn’t bother looking properly cause the number wasn’t saved’

‘A scam?’

‘Yeah I keep getting those texts like Evri has your parcel but it’s damaged and the details are lost. Please send your address, bank details and blood type so we can attempt a redelivery’ you joked and you felt your tummy flip when he let out a little laugh.

‘No it’s my fault, my personal number got leaked a little while back and when I moved up here I thought it would be a good idea to get a new number. I texted most people but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to hear from me so I just kept your number in my contacts. I completely forgot you wouldn’t have it saved’

‘You know that makes a lot of sense actually’ you smiled, watching his eyebrows pinch together in confusion and you thought his expression was adorable. ‘I sort of texted you last week. You know, after your goal? I didn’t hear back from you’

‘Shit, I’m so sorry’ he sighed, his free hand dragging down his face and you could tell he was annoyed with himself as he rolled his eyes.

‘No it’s alright-‘

‘No cause you probably thought I was ignoring you and I wasn’t’ he told you, almost pleading with you to make you believe him but you already did and when you sent him a soft smile he let out a big sigh he’d been holding in. ‘Where’s your car? It's not parked out the front?’

‘Chrissy upstairs moved out and I was next on the list for a spot in the underground car park so I park it down there now’ you explained, releasing how shaken he must have been and still was to know you might have been hurt and when one of your hands let go to touch his shoulder, his eyes snapped up to yours. ‘Are you alright, mase?’

‘No’ he whispered quietly, his glossy eyes looking back down to his lap and as much as you wanted to push him you also didn’t want to scare him off so you sat waited for him to come clean and tell you what was going on in his head. ‘I know it’s stupid but like… I realised if I lost you then… well it felt like my world was ending in all honesty’ he confessed, laughing slightly but you could tell there was no humour in it l. ‘I know that’s dramatic but all I could think about was everything I’d never told you, all the things I’d never be able to say to you again, you know? Never be able to hold you or kiss you…’

‘Kiss me?’ You whispered. Unsure as to why he’d said that at the end as you’d been broken up for almost a year now but you couldn’t deny his confession made your heart jump. If truth be told it hurt more than you thought it would when he didn’t reply to you a week ago and seeing him so heartbroken on your doorsteps just now was a shock. But the words falling from his lips right now were even more of a shock.

‘Sorry’ he mumbled, his voice thick with tears as he shook his head but you didn’t want him to shut down on you now. You wanted him to keep talking, to see if he’d say the things you’d been waiting a year for him to admit so you carried on stroking his skin and letting him get himself together.

‘No no it’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it’ you laughed, looking up at him to thankfully looking back at you with a small smile on his face. ‘Now’s your chance Mase, what do you wanna tell me’ you whispered, wondering if he’d say anything at all but ever the unexpected he said the last thing you thought he would.

‘I love you’ he whispered instantly. The words sending a tingle down your spine and you almost lost your breath. ‘I’m still so fucking in love with you and the though of you not being around anymore hurt more than I could tell you. Not that I’ve tried, but I can’t love anyone else like I loved you. Like I still love you, y/n��

‘Mase-‘

‘I know it’s been a while and you won’t feel the same but-‘

‘Mase stop’ you whispered, your eyes stinging at the thought of what he might be doing but the sincerity in his eyes kept a spark of hope alive. ‘Are you sure? I think you’re in shock a bit, you may want this now but what about in a month's time? Or two? I can’t go through feeling like that again’

‘I’m sure, i promise’ he nodded, dropping his eyes to his lap before taking a deep breath and you knew he had more to say. ‘I know we said if we were both single in five years we’d come back to each other but that’s too far away for me and I don’t wanna give anyone else the opportunity to have you. People like us, we’re meant to meet in a few years time when we both know who we are and what we want for ourselves but I don’t wanna do that. I want us to work through it all and grow together, you know?’

‘Mase-’

‘I pushed you away when I should have held onto you tighter. I think about you… all the fucking time and I can’t be without you’ he sniffled. ‘I know it’s incredibly selfish of me but I don’t want you to be just a chapter in my life when you’re the whole damn book baby’

You couldn’t help but laugh at his last line, your chuckles seeming to break the tension a little bit as he smiled at you and you could feel your heart in your throat at all the sweet words he’d spilled to you tonight.

‘Sorry I know it’s a lot but I just needed you to know’

‘Well thank you, and you know I care about you so much Mase-‘

‘Oh’ he sighed, trying to remove his hand from yours as you hadn’t told you him loved him back and he felt a bit embarrassed but that wasn’t your intention.

‘No Mase, wait I just… look it’s a lot to think about’ you laughed, squeezing his hand tighter so he couldn’t move away. ‘Just give me some time to take it in, yeah?’

‘Sorry’

‘No please don’t be sorry’ you told him before a quietness settled over you for a moment. Not really sure what you were wanting to say and knowing Mason had said enough for a lifetime tonight so you went back to what you thought you did best. Looking after him. ‘Listen, have you eaten? I’ve got a pasta bake to put in the oven and you know I always cook for about five people’

‘I haven’t eaten’ he laughed ‘Too busy worrying that you'd been flattened’ he joked, rolling his eyes and you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh at his attempt at humour.

‘Well let me make us something to eat, And we can hang out a bit and catch up, yeah?’ You asked hopefully and thankfully he nodded in agreement.

So you made the pair of you some dinner before getting settled on the sofa. Keeping the tv volume on minimum so you could talk and it was like having the Mason you fell for back with you. But your heart broke even further when he explained to you how hard the last year had been for him, from being sold to the constant injuries and feeling pretty lonely up here some nights when it was just him and his family and friends had to go home.

Soon enough your plates had been discarded to the coffee table as it was your turn to open up. Not that you had as much to say but he was interested all the same in hearing about your life and getting up to date with all the people you used to talk about together. Updating him on your job and all the changes that had been made before he commented on how even with all the changes your flat was still the same and it made him feel happy.

‘Hey Mase?’ You asked quietly when you saw him try to suppress a yawn and you knew he’d realised you’d seen when the bridge of his nose turned red like you used to love.

‘Yeah?’

‘Do you wanna stay here tonight?’ You asked, his eyebrows shooting up in shock as he clearly hadn’t expected you to ask anything like that but now you had him back here you didn’t want to let him go.

‘W-what?’ He mumbled, scratching the back of his head like he did whenever he got nervous but you send him a reassuring smile in hopes that would help.

‘I mean you don’t have to, but it’s late now and I won’t be having you walking home or paying for an Uber. Unless you want me to drive you home-‘

‘No you can’t drive me, I don’t want you driving back on your own’ he argued back but you were both smiling so you let out a little laugh before being a bit firmer with him.

‘So you’ll stay then? And I’ll drop you home on my way to work?’

‘I think that could work’ he nodded but you knew he was shy about it even though he had no need to be.

‘Okay perfect’

‘Do you still keep that blanket in the cupboard?’ He asked and you felt a wave of disappointment flood you.

‘Oh I um…’ you trailed off, realising he’d got the wrong end of the stick and you knew you needed to set him straight no matter how awkward it might get.

‘What’s up?’

‘Well I thought you might want to sleep in my bed? You know like… with me?’ You explained, his face a mask of shock as the words left your lips but you knew you needed to put the idea out there.

‘Oh’

‘Sorry I’m being silly’

‘No I want to, I just didn’t wanna push it you know? I wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted’

‘I do’ you smiled. Holding your hand out for him to take and you felt your heart give a squeeze and he gently took it in his. ‘And I think it might be what you need’

‘I think so too,’ he laughed. A shy look on his face as you walked him through and into your bedroom and once you were inside you sent him a reassuring smile. ‘Get in, I’m just gonna use the bathroom and I’ll be with you’

You left him to sort himself out, quickly applying your skincare and trying to keep calm before returning to your room. Seeing Mason was already in bed and that he was still in his T-shirt but he’d stripped down to his boxers on the bottom half and you caught a cheeky flash of his thighs as you lifted the covers up.

You knew what you wanted, and what he probably wanted too so when you got yourself under the covers you turned away from him as you shuffled up close. Your back against his chest before taking his arm so you could wrap it around your body and you could tell from how stiff he was that he wasn’t expecting it but it only took a second for him to settle down and nuzzle into your neck.

‘I don’t think I need to wait until the morning’ you suddenly heard him whisper after a few moments and you felt your heart begin to pound. ‘I never ended things with you because I didn’t like you or I didn’t see us going anywhere. It was more that I didn't like myself. You’ve been the right person for me this whole time and I knew it long before we were friends, like it had always been my plan to make you mine and then when I finally got you I let you go’

‘Well you know what they say, Mase’ you whispered, holding him to you tighter and you felt him lightly kiss your shoulder. ‘If you love something you should set it free. And if it’s yours it’ll come back’

‘Will you come back to me then?’ He asked, his voice sounding more vulnerable than he intended it to. ‘Cause I’ll always come back to you’

‘I think we can work something out’ you whispered and you felt him stiffen before moving back so he could roll you over to face him. His eyes wide and glossy as he looked at you and you could tell you’d taken him by surprise.

‘Really? You’d wanna try again?’ He asked. Lip wobbling and it all became too much for him so you reached out to stroke his cheek and catch a few of the stray tears.

‘It just wasn’t our time back then, Mase. I get that now and yeah it sucked but if it’s really what you want then it’s what I’ve wanted since things ended’ you told him softly. Kissing the end of his nose as he shut his eyes softly. ‘I’ve been yours from the second you looked at me’

‘I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want this, or if you were seeing someone else’

‘Well lucky for you, you don’t have to worry about any of that’ you told him and you didn’t miss the look of relief on his face. ‘Things will be easier now we're closer okay? We can see each other more and all the things that drove us apart won’t be a problem’

‘You really think it’ll be that simple?’ He whispered, the hope in his eyes made you want to reassure him even further.

‘I think so, yeah. You said earlier you still loved me right?’

‘I did’ he laughed, not meeting your eyes as he blushed and you thought he was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen.

‘I still love you too’ you whispered, so quietly you thought he might now have heard you but from his reaction you knew he did. Letting out a shuddery breath before he hid his face. Giving you room to kiss all over his cheek until he had the courage to look at you again. ‘Shall we go to sleep?’ You offered, noticing how exhausted he was after a long evening and once he’d nodded you turned back onto your side and let him hold you close. Smiling at the way he was kissing your shoulder softly and nuzzled into your neck.

‘Hey Mase? Can I ask you something before we go to sleep?’

‘Anything’ he whispered, and the sound of his voice made your heart jump. Knowing he really would answer absolutely answer anything you asked him and this was something that had been plaguing your mind for a year.

‘That day I left to come home and you texted me the whole way, what did the message say that you deleted?’

You felt him let out a small chuckle, squeezing you a little before huffing and you knew it was something he probably never wanted to admit. You didn’t want to push him if that was the case but after a moment you felt his lips on your shoulder again as he began to speak.

‘It said, I think I’ve made a mistake. Can you come back and we’ll talk’ he told you quietly and you felt your heart pound at his confession. ‘I gave it ten minutes and said to myself if you hadn’t replied in that time then it wasn’t meant to be’

‘Mase’ you whispered, your eyes full of tears as a wave of regret from not checking your phone washed over you but he was quick to reassure you everything was fine.

‘It's okay, I’m glad you missed it’ he laughed. ‘It would have only made things worse probably. I needed that time to go through whatever was going on and realise how much I actually need you. Cause I really do’

‘I’m here’ you mumbled, turning you head to look at him and his whole face lit up as he looked down at you.

‘So am I. And I’m never going anywhere again okay?’

‘Me too’ you told him firmly before he finally lent down and placed the softest kiss to your lips. A feeling you’d waited almost a year for and when he pulled back to look at you, you almost felt disappointed but you could tell he was greedy for seconds. Diving right back in but with a bit more force this time and you let him do as he wished thankful the universe had brought him back to you.

[hazybisou]

❛ HYBE BOY ❜

🧸🩰 i’m a lucky fella, i’ve just got to tell her that i love her endlessly

summary - quinn hughes, captain of the Vancouver Canucks, is dating model, y/n y/l/n and hard launches his relationship leaving people shocked at how beautiful she is and making his brothers question how he managed to pull her.

pairing - model!f!reader x quinn hughes

side note - miranda kerr will be used as a faceclaim for the ig posts. but like she’s so beautiful omgggg 😻😻 *careless whisper starts playing* anyways uni is going so well. my professors are so chill like literally it’s amazing. i barely know anyone here (yes after a whole month here, i only know like 6 people). but uni is amazing my roommate is the best and it’s js a great experience!!

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colecaufield found in the wild 🐗🕵️

_quinnhughes ❌

user81 Y/N Y/L/N DATING A HOCKEY PLAYER??!! MY WORLDS ARE COLLIDING 🥲🥲

jackhughes 👁️🌊🫵

user17 jack what is this??! 😭😭

user38 he’s weird

user82 he js built diff

trevorzegras quinnifer got (no) game??!

_quinnhughes at least i have a girl where’s yours *looks around* oh i forgot 🥲

trevorzegras you’re my girl @/_quinnhughes don’t worry 😘

jackhughes AYE!!

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/y/n.y/l/n idk what he’s talking abt 😥

y/n.y/l/n trev wishes 😔😔

user93 NOOOO😭!!!!

user72 sad day for us quinn girlies 😔

user57 trevor and quinn are umm…

y/n.y/l/n weird and not okay i know and also very much in love with each other???

user57 yes

y/n.y/l/n have you fixed the bed yet??

_quinnhughes no..

lhughes_06 the beds broken?? oh 😐

y/n.y/l/n he jumped on it to hard and made a leg break

jackhughes YO WHAT

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes in my defense she was chasing me

y/n.y/l/n @/_quinnhughes you caused that to happen when YOU THREW A PILLOW AT ME

_quinnhughes @/y/n.y/l/n IM SORRY TAKE ME BACK

y/n.y/l/n @/_quinnhughes YOURE NEXT TO ME STUPID

trevorzegras ☕️☕️

user92 SHES SO PRETTY OMGGG 💕💕

user29 new wag alert!!!

user69 girlie so fine 😻😻

bradytkachuk emma said to stop forcing her to say you guys are together

ehtkachuk yea bc she’s MY wife not YOUR gf

y/n.y/l/n @/_quinnhughes ^^

_quinnhughes @/bradytkachuk @/ehtkachuk @/y/n.y/l/n why are you all after me 😔😔

colemcward mama y papa? mama. papa.

y/n.y/l/n my son is all alone 😭😭

_quinnhughes he’ll live

colemcward @/_quinnhughes no i won’t

lhughes_06 @/y/n.y/l/n why is he your son and not me???

y/n.y/l/n @/lhughes_06 bc you’re the annoying little brother i wished i had growing up

elblue6 my beautiful daughter 💕💕 and her interesting bf

_quinnhughes i’m your biological son??!

y/n.y/l/n quinny shh 🤫 ALSO MAMA EL 😘😘♥️

user48 parents so cute 🥰🥰

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y/n and quinn had been together in michigan for a week now and his brothers were yet to meet her. she had met his parents a couple months before and they’ve loved her ever since. ellen treated her as if she were her own daughter. they would talk about quinn and his behavior and quinn would be in the back, getting offended. jim was like her second father. he was protective of her and was his little girl even if they weren’t blood related.

the couple were on the couch, all cozy and cuddling when they heard a car pull up outside. quinn looked down at y/n who had her eyes closed, trying to go asleep after being out that day. “babe,” quinn heard a mumble come from the girl, “they’re here.” she grumbled in response.

quinn had told her last night that they would arrive at the lake house tomorrow evening. she was half asleep when he told her so all he got from her was an “okay,” before he began to hear soft snores come from her mouth.

“quinny, let me sleep please,” y/n whispered, “i’ll meet them later.”

quinn just smiled and leaned down to kiss her temple. he rested his head on top of hers and closed his eyes, hoping to sleep as well.

unfortunately, in this household, a good nights sleep was never a thing. that was proven as the front door suddenly burst open which quinn jumped slightly at the action and caused y/n to stir in her sleep, letting out a small whine.

“honey, we’re home!” an, oh, so familiar voice announced.

quinn turned his head to the side and peaked over the couch. as soon as he saw his brothers, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at their antics and go back to trying to go to sleep.

he heard chattering and the padding of footsteps get closer, indicating they were coming his way. he began to think of a way of how he would get up without waking up y/n. there was no way.

quinn reopened his eyes and saw two figures standing in front of him. “what the fuck?” he questioned and his brothers laughed at his face.

“i see you’ve been having fun.” luke said and his eyes traveled down to y/n’s sleeping figure and he raised an eyebrow at quinn. “like i knew you had a girlfriend but she’s way out of your league.”

quinn let out a fake chuckle. “get the hell out and let us sleep.” he commented and wrapped his arms around y/n, his arm covering her face from jack and luke.

“but we just got here.” jack pointed out and luke murmured in agreement.

“then go up to your rooms.”

“but we want to meet your girlfriend.” luke stated with a fake pout.

quinn glared at the pair. “she’s sleeping so leave,” he stated and closed his eyes, protecting y/n from their view.

“we’re coming back when you’re both wide awake.” jack pointed a finger at quinn before he and quinn went to the front to get their bags and head upstairs.

quinn shook his head and went back to sleep, awaiting the moment of when y/n wakes up.

the couple had surprisingly slept for an hour and a half. it surprised quinn since he knew his brothers and the amount of noise they made whenever one of them were sleeping.

y/n had begun to wake as she had begun to squirm in quinn’s hold. he let out a groan and held her closer to his body, her squirming subsiding. “q, let go.” she mumbled into his chest. he held her tight. “quinn.”

“go to sleep, princess.” quinn whispered, his eyes still closed.

y/n started to squirm once again. “no, i have to meet your brothers as i said before.” she really wanted to meet luke and jack but with quinn’s hold keeping her restrained, it was impossible.

“they can wait.”

“no we can’t.”

quinn snapped his head towards the voice and y/n lifted her head and looked towards the boy. “why are you everywhere luke?”

luke shrugged, “i don’t know,” he sat at the end of the couch, “i just am.”

quinn rolled his eyes and looked down at y/n. “well you’ve met luke,” he told her.

“and the other?”

“i have a name.” jack.

y/n turned towards the boy, “yeah i know. sorry jack.”

jack shrugged and sat next to luke who gave jack a look. “what?” luke stared at him for a second before using all his force to push jack off. he fell with a thud and quinn, luke, and y/n laughed. “asshole.”

“man whore.”

jack looked up at luke. he got up within a second before he pounced onto luke. the two began to fight, jokingly, of course. jack had an arm wrapped around luke who let out a scream. “get off of me.” luke managed to get out despite jack’s arm suffocating him. luke continuously slapped jack’s arm in an effort for his older brother to let go.

“no.” the two continued to fight and quinn and y/n just stayed there laughing at the two.

“well you’ve met thing 1 and thing 2.” quinn said as he looked down at y/n. “i don’t know how they haven’t killed each other in jersey yet.”

y/n looked up at him. “you have a wonderful family.”

“aren’t we just lovely?” luke asked as he wriggled under jack’s hold. “also one more question,” y/n and quinn looked at him, “did quinn force you to get with him?”

jack’s head perked up at this. “oh yeah, did he?” he let go of luke as he turned towards his older brother and his girlfriend.

y/n only chuckled and quinn gave them a death stare. “no, i didn’t. she simply fell in love with me.”

jack and luke looked at each other. suddenly, the two bursted out laughing. both quinn and y/n were confused. they had a look on there face as the younger pair continued laughing. “what?”

“oh, we’re sorry but how is it that a girl like her, take this in a good way, would fall in love with a guy like you?” jack said and luke was still too busy laughing.

quinn looked at them, offended, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“she’s beautiful! and you’re just..you.” luke exclaimed. “like let’s be real here.”

y/n turned to them, “i didn’t fall in love with him because of his looks, i fell in love with him because of his personality,” she looked towards quinn before looking back at the younger brothers, “although sometimes he’s a little interesting.”

“what do you mean interesting?”

“a wet cat.”

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i fucking hate this so much like actually wtff 😭😭 anyways here’s my monthly post and hopefully some of you enjoy it. uni is my new home and umm it’s great!! now my roommate and my friends are making go to a frat tmrw so uhh hopefully it goes well (ik it won’t) wish me luck 🤞

[guywrestlingaddiction]

That Wrestling Moment: Proving you can fight - Michael Crowe v Devin (thundersarena.com)

Once in a while, a match will come along that turns your perception of gay wrestling on its head.  Up is down, strong is weak, jobber bait can even be an alpha hunk.  Today's wrestling moment is simply about proving yourself and being all you can be.  

Michael Crowe v Devin (thundersarena.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

The Backstory

We begin with classic wrestling trash talk.  Devin enters spouting about how he wants to hurt everyone.  Veins bulging from his arms, he casually lays it out there that no wrestler, no man out there can stop him.  

Devin is ready to devour all the pretty boys out there.  

When in comes our pretty boy now ...The man is built like superman and puts other wrestlers to shame. 

Michael: Not only am I pretty ... I came here to fight too!  

The Action

Things go about how you would expect with Michael and Devin locking up.  Michael my be pretty but the guy is still a big strong dude, a fact that Devin seems to have misjudged based on his groans.  

Eventually though, our heel finds his footing and puts Michael away.  There isn't a lot of back and forth in the match - Devin simply finds the best way to put that long, lean, model-esque body in pain and bam, there you have it.  Fall one is over.  

Michael tapped out and looking vulnerable.

Round 2 doesn't go Michael's way either.  The lovable jock valiantly fights back only to be leveled with an atomic drop to the groin.  

Michael vows to reclaim some of that big man energy.  

Michael's impressive package is of course the target of attack.  

At this point things seem personal for Devin.  He doesn't just want to win, the big hulking brute wants to destroy the pretty boy.  It's a story as old as time really.  Handsome, strapping newcomer comes along and hopes to replace the old guard - well Devin is not having any of that.    

Michael groans and helplessly flails those long limbs around

Now at this point you'd be forgiven if you mistook this for a squash job.  Our helpless hunk, the personal trainer, the wrestling wannabe Michael really hasn't given us one reason to think otherwise.   All we've seen so far is a jobber destroyed at the jealous hands of a bitter heel.  

Looks like it's the end for our hero ... or is it?

Our Moment

Michael groans in pain as the vengeful heel stomps his gross foot on his chest.  Devin's smile gave away his satisfaction at destroying something so beautiful.  In Devin's mind, there was always someone prettier or better looking out there but today that handsome jock was getting owned and humiliated. 

Michael fights back or how he finally "gets" gay wrestling

Michael works the advantage for all it's worth and mounts his opponent.  

Our moment today is not when we see Michael pin or submit his opponent.  No, our moment is when he proves he's got what it takes to stay in the match.  

Devin attempts a cheap shot of his own.  Punching dangerously close to our man's package.  

Our moment is seeing our abused, humiliated, hero, limp to his feet and get ready for more beat downs.  

Michael dry humped into submission

But not before a sweaty Michael is tossed on Devin's shoulders and thoroughly emasculated.

Right about now you're thinking that this is the end.  Michael proved he can take the punishment and he's just about used up all his nine lives.  Afterall, it's gay wrestling cannon to see a young hot jobber dominated by a older, stronger heel.  

Michael summons the last of his strength, he overpowers Devin

So think again, if you bet against Michael Crowe's sweaty abs of steel, then you my friend are sure to lose. 

You see those muscles aren't just for show.  Those abs can take the punishment. 

Michael thinking - is that all you got? His abs can take all that and more!

This is Michael Crowe - 200lbs of muscle and I own this mat! 

So there you have it.  In his debut, Michael proves his pretty face can take a punch sure but those abs, that incredible body, completes the total package and can take anything gay wrestling throws his way.  Scratch what I said earlier about our moment being Michael taking his punishment - our real moment is when the man turns from pretty face into a gay wrestling action hero.  

[kokorose]

Me and you against the world- LN4

Lando Norris x model!boyfriend

Faceclaim: Kim Mingyu (seventeen)

Summary: The one where Lando comments with the wrong account.

A/n: Mingyu isn’t a kpop idol in this.

A/n: I’m in no way speculating on Lando or Mingyu’s sexuality. This is just for fun.

Photos: Pinterest.

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User3: YnUsername?!?

YnUsername posted

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YnUsername: Cover Model alert 🚨 Thank you @Cosmopolitanmagazine and @BVGALRI for this opportunity!

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BellaHadid: beautiful boy!!!

Cosmopolitanmagazine: ❤️

BVGALRI: ❤️

User4: holy-

Ynbffusername: YES!!!!! THATS MY BEST FRIEND🔥🔥

User5: The scream that was heard coming from my mouth!!!

User6: You can’t keep getting away with this!! 🫠🫠

User7: ARIANA(Max Fewtrell) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

L11n13: 🥵🥵🥵🥵damn baby! Proud of you but hot damn!

LandoNorris posted

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LandoNorris: Quick stop in Seoul 🇰🇷

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User8: LANDO WAS IN MY CITY?!?

User9: okay but whose the other person?!

User10: yn is in the likes again!

User8: I mean they’ve been liking Lando’s posts over the last couple weeks. Since around Spa.

MaxFewtrell: 😑😑 the food looks good at least

LandoNorris: it was amazing

YnUsername posted

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YnUsername: my boyfriend calls me pretty boy 😜

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BellaHadid: ❤️

Zendaya: 😘😘

User11: HIS BOYFRIEND CALLS HIM PRETTY BOY😭😭😭

User12: CAN YOUR BOYFRIEND FIGHT?!?

YnUsername: please don’t fight my bf, he’s too pretty

LandoNorris: did I lie????

YnUsername: Lando…

LandoNorris: Shit

User12: LANDO’S THE BOYFRIEND?!?

User13: LANDO!?

User14: holy crap I did not see that coming.

User15: neither did Lando.

LandoNorris posted

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LandoNorris: Hi, it’s Lando here,

I just wanted to clarify the situation. Since I was little I always felt like I was different due to liking both girls and boys. Everyone told me “no you can only like girl”, so for years I did what was expected of me, I only dated girls. But no matter how hard I tried to only look at girls, there were boys who caught my attention. Boys I wanted to hug, kiss, and give my heart to. But now I’ve found someone that I really like and I love him more than anything in the world.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m bisexual. And I’m proud to be Bisexual. And I’ve got a pretty boyfriend who loves me!

🩷💜💙

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YnUsername: I’m proud of you and I love you too.

OscarPiastri: Proud of you Lando.

McLaren: We stand with you Lando. 🩷💜💙

LewisHamilton: Proud of you Lando 🙏🏻

MaxFewtrell: Proud of you you muppet.

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YnUsername: now I can show off my sexy boyfriend.

Tagged: LandoNorris

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LandoNorris: ur the sexy one

MaxFewtrell: 🤢🤢

OscarPiastri: now you guys are gonna be disgustingly cute in person

RiaBish: cuties

User16: gosh they are adorable together!

User17: I’ve never seen Lando this happy

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F1Gossip: Spotted on the paddock! Our newest member of the Formula One family, model Yn Ln, has arrived for the Singapore Grand Prix! McLaren driver Lando Norris announced he was dating said model in a beautiful coming out post.

The model was seen in the drivers garage during the race!

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User18: THATS LANDO’S BOYFRIEND?!? HE’S SO PRETTY!

User19: he’s gorgeous

User20: they showed him during the race talking to Lando’s dad.

User21: he was at the parc fermé at the end of the race!

User22: did y’all see them walk in together? He’s taller than Lando and it’s super cute!

User19: omg!!!

LandoNorris Posted

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LandoNorris: Singapore!!! P2!! Congratulations to Carlos on an amazing drive! I definitely had fun celebrating! Off to Suzuka!

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YnUsername: Yes baby!!!! You did amazing!!

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CarlosSainzJr55: Vamos Lando!!!

LandoNorris: Vamos Carlos!!

AdamNorris: So proud of you Lando!

MaxFewtrell: we did not need to know that 🤐

YnUsername posted

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YnUsername: That’s my mfking boyfriend!!! P2!!! 4 podiums so far baby, here’s to many more 😘 congrats to Oscar on his first podium!

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LandoNorris: 🥰🥰

McLaren: can you come to every race?? Pls?

User23: not admin begging yn to come to races!!

OscarPiastri: thanks yn!

YnUsername: you did amazing Oscar!

[monzabee]

all around the world (pretty girls) (social media au) - pg10

masterlist

Summary: The one where the internet finds out about you and Pierre's relationship.

Pairing: pierre gasly x reader (model used: precious lee)

Warnings: fluff, some light cursing, the timelines don't match whatsoever (please disregard this, thank you!)

Request: "Can you do a Pierre plus size and bisexual reader?"

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

elleusa

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elleusa: Join us in getting to know the latest Versace it-girl, Y/N Y/LN by clicking the link in our bio to access the full article!

bellahadid: the prettiest butterfly🦋

mertalas: pleasure working with Y/N!

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ynontherunway: mother is blessing us with more content🤩

officialyn

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officialyn: elle usa. dehors maintenant. toujours un plaisir. serving moriticia addams big time.

ynscloset: THE versace muse❤️

bellahadid: jolie fille!🤍

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alpinos1031: liked by PIERRE GASLY??

peargassly: he's been liking his way through instagram again🫣

officialyn: vroom🏎️

officialyn just posted a story!

officialyn

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officialyn: i kiss boys AND girls, connard.

kendalljenner: yes she does

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ynsvoguecover: oh no.. we lost her.. she's no longer for the girlies

aynaday: i can't believe she left me and our kids😭

pierregasly: quel genre de garçons embrasses-tu?

officialyn: ceux qui vont vite

charlesleclerc: 👀

pierregasly just posted a story!

officialyn just posted a story!

pierregasly

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pierregasly: liked by pierre gasly. tagged users: officialyn

f1wagss: new wag alert!!

alpbros: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS @alpinos1031

alpinos1031: HE REALLY SCORED HIS SHOT HUH😭

bellayn: what is mom doing here🥲

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officialyn: i get my own dump?🤠

pierregasly: i am an appreciator of fine things after all🙃

officialyn: soyez silencieux😂

officialyn

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officialyn: un peu magnifique. tagged users: pierregasly

estebanocon: y/n bestie!

officialyn: estie bestie!

motheringyn: we really lost her for good, guys😭

bellahadid: i can't believe i've been replaced!❤️‍🩹

officialyn: never!

peargassly: i can't believe she's already feeding us this good🩷

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pierregasly: i have thought you well, amour

officialyn: you're lucky i am a good student🙃

officialyn: je t'aime, bien que

pierregasly: je t'aime aussi, jolie fille

[xxmoodslimexx]

Oh I have an idea! Trying to scare the boys since it’s Halloween. It could be a small prank or something genuinely terrifying :)

S/O Spooking the Ghostbusters

- Peter -

• How bad you scare him just depends on what day you catch him. Sometimes all you're gonna get is a bewildered look, other times you’ll make him scream like a little girl. Mostly it’s just the former.

• If you do manage to scare him though he’ll really exaggerate his reactions, even once he’s realised it’s just you. He’ll yell really loud, clasp his hand over his heart and throw himself to the floor like you gave him a damn heart attack.

• Be warned that this is a very dangerous game to play. Once he realises that you’re trying to scare him he’ll want to try too.. And the guy has way too much time on his hands.

• 

- Egon -

• Definitely the easiest to spook. The man gets so wrapped up in his work and can concentrate so hard that sneaking up on him is laughably easy. 

• Wanna really scare him? Bring the boogeyman into the equation. Somehow get him believe that it’s back or even make some sort of model or something. Guaranteed spooks all round.  

• He’s not mad, he’s just disappointed. 

• He won’t really attempt to get you back beyond maybe giving a little jumpscare or deliberately trying to creep you out on a bust or something though. It’s pretty easy to tell when he’s doing it though, he uncharacteristically can’t stop himself from smiling.  

- Ray - 

• You’re gonna have the toughest time. Ray’s one of the bravest Ghostbusters, if not THE bravest, and he loves all things Halloween and horror. You’re gonna have to be real inventive.

• He’ll jump but recovers so fast and then he’ll just grin and admire and congratulate you on you’re little prank, especially if there are special effects or costumes involved. You got him good! You’re so creative, y/n!

• The best time to get him is out on a job since he takes every bust super seriously and will be on high alert and a little on edge the whole time.

- Winston -

• He's also quite easy to spook. He'll tell out a bad word and has a bad habit of instinctively getting defensive, so watch out.

• Again - Not mad, just disappointed.

• He'll get you back ten fold and remind you /exactly/ why he's doing it. That's what you get!!

[betterthanburrow]

Bengals’ Media Day Photographer - Instagram AU

(Bengals Quarterback! Joe Burrow x Photographer! OC)

liked by 50,009 users

yourinstagram: miss photographer is my name.

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yourbrother: what’s your photography job for the day?

↳ yourinstagram: the bengals’ media photos 😊

↳ yourbrother: AND I WASN’T INVITED TO COME WITH YOU?! … please can you tell Joe Burrow i said hi.

↳ yourinstagram: okay sure… and i’ll tell him your his biggest fan too.

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photographyinstagram: a day in the jungle 🐅🍃

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username1: MEDIA DAY CONTENT IS COMING SOON!

username2: whoa… the jungle design setup is nice!

username3: WHO DEY!

username4: welcome to the jungle!

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Bengals_Updates: Joe Burrow for the 2023 Media Day Photoshoot (IG Story from @.yourinstagram)

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username1: THAT’S MY QUARTERBACK

username2: hot boy with a headband alert 🤤

username3: this man is SO FINE!

username4: I’M ON MY KNEES FOR HIM!

username5: joe burrow should be banned from our society… look at all of these honey comments 😳

liked by yourinstagram and 420,013 more users

joeyb_9: Year 4 🏈 📷: @.yourinstagram

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Bengals: 🔥🔥🔥

username1: delete this!!!! my WIFE follows you on IG!

username2: mahomes wanna-be!!!!!!!!!

↳ username3: football fans trying to gatekeep football players wearing headbands is a new low 😵‍💫

username4: YOU’RE THE REASON MY GIRLFRIEND BROKE UP WITH ME! I HATE THE BENGALS!

yourinstagram: the Cincinnati Bengals’ QB giving photography credits?! i feel very honored!

↳ joeyb_9: as long as the outtake photos never see the light of day… you will get the photography credit!

liked by yourinstagram and 170,135 more users

NFL: Headband Joe 🫡

📷: @.photographyinstagram

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username1: 🤤🤤🤤

username2: i’ve never been so attracted to a white man until now 😵‍💫

username3: look at the next NFL MVP!

yourinstagram: the outtakes from the photoshoot will be posted online one day… trust me on that!

↳ joeyb_9: umm… NOT on my watch!

username4: REVENGE TOUR IS HAPPENING SOON!

username5: answer the dms @.joeyb_9

username6: the NFL is a Joe Burrow DICK-RIDER!

liked by joeyb_9 and 55,013 more users

yourinstagram: the perfect first date outfit 🕷️

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yourbrother: i find out you’re going on first date from an Instagram Post?

username1: so you’re the photographer who did the Mediw Day photoshoot 👀

↳ username2: imagine if she’s going on a date with one of the football players that she photographed!

yourbestfriend: a first date… with WHO?

↳ yourinstagram: 🐅

username3: modeling should’ve been your career instead of being a professional photographer… you’re too pretty to always be behind the camera.

joeyb_9: i wonder who you’re getting dressed up for?

↳ yourinstagram: i wonder who too 😊

for some reason, it feels like it’s been a long time since i’ve published an Instagram AU… but it’s only been over a week.

if you have an Instagram AU request, please send the request to my Inbox and i’ll try to get the requested Instagram AU published as soon as i can

thank you all for the love and support! 🤍

[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 9: Family

Rolling hills, misty meadows, whispering streams. I’m beginning to like England. Granted the sun doesn’t come out much but nothing’s perfect. Right now we’re driving through the countryside in a dark green motorcar and I can’t stop sticking my head out the window.

“You’re going to get decapitated by a tree,” John states plainly.

“I’ll walk it off. This is amazing!” I laugh. “We don’t have sights like this in Brooklyn.”

I’m sitting in the back next to John, while Arthur sits up front and Thomas drives.

“Where are we going?” I ask as we head further into the wilderness. “You’re all not driving to the middle of nowhere just to bump me off, right?”

“No way,” John scoffs. “Finn would have our heads for killing his favorite teacher.”

“Well thank you! Also I must say this is a nice car. 1919 English Ford Model T designed by Ford, who is American by the way.”

I see Thomas roll his eyes. “Yes, yes. It’s charming how proud you are of your country’s inventions.”

“I thought you said we were going to the fair,” Arthur says to Thomas as he pulls up next to a river. 

“We have business first,” Thomas answers as he exits the car. “Come on, bring your wits.”

“What about the dame?” Arthur asks.

Thomas nods towards me. “She can come too.” 

“Why did she even have to come at all?”

“She could use some fresh air, same as all of us,” Thomas shrugs. He points to a few men standing next to a white horse. “Verena, that’s the Lee family.”

“Are they nice?” I ask John as Thomas walks ahead.

“Couldn’t tell you. We don’t do business with them.”

“Tommy!” One man shouts in greeting.

“Johnny Dogs.”

They each approach and begin to chat while the rest of us just wander in silence. I take the chance to get a better look at a gleaming white horse tied to a wagon. It’s a powerful beast, almost just as good as Monaghan Boy.

“So that’s the horse,” Thomas comments as he walks up behind me.

“And that’s the car,” the new man says as he looks at the vehicle we arrived in.

Both men go towards their desired things, with Thomas inspecting the horse’s hooves and the other man checking out the car.

“Wait a minute. You’re not swapping the car for a bloody horse,” Arthur warns.

I continue to stroke the horse while the men go on flipping some coins, resulting in Thomas winning and letting the man take the car for a spin. However Thomas seems to notice some laughter coming from the Lee family and he walks closer to get up in their faces.

“Are you Lee boys laughing at my brother? Are you, eh? I asked you a question!”

My instincts kick in and alert me to a possible fight. Not wanting things to get ugly, I quickly stride forward to get closer to Thomas.

“Mr. Shelby, this doesn’t have to get ugly. I know it’s not my place-”

“You’re right, it’s not,” Thomas states harshly without looking away from the Lee men. I have to admit that kind of hurt.

“Tommy come on, it's just a craic!” The man called Johnny tries to talk him down, then speaks in an unfamiliar language to the Lee men.

“Yeah but his mom was a Diddicoy whore,” one Lee jabs at Thomas.

That does it. Something in Thomas’ eyes flashes, as if all his humanity has just clocked out. Before I know what’s happening he grips his flat cap and I see the gleam of metal in the pale sunlight. Oh my God. The instant Thomas draws blood John shoves me to the ground out of the way as more attacks roll out. The Shelbys whip their caps across the Lee boys, sending spurts of blood everywhere. In this violent mix all I can do is crawl away to stand next to the horse. Fists are thrown and pretty soon all Shelby brothers are kicking at the defeated Lee men lying in the mud. 

John and Arthur sulk back to the car and Thomas comes over to obtain the horse. There’s still a storm of emotions behind his eyes but when he sees me hiding behind the panting animal his gaze softens by a fraction.

“You don’t seem too upset. Not that your reaction matters.”

“I don’t blame you.” This surprises Thomas and I continue. “I myself am a tolerant woman. You could slander and shame me until my name is worth dirt. But there are some things I will not stand for.” I begin to hold up three fingers. “One, do not shame my country. Two, do not shame my religion. And three, do not shame my family. Family is everything to me, and I can see it means just as much to you. I don’t know your history but that doesn’t matter. Those bastards had no right to say something like that.”

We walk back to the car and Thomas realizes something. “You know I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you swear.”

I snicker. “Don’t get used to it, Thomas. I tend to keep a very clean vocabulary.”

The ride back is an awkwardly silent one. All Shelby brothers share the same sour expression with grim eyes. As an outcast I feel it’s not for me to have an input; yet my heart aches for their wounded spirits. I can only hope things are better back in town-

“Now what the bloody Hell’s been going on here?”

Arthur’s voice stirs me from my thoughts and I look out the window to see- Dear Lord. Groups of coppers swarm through the streets, rounding up cityfolk into groups as they tear through their homes. Some people aren’t even fully clothed.

“Oh my God- What happened?”

“Looks like the work of them new coppers,” Thomas mutters darkly. “There you are, Steenstra. Here’s the justice you asked for.” 

I shake my head in dismay as we pass the humiliated masses. “This… This isn’t justice. It's an abuse of power. I mean, look at these poor people! They’re embarrassed, scared… This is why in America we have constitutional rights!”

“But we ain’t in the States, are we love?” Thomas rebuts.

It seems like an eternity before we get back to the Shelby household. Arthur goes off alone and I follow John to the common area, where I find Finn indulged in a book.

“Anything good?”

His eyes don’t stray from the page. “Umhm.”

“Glad you lot are finally back,” Polly says in an unamused tone as she enters from the kitchen. When she sees Thomas her eyes narrow as that of a hawk circling its prey. “That new inspector wants to talk to you. Lickey Tea Rooms, ten o’clock on Friday. He came into the church with his feathers in a bunch, claiming to be looking for something.”

Her eyes continue to linger on Thomas and we both know what she’s talking about. I can tell there’s more to be discussed that’s none of my business so I decide to head back to Finn. But their meeting must have been short because Thomas is following close behind.

“Where are you off to?” I ask softly.

“I’m off to go stable the new horse, get him settled in.”

I nod. “Do you have a name for him yet?”

Thomas’ eyes spark with wonder. “Not yet. Something will pop into me head.”

Now we’re at the back door and for some unknown reason I want to follow him even though there’s no reason to. Deep down I feel bad that Thomas has to shield so much. He’s far from a righteous man but that does not mean he does not deserve compassion.

“What about the cop?” 

He must see through to my concern because Thomas leans in to give me a playful wink. “I’ve got ideas.”

I tilt my head in curiosity. “Mind spilling?”

“We have a fire. One that burns all pictures of the king.”

“I’m assuming that’s a big deal to you Brits?”

Thomas laughs at my naive mindset. “Very big deal. It’ll send a message to those coppers and anyone else who’ll listen. I even called in for a reporter.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, yes. Breaking news: Thomas Shelby led away in handcuffs on an arson charge.”

“Not to worry, love,” Thomas says before tipping his hat in parting. “It takes a lot to beat the Peaky Blinders.”

Now we see John and Arthur approach, both with divided looks.

“I hope to God you know what you’re doing,” Arthur comments before they all walk out the door.

“So do I,” I mutter once they’re out of earshot.

Lord only knows how to tame those Shelbys. Maybe I’ll have better luck with Finn. Upon returning to the living room I see he’s still reading and has been joined by Ada, who’s gulping down water as if there’s no tomorrow.

“Goodness, Ada. Trying to drown yourself with that much water?”

The Shelby sister grunts. “I’m so overheated, you have no idea. I just can’t seem to cool down- Also do you smell ham?”

This puzzles me. When I first met Ada she was calm and collected. Now her mind is unsettled and confused. Yet this is skimmed over by Finn because he looks up from his page with a curious expression.

“Verena, what’s it like in America? Tommy says Americans are-”

“Finn!” Ada scolds. “We all know very well what Tommy thinks of Americans. There’s no need to repeat his outlandish beliefs.”

“No no, that’s alright,” I hold up my hand. “If there’s one thing I’m used to it’s discussing my culture. When you’re from a cramped city like Brooklyn there’s no way around bumping into multiple lineages. If you want to know about America the first thing you must learn is that not all Americans fall under the same heritage. We take pride in our mixed cultures but still remember the traditions of those who came before us. For example, since part of my family is Dutch we believe in keeping our ground floor curtains open pretty much all the time, because it shows we have nothing to hide.” I get a sheepish grin. “Although… Since my family lives in an apartment we don’t have ground floor windows, so we just keep a few open. Another tradition we follow is joining the Irish celebration of Samhain, which takes place on October 31st. It’s an ancient Celtic festival that marks the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter.”

Suddenly Ada sprints over to the kitchen sink and throws up all the water she just consumed. I quickly follow over and try to help by rubbing her back and holding her hair out of the way.

“Jesus, Ada! You must have a stomach bug. Finn, go find Polly-”

“No, I’m fine,” Ada quickly declines. “J-Just a little dizzy, just need some rest. I’m going to bed.”

She wanders down the hall to her room despite my attempt of coaxing her to lie on the couch. Once she shuts the door Finn and I exchange confused looks.

“I’ll never understand women,” Finn shakes his head.

“I am one and I don’t fully understand them,” I give a stiff laugh. “I’ll let Polly know when she gets back. For now how about a lecture on American geography?”

Finn bookmarks his page and claps his hands. “I’m all in!”

[hoziersfrancesca]

The 2025 Sanremo Festival: the recap

Ok so now that its over and we are officially into TUTTA LITALIA, withdrawals lets look back into the first non Amadeus festival.

First off, a small coment on CC (Carlo Conti). It seems the festival has taken a step back into what it was before it went off to become what we have goten used to for the last five years, mainly because of the presenter Conti. From "time being but a concept" to "we must move as fast as possible or we will be eradicated by Conti himself in front of the whole Ariston theater", to the BUT above all the distinguished women that present with me are MOTHERS, to asking Malgioglio what he notices first in a woman, it seems we were in the trenches of the old festival where trash had really no place among songs and women will be there to look pretty. The thought that even 2026 will be like this is tiring honestly. Today Conti admited in an interview that he leads the festival the same way Baudi did and all I have to say is that Baudi was doing the job thirty years ago quite well, but we are no longer the same public so lets hope that Sanremo changes Conti more then Conti can change the festival.

Ok now back to recap mode.

First Night

The reunion of the boomer trio reunion and the begining of the TUTTA LITALIA, TUTTA L`ITALIA nightmare

From the moment that the audio just went out in the first two minutes, we should have known how this night was about to go.

Co-Conductor: Antonella Clerici and Gerry Scotti(at least Zio Gerry managed to bring some CONTROLLED chaous in the midst of the tornado Conti had summoned to make this night go on faster that an f1 race lap)

Memorable moments (non song related): Jovannoti coming forth dressed in THE TUTTA GOLD, almost falling while entering the theater, giving Prince ALi vibes for at least three continious minutes and beginning to give off the vibes that would disturb Conti`s puntuality that he felt though his incredible contection with the force. He would continue to hold the Ariston stage hostage for 20 MINUTES(they probably had to call Gianmarco Tamberi to remind Jova that it was time to head home before Conti summoned the demons to drag him away.

Also we had a small and insignificant PEACE WINS!! moment where the Pope may or may not have had something prepared to read while being shown in a gigantic screen to remind every one that Israel and Palestine should just hug it out, followed by a duet of a palestinian and isralei singer singing.....Imagine by John Lennon.

Memorable moments(song related): The first night is where usually singers introduce their songs and their looks. It is hard and it aslo was hard to distinguish a winner in this moment but however the most memorable ones were :

Coma Cose: Cuoricini, Cuoricini, volevi solo cuoricini(mom and dad were truly feeding us)

Achille Lauro: Incoscienti Giovanni (no one was excpecting him to be THAT dressed)

Elodie:Dimenticarsi alle sette(the song was a nice bop but what attracted the most attention was her aluminium made dress)

Brunori Sas: L`albero delle noci(NEW dilf alert, song and looks alike)

Lucio Corsi: Maybe the only truly nice discovery song and apperance alike(everyones bby boy for this editiondetected it seems)

Fedez: Battito(evryone was excpecting some gosip, turns out the song was actually nice).

Second and third night:

These two nights are usually when each half of the 28 artists performing their songs again and the only real change are the co conductors, the guests and the outfits the performers wear, which are different from the first night.

Second night co conductors:

Bianca Blatti(the godess, the model, the ACCOMPLISHED WOMAN)

Malgioglio(auntie managed to carry the red carpet on his back at the last minute considering he lost his stage clothes a week before)

Nino Frassica(everyones favourite tv cop decide to come fourth with his own bouqet and to invert his colours as to match Malgioglios hairstyle, and later on proceeded to steal time from evil Conti plans to introduce the book he wrote on Malgioglios life(strange ship about to leave the dock? or was he trying to establish himself as the superior co conductor Queen? to this day we don`t know)

That nights guest: Damiano David(poor boy was forced to endure so much italian he seemed exhausted by the end of the night, even his gf had to have everything translated in the audience)

Some fashion moments:

Third night co conductors:

Miriam Leone, Elettra Lamborghini, Katia Follesa. These three ladies would unite their energies for a common goal: to make CC feel as small and as humiliated as possible even in front of his stereotypical questions and attempts to make himself look like a sex symbol in the eyes of God-knows-who. They all succeded on different levels, Katia a bit more than the rest, but still all their efforts were recognised but the Tumblr public.

The nights guest: Duran Duran and Vic de Angelis: It would seem that they only had the budget of one Maneskin ember per night but nevertheless no one excpected Vic and she was a nice surprise. Also another nice surprise it would seem the singer of Duran Duran has now officially been married to Katia Follesa and to the joy of everyone CC couldn`t do anything to stop it.

Some fashion moments:

Fourth night: THE BEST

It seems that even the presenze of CC couldn`t stop the cover night of the festival from being the one that delivers the SERVE and ARTISTRY of the true Sanremo spirit.

Starting of with two co-conductors who not only seemed like they wanted to obliterate CC where he was standing but who also wanted to be at the festival without the need for anyone to put a gun to their heads.

Mahmood(yeah Beyonce`s closes european equivalent)

Geppi Cucciari, italian actress and comic who came out guns blasing to excorcise the spirits of boredom that had hauted Ariston for three nights up to that point.

Cover Highlights:

Moda and Francesco Renga performed Angelo(Francesco Renga) and delivered "Incredibly but Unsurprisingly) a lemon not shown in tv .

Clara and Il Volo with The sound of Silence(Simon and Garfunkel) which I excpected to be a massacre for Clara but she held her own with the boys. Still ended up quite low for my taste in the final ranking.

Lucio Corsi and Topo Gigio with Nel blu dipinto di Blu(Domenico Modugno) VAI TOPO GIGIO, THE MORAL WINNER OF THE NIGHT. Made everyone cry while singing with an almost 70year old marionette character and paying omage to said characters original voice actor. We could have ended the night here but still more people had to sing.

Irama and Arisa with Say Something (GBW): This boy is never beating the I WANT TO BE DOMINATED SO BAD allegations with the way he performed this one in front of mommy Arisa. Overall a great interpretation of a TOUGH song in my opinion.

Giorgia and Annalisa with Skyfall(Adele) Giorgia + Annalisa+ Adele song combo? = WIG OFF. I am only mad they took from Lucio and Gigio tbh.

Elodie and Achille Lauro with A mano a mano(Riccardo Cocciante)and Folle citta(Loredana Bertè): It took Elodie to make Achille serve some cuntiness in this festival and to finally rebel a bit to CCs SET IN STONE timetable. At least we got some shoulder and bi panic.

Fedez and Marco Masini with Bella Stronza(Marco Masini): No one asked for this but here we are. Having to sit through a public divorce.

Bresh and Cristiano De Andre with Creuza de Ma(Fabrizio de Andre):Bresh wanted to pay tribute to Fabrizio so much he did it three times. And it was amazing for all of them.

The Winners: Giorgia and Annalisa.

Finale:

I didnt really get to follow it. But as excpected from CC there wasnt really filled with iconic moments but more of some sad-saying-goodbye to this Holy Week of Sanremo moments.

Here are some highlights:

Gabry Ponte performs TUTTA L`ITALIA and finally puts a face behind the nightmare that is this song. That way we know who to blame for the withdrawals being like THIS.

A fake Angela from Ricchi e poveri appears behind Conti to haunt him for what he stole from us.

Then the real Alberto Angela appears to get everyone maybe a Little bit TOO concentrated.

A comicby the name of Fru who has been asking for days to get on the stage finally got his chance with The Kolors and IT WAS EVERYTHING.

Tony Effe decided to head home to Rome approximately 0.3 seconds after stepping off the stage.

Mahmood performed AGAIN as a way to calm the audience after the massacre that was the final vote up to the fifth post.

And last but not least: Olly wins first first place, with Lucio Second and Brunori Sars third.

That`s it for this year, or at least until Eurovision(not for me though, still boycoting it:))

[danganronpa-headcanons-imagines]

I love Kiyotaka Ishimaru so please tell me if you have some headcanons about my boy ! It can be any type, i just like to talk about my boy ☺️

Thank you in advance

I am ALWAYS ready to talk about our boi Taka!! He deserves the WORLD

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Kiyotaka Ishimaru Headcanons

Kityotaka is known for being a total hardass. And he is. But when he isn't on the job or on high alert, he (surprisingly) can be pretty chill

When he relaxes he likes to either do absolutely nothing or absolutely everything. He is either sipping tea reading a book in dim light, or getting way too invested in Monopoly and crying to play the shoe

Even when he is totally chill, his voice is still booming and loud. He has a hard time controlling his volume and gets shocked when people tell him he's yelling cough cough autism

I know it's shocking, but he has a bit of trouble making friends. But if you endure his... eccentric qualities, he is a bro for life. I'm talking ride or die

100% the person to call out people who wrong him or his friends with no shame or hesitation

"He asked for NO PICKLES, this is UNNACCEPTABLE behavior for your establishment!"

Yes... he has asked for a manager a couple of times. But not to insult them, he intends to give advice and teach them ways to be better workers! (This has lead to him being escorted out a multitude of times)

We've all played Danganronpa, we know he's jacked. He may be a scholar at heart, but he never forgets to have gym time everyday. Kiyotaka leads a healthy lifestyle, and that includes healthy food and exercise

Personally does NOT like deep fried food. It makes him feel sluggish and tired, which you can't be if you're gonna be a role model!

His favorite food are vegetables, hands down. Something about the crunch of a celery stick or the flavor of a stewed carrot is absolute heaven. This man will eat a raw tomato like an apple

This man has a strict bedtime. By 9pm he is out like a light. If you want him to stay up longer you need to get him super drunk and high energy, or this man will conk out on your kitchen floor

Owns a dog that he's had since he was a child. It's his best friend and they've done pretty much everything together. It's really the only being that can keep up with Kiyotaka's energy

An absolute MONSTER at karaoke. Regular songs he's okay at, but Ishimaru absolutely ROCKS at power ballads

Definitely has a skincare routine, this man's skin is silky smooth. And added onto it is precise eyebrow care and grooming

We can joke and everything, but I genuinely headcanon Ishimaru as autistic (he just like me fr). He is aware and not ashamed of it, but often tends to over-apologize to people for his behavior and quirks

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Hope these are enough headcanons lol! I kinda kept writing and had to stop myself

[sweetsmellosuccess]

Review: Challengers

Dir. Luca Guadagnino

What if you have a love triangle in which each of the three points represents someone who’s pretty awful? Put it another way: How are you meant to root for anyone in a movie if they all seem equally  —  if in their own ways  — regrettable? 

The answer, as explored in Luca Guadagnino’s tennis-based love drama, seems to question the very idea of rooting for someone at all in such a situation. This is a confounding idea for a movie that is ostensibly about sports, and make no mistake, there are a great number of long scenes of the characters playing tennis, with a great variety of POV shots (some from the players; some, more jarringly, from the ball itself), and much discussion of said sport, and the strategies therein. 

Still, for all its concern with tennis  —  and the structure of the film follows along a championship match at a lesser ATP tournament between our two sparring lotharios  — Guadagnino, working from a screenplay by Justin Kuritzkes, isn’t so much concerned with the sporting outcome of a given match, but the emotional stakes it represents. 

It makes for an intriguing, if at times ham-handed, approach to the standard sports genre model of the game being the thing. Here, the game is just the backdrop for the emotional stakes it becomes imbued with over time. 

The film’s skeletal structure follows a championship game at a lesser ATP event in New Rochelle, NY,  between two men. When we first lay eyes on Patrick (Josh O’Connor), he seems like the scrappy underdog to the far more fluid and accomplished Art (Mike Faist). As they play, both men seem preoccupied with one of the spectators, the stunning Tashi (Zendaya), sitting dead in the middle (symbolism alert!), watching both players with rapt attention. 

As the game progresses, we get a series of flashbacks, some from a couple of weeks back  —  Art, a perennial grand champion and megastar, having to come back from injury and general ennui, gets talked into playing this event by his coach/wife Tashi  —  some from as far as 13 years ago  — Art and Patrick, long best friends at the all-encompassing tennis academy they both attend, meet Tashi at a party in her honor, as one of the best young players in the world, and both fall madly in love with her. 

Eventually, through these series of flashbacks we get the gist of the stakes at this particular championship match: Tahsi started out dating flashy Patrick, who turned pro rather than attend Stanford, along with the other two; but their falling out, especially after Tashi suffers a career-ending knee injury, left her available for the more reserved, dependable Art, whom she eventually marries. 

The couple then cut Patrick entirely out of their lives. As Art ascends to the peak of tennis royalty, Patrick descends into playing for peanuts on qualifying tour gigs, hooking up with women in different cities more or less as a way of not having to sleep in his car. 

However, Patrick’s more brazen allure (as a successful doubles pairing, the boys were known as “Fire and Ice,” and while it’s never clearly specified who was who, it become increasingly clear as the film progresses) never quite stops for Tashi, who vacillates between cheating on Art with Patrick, and wanting absolutely nothing to do with him. 

If that weren’t betrayal enough, she also meets with Patrick, a player her husband has never beaten on the court, the night before the championship match, to convince him to throw the match so that Art can win and build up his confidence heading into majors season. The price, as you might expect, is once again sleeping with him, a cruel outcome for the unsuspecting Art. 

To the film’s credit, the characters are far more slippery than the standard sports tropes might expect: Patrick, for all his seeming down-on-his-luck underdog position, actually comes from an exceedingly wealthy family. As Tashi points out to him forcefully towards the film’s end, after Patrick has asked her to drop Art as a client and become his coach, all of his poor penniless affect is actually just an act. Tashi, for her part, comes across as supremely confident and assertive, but clearly has a lot of not fully explored contradiction to her. She might bark orders at her dutiful husband, but it’s also clear her sense of boundaries are blurred to the point of being unrecognizable. 

Art, meanwhile, as docile and reserved as he seems (in befitting a tour champion of his caliber at a less glamorous event such as this, doesn’t actually say a word for the first 15 or so minutes of the movie), has already decided he’s done playing professionally after this current year, and tells Tashi so  —  a move Patrick has already predicted to her. 

What Guadagnino is also after, more in keeping with the director of the exçellent Call Me By Your Name, is the not-so secret love affair between the pair of boys. In an early scene, after first meeting Tashi and convincing her, somehow, to come to their hotel room for an after-hours celebration, she begins kissing both of them before discreetly pulling back and allowing them to passionately kiss one another for several long seconds before they realize she’s no longer between them. Less subtly still, Guadagnino references phallic imagery between the boys  —  think bananas, and churros, they gleefully tear into in front of one another  —  as a way of advancing the idea of their unverbalized love. 

Their battle of one upmanship becomes more about unrealized adoration of one another, a fact Tashi (who already sees a tennis match as a “relationship” between the combatants) seems all too keenly aware of, throughout their lives interwoven together. It is an interesting way to display the character’s wants and desires  —  almost everyone wants something they don’t actually get: Tashi wants a dominating pro career; Patrick wants to be reconciled with his friends; Art wants Tashi’s love and devotion  — and to stack all of these unfettered desires on the scope of a minor ATP event yields some interesting bits. 

Still, it’s a tricky thing to have an audience invest in characters who are ostensibly either so selfishly minded, or egregiously unaware of their own desires, that they too often act like pariahs. In harmony with the film’s title, we as an audience are tasked with caring about these often loathsome characters without much of an emotional anchor. For all the film’s playfulness with time and structure, it really boils down to a threesome of people who probably would have been better off had they not met at all.

[guywrestlingaddiction]

That Wrestling Moment: When Pro meets Pretty - Cameron Matthews v Cali Boy (wrestle4hire2.com)

We all know the outcome and yet I need to watch it.  That's how I feel about gay wrestling - we know pro Cameron will destroy the pretty Cali boy but I can't help myself but watch it all happening.  This wrestling moment is when PRO meets PRETTY.  

Cameron Matthews v Cali Boy (wrestle4hire2.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

The Backstory

One thing I'm sure we all love about wrestling in all its forms is the collision between two men.  Their egos, all that muscle and time in gym, collides into each other and explodes into total destruction for one man.  In today's episode we look at when an instagram model enters the ring for the first time and collides (or more like crashes) into the one man pro wrestling industry that is Cameron Matthews.  

A hungry Cameron eyes up our model

Cameron: I'm the king of the jungle.  I run this place Cali Boy: Looks like you run this pretty bad...

The Action

Soon they're off.  Cali Boy is a tall strapping dude, so tall in fact that even while barefoot - Cameron needs to look up at him.  But no matter as Cameron immediately mounts Cali Boy's long lean back and puts him in an arm bar transitioning to a choke hold.  

Cali Boy manages (or probably Cameron let's him) a reversal before not knowing how to capitalize on it.  I don't blame the guy, he's so attractive that I'm sure people cut him a ton of slack, but not Cameron.  Cameron is all pro and does not mince moves when it comes to wrestling.  

Cali Boy gets crushed.  His moans and groans only fueling Cameron's savagery

The Moment 

Sure the pretty is nice to look at but you need the pro in your gay wrestling to kick it up to the next level.  Throughout this match, Cameron knows the holds and all the ways to put his pretty opponent's body on display.  

Cameron: Go on. I want to hear you scream 'I quit'.

Cameron: Give... I said give! Cali Boy: Fuck you ... You little bitch.  

Cameron: The ab destructor.

Cameron: The Pecker wrecker (C)

Cali Boy: Is that all you got? 

Cameron: I'm going for them. I'm going for those nips. 

Watching his limp body struggle to get up and put up any resistance, is like catnip to heels.

Cameron: I don't get to do this too often.  Putting a good looking young rookie down for the count. I'm usually the good looking one. 

This moment is brought to you by the PRO completely bending the PRETTY to your will.  Cameron owns this match from start to finish, it was all preordained really.  We all knew this would end with a manhandled Cali Boy shown off in the best possible way.  It's like watching a master artist at work; the agony and the ecstasy are why I love gay wrestling.  

Remember, it's not work if you love what you do.

[daily-ish-syndicate-headcanons]

HC:

Techno grew up hiding his injuries, so when he met Phil, he didn't even think about telling him when he was hurt. Phil is furious ofc when he finds out that Techno has been close to dying multiple times and didn't even fucking tell anybody (it's in a caring way istg Phil would never try to hurt Techno's feelings)

It takes a while, but eventually, techno get's comfortable enough and starts trusting Phil with his injuries

(Imagine Phil chilling on the couch and then Techno flopping onto him dramatically and just laying there for a moment before Phil looks down and says, "Yes?" and Techno just barely raises his head as he just nonchalantly says, "I have a gaping hole in my abdomen. I was told to inform you." And then Phil just immediately freaks out while Techno just remains chillin' on the couch :)

But then Ranboo comes along, and well, he's just a happy ol' guy :)

But, like, Techno just walks into the house one day to see Ranboo patching himself up (some pretty nasty burns there), and Techno just drops whatever he's holding (probably holding firewood or smthn, dramatic clatter and all) and stares for a hot second (it startles Ranboo, and poor lil ender boi thinks he's about to get his ass whooped)

Cue almost two hours later, Phil walks in from a long flight to see Techno fussing over Ranboo's burns even as Ranboo is still nervously assuring him that he can handle it himself. (Techno scolds Ranboo until Phil has to step in and remind Techno that he did the same thing once upon a time. Techno just huffs and continues working on the burns)

This happens a few more times when someone catches Ranboo trying (and failing miserably) to patch himself up until one-day, Techno has to have a gentle heart-to-heart with Ranboo about why he really shouldn't be hiding injuries. Ranboo, ofc is too shy to actually tell anyone, so Phil and Niki come up with an idea that allows him to alert people that he's injured without actively telling them or "bothering them."

They have a little board where there's one of those cheesy human model cutouts (like the ones you see on the 3rd grade "Tell me about yourself" worksheets), and all Ranboo has to do is pin up a little ribbon on the cutout coordinating with wherever he's been injured. The ribbons are color-coded based on the severity of the injury, or even type (burn, cut, break, sprain, bruise)

Anyways theres my silly little hc

-🌻

THEY ARE SO SPECIAL TO ME THEY ARE SO AAAAA

Im sobbing this is so cute

[coffeelovesdramasalatte]

LITA Ep 3 Rewatch Thoughts

Hi friends! Here we are at ep 3, and these posts are getting longer by the episode so grab a lil snack and some water if you want <3 I had to make a part 2 because the number of images got to be too many (linked here and below)

The opening continues to slap (plus I think I've listened to it enough times I think I can sing along with the chorus despite not knowing more than 8 Thai words)

Recap spanks hehe

Opening the episode up strong with this beauty (am I talking about the bike or Phayu in the folded coverall? clearly it's both)

SCHEMING CUTIE ALERT!!! That's the Sky-is-my-new-favorite-person smile <3

I'm dyingggg - Phayu says "I'm still waiting Rain" but bro, it's only been like 10 hours since the declaration of love-war, please calm down

Oops I realized I haven't been mentioning the episode titles - this one is so cute! 'I like Rain, and I'm not talking about the weather" but tbf this should have been episode 1's title

Live footage of me crying over my schedule as a grad student:

Dang, Sky has got a good poker face

Also Rain and I are equally dumb (I'm including myself here bc if I didn't already know Prapai and Sky were going to have a storyline I probably wouldn't have assumed he liked guys right off the bat) - Sky didn't even flinch when Rain writes down his mission to court Phayu (a guy) and immediately writes down the first tactic. WHICH incidentally is "show up in front of him every day". It's pretty full-circle that Prapai uses this same tactic to woo Sky later on, isn't it? (I also didn't notice that until right now so wow these rewatch posts are helping my analysis skills lmao)

Look at my determined son!! He's gonna get his mans!! (Sky's looking a little skeptical tho)

Ah Sig my beloved other son who has a single braincell bouncing around in his head like a DVD player screensaver

The Rain-at-the-garage montage contains so many cute shots but this would get too long if I put every single one in, so let's focus on the first meeting with the brothers-in-law (P'Saifah and Rain). How much must Phayu have described Rain for P'Saifah to instantly know who he is on sight? Also P'Saifah probably reported back to Phayu immediately and I'm kinda sad we don't get to see that convo.

I didn't catch this until now but they also foreshadowed Rain missing a deadline in the next scene. Sky tells Rain to finish his work but as soon as Phayu texts him, Rain runs out of the room without having done anything.

Listen, I love P'Aon and his matchmaking skills ok??

Look at Rain, he's trying so hard to be polite with the P'Phayu and the khrap - what a good boy! It's taking everything in him tho lmaooo

The conversation that comes right after this between P'Saifah and Rain is pretty interesting. I love how the narrative keeps trying to tell us that Phayu is some sort of dangerous fellow when all he's done is be a model student and mechanic and teach college freshmen good manners. Could he maybe learn a little something about physical boundaries? Perhaps, but maybe it's just how kind-looking Boss is, but I never got any sense of danger from Phayu, and esp not towards Rain. Rain's reaction to hearing presumably about Phayu's past relationships is quite on-point, and really cements the stubborn and determined attitude he takes towards getting Phayu to like him. It's how we as the audience know he's gonna be successful.

Next up, Phayu arrives in all his fashionably-late glory. This part has me smirking every time because he walks in all suave and stuff but approximately 7 seconds into Rain's pouting he immediately drops all pretenses and becomes so squishy and soft

I LOVE this exchange between them - again, we are getting a full picture of their early relationship dynamics. Phayu has expectations that Rain's gonna be different, and Rain's telling him he's gonna meet those expectations, and Phayu's satisfied "ah just as I thought" face makes an appearance.

I absolutely adore this expression on Rain/Noeul - it's so subtle but powerful

Yay dinner date!! Phayu is taking so many mental notes right here (also pls note this is the same face Rain is making right above)

Phayu is way too good at pressing Rain's buttons omg - he really got Rain to do this with like a single sentence of teasing (tbf Rain is pretty impulsive tho so I'm not surprised)

The poor serviceperson was like pls let me go

Phayu goes through this episode looking wayyy too satisfied imo

But Rain actually does have nice manners - he gave Phayu the utensils and bowl first and does say thank you

This smile should be illegal actually bc it is stealing my heart and soul

And we get another instance of Phayu being very not immune to Rain's pout (this time he doesn't even get to pout for 3 whole seconds before concerned Phayu is feeding him and patting his mouth with a napkin)

We get some more foreshadowing that Rain is going to miss a deadline

ok THIS. These small gestures that Phayu does for Rain have me swooning just as much as their intimate scenes. Something about that sentence is grammatically incorrect but you get my point, right? They could have easily not included them (and idk if these were even scripted) but they make the relationship that much sweeter and believable.

Slightly off-screen headpat alert!!

AND WE GET IT IN POV SHOT TOO

Live footage of us whenever PhayuRain do anything:

Get you someone who looks at you the way Sig looks at his writing utensil (Have I mentioned I adore him yet?)

Also wait he's not wrong!!!

We get Rain's voice jumping like 10 octaves this time lmao (the increase is proportional to how much he loves Phayu obvs)

Look at our smart boy!! He's won design awards, y'know

Phayu you are not allowed to bully P'Aon like this - he's literally on your side??

Rain: I don't want to see Phayu

Also Rain: ignores Ple, the teachers, his friends, his homework to run to the garage to give Phayu snacks

Part 2 here (y'all we're literally only halfway through the episode omg)