#rio's got that puppy love vibe about him

[oforthetaintedsorrow]

tokyo and berlin in money heist: korea...hmm...like tokyo could totally peg berlin

[pantherastevens]

Something Sweet

If you told Panthera from the first day that she met Miles Gonzalo Morales that he was the needy type of boyfriend, she would've called you a dirty liar to your face. The boy was antisocial as they came and looked like he would break out in hives if someone even hinted at getting too close to him (that wasn't his family, of course).

But nope. 

As they became friends, she found that Miles welcomed her hugs and touch. When they finally got together (to the joy of Aaron and Rio), the boy forgot the meaning of personal space. 

Don't get it twisted; Miles knew there was a time and a place for everything, and he didn't like many people in his business like that anyway. But... that doesn't mean he's not ready to pounce on his girlfriend when they finally have a bit more privacy. And Panthera was by no means a frosty lover. She doted and babied the Afro-Latino.

Kissing, hugging, and taking care of her man. And Miles loved it.

...though maybe a bit too much. Panthera unknowingly created a whiny, needy, and clingy monster.

And that fact became a daily reminder for her almost every time she and Miles were together. 

Today, they decided to walk around the safer parts of Brooklyn as a little impromptu date. It was during the summer, so the couple had ample free time together. They had stopped by a corner store for some snacks, seeing how Panthera would be having dinner at the Morales residence later that evening. The girl had been in the mood for something cookie and cream-related and was delighted to find some Pocky sticks in the flavor she wanted. With some chips, a bit of chocolate, candy, and some drinks, Miles paid for their items, and they went to the park. After finding a clean bench, Miles sat down, pulling his girl into his lap. In the early stages of their relationship, Panthera would've put up a fight by trying to sit next to her boyfriend and not on him, but Miles proved to be very stubborn.

Now, she goes willingly, allowing the boy to curl around her and nuzzle her neck and shoulder.

The pair shared earbuds as they listened to music on Miles' phone. The young couple were listening to a shared playlist filled with love songs or songs that filled them with good vibes.

"i'm yours" by Isabel LaRosa echoed in Miles' head as he stared at his girlfriend. 

This wasn't something uncommon for the boy to do. He couldn't help the fact that he had a literal angel for a girlfriend. Everything about her was just so pretty.

Her dark complexion that was nicely complemented by her dark blue camo dress. Her lovely long sunbleached locs, mostly tamed under a gray and blue silk beanie. The sound of her voice humming along to the beautifully haunting voice of the artist. Those gorgeous dark brown eyes lit up as she eagerly opened her box of Pocky sticks. Her glossy, plump lips wrapped around the treat-

Damn.

"Mami..." Panthera glanced over her shoulder at her boyfriend with a raised brow. She knew that tone. The "you've been ignoring me for too long, and I want some of your attention" tone. The girl finished chewing on the candy before addressing her lovesick boyfriend.

"Yes, Mi?" Miles wrapped his arms around his girl.

"Can I get one," he asked sweetly, leaning in close. Panthera stared back at him with an unimpressed glare. There were very rare occasions when the girl wasn't in the mood to share her favorite snacks, especially if she hadn't had them in a long time. This was one of those occasions, plus she knew that Miles was just using her snack as an excuse to get her attention.

She will not be fooled by those puppy dog eyes that made him even more cuter than he already was-

'Focus, Panthera.'

"C'mon, please," he whined, pouting a little. Panthera took out another stick, slipping it between her lips, staring pointedly at the Afro-Latino. Before she could turn away, Miles pulled her flush against his chest.

"Don't be mean, mami... lemme get a taste," Miles smirked, leaning in to take the remaining end of the stick that poked out of the stunned girl's mouth. With a soft kiss to her lips, Miles bit down on the treat before pulling away with a satisfied grin.

"Sweet, just like you," he said as he licked his lips. He could taste the cookies and cream from the candy and the blackberry flavor of Panthera's gloss. Panthera blushed, trying to brush off his sudden move with an eye roll.

"You had enough, Mi? So I can go back to my snack," she asked. Miles chuckled, leaning in for another kiss.

"I could never get enough of you, mi dulce gatita. And I think it tastes better if you share, don't you think?" Panthera felt her initial annoyance wane as she felt her boyfriend's plush lips against hers. 

She created a lovesick fiend... and part of her can't be mad or annoyed at this.

She thought it was kinda sweet.

[cloudcountry]

assigning the ikepri characters love languages with my very limited knowledge of their characters because i thought it would be fun PART TWO

(part one: ikevamp)

sariel had me stumped for like twenty minutes HELP!!! i literally have no idea but uhhhhh hm. acts of service maybe. BUT ALSO WORDS OF AFFIRMATION but not in the cheesy way, in the way where he likes praising mc when she does something well C:

nokto seems like he’d be really touchy or just praise the people he cares about a lot. i’m leaning more towards praise, so words of affirmation? but honestly this man is an enigma i don’t understand HELP

leon is so physical touch coded...i am not sure what it is. he just seems like such a sweetheart that would love holding his lover and swinging them around and touching them in any way he could. very tender vibes :((( he seems so kind.

chevalier.....HMMM CHEVIE..............maybe quality time??? since he doesn't really seem to find other people all that interesting or like spending time with them. since he likes spending time alone, his time might be precious to him and sharing it with his lover could be a big deal. idk HELP

licht is a hard one but i guess physical touch? maybe? but im also getting an acts of service vibe. i know literally nothing about him though except for the fact that his route is really really sad.

clavis has the unfortunate love language of making you horrendous food (okay so yes i might have looked through my friend’s playthrough of him but that means NOTHING okay i still don’t know anything about him SHHHH) ANYWAYS an actual love language...physical touch maybe? i remember seeing somewhere that he's a leg man LMAO

rio is NOT debatable. he is words of affirmation. but yk, whatever love language you want him to have he will have. but seriously just from the prologue alone i’m convinced if words of affirmation had a definition it would just be his face.

jin seems like he would be all for physical touch!! i feel like he's one for words of affirmations too but i think he’d like holding his partner...kinda like leon but with less puppy dog energy???

yves seems like he loves giving quality time!! i’ve played a little bit of his route so obviously i know a bit more about him than i do the others right now but he takes time out of his day to make sure the mc is comfortable. just spending time with them is enough and i think that’s so sweet :C

luke is kinda tough too but i think he’d appreciate quality time? he seems to like being alone for the most part and honestly i can picture him just spending time with his lover whenever he can. he’s another one that seems really sweet honestly :C

gilbert’s love language is killing people for you /j but um actually i think maybe. quality time? vio HELP. i think he likes reading so maybe reading w him in the library. i dunno he’s got me stumped.

keith seems so sweet :(( um i think!! words of affirmation!! he seems like someone that would think he might hurt you if he touched you, so physical touch doesn’t feel right to me. he does seem like the type to whisper a soft “i love you” or hold pinkies.

silvio screams gift giving and i don’t know if this is because nobody else has given me gift giving vibes or because he seems like a rich brat type BUT. gift giving methinks. he jingles and jangles and maybe you should jingle and jangle with him

[carmypen]

hmm, foilshipping for 001, and ryou bakura, kaiba, and rio for 002?

I am sorry this took so long 😭

Foilshipping

when I started shipping it if I did:

I started shipping them around the time the Prince Vector Legendary Numbers episodes aired. For most Zexal fans those episodes were the Black Mist x Vector episodes. But for me they were my foilship awakening XD

my thoughts:

I don’t really have anything deep to say about foilship. They just spark joy for me. I do love stories about forgiveness, though. And Foilship can really scratch that itch.

What makes me happy about them:

I like the complexity of Foilship. There’s a lot going on with the up and down and deceitful/truthful nature of Yuma’s and Vector’s relationship throughout the show. The way they are narrative opposites (foils) of each other. The fact that they were unknowingly at odds with each other from the very beginning. The fact that their relationship can be read with many different interpretations. Also post-canon is basically free real estate for them, and there’s a lot you could dig into with Vector’s past human life and Barian Emperor self. I feel that variety/complexity is why the ship is so popular.

What makes me sad about them:

It bums me out that they have only like a 2 second interaction during the last episode. There’s so much going on with them, and what we got in the finale was really unsatisfying.

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

I write fanfic more than I read it. So I don’t know what common Foilship tropes there are. I feel like one thing that would probably bother me though would be if people wrote Vector as Shingetsu without acknowledging his Vector side.

things I look for in fanfic:

Again, I don’t really read much fanfic. When I do I usually just look for short one-shots with good grammar, a good premise and writing that has the characters relatively in-character. When I’m writing Foilship myself I try to make sure Vector is always a little bit of a manipulative jerk, even in his past life when he was “good.”

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Kotori or Astral for Yuma. Shark for Vector. For Yuma either of those would probably be a happily married sort of situation. For Vector and Shark the vibe would be more like, “Congrats on your new permanent roommate, NERD.”

Vector and Rio could be fun, too. I can see a comedy scenario where they fake date to annoy Shark.

Actually, I do enjoy VectorxKotori as a crackship, too.

My happily ever after for them:

I’ve actually never given much thought to what a happily ever after for Foilship would be like. I mostly want the Tsukumos to adopt Vector, though. So I guess if Yuma & Vector get together in some major way that could happen.

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

I think that would depend on if Vector is putting on a more “Uguu, Yuma-kun 🥺” face or if he’s being his more natural self. Or if you’re going for an angst vibe and having one of them comfort the other. Either way, I see Yuma being kind of like an overactive puppy and accidentally kicking any potential cuddle partners and being kind of annoying in general 😆

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Probably playing Duel Monsters.

Ryou Bakura

How I feel about this character:

I can’t say he’s my favorite. I’m more interested in the Yugi-centric and Kaiba-centric sides of DM. But I do feel bad for him. On paper I feel like he SHOULD be one of the most interesting characters in the show, but he’s not because...Kazuki Takahashi didn’t feel like talking about him too much I guess?

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Aigami, Yami Bakura under specific circumstances (I want it to be with his Zorc side, I want Ryou to save the world by winning the love of card game Satan), Yugi

My non-romantic OTP for this character: 

Can’t really think of any. I’d just like to see him doing more friendship stuff with Yugi and the gang.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I’m not really a fan of the popular post-canon thing where all the “Yami” characters come back in their own bodies. So I’m not really a fan of that happening with Ryou and Yami Bakura.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

It would have been nice if he had had some of his own focus episodes. Even if they were just goofy filler eps or something. Like, I would have absolutely traded Doma or Kaiba Land Grand Prix for like, a four-episode mini-series where Ryou has to duel with his occult deck. Or goes to Domino Comic-Con and has to face a rival in an epic duel of painting dnd mini-figures or something.

my OTP: Memoryshipping-Ryou x Aigami. I really like the complex drama of Ryou dealing with the guilt of kind of but not really killing Aigami’s dad. I think that would be so much fun to explore. And Aigami feeling weird about maybe falling in love with the person who he had hunted down to exact revenge on. I just think they’re neat ^^;

my cross over ship: Not really a ship, but I think Ryou and III from Zexal would get along really well. They have that soft yandere nerd boy energy. I can see them working together to create realistic miniature chronomaly ruins or something like that.

a headcanon fact: If Ryou and Aigami end up spending a lot of time together, Ryou would end up bonding really well with Sera. She would remind him a bit of Amane, and would bring out a doting, domestic big brother side in him.

Kaiba

How I feel about this character:

What can I say that other Yugioh fans haven’t said already? Love Kaiba. He’s the perfect mix of being a genuinely great character and being completely ridiculous.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Kisara, Yugi, Azureshipping is kind of fun on occasion, too. Also flareshipping. 

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I like the brotherly bond between him and Mokuba.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I’m not really big on pride or puppy shipping. I like all the characters involved and think they have interesting relationships worth exploring. I just don’t feel any excitement or desire to see the characters in a romantic relationship. Feeling this way does make my yugioh fandom experience kind of interesting, though XD

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I want the Kazuki Takahashi rivalship instagram post to be canon. More on that in the next section.

my OTP:

Rivalshipping!! And completely by accident, too. I’d seen a lot of analysis posts floating around on here about it. And I liked the post-canon possible future instagram post. Somehow that all congealed together in my brain into an idea for a novel-length fic, which I decided to make Rivalship because I thought adding a romance subplot would be fun. I then continuously wrote this fic from December 2020 all the way through April of this year. Writing that much of Yugi and Kaiba together basically made them my OTP. I love them so much. The idea that they can both come away from the sadness of Atem’s passing and build a happy future together based on the foundation of what he taught them is just so wonderful to me.

my cross over ship:

Not really a ship, but I want him to fight the Barians. Possibly all seven of them and possibly all at once. The card game is optional.

Also, I love the idea of sticking him in a board room with a bunch of other fictional company presidents and seeing what happens. Like, stick Seto Kaiba, Bruce Wayne and Kousei Kogami all in a room together and see what insanity ensues.

a headcanon fact:

Pegasus has definitely made a Kuriboh version of BEWD and Kaiba has definitely spent a significant amount of time being super bitter about it.

Rio

How I feel about this character:

I like her a lot, but she gets done so dirty by the show that I end up just feeling kind of bad for her.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Kotori, IV, Vector, maybe Durbe

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

I still stand by the idea that her and Shark have the best depiction of a sibling relationship in all of Yugioh.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I would like to see more done with her fear of cats. It was such a random thing I noticed when rewatching Zexal, and it was even included in Duel Links. I think Rio deserves a goofy filler episode where she duels Cathy in order to stop Heartland from becoming a cat paradise.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Her getting to interact with IV would have been really nice. I’m really glad Duel Links picked up that thread. Even if it did take over a decade to happen T-T

my OTP:

I don’t feel like there are any Rio ships I like enough to consider an OTP. Honestly, I think Rio needs to work on finding herself a little bit. Get out from under Shark’s shadow and pave her own way. I OTP Rio with a promising Duel Monsters career, self-love and being alive.

my cross over ship: Ohhhhh there is a DM x Zexal crossover fic I have been writing in my head forever where past-life Nasch, Merag and Durbe go to Egypt and have an adventure with Pharaoh Atem. Rio gets to bond with Isis, Mana and Mahad over magic priest/priestess stuff. I think that would be so much fun.

a headcanon fact: Even though they were a rich family who never really cooked their own food, Mom!Kamishiro still had a special curry recipe she would make herself for the twins. Rio knows how to make the recipe and considers it to be really important especially in light of the fact that she’s not *really* Rio. She thinks that at least someone will be able to continue on the memories of someone who passed away, and that’s important.

[who-is-olivia]

Track 8. Ever Since New York

Harry Styles x OC

Harry and Olivia move in together but get caught in an argument. [3.4k]

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: none

March 2014

  Olivia rubs her eyes, sleeping in a first class flight is truly a transcendental experience. Beneath her, Harry wrestles with the belt holder that painfully presses against his back. She pokes her head out in the corridor, the lights are all still out and there are no flight attendants in sight. On the entertainment system is a freeze frame of Finding Nemo, she doesn’t remember having paused it so she just assumes Harry did. The divide between their seats was lifted and they found a strange position to sleep together while keeping the seatbelts fastened. He hits the entertainment system clumsily to find they’re missing less than an hour until landing in New York.

“Already?” he groans with a husky voice, tugging on her elbow, “didn’t even get the time to fuck in the bathroom”

“No fucking way-“

“Just a quickie ‘ey?”

“You’re disgusting” she dismisses it, pulling her blanket up to her chin.

“I wanna get in the mile high club” he insists.

“Come again?”

“It’s like a club of people-“

“I figured, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating” she chuckles at him, “what do you get in that club?”

“I guess a membership card and a breakfast basket”

“Ugh, I’m dying for breakfast” she rubs her feet together as one of them is numb.

“You can always order something from the menu”

She raises her brows, “Oh yeah, I’ve got money now” he giggles, getting up as well and stealing a bit of her blanket. “Always forget that, I guess my soul will always be a twenty-year-old broke student”

“You’ll get used to it”

  After about thirty minutes they arrive at the JFK airport, then head to the baggage reclaim. As they wait by the carrousel, they notice a couple of people whispering discreetly. It must be quite a sight: Olivia in her loose jumpsuit hugging Harry by the waist as he keeps a flight pillow around his neck.

“I think we’ve been caught” he pokes her sides, “told you we should’ve taken a private flight”

“Shut up” she runs a hand mockingly over his face. “Broke student, remember?”

“Yeah, right” he pecks her lips.

The baggage starts to arrive at the carrousel as they keep a watchful eye, until she notices one of Harry’s three red suitcases come over. “I got this”

“Oli, it’s really heavy”

“Don’t worry, I got this!”

  She gets close to the tracks and tries to pull it put her legs give away under the weight and she almost trips but eventually gets the damn suitcase. She excuses herself from the people around and takes it to their little cart.

“You ok?” he barely holds a laughter.

“Yeah, just fucked up my shoulder but I’m alright”

“Want me to get the rest?”

“Yes” she cries jokingly.

  Olivia sits on top of his baggage while he pushes her around the arrivals terminal. This, to him, is the least practical way of moving into another place. Since he and Oli decided to live together in New York, they’ve spent a lot of time figuring out the logistics of that. Most of his big stuff – furniture, electronics, memorabilia – has already been moved by a moving company. All that was left were his clothes, and since they were both available, he recruited her for that little adventure.

  They arrive at 3:00 am to avoid the crowds and instead of hiring a transfer they call Frank. He picks them up at that ungodly hour and takes them down the road to Manhattan.

“How was the photoshoot?” Franks asks.

“It was great, after the second album’ shoot we asked for something a bit more grounded and they found this really sick house with a swimming pool” Harry picks up his phone to show the pictures.

“I’m feeling some wet shirt vibes” Oli taunts.

“The pool was empty, love”

“Bullshit” she mocks, “You were there doing what? Riding skateboards?”

“Lou actually tried but he ain’t good enough for that” he comments leaning over to show them the pictures, Frank tries to catch a glimpse but Harry pushes him away. “Don’t look, you’re driving”

“Didn’t you say wet shirt?”

“No! Didn’t you hear anything we just said?” she complains.

“I kinda zoned out after wet shirt” they laugh.

  As they make their way to Manhattan, they drive through Brooklyn noticing how quiet the bustling city feels at this time in the morning. All they see is the newspaper delivery truck, few cabs arriving at the neighborhood, people walking their dogs. They take the Manhattan Bridge and watch as the city transform from the horizon to the engulfing walls around them. This late they ride through empty avenues, as if they’re sneaking into the city while everybody else’s asleep.

“Is that a church?” Frank notices when he parks the car.

“Yeah, St. Lazarus Chapel. They don’t ring bells or anything like that, at least not every hour” Oli explains. “But I think I’ll go crazy just like my mum”

“Why’s that?” Harry asks while Frank chuckles knowingly.

“When I was little she used to make me do the cross sign every time I passed before a church, and there’s a bazillion churches in Rio so we walked like to maniacs going-“ she performs the cross sign several times, “all the time”

“I never saw you do that”

“Guess I lost practice”

  After dropping all their luggage on their new place, Frank heads back to his flat. They have to crawl up some stairs to the small building before taking the elevator, but once they arrive at the huge flat it feels worthwhile. It still smells like fresh ink and new rugs, there’s still a couple of unfinished furniture, lots of boxes to unpack but it’s welcoming. Harry notices the decorations he brought over from London is already in place at the kitchen and the dining room, along with some of her stuff. It feels appropriate, like a place made for both of them, a mix of what they both enjoy.

“Do you want to unpack now or can we just sleep a bit?”

“Let me just get my trousers”

  He searches through the cases while she climbs the stairs to the master bedroom.  As there seems to be no one around and, through their wall-sized window, he can't see any neighbors, he chooses to change right there in the middle of the living room. When he climbs the stairs to their suite he finds Oli with a grumpy face staring at her phone.

“What’s with the funny face?”

“Got an interview in Boston today” she grunts, “I completely forgot”

“Oh, come on” he climbs on the bed beside her, “can’t you reschedule it? Maybe Morgan can say you’re sick-“

“No! This is big, I have to go” she dismisses putting her phone down, “Just got time for a quick nap”

“Oli, come on... I just got ‘til Friday before the tour”

“I know, it’s a quick drive, I’ll be back tonight”

“Can’t you take the week off? Just this once, so we can get the place done” he works his way to her neck, laying small kisses over it but she won’t break.

“You can get it done on your own, I’ll help when I get back” she pecks his head quickly before hopping out of the bed and towards the bathroom. He follows her there with puppy eyes and she sighs, “Haz... really? I got to do it, it’s just one day, I’ll come back right after!”

“I know, I just don’t want to stay here on my own”

“If we keep working like this eventually one of us will stay here alone, we talked about this” she reminds him while putting her braids on a bun.

“I get it, I just... I don’t like here the way you like here, staying in New York without you feels a bit dumb”

“You’re making a fuss for nothing”

“I only moved here to stay with you, first day I get here and you’re off to somewhere else, it’s a bit telling” he insists, making her stop on her tracks.

“Harry, this is a one off thing! If it was anything else I’d rather stick around and finish this place with you, you know how much effort I put into it, but I have to work! You agreed to it before we even got the deed!”

He leans his forehead on the doorframe, hitting it slightly. “I know... Can we at least-“ he’s cut by her phone ringing.

“Hi Morgan...” she picks up to talk to her agent, “You better call him, I think he also forgot...”

  Harry leaves her on the bathroom and sits on the top of the stairs. The window opposite to him takes a whole wall from the ceiling of the second floor to the base of the first, and through it he can see parts of St. Lazarus Chapel. He never considered how faith had seldom played a part in his life, it’s not something he misses particularly, but he always envied the faithful. They have such a peaceful conformity with the way life is, he assumes they interpret every setback as the will of God and therefore even the worst things in life must happen for a positive outcome. He wishes he could have that, he wishes he could think of their careers as a privilege but in times like these it’s hard to understand God’s designs. Why would they move together if they get further apart?

  Out of sheer curiosity, Harry closes his eyes and makes a prayer, a very silent one without even putting his hands together, just repeating the words that come so naturally to him. Growing up in a small city, religion was a constant in his education just as much as art. After years of reciting the words he even frowns upon forgetting some of them and maybe changing the order of some verses.

  His prayer is cut by Olivia leaving the bathroom, carrying her perfumed scent out with her. She picks a change of clothes and stores on a small rucksack, at least he knows for sure she won’t take long to come back.

He keeps hearing her actions behind his back until she gets silent: “Don’t do this to me”

He turns around, “What?”

“Don’t sit there like an abandoned dog, you’re killing me” he chuckles but she remains dead serious. “We’re already taking huge steps, Harry, I swear to you this isn’t the way it’ll be from now on”

“If you say so” he smiles shortly, she huffs and continues to pack her things.

“Do you want to come with me?”

“No, I’ll unpack the stuff, there’s still a lot to do”

“Fine, suit yourself” she sits down on the bed and furiously ties her shoes. She wants to say something, anything to make him quit the tantrum and realize how quickly she’ll be back but he’s a stubborn little baby. If she wants to get away with it without scathing her relationships, she’ll have to choose her words carefully. With him, there’s no antidote for her missteps, and she doesn’t want to face the consequences of upsetting him so deeply. “Tell me something: if I asked you not to go on tour next week to help me settle things here, would you do it?”

He huffs, “Oli, you know I can’t-“

“Why should it be different with me?”

“‘Cause if I don’t do my work we don’t get to afford any of this, but one bloody interview won’t change a fucking thing” he bursts.

Olivia stands in shock for a moment, “You’re an arrogant piece of shit”

“Yeah? Tell me something I don’t already know”

  She ignores his self-pity and picks up her bag angrily, checking her phone for the driver who’s already by the door. She wants to say something, anything to make him feel as awful as she feels before she goes. With her bag in hand, she walks past him and down the stairs to the door without even a glance. Guess the stone cold silence say more than words could possibly say.

“Fuck” he sighs, curling in on himself. Her silence is truly deafening.

  For hours Harry can’t shut his eyes, he keeps roaming around his own flat and talking to the walls in hopes of them talking back. He sits at his garden and watches the sun rise considering if he should call and apologize, maybe blame it on the sleep deprivation or the fear of his own loneliness but he knows it’s his own fault. He admits he has flaws, so does Oli, but she seems more at peace with them than himself. Harry considers checking if any of his friends are in town but eventually decides to face his own solitude and try to make peace with it as well.

  He unboxes some of his books and vinyls, placing them on their library. When that box is done, he finds another with Oli’s certifications: after her breakdown, she and Frank released an album as a duo which got ridiculously acclaimed by critics and fans alike. It was such a wild experiment, dropping everything that was once safe for them musically and just write for the sheer pleasure of it. He wishes he had that freedom and also that same outcome. To keep his mind busy, he plays their CD on the sound system while he hangs her certificates on a corner of the living room.

  Thankfully, there’s enough in the boxes to keep him occupied all day while Olivia works in Boston. The city barely resembles New York in its urbanization but if feels incredibly foreign to her, specially when her mind zones out from time to time stopping her from actually recognizing any sights. She arrives at the studio where she’ll be interviewed and photographed, sits down on the makeup chair and once again lets her mind wonder to the Big Apple. Several times she considers picking up the phone and calling him just to make sure he’s not wallowing in self-pity, that’d be worse than simply being left alone.

“We’re all set up, follow me please” the producers calls her.

She follows to a white background where Frank also stands with a worried frown, “You’ve got that look on your face”

“I’ll tell you later, promise”

  Their pictures are taken with several props and instruments then it’s time for the interview. As it’ll be recorded, Morgan comes up to make sure everything’s ok considering Olivia looks dead eyed and Frank looks like he’s having a caffeine withdrawal.

“Just try to look as if you’re not dead inside” she smiles down at them before giving the production a green light.

An interviewer sits in front of them and out of reach from cameras. “You just need to answer me, the questions will be inserted in the video”

“Alright” Frank nods and she starts.

“The new album is a huge departure from the work that got you on the radar, what caused this shift?”

Frank takes the first answer: “The first album was mostly written by Gina and Fiona, our bandmates, and they had a pop-rock approach that didn’t really represented us but it was enough to get us a start. After we became big enough artists, Oli and I tried to make our music a but more like us”

“Yeah, and by that time we had gone through so many formative steps that it was inevitable for us to sound more mature” she complements, minding how much information she wants to expose.

“How would you describe this mature sound?”

“It’s more influenced by black music and regional music. Frank and I spend a season in my home country with my mom, who’s a musician, and we got to understand each other through music, learning different rhythms and arrangements that made it to the album”

“This new sound also made it hard to keep touring with One Direction, is that something you miss?”

Frank looks at her but she shakes her head negatively. This is not a question he wants to answer, neither does she want to delve deep into her personal relationships which are obviously what the interviewer wants. “We miss our friends from the band...” he answers but her mind quickly evades her, going back to that flat on the east side of Manhattan.

  By the time the sun sets, Harry’s done a lot of unpacking. For the last hour he unboxed several pictures of them to place on hangers, but now decided to rest a bit before actually hanging them. He cuddles up on the couch with a blanket and a cup of tea, alright feeling quite homely in his new home.

  It’s around 7:00 pm when Olivia arrives. As the driver leaves, she finds herself once more in front of St. Lazarus Chapel. In the privacy of the empty street, she discreetly touches her forehead, chest, and both shoulders before walking inside her building. She walks into her new home and drops her keys on a coffee table, absorbing the new decoration until her eyes land on the small ball of covers on the couch. If that isn’t the sweetest fucking sight she’s ever seen...

She steps out of her shoes and crawls beneath the blanket, making Harry fuss a bit making room for her on the couch.  “I told you I’d be back soon”

“You did” he mumbles.

“So you threw a temper tantrum for nothing”

He rubs his eyes and faces her, “I’m sorry love” he strokes her cheek, “I said some rude things and you didn’t deserve that, I’m really really sorry” he pecks her lips, pulling her into his embrace. She knows he’s not a bullshit excuser, he’s very much capable of admitting his mistakes and asking for genuine forgiveness, that’s why she won’t push it further.

“I forgive you, ok?” she pecks the tip of his nose, “but I can’t forget what you said”

“Oli... I didn’t mean it-“

“I know baby, but you said some things that got me worried”

“Don’t worry about that, I was just being a drama queen-“

“I’m not mad about it, I promise! But you’re right, you don’t know many people here and you don’t know the town like I do, and I want you to feel at home” she turns around and picks something from her backpack, “So, I got you this”

He frowns and picks an amass of paper wrapped in a bow. He unlaces it and finds a map of New York City, by the size of the folded paper it must be huge. “... thanks?”

“Come here” Oli tugs on his hand and pulls him to the big empty space in his living room where there’s still no furniture. She opens the whole thing on the floor and it’s about the size of her arms open wide in both dimensions with the city boundaries encapsulating Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens and Jersey. She then takes a red sharpie from her backpack and circles a spot in the east side of Central Park. “This is our house, right?” she writes ‘home’ over the spot, “If you follow Broadway all the way up you’ll get to Frank’s right...” she pinpoints it, “here”

“Ed’s got a place here, right?” he asks.

“Yes! Ed’s got a flat in one of these condos, let me check” she zaps through her texts with Ed Sheeran back to the day she visited his new place, “Yeah, it’s right here, mark it” Harry takes the sharpie, marks an X on the spot and writes Sheeran.

“Do you know if James’ got a place here too?”

“He hasn’t got a place, but he always rents a room in Midtown when there’s a new Broadway show”

“And where’s that?”

“Here” she points it and marks it, staining the tip of her finger with red ink. “We could watch a show sometimes, I need to see the new Phantom of the Opera”

“Oh no, you’ve watched it enough” he chuckles as he recalls her watching it almost weekly and greeting the actors on a first name basis.

“Come on, you never came with me”

“It’s ‘cause I don’t want to” he mocks.

“Fine, then stay here moping like a fucking hermit” she kicks him humorously but he takes hold of her leg and bites it lightly causing her to giggle. “Stop it!”

  He pulls her by the leg, making the map slide on the wooden floor until he can crawl up on her. She spins them around trying to evade his grasp but on his back pocket he accidentally presses his phone and her album starts to play on the PA system.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” she shakes her head in disbelief. “Can't believe you're a fanboy"

“Shut up” she leans and kisses him intently somewhere over Wall Street and Ellis Island.

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Just Tonight #1 (Shalaska) - BABE

Sharon is the lead singer in an indie punk band and Alaska finds herself becoming their number 1 fan.

AN: So I was scrolling through the blog a while back and I found this prompt and I just fell in love with it, however I’ve been on holiday for the past five days so I wrote all of this on my mobile phone while on the tram, at the hotel, walking to see Alaska a few nights ago and even at the club. I plan to write more of this so chuck it a like if you want!! This is the first time I’ve written fanfiction in a while so I apologise! Also I plan to not make this just Shalaska, there’s hints of Trixya, Pamelet (Pearl/Fame/Violet) and Biadore if you squint.

It was a complete accident that Alaska ended up where she was tonight. 

Sure, it might seem quite comical to picture Alaska Thunder, all blonde hair and long legs, mere inches away from the indie punk cover band playing at the warehouse costume party she’d be been forced into attending by her roommate. It was even more comical to imagine her, in her slutty cat costume (which was really a short dress and heels with store bought cat gloves, ears and a choker) actually enjoying the music, but it was happening. 

A few hours prior, Alaska had just arrived home from her job at McDonald’s, praying to God that her roommate was out. It wasn’t that she didn't like Adore; it was just that the girl was insane. She spent most of her days smoking weed with random people that she had slept with the night before, and when the brunette actually attended the class that the two shared she spent the whole time hitting on Professor Del Rio. Not to mention, she was always trying to drag Alaska out to parties, and while the blonde loved going out, she barely had enough money to keep herself afloat. When she stuck the key in her door, absolutely tired from the day’s work, of course Adore’s voice rang through their shared room. 

“Lasky, we’re going out tonight!!” the brunette exclaimed as Alaska crinkled up her nose. Adore swung her legs over her bed and stood up, a wicked grin on her face. “Don’t give me that look, there’s a party down near Cooper Street that’s having a costume theme. A girl from my gender studies class, Pearl, says the band playing is going to be fucking dope plus Katya is down to come out. Please?”

Alaska sighed. Adore was making these huge puppy dog eyes and the blonde found it hard to disagree. It had been a while since they had all gone out and despite her wanting to sink into her bed and pass out for 12 hours, the blonde gave in. 

“Fine, but I wanna borrow your cat gloves,” the blonde sighed, knowing that her lack of costume could be remedied by Adore’s eclectic style. 

“Fair trade, be ready by eight. Katya will be here and we’ll drink this,” Adore paused as she dug out a bottle of tequila from behind a shelf, “before we go.“ 

“Sounds like a plan.”

——–

Two hours had passed and Alaska was impressed by her efforts. She’d managed to transform herself from a greasy mess to a cat. Her black strapless dress clung to her hips and thighs while her stilettos were higher than professor Del Rio’s standards. Her long blonde hair was pulled up Ariana Grande style while Adore’s cat ears sat atop her head like a tiara and the brunette’s fingerless gloves showed her long white nails. Another loan from Adore was a choker that said “meow” in jewels (“You better not fucking leave it in a frat boy’s room,” the brunette warned), and to finish the cat look, she’d drawn whiskers on her face. Katya (also known as Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolochikova, but nobody had the fucking effort to say her full name), who lived in the room across the hall with a film student called Max and had clicked with the two girls instantly. She lounged on Adore’s bed in her Russian gymnastics suit, red cup in hand as Adore stood in front of her mirror and tied her flannel shirt around her waist. Of course, her costume was just her everyday style - flannel shirt, high waisted shorts, band tee and sneakers, but nobody at the party knew that. The three were drinking homemade tequila sunrises and laughing about some story that had happened to Katya at the club she’d went to the night before. It was their classic pregame that they’d perfected in sophomore year. 

“I swear, Courtney was all over him!!” the Russian blonde exclaimed between chuckles. “She didn’t realise that he had the hugest cold sore, should’ve warned her." 

Adore leaned back and chucked, stepping away from the mirror with satisfaction. "Classic Courtney, total hornbag,” she mused, so many memories coming to mind. Her and the blonde go back to freshman year in high school me have been unlikely best friends ever since.  Turning to face her friends, Adore jumped onto her leopard print beanbag and took a sip from her drink. “Alaska, you’re the rich one. Call the Uber.” The blonde, who was mindlessly scrolling through her Instagram feed, sighed and closed the app. “Fine, but next time it’s your shout, Delano.” The Uber was ordered and set to come within five minutes, so the group downed their drinks and left their dorm room. Adore chatted mindlessly about whatever she was doing in her gender studies class while Katya responded in laughs and Russian phrases. Alaska, however, was in her own world all the way to the party, knowing that something was different. She had a vibe about tonight that she couldn’t ignore, but she knew something good was about to happen. 

————- 

When the trio arrived, the party was in full swing. A blonde dressed in bunny ears and a bodysuit ran over to Adore with a grin. “‘Dora, darling!” she greeted, kissing both of the brunette’s cheeks. She had blue eyes and a nose ring and was accompanied by a dark haired girl with an incredibly small waist dressed in leather. 

“Pearl!” Adore exclaimed as she copied the girl’s actions. “This is Katya and Alaska. Girls, meet Pearl.” The three exchanged polite hellos as the brunette clutching Pearl’s hand cleared her throat. “Sorry babe,” Pearl apologised. “This is Violet, she’s one of my girlfriends.” The brunette forced a smile but looked like she wanted to be elsewhere. “Don’t mind her, she’s just upset that Maggie had to go back to New York for the weekend. She’s our other girlfriend but everyone calls her Fame.” The three girls nodded in understanding as another blonde strutted up to the group. 

“Pearl thanks so much for inv-” she started to say until her eyes locked on Katya. She was dressed in all pink and had makeup resembling a Barbie. “Hi,” she said with a friendly tone. “I’m Trixie." 

Alaska and Adore both looked over at Katya as the Russian struggled to find her words. "I’m Adore, this is Alaska and that mess up the end is Katya.”

“Cool, nice meeting you girls,” Trixie replied with a grin. “Anyways, I came over to say thank you for inviting me Pearl. Now I’m off to get a drink. Anyone coming with me?" 

"Y-yes,” Katya stuttered as she followed the blonde. Alaska and Adore shared a look; they both knew that Katya would not be back until tomorrow. Pearl giggled as she turned back to the girls. Violet excused herself to go to the bathroom, leaving a light peck on her girlfriend’s cheek in the process. Pearl then focused her attention back on her friends. 

“I’d go get a drink if I were you,” she said to the girls. “My friend’s band are about to play and they’re probably the best cover band in Pittsburgh.” The blonde looked down at her buzzing phone with a devilish grin. “Sorry, I’ve been summoned,” she answered with a wink. “I’ll see you bitches later.” With that, Pearl strutted away in the direction of Violet. Adore and Alaska walked up to the bar, the brunette getting distracted and wandering in the direction of a frat boy she’d banged two weekends ago. This left Alaska alone at the bar, ordering a drink as she studied the party around her. 

“You look like you need a shot of vodka,” a voice behind me said with a smirk. Alaska turned around to see a woman with ice blonde hair wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans. In front of her was a lonely shot, the other in her hand. Alaska looked into her eyes, intrigued at how ice blue they were. 

“I never say no to a free drink,” she replied, picking up the glass and clinking it with the stranger. The vodka slid down her throat as Alaska tried not to make a face. Blondie cackled at the other girl’s reaction, her grin the size of the Cheshire Cat. “How has your night been?” the stranger asked, returning to her rum and coke. 

“Good, although I wish they played better music,” Alaska replied honestly. Blondie raised an eyebrow, not able to take her eyes off of the girl in front of her. She notes how her costume is just an excuse to be scantily clad but couldn’t help but check her out. 

“I reckon that’ll change soon, baby. Just get yourself to the front and you’ll see.” And with that, the blonde vanished and Alaska was left to drink her vodka and raspberry in disbelief. She was intrigued by the other blonde, the way that a mixture of different emotions danced throughout her light eyes and how she so easily had Alaska under her spell already. 

The familiar voice broke her out of her thoughts as her eyes flashed around to the stage and locked with the stranger’s. 

“Hi, we’re Anarchy Rose and we’ve got a really cool set planned for you tonight!" 

The band then launched into a cover of "Make Me Wanna Die” by The Pretty Reckless. Alaska watched from the bar, ordering two more drinks and watching Blondie perform on stage. She was electric and Alaska was drawn to her every time she looked at the stage. They’d played a couple more songs until the stranger spoke again. 

“Okay, I know we’re a cover band but this is a song I’ve been working on, feel free to tell me what you think!” The crowd cheered and the music softened her voice low. Alaska was transfixed by her song, their eyes connecting from across the room. The blonde couldn’t help herself; it was as if her feet were moving by themselves through the crowd and up to the front. People were disgruntled by the blonde’s shoving but she just had to be closer to the stranger. During the final chorus, Blondie leaned down and grabbed Alaska’s hand, singing the song to her. It was in that moment that Alaska was completely hooked. 

———-

The band’s set list had ended and Alaska, who found herself completely enamoured with the lead singer, was searching through hallways for a bathroom. Her mind was still firmly on the blonde but she tried to shake it off. 

“Did you like the show?” a voice behind her asked, Alaska turning around to see that it was the lead singer. 

“Actually, I did. You were so amazing up there,” she mused as she stuck out her hand. “I’m Alaska Thunder." 

The blonde kissed the other girl’s hand, blue eyes smirking at her. "Sharon Needles. My parents had a sense of humour.” She grinned as she looked at Alaska’s red cheeks, a reaction to her kiss. It might’ve been the alcohol, but Alaska wanted Sharon to kiss her so badly. Her eyes darkened with lust as Sharon stepped closer, a grin still present on her face. 

“I’m glad you liked the show, princess,” she started, filling the space between the blondes. “But I always liked the after party.” Sharon’s hand carefully touched Alaska’s cheek, trying not to smudge the cat whiskers. Their eyes locked and both could see how much lust they each held as Sharon connected their lips. The kiss quickly became rough and fast, their lust taking top priority over anything. Sharon’s hand rested Alaska’s hip as she roughly pushed her against the door behind them and through to the empty bathroom. She kept pushing until Alaska’s ass hit the back of the sink. Moving her hand down to Alaska’s other hip, Sharon lifted the blonde on top of the sink cupboard, smirking as Alaska wrapped her legs around her waist. Their tongues fought for dominance as one of Sharon’s hand rested on Alaska’s breast, playing with it softly as she pulled away. 

Her lips weren’t away from Alaska for long, though. Sharon kissed the blonde’s neck slowly before nipping and biting at the area, causing the other girl to moan as she did so. Sharon’s lips got lower, exposing Alaska’s breasts so she could lightly suck on her nipple. She knew that she had the blonde in the palm of her hand; she knew that Alaska would beg for her to touch her soon. 

“Fuck, Sharon,” Alaska moaned. She was horny and needy and didn’t realise how much she wanted the blonde to fuck her senselessly until now. Sharon smirked at her moans and stuck her hand between the girl’s legs, rubbing her inner thigh softly before rubbing her on the outside of her panties. She smirked at how wet she was, causing her to want to tease her less. Moving up to the blonde’s mouth, Sharon kissed her on the lips as her fingers rubbed Alaska’s clit, pushing aside her panties. The blonde was moaning into her kisses, her hips bucking as she stuck two fingers inside of her roughly. This made the girl cum with a loud cry, something that was music to Sharon’s ears. However, she wasn’t done yet. 

Kneeling on the grimy bathroom floor, Sharon slipped the panties down past Alaska’s knees and pushed up her skirt so she could gain good access. Her tongue danced along the blonde’s clit before plunging inside of her, tasting her completely. Her hand roughly played with her clit as moans poured from Alaska’s mouth, the girl getting closer in a matter of minutes. 

“Sharon!” she screamed as came a second time, leaning against the mirror in pure ecstasy. This had got to be one of the best sexual encounters she’d ever had. Sharon stood up from the floor and pecked Alaska on the forehead. 

“You like that, Princess?” she asked, her grin still wicked. Her hair was dishevelled and her dark lipstick everywhere but Alaska still thought she looked beautiful. The blonde nodded, pulling Sharon back towards her for a longer kiss. They’d made out some more until Sharon unexpectedly pulled away, a grin more devilish than anything Alaska had ever seen. 

“See you at my next show,” she smirked, and with that, she left. Alaska sat on the sink confused by what had just happened - a girl had flirted with her, given her two of the best orgasms she had ever had… and left. Alaska didn’t know what would come of this, but as she walked home from the party, she knew that Sharon would be tattooed in her mind for a very long time.