#so I feel a lot more connected to this leg of the tour than I did the US ones

[amiscreations]

You can just about see me in the Glasgow Slog! My friend always brings her Italian flag with her so this time I was easy to spot as I was right next to her! The third pic wasn't from the slog, but Ryan sent it to me a few days after the concert!💜

[angelicblondie]

popstar!reader x bodyguard!rafe ~~~ pre-award show ride 18 + MINORS DNI

the scent of tom fords tobacco vanilla and victoria secret tease wafted in the back of the limo, filling your nostrils with the sweetest fusion. kind of symbolic, you thought, of you and rafe - the perfect pair.

your heel tapped on the floor of the car as you sat poised in your seat, rafe sitting to your right, arms rested on the tinted window seal as he gazed out onto the streets.

your eyes flickered to him every so often, almost like you couldn't help it, almost like there was simply a magnetic pull - always has been with the two of you.

tonight was the VMAs, and unlike the very beginning of your carreer, award shows were a lot less daunting. you were up for a couple categories, and even thus far into your career you couldn't shake the pre-show nerves.

rafe looked over, noticing the tapping of your heel which he had come to realize as a nervous habit by now. "hey," he called out, "you good?"

you look over, fluttering your lashes a bit. "why? lookin' to make me better?"

rafe, used to your flirting by now, rolled his eyes with a breathy laugh. "jesus, kid, next time i wont ask."

you bit your lip, moving your leg over to nudge his. "sorry," you held back a giggle, yet you words were sincere. "m'good, just nerves."

he hummed in understanding, looking down as your legs before looking back out the window, his hand wordlessly coming down to grip above your knee, his thumb smoothing over the skin.

you swallowed, taking a breath and attempting to relax into your seat. it was crazy how one little touch from him sent your heart aflame, beating against your chest as warmness spread throughout you. rafe just had that affect on you.

sure, you played it cool - being charismatic was an essential part of your job, you were a master at it. but rafe....he was different. you covered it up by quick remarks and flirty liners, but deep down you both knew that what you two shared - the connection you - was a lot more than that.

a lot more than that time in your dressing room back on tour.

since then, you two had gone back to normal...in your own way. except this time, normal consisted of sly touches and longing looks. heated makeouts once in a blue moon (if your lucky), and knowing stares.

it was exciting, exhilarating, even. you felt in control, even though you had never really felt more helpless. but really, it made sense - everything else in your life was hardly your decision. you didn't get to pick the tour dates, you didn't get to pick which cities, which stadiums. you don't get to pick what events you go to, or when the album deadline is, or who your paired up with on PR dates - thats the managments choice, not yours. a lot of the time, it feels likes your life isnt yours.

but when your with rafe...that all changes.

you could hear the faint sound of classical music that the driver mustve been playing, muffled by the closed divider. the silence between you and rafe was comfortable, his thumb continuing to rub your skin as you tried to pull your eyes away from the contact.

after a moment, rafe speaks up. "when we get there, walk straight to the carpet. take a couple photos, answer a couple questions from reporters, and meet us on the other side."

you sigh softly, rolling your eyes. "i know, i know. its the same every time, rafey," you say, faux annoyed.

He hums, squeezing your leg. "just lookin' out f'you," he grumbles, turning away.

you giggle under your breath, seeing his frustration. you reach over to his leg teasingly, squeezing his lower thigh. "aw, c'mon, m'sorry," you mumble, as he looks back, scoffing out a laugh. "whatever, kid. feeling less nervous?"

your heart beat faster against your chest at your now closer proximity. whilst you certainly feel less nervous, you didn't want him to know that. your bit your lip. "not really," your murmur, to which his lips tilt up a bit, sensing your bluff. "no?" he questions.

you nod in agreement, you eyes locked on his, transfixed by the blue. you bit your lip, sitting up straighter in your seat. "yeah...i dunno, i was kind of hoping for a distraction?"

rafe lets out a laugh, catching your drift, leaning back on his seat. "nah, kid, thats bad. m'not gonna mess you up when you got all pretty. the press would love that."

you pout. "i dont mind..." you trail of, keeping eye contacy as your hands trails up his thigh. "please?" you all but whisper.

rafe purses his lips, hand rubbing his jaw. after a moment, he flicks his head in a nod. "alright, c'mon."

with his signal your slowly lean over, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. when the kiss starts slow, rafe breaks apart, smirking. "gone all soft on me?" he whispers. you swallow as your eyes remain on his lips as his do yours. "maybe," you whisper back, reconnection your lips in a more heated kiss, climbing up on his lap.

rafe moves your long dress to pool over the two of you, his hands holding the silky thin material covering your back. your hands gripped his biceps through his suit, humming into his mouth as your lips continued to dance.

your panties brushed over his lap and each time you moved you took in a sharp inhale of breath, causing him to grin into the kiss. his hands moved down to your ass, squeezing the plump covered skin, resulting in you arching your back into him, pressing you into his chest.

"so needy," he mumbled against you, hands still laid flat on your backside. with rosy cheeks, you murmur a flustered, "shut up," but dont deny his words.

with your lips still attached, rafe slipped his hands under the silk, his hands hot over your skin. i hum against him, reaching down to fiddle with his belt, breathing into him.

he hummed back, toying with the lacy sides of your panties. "sure you want to?" he questions breathlessly in a low voice.

"mhm, m'sure," you respond, eyes flickering up from his belt to meet his, cheeks red under his hot gaze. all of the sudden you felt shy, your movement faltering.

his lips quirked up warm smirk, he slid his hands off your skin and moved them down to his belt, finishing the job for you. "i got it," he murmurs, eyes locked on yous.

you bite your lip and looks down, watching as he slides his pants and boxers down to his ankles as you sit up a little. his hands move to your waist, moving you back up his body to hover over his lap. you look back up to him sliding you panties to the side and lining up your entrance with his dick.

you sink down, both of you sucking in breaths at the contact. rafe throws his head back, eyes shutting at the sensation and squeezing your waist, letting out a low groan. you clench around him at the sounds and bite back a whimper, hands pressing against his shoulders.

"oh, rafe," you sigh, body slumping in pleasure as he fills you slowly. "i know princess, i know," he murmurs, voice filled with the same lightness as yours.

"doing so good," he praises, leaning forwards to place a kiss on your shoulder. you hum, starting to lift yourself up, before slowly sliding back down.

rafe guides you, helping to ride him, slowly. every movement pleasurably stings, his length filling you up, causing you to squeeze around him.

euphoria fills you as does he. you feel the warmth of his hot breath against your skin and his hands over the silk covering your hips, the soft grunts and graon coming from his perfect lips. his throbbing head hits your spot, causing you to let out a breathy moan and grip his chiseled shoulders.

when he feels you clench around him, he grins, sliding his rough hands up your back. "close, yeah?" he whispers, and you quickly nod, a pout on your lips and your brows furrowed. "mhm," you answer, biting down on your lip as you look down, watching as you lift up, your dress moving aside to reveal the sight of your around him, causing you to take in a sharp inhale of air.

rafe follows your line of sight, and bites his lip, concentrated on the movement. he looks back up at you, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek, bringing you focus to him. "hey, look at me," he orders, "want you lookin at me when i make you cum."

you hum, folding your lips inwards as you continue to ride him, not looking away from his face.

"rafe," you whimper, movement getting sloppy. "i know, i've got you," he mumbles, his hands moving down to once again guide you up and down his cock.

"shit," you curse, feeling that coil in your stomach tighten. "m'close."

"let go, baby, c'mon. i've got you."

at his word, the coil burst, euphoria washing over you as your throw your head back, eyes rolling back.

rafe marveled at the sight, in awe as he watched you come down. his hands kept moving you up and down him, letting you ride out your high.

you collapse on top of him, panting into his neck as he let out a chuckle, holding you close to him. you two sit in silence, chests heaving up and down with every breath. "feelin less nervous?" rafe humorously whispers, causing you to let out a breathy laugh, lifting up to dismount him. his words lead you back to reality, remembering that in just a few short minutes, you would be strutting on a red carpet.

you hum. "much. how do i look?"

rafe tilts his head as he tugs his pants back up, considering you. "like you just got your shit rocked."

you scoff out a laugh. "seriouslly."

he laughs. "you look good. you always do."

your cheeks get rosy. your lips form in a pout though, once you realize that you were the only one who came.

he sees your guilty expressions and smiles slightly, waving it off. "dont worry, i'll be ok."

your lips lift in a coy smile. "im not worried," you say, your voice tilting seductively. "we may not have enough time right now but..." you trail off, sliding your panties back up your legs. "i have a good feeling im going to need to slip off to the bathroom somtime during the show, and of course i'll need my bodyguard to escort me," you say, playfully.

he pokes his tongue into his cheek, shaking his head. "your trouble."

you dont respond to his statement, simply shrugging before slumping back into your seat, pulling out your lipgloss and hand mirror, fixing the smudge. after checking over the rest of your appearance, you put everything back in your purse, smacking your lips and looking out the window.

you watch as the car rolls up, the sight of fans, paparazzi, and flashes filling your view.

you sigh, look to the side to see rafe getting ready to step out. he tilts his brows. "ready?"

you nod, biting your lip. "ready."

[vampiretendencies]

fiending for something, might just be a meaning

summary; jj’s earned the Godforsaken punishment.

warnings; angst, some fluff, reader questions a lot

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

a/n; requests are open & guidelines are posted, gif and divider creds to owner. proofread, but may have mistakes.

“she’s just been pissing me off lately more than usual!”

jj’s prominent raspy voice echoed unknowingly. a billowed porch adorning the whole of the apartment. an apartment that both you and jj intermediately held in the palms of your hands. you keeping one job and jj getting hired and fired by multiple— but still … you made it here nonetheless. savings bursted through all for this.

a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. creme-colored walls, resembling that of softness. hard wood floors, perfectly polished and swept cleanly. jj known living off of john b wasn’t ideal for the rest of his life, nor did he really have a place to call home.

determination striked jj at an alarming rate he was determined to prove to you that he could do this—that he would take part in purchasing his own apartment. with the one and only person he’d even remotely think of sharing it with. he was determined to give light to you desires— the exact moment you’d both turned eighteen, dating two years checked off, getting you own place together was practically in the cards.

just the thought of, having you whenever, wherever, however he wanted you.

what his girl wants, she gets.

you were aware that you had him wrapped around your finger, which is why it was bombarding you thoughts.

why were you pissing him off?

what could you possibly have done?

you’d been sat in the open space that would be living room, legs spread enough for the large box to fit between them. a cardboard box filled to the brim with decorations that were yours, that’s your take the time out to purchase. wether it be online or in store, you made positive that this home would be something memorable.

you were both so fucking proud.

and didn’t care who knew it.

so why is jj complaining to pope and john b right now?

he had to be much more small minded than you’d thought or he just simply didn’t care that you were overhearing him speak ill of you. there wasn’t much to the apartment now, an air mattress in the living room and only small items for separate rooms— what fit in your car really. because the moving truck with nearly all thrifted furniture would arrive later in the week. a box for the kitchen with utensils, a box for the bathroom with necessities, and same for the bedroom only decorations.

seemingly so, you are doing all the work. you’d pulled the boxes out of your car, yourself. sorted through things, yourself. jj simply toured john b and pope around the apartment, boasting and what not. and for the past hour they have been outside fucking around like children. so no you weren’t pleased at first with jj’s actions, but your elation for your first home helped it subside.

but now you are searing with frustration.

that smug fucker knew exactly what he was doing, letting you do all the heavy lifting and prancing around without a care in the world.

you’d wanted to share the joy of your first home with him and sulk in it, rather than feeling ignored, used and thrown to the side.

and he the nerve to say you pissed him off.

the walls are thin and the porch is connected directly the living room past the screen door, so there’s no way he couldn’t have known you heard that. no way.

“that’s just how she’s been lately man, i don’t know,” john b wisely chimes in.

“every time i ask her something she snaps.”

jj continues, and then you begin to simmer with the fact that maybe he’s talking about another she or her. but there is no other she/her that’s annoyed him enough to tell john b or pope about it, you just couldn’t resonate as to who jj could be talking about. you’d decided that he was gossiping about you, putting two and two together it was the only thing that made logical sense to you. making you doubt that maybe this isn’t what jj wanted, maybe you moved to fast.

either way, if jj wanted to brush past you.

you were going to do the same.

shortly after, you assumed they were tired of hearing jj’s complaints with a mix of mosquitos attacking them. it is then that you hear jj say “it’s our first night apart jb, don’t cry though i’m a phone call away.”

it is then that jj earns a playful smack to the back of his head. hand on the door handle presuming that he was caught up in there dismissal, inches away from entering the apartment.

“i’m a phone call away,” you mocked under your breath. echoes of hearing bye y/n in the distance. john b and pope knew you could hear well enough to say goodbye, how couldn’t jj?

sheer stupidity you’d thought.

were you jumping to conclusions?

did you miss something?

kie hasn’t been around enough lately for him to be conversing of her?

little did you know he was talking about kie, jj had been going on about her since she got a new boyfriend and the pogues as a whole haven’t seen her enough lately.

so what then ?

your thoughts are interrupted by the crouching of jj in front of you, whilst you continued to peer down a particular piece decor. a photo, you were cradled into jj’s lap— he pretended to lick your beeming cheek, and you pretended to push him away as if you didn’t like it, though he actually did end up licking you. you sneered at it, eyes glazing over at your boyfriends insensitive comments.

“baby!”

jj had yearned for you the third time, he’s on the floor now- feet pressing against yours whilst he sat, leg length to fit the box between you two. mirroring your stature. his head it tilted, try to read your movements— all you can muster is a glare towards jj.

intending on keeping your problems only, between the two of you. only.

what game is jj playing? was it that he wanted a place, and then waiting for the right moment to cut you loose?

“hm.”

you hummed, not willing to utter words. as the silent treatment is looming over him.

“alright, what’s the matter, you got that mean stare going on .. and it’s kinda hot i’m not complaining but ..” he trails off, hoping you would interject— performing hand gestures of surrender and all.

jj despised silence, and right now it’s thick and sauntering, he feels like he’s going to croak right here and now if you don’t say something. he sensed the change in your attitude the moment you didn’t greet him, in your usual cheeriness. the glint in your eye is gone, shoulders hanging low, lips pursed.

where did his baby go ?

jj longed to hear your saccharine voice. how your tongue would roll any time you talked, sometimes he thought you did it purposely just to have him aching uncontrollably for you. it was heaven sent, angelic and blissful, but it’s gone. and he’s desiring to hear the sensation. the way it rings beyond his ears and settles the entirety of his body.

“if i don’t know what’s wrong, i can’t help you baby.”

his manner was sweet, just above a whisper. living is not without you, so what would a world be living with his girl, if he could not live.

“then don’t”

you bite back, you’d normally feel guilty for even saying the slightest tragic word to jj. but you can’t help it, he’d said you pissed him off. so now you were going to give him a real reason to be pissed off. and since you were snappy in his eyes, you guaranteed to show him snappy. insulting you and then leaving the mess for you clean up. leaning your weight onto your hand, you aimlessly throw the picture frame back into the box, trailing to the sheet clad air mattress.

jj’s mouth ran dry, ashamed that he’s absolutely fucking clueless as to what he’s done this time. he ran the entire day through his head and couldn’t think of one thing he’d done wrong. he’d always been unfamiliar with how to deal with your moods, because he’s only known anger and fighting. and he’d be damned if he’d react that way with you.

he decided to let you have it.

maybe what you feel is valid, maybe not, but he knew better than to prod.

you’d wish there’d been a sofa here already, jj would be in for a sore back and no sleep tonight.

you aren’t that harsh .. maybe.

his lover, feet away, left him dumbfounded. he constantly avoided fights, and the fact that one has crept it’s way in he’s struggling to keep composure. falling to pieces at the seams.

besides the fact that’s it’s 8 pm, eternally meaning that you wanted nothing to do with jj. and he was aware of that simply removing your biker shorts that framed your figure so tastefully. you felt his eyes burning a hole in your back, whilst you crawled under the small throw blanket, facing the wall— knowing full well it wouldn’t be enough to keep you warm all night.

you should’ve just talked to him and all of this could’ve be solved … but you’d decided to be stubborn due to the running of jj’s mouth and the zero progress that was made in unpacking today.

his face was long, and there was a soft jut to his lip beginning to form. he followed you. a lost dog.

he didn’t even want to shower, because he could not bare it. he just needed to fucking touch you, he wanted your hands wandering his flesh as it would.

but he knows that you won’t.

he knows you.

jj has officially earned the damned silent treatment.

his holed up—green cargo shorts fall past his feet. sleeveless shirt thrown over his shoulder, landing God knows where. but what jj knew is that he was going to make certain that you speak to him. black boxers hugging his waste deliciously, he climbs in hoping for a miracle.

for all about five minutes jj keeps his distance, his side firm against the air mattress. your eyes are wide open— aligning the crème colored paint. though you aren’t facing him, you imagine the messiness of his blonde tousled locks and the sorrow in his crystal like eyes. jawline firm in distaste jj enters the flaming fire.

sneakily wondering his hand to your side, grasping it with besot and cravings. he squeezes it once to let you know he’s here and he squeezes it twice to let you know he needs you.

and you let him because you needed it too.

but you couldn’t accept it.

not after today.

you swat his hand away beneath the throw blanket, he wallowed in his last few touches as he slid his fingertips down your back.

the skin so velvet to the touch, tender and his.

it was his.

so he was defeated that he couldn’t have it.

“baby please, m’not gonna be able to sleep.”

he adjured, thirsting to even just kiss your hair.

but you never answered, and jj never slept.

spices of cinnamon filled your airway, your groggy mind pleased with the scent.

jj had something in mind to when you over, but not breakfast exactly. he was humming, a tune of pleasure playing from the speakers of his slim black iphone. jj walked to the closest store, mind racing pondering of all the possibilities of what would happen when he arrived home.

if you acted like that yesterday, who knows what he’ll get today.

the closest he’d gotten to you last night was an elbow in the rib cage, he’d hoped it was because of you being a restless sleeper and not that you were dreaming of mangling him in your sleep.

it took him all night to come up with his master plan, that you’d soon see.

the anthem grew louder and so did jj’s singing, a lyric of something about … “i don’t even mind sharing oxygen, i just wanna get lost inside your lungs”

rays of the sun burning furiously, blinds really need to be implicated immediately.

jj purposefully cut onion for an ‘omelet’, on a paper plate—the past week of fast food, the paper plates were a must.

jj didn’t know how to make a fucking omelet and the cinnamon roles were prepackaged … obviously, it’s jj.

but he has a plan.

he side eyed your figure, standing from the air mattress, after neatly folding the throw blanket back in its place. spaghetti strap showing him all of what he pleaded to see but couldn’t have. panties pulled aimlessly to your waist, and he had to muster the courage to control himself.

“good morning! my pretty girl! m’making you breakfast!”

jj echoes but you proceed to stick to not answering. trailed to the bathroom where yours and jj’s tooth brush accompanied one another on the granite counter top. mint tooth paste beside it. you load the tooth brush, suds covering your mouth as you continue to hear the cycle of jj’s broad voice.

but then a “ow! son of bitch!”

jj saunter, implicating a image of hurt as he leaned his head to the cabinets, unwilling to face the embrace that was definite to come. you spit out the therabreath that was once swooshing around in you mouth, turning the corner of the bathroom, and making a b-line towards the kitchen.

was he hurt ?

pain was perpetually something that you always tried to prevent jj from.

thought you haven’t done a willingly decent job, he deserved the scolding silence in your opinion.

but not now.

not when he’s like this.

“c’mere j! let me see it!”

your eyebrows knit together, whilst you battened with him to see his hand. yanking and pulling him towards the sink to get cool water on the possible cut.

kitchen knives and jj were not a match.

thankfully though the cinnamon rolls were merely one third into its cooking session, those would not burn, so to speak. and clip slovenly clasped your hair, spun around delightfully. he inspected you closely, praising that you were in arms length.

your hands hooked around jj’s wrist, his heart thumping with each movement.

God, his deep devotion for you grew by the second.

he releases his hand to you after constant pulling, and your eyes are met with nothing. absolutely nothing, not a cut, not a scratch, not even a scuff. nails long and trimmed and bits of his skin of the sides that he’d bitten the last time he was away from you for two days.

“you ass! you lied!”

a shit eating grin is plastered onto jj’s features, whilst you bore at him with you eyes in disbelief but also eminently surprised that he came up with that on his own. you still had reason to be fuming, but as night passed you faltered.

and even through the stubbornness, you still longed for jj.

he quickly throws his arms around you from behind, trapping you.

because even in an empty apartment you two were somehow still going to be conjoined.

“sure did baby, had to hear your voice.”

“well this is the last time you’re hearing it … bastard!”

“i still got you to talk to me.”

and at that you heart drowned pitifully, you went to bed irate over something that could’ve been resolved.

you huff at the truth spinning on your feet to face jj, he’d then caged you in against the coolness of the marble patterned kitchen counter. he mindlessly taunted you with his plump lips, despite yesterday. you still urged to feel him beneath your fingertips, to engrave in your mind that he was fine. you poked at his arms, squeezing about. until you were bellowing forward. slowly enfolding your mouth with his, and to much his dismay he obliged. hands settling about the small of your back, thumb circling just eager to taste you.

gotta stick with this plan more often, he thought

“fuck.”

jj mumbled, mouth roaming and moving angrily with yours.

“i fucking love you, baby”

he pressed into the kiss, he needed you to digest those words, taste them, feel them in your bones, make your knees crumble beneath you. trying to keep up with your pace he pushed you flush against him, wrestling with your mouth speedily.

“now do you want to know why you earned the silent treatment?”

[rkvriki]

— acts of intimacy with enhypen

hello everyone! i was working on a request but i was out of inspo so i dicided to finish this that had been in my drafts for so long

make sure to leave feedback! my requests are open and so is my inbox so let's talk!

WARNINGS ! mentions of being sad; might contain grammar errors, i think that's all.

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LEE HEESEUNG !

— cuddling

the simple act of snuggling with your partner that brings so much warmth, comfort and safety.

heeseung loves cuddling you in any kind of way. 

he loves sleeping through the whole morning until he needs to actually get out of the bed and so you are always the first to wake.

you try to wake him up but to no avail. he always asks for five more minutes that turn in at least two more hours and goes back to sleep but not after pushing you against his chest to cuddle you.

he also loves cuddling when you are watching a movie or whatever in the living room.

when this is the case he loves having you sit between his legs with your back to his chest.

or he likes when he’s fully laying down and you lay on top of him.

it doesn’t matter how or where and when you are doing it, both of you love the intimacy cuddling brings you two.

when he is feeling down he always asks you to be the big spoon or to lay on your chest and you two just lay like that for as long as he needs to feel better.

PARK JONGSEONG !

— cooking together

as you can imagine, jay does most of the ugly work like the actual cooking while you do things like measuring and putting the ingredients together.

it is such a fun activity and at the same time so intimate.

jay is a great cook while you are not so bad yourself but not as good as him, so he is more than happy to teach you how to cook a meal without making a big mess and burn the house down.

you get butterflies when jay hugs you from behind and guides your hands to cut veggies or anything else.

also you find jay so cute when he cooks, you like that when he focuses his lips form a pout and you can’t help but peck him leaving him surprised.

when you plating the food, you always make an effort to decorate it and make it look pretty.

in all honesty, you two do a great job at cooking despite always joking around while doing so.

jay finds the face you make when you taste the food so cute, your eyes always widen and the savory taste of the meal you both prepared together with so much love.

SIM JAEYUN !

— kissing

you can’t tell me jake doesn’t have the most kissable lips, the pout is just so smoochable.

a kiss can express so many emotions and say so many things that can’t be said out loud and jake values that a lot.

jake adores kissing your lips so much, they just fit so perfectly with his, like two puzzle pieces coming together.

jake loves kissing you when he greets you, feeling you smile through the kiss.

jake loves kissing you when he’s leaving for tour, letting his lips linger a little longer than usual, feeling the salty flavor from the tears that you let out.

jakes loves waking you up with kisses all over, seeing your nose scrunch at the ticklish feeling.

jake loves kissing your tears when you cry while holding your face and rubbing his thumbs on your cheeks.

jake loves kissing you when you’ve accomplished something and you tell him the good news.

he just loves how they bring such a strong connection to your relationship, kissing makes him feel so close to you.

sometimes when the words fail to leave his mouth, he just loves silently telling you he loves you with a strong, deep kiss.

PARK SUNGHOON !

— holding hands

to me it’s just so obvious that he loves to hold hands and i don’t have a valid reason.

sunghoon thinks that holding hands can be a strong display of affection.

he also thinks that sometimes when words can’t come out of his mouth his hands will tell you quiet things.

he loves to hold you in a hug and slowly reach for your hand, holding it on his own and giving it a gentle squeeze in a way to say i love you. 

and he does that multiple times when he is too shy to say out loud.

he loves feeling your soft hands in his harsher ones, something that makes you scold him for not moisturizing them.

you always carry hand cream and sometimes you take some and rub it in his hands massaging them softly. he tells you he hates it but deep down he loves it when you do it, because he is a babygirl who loves being taken care of.

he will take any chance to hold your hand, especially when you are out, since he is not much of a pda lover, he will hold your hand, softly rubbing his thumb in the back of your hand.

KIM SUNOO !

— sharing secrets

sunoo just looks so trustable with secrets, he will not tell a soul.

besides being your boyfriend, sunoo is your best friend and you guys confide everything to each other.

communication is the key in a relationship and it has never been a problem in yours, since sunoo always made you comfortable to talk to him and tell him all your worries and secrets.

both of you think that sharing your secrets and your deepest thoughts can create a strong bond of trust and intimacy.

sunoo will have you sitting in his bed with blankets wrapped around both of you in the dark as you both tell each other secrets and share your worries.

this makes you both so comfortable around each other, to the point almost nothing will be embarrassing because you already shared the most embarrassing things you’ve done with him.

also he lives to hear you talk about your worries, he will be listening so attentively and will know what to say and when to say it.

YANG JUNGWON !

— spending quality time

jungwon loves to do fun things and anytime he is available he will take that as an opportunity to have fun.

anytime he’s free the first thing he will do is text you to hang out and do something, either at home or out.

he loves going out with you, you two always have something to do and where to go.

as i’ve mentioned in a post, he loves going to amusement parks and buy you plushies there.

honestly anything to do with you is fun, as long as you are enjoying it.

jungwon especially loves it when he goes over to your house and you guys just watch a movie or play games and he always sleeps over.

sleepovers with won are a must! it’s so much fun and you almost pull and all nighter but one of you ends up falling asleep.

he absolutely hates it when you go over to the dorms and some of the other guys join you two.

jungwon is greedy to have you alone with him, he is totally needy for your attention and when someone else takes it he is not happy about it.

NISHIMURA RIKI !

— hugging

niki looks so huggable i swear!

he loves hugging you anytime he gets the chance.

niki being niki will tease you for the height difference, even if it’s not that much he will make fun of you.

but seriously speaking niki loves the intimacy a hug can bring you two, his hugs show so much love and support and it’s so sweet.

he hugs all the time. 

he hugs you when you get home or you visit him at the hybe building. 

he hugs you when you cry, when something goes wrong or you just don’t feel well, and he hugs you while nuzzling his head in your hair and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

he hugs you when you get home with good news.

niki loves and you hate (love) when you are doing something like cooking and he hugs you from behind and clings to you like a koala and doesn’t leave you until you actually scold him making him go away with a scold and telling you you don’t appreciate the love he gives you.

[auspicious-manner]

welcome back! just some simple domestic fluff with mike faist and famous reader! get to this whenever you feel like it! lots of love<3

thank you for the kindness! <3

i’ve missed writing for mike! also have you guys seen the new challengers trailer AHHHHH IM SO EXCITED IT LOOKS SO GOOD!!! i have a few challengers themed mike stories in my inbox/drafts, so expect those somewhat soon ;)

also it’s been a long time since i’ve written a fluff fic, so sorry if this sucks lol

fem reader x mike faist

warnings: anxiety and mentions of depression

Worthy

•

you loved nearly everything about your life. being an actress, singer, and now a writer has given you more confidence than anything else.

you started as an actress. ever since you were little, you would put on shows for your entire family with costumes and scripts. they weren’t simple either; you would perform full dramatic monologues, emotional scenes, and romantic moments with your stuffed animals. your mom didn’t have to hesitate putting you into acting classes.

into your teen years, you booked commercials and small roles in children’s shows. then, right when you turned eighteen, you got your big break when you gained a major role in a movie alongside some of hollywood’s biggest stars, directed by none other than steven spielberg.

from there, business offers and acting gigs flew in. everything seemed to be happening all at once. it was all so overwhelming. but fame is what you wanted, right?

that’s what you thought, at least. as a child, you glamorized the picturesque hollywood starlight life. you wanted everything from the glitz to the glam. you didn’t realize that being famous came with this sense of dread that one wrong move could end your entire career. you felt unworthy of being in the spotlight all the time. so, in order to keep those intrusive thoughts from rearing their ugly heads, you kept so busy that not even a single thought could even cross your mind.

you knew you could sing, and you began writing songs and releasing music. you even went on a north american tour. then, when the tour slowed down, you wrote a novel. you kept so busy that you lost track of who you really were. what you felt you were meant to do.

sure, you had success and had more connections and fans than anyone could dream of. but what did it matter when you felt so alone?

you began closing yourself off. the limelight was making you anxious, and you couldn’t bring yourself to be seen in public in the state you were in. it all felt so hopeless. you considered living of the grid and going incognito in order to escape the expectations placed on you. for months, you stayed as hidden as possible, and it only made things worse.

being a long time friend of steven spielberg at this point, he sent you a personal invite to the premiere his new film west side story. you almost threw the invite in the trash. the thought of going out on a red carpet again and seeing all of these faces with bright, flashing cameras was out of the equation for you. yet, you missed the feeling of being dolled up. you missed feeling pretty.

when the big night came, seeing yourself in the dress that you had picked out didn’t feel real. you felt like you and not you all at the same time. your mind was conflicted; you knew the glam of hollywood was what made you happy, but since it had been so long since you have felt that way, you felt oddly out of body.

it was a long, off white dress with a leg slit and a completely open back. the dress had sleeves that stopped just below your shoulders, and it hugged your body tightly but not uncomfortably. your wavy hair fell onto your shoulders neatly in a half up half down, your curtain bangs framing your face. for the makeup, you tried to keep it relatively natural, and you didn’t want to draw too many eyes. you paired the look with some heels and a purse.

looking in the mirror, you tried your hardest to feel positive. you looked beautiful, you felt beautiful, yet something still felt wrong. maybe it was because you had no one by your side if you got anxious. as far as you knew, you would know one person there.

the car sent to pick you up took you on a ride through new york as your heart rate quickened. when you arrived at the scene, the bright lights and red carpet gave you chills.

after walking into the crowd, it didn’t take long to find steven. he pulled you aside into a fatherly hug. it felt good to be near someone as familiar as him.

“Y/N, long time no see!” he said excitedly as you hugged him.

“it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” you replied, pulling away.

“what have you been up to? knowing you, i’m sure it’s something great!”

you smiled, trying to create a facade. “oh, you know, a little bit of this and a little bit of that,” you said while nervously laughing. you couldn’t tell steven spielberg that you’ve been in a slump and that the most productive part of your day is waking up and making something to eat.

“i’m excited to see whatever you have up your sleeve,” he said, going to your side and taking your arm. “now, there’s someone i’d like you to meet.”

he guided you through the crowds, and you kept close to him. everything was becoming overwhelming.

you approached a man with his back turned to you. “Y/N, meet mike faist. you two could have a lot to talk about.”

the man turned around, and the first thing you noticed about him was that his eyes seemed to be glowing. they were brighter and bluer than anything you’d ever seen. they were absolutely stunning. upon further inspection, you realized that you recognized him from the posters for the movie, and knew he was playing riff.

he smiled at you, almost as enthralled with you as you were with him. he held out a hand, and you took it gently to shake it. you hoped he didn’t feel the sweat building on your palms. “Y/N L/N, it’s lovely to meet you.”

you grew flustered. “how’d you know my last name?”

mike looked taken aback. “doesn’t everyone?” your smile fell slightly, and mike noticed. “i’m a big fan of your work. your songs, your movies, and i recently started reading your book too. you’re amazing at everything you do.”

steven patted your shoulder before walking away, leaving you with mike. mike had a presence about him that made you feel welcomed and seen. it’s been a while since you felt that way.

“so, mike, what else have you been in?” you asked, wanting to know more about his work. he knew so much about yours, and you felt a little embarrassed that you didn’t know more about him.

he smiled and looked down. “i was a newsie in newsies on broadway, and i covered jack kelly. i played connor murphy in dear evan hansen on broadway, i was in a tv show called panic, and a lot of other stage and film work.”

you nodded, squinting your eyes slightly. “you know, i’ve seen both of those shows on broadway, and i didn’t realize until just now that that was you.”

he laughed. “am i not memorable?”

you giggled in return. “i don’t think it’s that. i just think i’m missing a little part of my brain.”

you and mike continued to talk about your respective careers. you noticed that he was so easy to talk to, and that he listened to and hung onto every word that you would say. it gave you butterflies, and you wondered what was wrong with you.

sadly, you remembered you’re at mike’s movie premiere and he had to do interviews and talk to other people besides you. you could tell he wanted to stay with you, but knew he had other obligations. before he left, he said, “we’ll see each other again before the night is through.”

you’ve had plenty of men try and charm you, with the efforts always falling flat. you’re no stranger to keeping your feelings under control and learning to not date in hollywood. it was too easy to be played by the wrong guys. but, your heart was telling you something different about mike. he made you more nervous and giddy than anyone else ever had and you barely knew him. you started to forget about the fact that you’ve been a hermit battling with your mental health for the last few months.

you caught up with a few old friends from the industry that you had recognized in the crows before it was time to go to a private screening of the film.

you watched as everyone funneled into seats in the theater next to their plus ones and friends. you stood back, scoping the area for empty seats. you felt frozen as all the seats seemed to fill.

“follow me,” a voice said close to your ear before taking your hand and walking with you down the rows of seats. you noticed it was mike and you smiled to yourself.

he took you close to the screen, but not too close, and sat down with you. you sighed. “thanks for saving me back there, i was getting stressed.”

mike tilted his head. “you’re from around here. you’re used to red carpets and screenings, aren’t you? i didn’t think this would stress out someone as experienced as you.”

he was right, it shouldn’t have stressed you out. you were so used to hiding away for so long that this all felt new to you again like it did when you were eighteen.

mike noticed your expression change, and he turned to you. “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said anything. but you’re worrying me a bit, is everything okay?”

you tried to brush it off. “i’m fine now, really. crowds just get me anxious-”

“i’m not just talking about tonight,” mike said, leaning in towards you. “the world has caught onto your unprecedented disappearance from the public eye. that can never mean anything good. are you sure you’re okay?”

you bit your lip, holding back tears. it was one thing to keep everything to yourself and pack it away and never confront what you’re actually going through, but to hear someone else say it put it into perspective for you. you had completely lost track of your vision and goal in life. you had lost track of you.

mike put his hand on your leg comfortingly, taking the silence and the glossy tears hidden in your eyes as a sign that you weren’t okay. the silent support he sent was exactly what you needed in that moment. a stranger was the person you least expected to comfort you.

before you could both think to say anything else, steven appeared at the front of the crowd and gave a speech, followed by the showing of the movie. every time mike appeared on the screen, you got chills. he was amazing. his performance made you hate riff yet feel some kind of empathy for him. that was due to mike’s spellbinding performance.

occasionally, you would feel mike’s eyes glance at you when important scenes came up. it’s almost as if he wanted to see your reaction. he wanted your approval.

then, after two and a half short hours, the movie ended, and the theater erupted in applause. everyone stood on their feet and you did the same, small tears running down your cheeks. you looked at mike, and his smile dropped when he saw you.

“why are you crying?” he asked.

you sniffled. “it was so amazing. you were so amazing.”

mike turned red, and he reached down to envelope you in probably the best hug you’ve ever had. he had the widest grin, and it wasn’t just from the movie.

you and mike traded numbers, and from that night on, you became inseparable.

*

mike awoke something in you that hadn’t been seen in a long time. he made you feel inspired at motivated and comfortable. you hid yourself away from the world in fear that the public would turn on you, twist your words into something far from the truth. mike dispelled those feelings for you; you felt like yourself again around him.

after the night at the premiere, mike made the first move in wanting to talk to you. you face timed each other for hours each night, staying awake into the early hours of the morning just talking about anything and everything.

you went out for a coffee date a week after the premiere, and it seemed clear to both of you that there was more to be discovered than just a friendship.

as you were walking through central park with mike, keeping your head slightly down as to not attract any unwanted eyes, you boldly brushed your hand against his, letting it linger for a moment. his hand moved away, but creeped back into place when he realized what you were doing. he slowly grazed his finger tips against yours as he walked, and he reached his fingers out and your hand fit neatly into his. you continued to hold hands for the rest of your walk.

when you arrived back at your apartment, you both sat down on the couch, your bodies turned inwards to face each other.

“i feel like i’ve know you my whole life, but its only been a week,” you said quietly, looking into his eyes.

mike smiled lightly. “i’ve never clicked this fast with anyone.”

you both paused, and mike hesitated before he spoke again. “can i ask you a question?”

you nodded, and he went on.

“there’s always been so much speculation about your love life in the media, and dating rumors and whatnot. i don’t like believing anything the media says, but i want to hear it straight from you.”

you smiled to yourself. the media liked to pull things that weren’t actually there and make up stories for fun. you’ve never actually had a real date since you’ve been in the business, let alone a relationship.

“i haven’t found anyone worthy yet.”

mike nodded, scooting closer to you. you could tell he was aiming to put his arm around you, but hesitated to see your reaction. you leaned in, telling him without words that it was okay, and he rested his arm around your shoulder as you laid close to each other. you immediately felt comfortable under his arm.

“i admire you, Y/N. i always have. i like that you know what you want, and that you know yourself. that’s a really great quality to have.”

you blushed, but your happiness faltered. you leaned your head back on his arm. “yeah, i guess. too bad i haven’t felt that way recently.”

mike looked at you, frowning. “why? if you don’t mind me asking.”

you weren’t typically the one to open up quickly to strangers. but mike felt different. he wasn’t going to judge, or make you feel bad about yourself. he was comforting.

“i’ve hid myself away from the world because i’m scared. i’m so insanely scared of messing up and having the whole world turn on me. so, i did the only thing i could think to do. i locked myself away in hopes that it would help,” you giggled nervously. “it didn’t do shit.”

you were smiling at your own misfortune, but mike stayed somber. “i’m sorry, Y/N, that’s awful.”

you shrugged. “yeah, but i did it to myself.”

mike sat up, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. you froze under his touch. “the world needs your brilliance. don’t be afraid, there’s so many people ready to guide you and protect you from anyone trying to take you down. i’m here for you, i promise.”

you bit your lip, unable to say words. mike was so incredibly kind. all you could do was whisper a thank you.

mike put his arm back around you, and you leaned into the couch together. “if there’s anything i can do to help, let me know,” he said quietly.

you leaned your head on his shoulder, looking up at him. “you already have.”

mike smiled, turning red. “you’re cute.”

you felt complete. you hadn’t known mike for that long, but he filled a part of your soul that had been gone for a while. he made you feel liked again when you couldn’t like yourself.

you sat up and looked at him. your faces were only a few inches apart. at the same time, you leaned in, and your lips grazed each other before interlocking. it felt euphoric.

you pulled away, remaining close, and you smiled at each other. “you’re the most talented person i’ve ever met,” you whispered to him.

mike lightly placed his hand under your chin. “that means a lot coming from you. i love everything you do.”

you leaned in again, feeling your old self coming back again. you felt renewed. mike made you feel like the star you are again.

you rested your forehead on his. “thank you.”

mike tilted his head slightly. “for what?”

“for making me feel worthy again.”

mike smiled lightly, then gave you a short but sweet kiss. “never forget that you’re beautiful and wanted.”

a small tear escaped your eye. mike was everything you needed. you almost felt in denial that someone like him could be making you feel this way because you were so used to men not valuing you. you were moving fast with mike, but it felt right. you were never one to believe in love at first sight, but this was pretty damn close.

you leaned into his side again, and his hand rested on the back of your head. you could get used to this.

[writing-until-i-drop]

Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 19

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Jake's hiding something and everyone thinks it's a bad idea

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Previous Chapter

Jake had been acting a little bit weird but I figured it was just the thought of spending Christmas without his family, especially since Pop’s surgery was being delayed. I did my best to be silently supportive, spending all the time I could with him. Jason, my agent, had called and said my latest book had been greenlit and the publishing house was looking to have me do a book tour for the release in a year. Jake was excited for me but not excited about the fact I’d be gone for at least two months. But Jason hadn’t just called to give me the good news, no, he had called to see if I had started writing the sequel yet. 

“Cassandra’s getting a love interest?” Jake stage whispered in my ear, I was between his legs on the bed, my back to his chest while I wrote.

“How do you figure?” I leaned back against his chest, relaxing into him. Jake kissed my neck,

“Detective Monroe, he obviously has a thing for Cass,” He pointed at the screen. “He brings her coffee, checks on her after the killer got away, he obviously cares about her.” Huh. He had a point. Detective Monroe was Cassandra’s partner, he had her back and was probably the one person in her life that Cassandra could call a friend. 

“And what makes you think he’s more than just a friend?” I prompted him, wondering what he could see that I couldn’t.

“The way he looks at her and knows what she’s thinking, he pays more attention to her than he should.” It was kind of hot hearing Jake get so riled up about my writing. He had been reading it over my shoulder for the past week, offering his observations and comments, and telling me when I needed to close the laptop and go to bed because I had typed “and” three times in a row while dozing off. “Baby, he’s in love with her.” 

“Isn’t that for me to decide?” I giggled, closing the laptop. Jake huffed,

“Don’t you always say that the characters do what they want?” Again, he had a point. “Whether you like it or not, I think Monroe’s got a crush on his partner.” 

“We’ll see what happens,” I put the laptop on the nightstand, turning so that I was face first in his chest. “How much time do we have until we have to be at Mav’s?” Mav was hosting a team get together at his and Penny’s house and the daggers had insisted that you were included on the guest list, Fanboy had threatened to give you your own embarrassing callsign if you didn’t show up. 

“About an hour, we have a little time, what do you want to do?” He kissed my neck again, massaging my hips with his hands. I hummed, thinking about it. We could do a lot in an hour but we also had to spend time with the whole team for the rest of the evening. I could already feel the exhaustion setting in, I loved the daggers, I did, but that didn’t mean they were exempt from draining my social battery.

“I want…” I reached around blindly for the blanket. Jake chuckled, pulling the blanket over my shoulders, “I want to cuddle until it’s time to get ready and when we do have to get dressed, I want you to tell me it’s okay to wear sleep pants to the party.” 

“I think I can do that, Wildflower,” Jake wrapped his arms around me and I buried my face in his neck. It briefly crossed my mind that I might be a little bit heavy on his chest but that thought quickly faded away as Jake began to hum a song, lulling me to sleep. 

“Matching pajamas, really?” Rooster rolled his eyes, bringing me in for a hug. 

“I think my girl’s onto something, they’re way comfier than jeans,” Jake announced to the room, pulling you out of Rooster’s arms and into his side, arm draped over your shoulder. 

“Dee!” Amelia came around the corner, stealing me away from Jake, her arm looped through mine. “I need advice,” She whispered, “From someone who’s not my mom.” 

“Is this a boy thing?” I whispered back and she nodded, pulling me into the hallway, away from everyone. “I’m not sure I’m the best at relationship advice but I’ll do my best.” Amelia rolled her eyes,

“There’s this guy named Charlie in my math class and he’s super cute.” 

“Like, really cute?” Amelia’s whole face lit up and it warmed my heart. I could see my nieces growing up to be just like her someday, calling me to tell me about their crushes, making me swear up and down not to tell their dad.

“Winter formal is coming up and there’s a tradition that girls ask the guys out,” She was so nervous it was adorable. “I mean, we’re kind of friends, we text but it’s mostly about homework and I don’t know if it’s weird if I ask him to the dance or not.” 

“You said mostly about homework, what else do you talk about?” Her cheeks went pink and she started playing with her hair.

“I mean, we both watch the same show so sometimes we text each other when the new episode airs and talk about what happened.” They were too cute, oh my goodness.

“Then I think it’s a good idea, maybe you can make him a sign or a note with an inside joke or reference to the show?” Amelia perked up,

“That’s perfect! I’m going to go work on that, thanks, Dee!” Amelia gave me a tight hug before running off towards the stairs, giggling the whole way up. I chuckled, making my way to the kitchen to get a drink when I heard Jake and Rooster whispering.

“Have you told her yet?” Rooster asked and I stopped just beyond the doorway, heart thudding in my chest.

“Not yet,” There was a smack, probably Rooster hitting Jake in the chest. “I don’t want to say anything until we know for sure. She’ll cry, hell, I’ll probably cry, and no one wants that.” 

“You’ve got to tell her, the more time she has to prepare, the better. Daisy is an overthinker, you’ll need time to talk her off the ledge.” This was the moment in a movie where everyone is yelling at the screen, telling the main character to stick around and hear the rest of the conversation, and for the first time I understood why they never did. I quietly backed away from the doorway and down the hall, heart feeling like it was going to beat right out of my chest. 

What did Jake have to tell me? And why did Rooster think he was going to have to talk me off a ledge once I found out?

“There you are,” Penny peaked down the hall, smiling. “Amelia find you okay?” 

“Yeah,” I answered softly, clearing my throat, my voice evening out when I responded the second time. “Yeah, I was just about to rejoin the party.” 

“Perfect, let’s get you a drink then.” 

X

Daisy was a little tense, her smile not quite reaching her eyes throughout the night. When I pulled her aside she assured me that we’d talk about it later and to enjoy the party but it was hard to do so when she was sitting on Phoenix’s lap, her head on her shoulder, instead of tucked into my side. 

Maverick pulled me aside when I went to grab a fresh beer, a santa hat on his head.

“I’m guessing you haven’t talked to Daisy yet?” I groaned, first Bradshaw and now Mav.

“How do you know?” 

“Because Penny hasn’t gotten any panicked texts yet and she’s been waiting for them for two days.” I ran a hand over my face, leaning against the counter. Two days. I had been wrestling with the whispers around base and what to tell Daisy. The guys were right, I needed to tell her, but I also didn’t want to burst the happy bubble we had been in since getting back from Texas. 

“Is it so wrong of me not to say anything until we’re certain?” 

“It’s not a bad idea but when she finds out you’ve been holding onto this for a few days, how do you think that’s going to go?” 

“You’ve got a good point, Mav.” He patted my shoulder, passing me to get a new beer,

“Tell her soon, Hangman, that’s an order.”

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Canon Compliant Masterlist

4 Ways to Spice up your Sex Life (ao3) - Full_Moon_Lover

Summary: Phil thinks it's time for them to move out of their apartment and into a house of their own and what better way to surprise his boyfriend than to look at some property websites to try and narrow down their options for potential houses. If only Dan didn't stumble on one of these websites on Phil's laptop and come to a completely different conclusion.

Phil was tired of him and wants to move out. It was now up to Dan to get back Phil's interest in him and what better way to do that than to look on the internet for ways to spice up a relationship? Follow Dan's adventures as he follows the steps on a love article to try and spice up his and Phil's sex life. Nothing can go wrong....

again and again, even though we know love’s landscape (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: After a small fight, Dan finds Phil in bed with a migraine and spends the day taking care of him in many, many ways.

all men do is lie (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: What they told us about Dan's eye hospital visit versus what happened.

As He Goes, So I Go (ao3) - cloej88

Summary: It’s November of 2015, and Dan and Phil have just finished their UK leg of The Amazing Tour Is Not on Fire. They’ve sworn off the romantic side of their relationship in order to protect the rest of this life they’ve built. However, with all of the close proximity of touring, their connection feels headier and more charged than ever. As soon as the UK tour ends, they fly to the US for a quick book-signing trip, but they become snowed in by a blizzard in Chicago. In the solitude of their shared hotel room, can they fumble their way back to one another?

Featuring: Pining, lots of fluff, the TATINOF UK afterparty in all its glory, an arcade bar in snowy Chicago, a NYTimes How to Fall in Love quiz, lots of introspective musing about how much these idiots adore one another, and some well-earned smut.

Basically I'm Gay (ao3) - ChainedKura

Summary: Dan is editing his coming out video when a deep sadness takes over his body. Lucky for him, he counts with a Phil Lester on his side that will do everything in his power to make his partner feel better.

black and blue (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: dan and phil lie in bed and trade stories of the various injuries they’ve sustained throughout their lives

Building a Wardrobe (To Hide From the World In) (ao3) - husbants

Summary: Based on the prank Phil pulls on Dan at the end of THE WARDROBE; fluffy boyfriending ensues because their love holds strongest when it's challenged.

buttons on a coat (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: dan meets up with his mum while he’s wearing phil’s coat

IKEA hot dog introspection (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Dan is craving an IKEA hot dog.

or

the time I tweeted "I think I could romanticize ikea hot dogs" at 3:33 am and couldn't stop thinking about it until I wrote it.

japhan 3.0 (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: snapshots of the japhan trip 2023

laid bare (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: 2010 dnp get tested and bareback for the first time

lost in forever (ao3) - manchestereyes

Summary: Phil makes a very special video for his and Dan's future child.

Or, Safiya and Tyler's proposal video, but make it dnp.

memories for ourselves (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: quarantined dan and phil have a screen-free day

Nostalgia / Revival (ao3) - yonpote

Summary: Phil was just feeling nostalgic. He couldn't help it, it's been five years.

an introspection and a decision

one night stand (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan meets a stranger in a bar during after one of his shows on the We're All Doomed tour.

One Thousand Midnights or More (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: A decade of love told in moments.

Precious Baby Angel (ao3) - toadsappho

Summary: Phil shows Dan his new t-shirt, but that's not the only surprise he has for him.

sativa (i said im ready) (ao3) - catbearbunz (bunnieovadamoon)

Summary: it’s 2009, and phil really wishes dan would call. he does, but he comes greener than expected.

aka they get drunk and high and have esex.

Send Me A Picture (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Dan has posted a new picture onto Dailybooth. It manages to do a bit more than getting Phil just hot and bothered.

shining, just for you (ao3) - bunnyslipper

Summary: a little fic about sitting back and watching each other shine.

Slow Down (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Phil knows that Dan can hear him. Phil knows that Dan thinks that two can play at this game. Phil knows that that absolutely isn’t true.

so easy to come back into you (ao3) - dvp_95

Summary: The story has some humour in it, Dan supposes, but Phil looking wide-eyed at the camera and saying, "and I was like, who's this giant man threatening to call my mum, I was freaking out," isn't something Dan will be able to laugh about anytime soon.

sometimes i really think it would be cool to rewind (ao3) - r1caner

Summary: I used to watch the pigeons and be so afraid that they would die. But they will, and maybe some of the ones I used to see outside already have. I will too – I know that, always have. And I love to live, to drink coffee, to kiss you, to look at a dog and think about having one. I love to live, but I can live with life ending.

And then I think about it having to happen to you and I can’t do it.

the art of not thinking about it (ao3) - sasiml (orphan_account)

Summary: dan and phil and the week where things had to fall apart before they could come together.

the dominoes cascaded in a line (ao3) - danandphilbeats

Summary: dan accidentally goes to a taylor swift themed cycling class, and hears a song that makes him think.

the hoodie bow incident (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: they were kissing.

The Money Summits (ao3) - LetGladnessDwell

Summary: You might think you’re talking about numbers, but it’s always more than that, Kath had said.

(Or, what Dan and Phil talk about when they talk about money.)

the scariest part (is letting go) (ao3) - huphilpuffs

Summary: Dan's journey with sexuality continues long after he meets Phil.

they grew up so nicely, didn't they? (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Cornelia doesn’t just get a boyfriend when she starts dating Martyn, she gets a whole second family too. Kath and Nigel welcome her with open arms and she becomes a pseudo older sister to Phil.

She is there watching from the sidelines as a boy bolts right into Phil’s heart and sets up camp. She gets to watch as Dan and Phil build careers and an internet community and all the trials and tribulations, as well as the pride and happiness, it brings along.

we never change (ao3) - nivi_chip

Summary: different decade same laundry problems

when the train came it was so big and powerful (ao3) - r1caner

Summary: a dnp fic for the 15th 19th of october.

[kathlare]

everything as it should be

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie's tour comes to a triumphant end in Los Angeles, a night filled with celebration, nostalgia, and personal reflection.

Wordcount: 2.5 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

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November 18th, 2024 - Los Angeles, CA

The night was a whirlwind of lights, music, and flashing cameras as the final notes of Amelie’s set reverberated through the KIA Forum. The North American leg of her Short n' Sweet tour had come to an end. She stood on stage, the cheers of thousands of fans still ringing in her ears as she waved to the crowd. Her heart pounded, a mixture of excitement, exhaustion, and a sense of bittersweet finality settling in. The tour was over for now, but the memories, the highs and lows, the connections she'd made with her crew, fans, and family, would stay with her forever.

Lando stood in the back, watching her with a proud smile. He’d been by her side for the last few shows, from Phoenix to Los Angeles, a welcome presence as her tour came to a close. For the past few days, they had fallen into a rhythm, a mix of flirty banter, quiet moments, and the unspoken understanding that their relationship was something more than just two people casually dating. They had history, a friendship that turned into something more after a rocky past. And now, here they were, together again, this time for real.

As the crowd began to disperse, Amelie made her way offstage, her hair damp with sweat, her eyes sparkling with the afterglow of a successful show. She caught sight of Lando leaning against a pillar, a jean jacket draped casually over his shoulders. He held a bouquet of yellow tulips in one hand, a cheeky grin spreading across his face when he saw her approach.

—Aww, are those for me?— Amelie teased, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the flowers.

—Of course,— Lando replied with a wink, offering the bouquet to her. —Wouldn’t be a proper night without them, would it?—

Amelie accepted the flowers, inhaling their sweet fragrance as she leaned in to kiss his cheek. —You’re the best,— she murmured, her voice soft.

—You’re the best,— he countered, placing a kiss on the top of her head as he pulled her into a hug. —Did I make you proud out there?—

She pulled back slightly, eyes sparkling. —Always. You were amazing.—

He smiled, but there was a hint of playfulness in his gaze. —You were the one who got the crowd screaming, Ames. I just showed up and stood there.—

Amelie laughed, rolling her eyes. —You and your modesty.— She wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning into him as they walked toward the exit. —What do you say we go to that after-party? I’m in the mood to get a little tipsy and celebrate.—

Lando’s eyes lit up. —You know I’m always down for that.—

The after-party was at a cozy bar in downtown Los Angeles, filled with the buzz of the tour crew, her family, and a few close friends. Music thumped in the background, and the energy was electric. Lando and Amelie were already a little tipsy, their laughter and teasing creating a bubble around them as they made their way through the crowd.

Amelie found herself standing close to Lando, their hands occasionally brushing against each other, a touch here, a lingering glance there. There was something intoxicating about the way they were together—so comfortable, so in sync. She could feel the tension in the air, the silent acknowledgment of the chemistry between them that had only grown since they’d reunited.

—Remember when we used to sneak around?— Amelie asked, leaning in slightly, her voice low and teasing.

Lando’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. —How could I forget? The whole ‘nobody knows we’re dating’ thing was a lot of fun.—

Amelie chuckled. —Yeah, until we were both miserable and avoided talking to each other for a year.—

—That wasn’t fun,— he agreed, his expression softening. —But I’m glad we fixed things, Ames. This— he gestured between them —this is worth the wait.—

—Mm,— she agreed, her eyes locking onto his. —I’m glad too. But…— She hesitated for a moment, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. —Are you sure about this? About us?—

Lando raised an eyebrow, his expression serious for a moment. —You know I am, Ames. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.— He took a step closer, his hand brushing the side of her arm. —Are you sure?—

She smiled, leaning up to kiss him lightly on the lips. —Yeah. I’m sure.— Her eyes softened, and she let out a quiet laugh. —Just making sure we’re on the same page.—

—You and me, always on the same page,— Lando murmured, kissing her forehead as they moved to the bar to grab a drink.

As the night wore on, the crowd at the bar grew rowdier, and Amelie found herself a little tipsier than she had anticipated. She leaned into Lando, her hand resting on his chest as she glanced at him mischievously.

—Let’s leave this place,— she said, her voice playful. —I don’t want to stay here any longer.—

Lando raised an eyebrow, intrigued. —Where do you want to go, then?—

—Somewhere quiet,— she said, tugging at his arm. —Let’s go to the Hollywood sign. There’s a viewpoint where you can see all of LA. I want to talk. Just you and me.—

Lando looked at her, his expression softening. —Alright. Let’s go.—

They slipped out of the bar, quietly making their way to the car. The drive to the Hollywood sign viewpoint was filled with easy conversation and laughter, but as they reached the spot, the world around them quieted. The city lights of Los Angeles twinkled beneath them, the vast expanse of the city stretching out into the horizon.

Amelie leaned against the railing, her hands gripping it tightly as she gazed out at the city. —It’s beautiful,— she murmured, her voice soft.

Lando stood beside her, his hand brushing against hers. —Yeah, it is,— he agreed, his tone serious. —It’s nice to get away from the chaos every now and then.—

Amelie looked at him, her eyes searching his face. —How are you feeling, Lan? With the championship and everything. You’ve got the Las Vegas race coming up, and Max is ahead again. That’s gotta be eating you alive.—

Lando exhaled slowly, his gaze distant as he looked out over the city. —Yeah, it’s tough. I’m giving it everything I’ve got, but sometimes I wonder if it’s enough. I’m fighting for something that feels just out of reach, and it’s hard not to think about what happens if I don’t win.—

Amelie reached over, gently placing her hand on his arm. —You’re doing everything you can, Lan. You’ve already come so far. You’ve made it this far for a reason. And even if it doesn’t happen this year, you’re still incredible. You know that, right?—

Lando looked down at her hand on his arm, then met her gaze. There was an almost imperceptible vulnerability in his eyes. He gave a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. —I know you think that, but it doesn’t stop the pressure. It doesn’t stop the feeling that I’m not enough, no matter how hard I try. Max is just... untouchable this season. It’s frustrating. You fight, you race, you put everything into it, but it still doesn’t feel like it’s ever quite enough, you know?—

Amelie nodded, her heart aching for him. She had seen him so focused, so determined, but she knew that self-doubt crept in, especially when things didn’t go as planned. She had her own battles, her own insecurities, but Lando was always so strong, so confident in everything he did. Seeing him like this made her want to shield him from the weight he carried.

—You don’t have to do it all alone, Lan,— she said softly, her fingers brushing gently against his arm. —You’ve got your team, your fans, and me. We all believe in you, and honestly? We all know how damn good you are. Whether you win this championship or not, you’ve already proven more than anyone ever expected. You’re not just a good driver; you’re one of the best. That’s what matters. You’re enough just as you are.—

Lando turned to face her fully now, his gaze intense. —I wish I could believe that, Ames. I really do. But with every race, I just feel like I’m not there yet. And then there’s all the noise, people doubting, the haters online. It gets under your skin, no matter how much you try to block it out. Every little mistake is magnified, every slip-up a potential disaster. And all I can think about is the feeling of losing again. I don’t know if I can handle that. Not after everything I’ve put into this season.—

Amelie reached up and cupped his face gently, forcing him to look her in the eye. —Listen to me, Lando. You’re not defined by the things you can’t control. You’re defined by how hard you fight. You’ve been through so much already. That drive, that passion, that’s what makes you incredible. The championship? It’s a result, not your worth. And as for the haters? Fuck them. You’ve got people who love you for who you are, for the person you’ve always been. No one else matters.—

Lando exhaled sharply, closing his eyes for a moment as he leaned into her touch. When he opened his eyes again, they were softer, more at ease. —You really are amazing, you know that? You always know exactly what to say to make me feel better.—

Amelie chuckled, lowering her hand. —It’s because I know you, Lan. I’ve always known you. And it’s not just me. You’ve got this. I’ve seen the way you race, the way you never give up. You’re going to be okay, no matter what happens. And hey, you’re still young. The championship will come for you. I’m sure of it.—

Lando smiled, a genuine, warm smile that reached his eyes this time. He reached out to take her hand in his, lacing their fingers together. —You always know how to pull me out of my own head. It’s like your superpower or something.—

Amelie laughed, the sound light and musical against the quiet backdrop of the night. —Well, someone has to keep you grounded, Mr. Formula 1 Superstar.— She nudged him playfully, her grin infectious.

—Oh, don’t start with that,— he groaned, his accent softening the words. —I get enough of that from everyone else.—

They both fell into a comfortable silence, staring out at the city. The lights of Los Angeles twinkled below, a sea of gold and silver that seemed endless. The moment felt intimate, the kind of quiet that didn’t demand words but carried a weight of understanding between them.

After a few minutes, Amelie spoke again, her voice quieter this time. —Can I tell you something?—

Lando glanced at her, his expression attentive. —Of course.—

She hesitated, chewing her bottom lip before continuing. —Sometimes, I feel like I’m not enough either. With my music, with the expectations people have of me... even with us. Like, I’m always trying to prove something, and no matter how much I do, it never feels like it’s enough.—

Lando’s grip on her hand tightened slightly, a comforting gesture. —Ames, you’re one of the most talented people I’ve ever met. Your music means so much to so many people. You’ve built something incredible, something real. And with us...— He paused, searching for the right words. —You don’t have to prove anything. You’re more than enough. You always have been.—

She looked at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. —Sometimes I worry that I’m too much for you. That my life, my schedule, my everything... that it’s too much for us to handle. And I know we’ve been through so much already, but it still scares me.—

Lando stepped closer, his free hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from her face. —Hey, listen to me. You’re not too much. If anything, you’re everything I want. Yeah, your life is crazy, and so is mine. But we’ve figured it out before, and we’ll keep figuring it out. I’m not going anywhere, Ames. I’m in this. With you. For you.—

Her breath hitched, and she let out a small, watery laugh. —You always know exactly what to say.—

—It’s because I mean it,— he said softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest as she took a deep breath. —I love you, you know that?—

Lando froze for a moment before his arms tightened around her. —I love you too, Ames. Always have.—

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a teasing smile. —Even when I was ignoring you and being a pain in the ass?—

He laughed, the sound echoing through the quiet night. —Especially then. You’re my pain in the ass, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.—

Amelie rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her grin. —You’re impossible.—

—And you’re stuck with me,— he shot back, his smile playful.

They stood there for a while longer, the city below them and the stars above, wrapped in their own little world. They shared stories, laughed at old memories, and teased each other relentlessly. It felt easy, natural, like they were just two people who had found their way back to each other after everything.

When the chill of the night began to settle in, Lando draped his jacket over her shoulders, pulling her close as they made their way back to the car.

—So, the Hollywood sign, huh?— Lando said, glancing at her with a smirk as they climbed in.

—It’s romantic, isn’t it?— Amelie shot back, her tone mock-defensive.

—It’s definitely something,— he teased, starting the car.

She stuck her middle finger out at him, her laughter filling the car as they drove back toward the city.

And as they made their way through the quiet streets of Los Angeles, hands intertwined, hearts full, Amelie couldn’t help but feel that, for the first time in a long time, everything was exactly as it should be.

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ameliedayman: That’s a wrap on the North American leg of the Short n’ Sweet tour!!!!! I have always dreamt of bringing this tour to life but it was even better than i could have imagined because of every crowd that showed up and gave 100% of their energy and time. best dressed crowds on the market. funniest signs l’ve ever seen. every lyric and background vocal sung to perfection. i could not ask for better fans💞i love you so so dearly

thank you to my hard working cast and crew that makes this show what it is. the attention to detail, the professionalism, and each and every personality on and off stage is what makes the SNS show so special.

cry because it’s over for now... but we can’t wait to see you in the new year Europe 💋💋💋

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landonorris: Can confirm: best dressed crowd because the star of the show is the best dressed. Also, you’re hot. → ameliedayman: @landonorris Someone’s trying to distract me. Save it for later, Lan. 😏 → georgerussell63: @landonorris Bro, we’re all blushing. Chill. → alex_albon: @georgerussell63 Speak for yourself. I’m inspired.

claudiasulewski: I see why everyone’s obsessed. You’re magic, Amelie 🌟 → ameliedayman: @claudiasulewski Claudia! Your kind words = my entire week made 🫶

f1stanpage: OKAY BUT THE WAY SHE'S TAKING OVER THE WORLD RN 🫶

amelieupdates: ICONIC doesn’t even cover it. North America was blessed 🫶 → ameliefanpage: @amelieuodates Europe’s turn. Y’all better scream loud for our girl 💋

hayesgrier: Crying bc I didn’t get to see a show, but living through these pics 😭 → ameliedayman: @hayesgrier There’s always Europe… front row? 👀 → landonorris: @ameliedayman Save the front row for me, baby. Hayes can watch from the back. 😏

minniemills: YOU WERE EVERYTHING. The vocals, the fits, the VIBES. Obsessed, truly. 🫶 → ameliedayman: @minniemills Minnie, I love you more than life. Let me know when we’re brunching again.

emiliamernes: Esto fue arte puro, Amelie. Europa no sabe lo que le espera 😍💃🏼 → ameliedayman: @emiliamernes ¡Gracias, bella! Nos vemos pronto, espero 💋

[louisupdates]

It’s something for me that has always been really, really important to me as an artist is being authentic. It’s not that it’s a constant battle, but it is an evolution as an artist. And as you grow as an artist, you want to make sure you’re growing in a really kind of authentic and honest way.

I feel a lot more comfortable doing this style of music and a tour that feels and looks and sounds like this. But also, I feel like I get more back from the fans because of that. And it does feel like the more honest I am, the deeper connection I have with them.

Every single show is individual, you know, at least for me. So, you know, I can have a brilliant show the day before, if I’m not feeling amazing on the day, it doesn’t— the show that happened yesterday isn’t as relevant as you might think it is, really, day to day, as a singer and as a performer.

But it’s almost the way that the intro is for The Greatest, and the band go to stage first and they start the intro, and I can hear all that intro in my ears.

And it does feel like you’re about to walk out to a boxing fight, for sure, it’s got that kind of feeling. And I kind of, I’ve said before, in that moment, I don’t really think anything other than what it is I’m about to do.

It is mentally demanding, what we do, but the reward, you know, is worth it every single night.

When All This Time starts, I kind of just look out, because even on the best shows— and in fact, often more so on the shows that are really, really exciting and really fun, there’s an element that if you don’t take an opportunity to be present, that those moments pass you by. So I like to just, kind of, just sit out, look at the crowd, think about how far I’ve come.

Like in Amsterdam or any of the places like that, I think about the last venue I played in this city. So, you know, it’s just about me kind of taking in every bit of that moment that I can. Those moments, I’ve learned to really, kind of, cherish those moments during the show, definitely.

During Saturdays, which is always a special song for me— I can’t really ever put my finger on specifically why— but from the first time I sang it live, it just… it kind of takes over me emotionally, more so than any other song on the set.

So when the fans did their incredible light show, that fan project, it was amazing because I was already feeling really emotional in the song, and then seeing this incredible spectacle, which is just absolutely undeniable, and you feel…

The great thing about those moments when people hold their phones up is, sometimes when you look into a sea of people, it’s hard to distinguish between every single person. When you’ve got that light up there, you just see the depth of the room, and you see how many people are there and also how many people are engaged for the show. So yeah, that was a really, really special moment for me.

We’ve still got the UK leg to do, obviously, but you always find yourself a little more reflective in these times with it being the end of the European leg. I’d just say a general “thank you” to everyone who attended, everyone who supported online.

And hopefully, you know, you feel as proud as I do when you look at the growth and how far we’ve come in just, you know, the space of like 12 months, 18 months. So yeah, massive “thank you” to all of you!

- Transcript to Louis’ IGTV, FITFWT23: EUROPE [1.11.2023]

[wisteriagoesvroom]

for the 5 sentence fic game - malex (Max/Alex), forgiveness? if it's not too out of ur depth :3

ok this was such a good prompt that i bust past 5 sentences and just kept going. so…here we go:

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Forgiveness

a max/alex drabble, rated g

When Max meets Alex again, it’s a crisp autumn day — the kind where the leaves curl in on themselves, as if holding a secret. What secret, Max doesn’t know, but he has never really been in the habit of keeping many secrets.

The park is not where he expects to see Alex. But that’s the thing about parks. They’re a central nervous system for cities. City planners used to design with this in mind, before cars took over. Max remembers this fact from an encyclopaedia that he used to read, under blanket with a torchlight, when he still had the time to, during karting.

And now, Alex is in the park. Alex is older. Hair the same, if longer than it used to be in their F1 days. Face clean-shaven, but sharper in the cut of his jaw. Eyes, still creasing upwards when he sees a thing he likes.

As it turns out, Alex smiled a lot more when he left Red Bull. His smile practically a quantum force of its own when he finally won a GP.

And as it turns out, to his surprise, Max may be one of the things Alex also likes.

“Is that really you?” Alex exclaims, hands tucked in his pockets, wool scarf loose on his neck. Max feels somehow underdressed in his nondescript hoodie. Being a five time world champion, even over a decade later, meant people would stop you for photos.

“It’s me, mate.”

Alex makes a noise that seems like delight. They do the bro hug, and he animatedly explains that Lily is in Shanghai for a project involving augmented reality home golfing that is run through a mobile phone holoprojector. He rambles a little bit about weather — which for some reason the English still are obsessed with — and Alex asks whether Monaco has changed much (Max tells him it hasn’t).

“Are you heading up to Milton Keynes?” Alex says.

There is no loadedness behind the question. Max has only been back to Milton Keynes for Redline work since he retired.

One thing about Alex is that he was always carefully guarded when he needed to be. But Max never found him truly capable of ill intent.

“No,” Mad says. “I’m actually here because Pen has a thing about horses now. I have a break from touring stables and such.”

“Horses! Ah! There’s this great place down by Richmond, the owner’s an old classmate of mine. Let me pass it to you.”

Classic Alex. Always trying to help out, be nice, create a connection. So Max grabs his phone from his pocket, and lets Alex fuss around with it.

So the task is done, and there isn’t much to do now but move on. That is what Max has done well. Move on, in a way that he knows how, eking out a place for himself in Sim driver development and helping others learn the ropes. Much like Alex clearly has too, remaining as advisor to his last team.

Max finds himself reflecting on the younger men they were so long ago. Max was a lot more impulsive then. Quick to anger, a hunger inside him with so much to prove. But every person who did what they did always had the hunger. It just manifested in a lot of different ways.

And the interaction is nearing its end. But Max still can’t quite find a way to make his legs move. Around them, someone occasionally jogs past, and there are some ducks quacking happily at a nearby pond. It is peaceful.

Alex’s phone buzzes. He glances down at it, brows creasing in concern.

“Sorry, there’s some emergency at home involving my five year old and…” Alex squints at his phone. “A muffin tray of glitter. George is always far too lenient with his godson.”

Max smiles. “I heard about that. George, I mean. Not the glitter. I am not psychic.”

“That would explain your super-powered abilities, wouldn’t it?”

“Ha!” Max says, and he means it. “Anyway, I remember exactly how it is. That age.”

Alex smiles back knowingly.

The leaves rustle in the trees. The ducks are still quacking. The sun peeks out from behind a cloud, warming them both.

It is comfortable, in the way Alex always makes people feel, since the Williams years.

Max stops his leg from twitching.

“Listen, Alex. I never got a chance to say it before.”

“Say what?”

“That I…”

And Max finds himself pondering it. What does he mean? That he’s sorry? Sorry that a formula one team only truly ever has enough room for one person? That he should have asked how Alex was, like how he makes a point to do so now, with all his Redline youngsters? That he wishes he had called or texted him in the intervening years to see how he was, that he wishes they had stayed in touch? That he misses his old cars more than anything in the world, even if he’s happy with what he’s done and the way the puzzle pieces of his life have landed, and he always wonders if other drivers did too?

Max swallows a lump in his throat that he didn’t know was there. In the end, he says exactly what is on his mind.

“I’m really glad that you seem well.”

If that’s not the answer Alex was expecting, he doesn’t show it. He always seems borderline spiritual these days. As if he’s discovered a secret and invites you to understand it. A little bit like a monk, but one who definitely drives over the speed limit. (Max saw that video: a special karting one Alex did for family content, and he still carves a magnificent line.)

The monk in question smiles. It’s warm, like the sun. How lucky for those who grow close enough to Alex, to feel it.

And in that sage, still boyish way of his— surrounded by ducks, subjected to the inclement weather, in the artery of the place where worlds meet — Alex tells Max, back:

“I’m glad for us, too.”

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from prompt thing here except i will actually try to stick to 5 sentences for the next one(s)

[likesomanywrecksdo]

blitzø + moon symbolism

okay so the music video "Just Look My Way" takes place in Stolas' space-esque personal chamber somewhere in his castle. The music video repeatedly relate Stolas' feelings towards Blitzø with the moon. During the line "let me hold you, keep you close to me, i long to hear your voice" Stolas is seen trying his best to keep the tiny moon in his hands and preventing it from floating away. Again in the line "the walls you've conjured up to live" the moon rotates and we can see Blitzø stuck inside the black space or "dark side of the moon".

the moon symbolism can mean many things in regards to how Stolas feels about Blitzø.

Firstly, it could be a manifestation of how Stolas is always drawn back to those "dazzling moonlit nights", how he constantly tries to grasp for good moments within their time together (the only ones he can find being the full moon meetings) and so he relates Blitzø and the full moon "rendez-vous" directly as a way of coping with their less than ideal experiences outside of that structured and guaranteed time spent alone tgt.

Secondly, it could be a way of showing how Blitzø acts/how stolas views him. As per astrology, the moon is romance, pleasant nights (tying back to my previous points), intense moments, loneliness and mood swings. The last three are a pretty accurate depiction of how Blitzø acts around Stolas. He's hot-headed, closed-off and Stolitz is very much prone to intense moments on both sides, so it's possible Stolas made that connection, believing that holding the moon is the closest he can currently get to holding Blitzø.

Finally, the last image (above) shows Blitzø with his head buried in his legs trapped inside the "dark side of the moon". This could symbolise how Stolas sees this dark and isolated version of Blitzø but also sees the potential for him to open up, be romantic and love Stolas.

the apology tour switch up

In Stolas' apology tour emotional ballad, the two frames above appear (i'm guessing bc the outfit is literally the exactly same as him singing onstage wth Verosika + Tex, the cute ass choker and all). Now there is a change in the background between the moon and the sun, which is a huge switch-up from "Just Look My Way". The significance of which is also very multifaceted.

Stolas could be expressing how he wants more from Blitzø, finally expressing his feelings instead of constantly worrying about how Blitzø will feel. This is probably bc Stolas fears the relationship is over while this open communication and validation that Stolas wants more than just sex is exactly what Blitzø wanted from the start. Additionally, the second frame coul be referencing how in "Just Look My Way", Stolas says "i don't care that your of lower station" and that he wants to be seen with him and be loved by him everywhere. He's tired of keeping it a secret but also has a lot of things to lose if he does.

Secondly, the sun, in astrology, is seen to represent one's sense of self and individuality. This could hint to Stolas having his whole awakening and a whole new idea of who he is because Blitzø came into his life. Because of Blitzø, he's found out so many more things about himself and is capable of doing what is doing (divorcing Stella, giving up Blitzø, the one slightly good thing he's ever had) all because Blitzø showed him how to be free ("showed me this world was bigger than us, then sent me back where i came from'" -Down Bad" by Taylor Swift).

Finally, the switch-up from moon to sun from Blitzø's pov could be a way of showing how his feelings for stolas have changed. This song is the obvious turning point of the Stolitz ship, where Blitzø isn't in denial anymore and knows he's in love with Stolas. As discussed before, the sun represents self-image and in some cases self-esteem. Considering confession of any kind of emotions are not Blitzø strong suit and don't have a huge effect on him (don't evoke much a huge outward response from him). This revelation hitting him so fast would be a huge self-awakening for him as he has not let himself love anyone for a long time.

In conclusion, Stolitz is sun x moon and nobody can convince me otherwise.

[louistomlinsoncouk]

"It’s something for me that has always been really, really important to me as an artist is being authentic. It’s not that it’s a constant battle but it is an evolution as an artist. And as you grow as an artist, you want to make sure you’re growing in a really kind of authentic and honest way. I feel a lot more comfortable doing this style of music and a tour that feels and looks and sounds like this. But also I feel like I get more back from the fans because of that and it does feel like the more honest I am, the deeper connection I have with them. Every single show is individual, you know, and—at least for me. So, you know, I can have a brilliant show the day before, if I’m not feeling amazing on the day, it doesn’t—the show that happened yesterday isn’t as relevant as you might think it is, really day to day, as a singer and as a performer. But it’s almost the way that the intro is for The Greatest and the band go to stage first and they start the intro and I can hear all that intro in my ears. And it does feel like you’re about to walk out to a boxing fight for sure, it’s got that kind of feeling. And I kind of—I’ve said before, in that moment, I don’t really think anything other than what it is I’m about to do. It is mentally demanding, what we do, but the reward, you know, is worth it every single night. When All This Time starts, and [I] kind of just look out because even on the best shows and in fact, often more so on the shows that are really, really exciting and really fun, there’s an element that if you don’t take an opportunity to be present, that those moments pass you by. So I like to just kind of just sit out, look at the crowd, think about how far I’ve come. Like in Amsterdam or any of the places like that, I think about the last venue I played in this city so, you know, it’s just about me kind of taking in every bit of that moment that I can. Those moments, I’ve learned to really kind of cherish those moments during the show, definitely. During Saturdays, which is always a special song for me. I can’t really ever put my finger on specifically why but from the first time I sang it live, it just—it kind of takes over me emotionally, more so than any other song on the set. So when the fans did their incredible light show, that fan project, it was amazing because I was already feeling really emotional in the song, and then seeing this incredible spectacle, which is just absolutely undeniable, and you feel—the great thing about those moments when people hold their phones up is, sometimes when you look into a sea of people, it’s hard to distinguish between every single person. When you’ve got that light up there, you just see the depth of the room and you see how many people are there and also how many people are engaged for the show. So yeah, that was a really, really special moment for me. We’ve still got the UK leg to do, obviously, but you always find yourself a little more reflective in these times with it being the end of the European leg. Um, I’d just say a general thank you to everyone who attended, everyone who supported online. And hopefully, you know, you feel as proud as I do when you look at the growth and how far we’ve come in just, you know, the space of like twelve months, eighteen months. So yeah, massive thank you to all of you."

Louis' voiceover in his Instagram reel about the European leg of the Faith In The Future World Tour - 1/11

[alenvs3000w25]

My current relationship with nature. How it has developed/evolved? Who offered me “a sense of place,” as described in our textbook?

I love my current relationship with nature. Growing up I ski raced and played soccer so I would spend most of winter and summer outside. As I continued to get older I began leaning more towards skiing so was not spending as much time outside in the summers other than boating with my family. Then slowly but surely I stopped spending time outside. In my teenage years I had suffered a lot of injuries from sport that took me out of the playing season so there were times where I would be stuck inside all day elevating my leg unable to really move too much for long periods of time. This took a great toll on my mental health and I sort of drew inwards, emotionally and physically. These sorts of injuries happened three times in the course of my teenage years. Then COVID hit in my 12th grade of highschool. During this time of isolation I found myself going out into nature and taking up running as a hobby. Being outside and moving my body greatly improved my mental health during this time, I actually found myself craving to be outside, it seemed like the whole world had changed but that outside was stayed the same. The plants, the lakes, the trees. During my first year of university, in adjusting to the course load I sacrificed my time with nature until last summer. I began going on outside walks every day and I have continued this practice everyday. I love to be outside and don't feel quite like myself when I don't get time with nature. I have also taken up new hobbies that involve being outside including golf and tennis. I hope that my relationship with nature continues to evolve in the future. In terms of 'sense of place' I would say that my family has offered me this 'sense of place'. My whole family is from Montreal and I think a big part of our culture is being outside especially in the winter, primarily because there are so many outdoor activities in Quebec. so, growing up I adored the winters. My family passed on traditions of skiing at certain hills and in Quebec, telling my sister and I stories of how they grew up skiing there and how the nature, landscape, and overall environment may have changed since they were young. Teaching us how to connect with nature in a way that is respectful and enjoyable. Creating new traditions of road trips and bringing my Grandpa with us for him to also be an interpreter of his own memories and understandings of nature. Also in furthering our own understanding of the environment and in reference to the notions discussed in the textbook, we sought out tours and activities or practices we had never done before like snowshoeing where we relied on interpreters to pass on this knowledge of how you may camp in the winters, making fires with use of your surroundings, teaching us about the different kinds of trees and how people tap maple syrup etc. I hope to be an interpreter for my future children and continue to pass on these traditions and understandings of nature.

Blaze

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[alittledizzy]

I don’t use my tumblr publicly, hence the anon, but I saw your fic amnesty post and felt like it was posted just for me! I posted a Dan and Phil fic a couple of weeks ago, and I kept having this quiet little hope that maybe you’d venture back to the d&p tag on ao3 and read it, just bc it’d be such an honor. You have always been one of my favorite voices in the d&p fandom. We interacted a bit when I used to be active on the forums, I adore your commentary, and I am such a fan of your fic writing. The characterization is consistently exquisite, and you always capture this perfect balance of grounded realism, lack of pretension, and the full miraculous magnitude of their connection through tiny moments.

ANYWAY, I posted a fic for the first time in over ten years. It starts with a fair bit of inner monologuing and a bit of a tropey device, but I promise it picks up. I’m very proud of it, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it. Since you can’t add links to anon asks, I must resort to this -

As He Goes, So I Go by cloej88

Rating: E

Word count: 25,272

Link that isn’t an actual link: archiveofourown . org/ series /4104049

Summary: It’s November of 2015, and Dan and Phil have just finished their UK leg of The Amazing Tour Is Not on Fire. They’ve sworn off the romantic side of their relationship in order to protect the rest of this life they’ve built. However, with all of the close proximity of touring, their connection feels headier and more charged than ever. As soon as the UK tour ends, they fly to the US for a quick book-signing trip, but they become snowed in by a blizzard in Chicago. In the solitude of their shared hotel room, can they fumble their way back to one another?

Featuring: Pining, lots of fluff, the TATINOF UK afterparty in all its glory, an arcade bar in snowy Chicago, a NYTimes How to Fall in Love quiz, lots of introspective musing about how much these idiots adore one another, and some well-earned smut.

holy shit thank you for sending me this because i am OBSESSED with this fic now

[hardcandycigarette]

Canyon Moon Road Part Two

Harry woke up to the soft rustling of leaves and the distant sound of a rooster crowing. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow around the quaint guest room. He felt surprisingly rested, the kind of rest that comes from being somewhere serene and undemanding. He quickly dressed and made his way to the kitchen, following the enticing smell of fresh coffee.

Y/N was already there, moving around the kitchen with a practiced ease. She turned as he entered, her face lighting up with a welcoming smile. "Good morning! I hope you slept well."

"Better than I have in a long time," Harry replied, taking a seat at the small wooden table. "Thanks again for taking me in."

"It's no problem at all," Y/N said, handing him a steaming mug of coffee. "Like I told you last night no one works on Sunday.” She chuckled. “Well that’s a lie. Theres a cute little Farmer’s Market, if you’re into that kinda thing, and a diner in town. Other than that it’s you and me and Max”

Just as Harry was about to ask who Max was he felt a nudge on his leg. He found the simling face, tail wagging Black Lab. “I assume this is Max.”

“It is. Come here boy.” She called to the calm, happy dog. She rubbed his head just as he sat at her feet. She pointed toward the coffee pot with a gesture of her head. “Sorry it’s not a fancy cappuccino.”

Harry smiled. “No problem at all.” He said as he grabbed a mug and poured the dark drink.

“So you'll have to stay another day. Hope that's alright."

Harry smiled. "More than alright. I could use a break from all the driving."

"There's a hotel about 45 minutes away I told you about if you'd prefer," Y/N offered, "but you're welcome to stay here with me."

Harry considered it for a moment, appreciating the offer. "I think I'd like to stay, if you don't mind. It's been really nice here."

Y/N nodded, pleased. "I'd love to have you stay. I’ll whip up something for breakfast, then I’ve got to get to work on this place.  You’re welcome to watch tv, rest, take care of business whatever you want or need to do. Max is good company and he can show you around.” She giggled to herself.

"Do you need any help?" Harry offered, genuinely interested in lending a hand. “With the house I mean. It’s the least I could do.”

"Actually, that would be great," Y/N said with a relieved smile. "There's so much to go through."

After breakfast they cleaned up, then Y/N offered Harry a brief tour of the home. It had an air of nostalgia about it, with its creaking floorboards and rooms filled with memories.

"This was my grandparents' room," she said, opening a door to a sunlit bedroom filled with vintage furniture. "I used to spend hours in here curled up on the bed listening to their stories."

Harry could see the fondness in her eyes and felt a pang of empathy. "It must be hard, going through all this."

"It is," Y/N admitted. "But it's also kind of therapeutic. I just... didn’t realize how much stuff there was. I mean they’ve been gone a long time, but coming in here actually going through their things, it’s different, you know? Like I’m actually admitting, realizing everyone’s gone. No one’s coming back. It’s just me."

Harry’s kind heart had him wanting to hug her, comfort her because that’s just his way, but he realized this woman didn’t know that about him and he needed to respect boundaries.

Y/N shrugged and said, "Well, let's get started with the attic, sorting through boxes of old photographs, letters, and various knick-knacks. Harry was amazed at the sheer volume of items, each telling a piece of Y/N’s family history. As they worked, they talked about their own families and childhood memories, finding common ground in their experiences.

"Look at this," Y/N said, pulling out an old photo album. "This was my mom when she was about my age."

Harry leaned in to look at the photos, feeling a strange sense of connection to the history in the house. "She looks a lot like you."

"Yeah, everyone says that," Y/N replied with a soft smile. "It's nice to be reminded of her."

As the day wore on, they took a break for lunch, sitting on the porch and enjoying the view of the sprawling countryside. The weather was perfect, with a gentle breeze and clear blue skies.

"You know," Harry said, taking a sip of his drink, "there's something really peaceful about this place. I can see why it means so much to you."

Y/N nodded. "It’s always been a sanctuary for me. Even with all the work to be done, it's comforting to be here, like a hug from my family."

After lunch, theyreturned to the attic where they found old tools, furniture, and even some vintage clothing. Harry couldn’t help but try on an old hat they found, making Y/N laugh.

"You look like you stepped out of a different era," she said, shaking her head.

"Maybe I did," Harry replied with a grin, tipping the hat playfully.

By the time they called it a day, they had made significant progress. They had set aside boxes of items to keep, donate, and throw away. Y/N looked genuinely relieved and grateful for the help. She had also noticed the flex of Harry's muscles has he lifted and moved boxes. She was beginning to see what women found so attractive about him.

"Thank you, Harry," she said as they stood on the porch, watching the sunset. "I don’t think I could have done this without you."

"It was my pleasure," Harry replied, feeling a warmth in his chest. "I'm glad I could help."

That evening, they cooked dinner together, their movements in the kitchen almost synchronized as they worked side by side. Harry found himself enjoying the simple companionship they shared.

After dinner, they sat on the porch, watching the stars come out. The pinks and yellows of sunset had changed to a deep blue. They talked about their plans for the next day. Y/N told Harry she hoped his car would be fixed because she was sure he wanted to get back on the road.

As they sat there, Harry found himself thinking about how comfortable he felt around Y/N. She had a way of making everything seem easy, natural. He realized he would be happy if he could stay but that wouldn’t make sense once the car was fixed. They winded down and excused themselves to their respective rooms for the night. Harry fell asleep content in a complete stranger’s home and he knew on paper it didn’t make any sense. He also knew Jeffrey and his security team would not be content if they found out this recent development, but he didn’t care.

The next morning, Harry woke up early, eager to see Y/N again. He made his way to the kitchen and found her already up, dressed in overalls and carrying a toolbox.

"Good morning, Harry," she said with a grin. "Ready to get your car fixed?"

Harry blinked in surprise. "Wait, you're the mechanic?"

Y/N laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Yes, I am. Thought I'd surprise you. I grew up working on cars with my dad, and I’ve been doing it ever since."

Harry shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. "You keep surprising me, Y/N. Let’s get to it."

They spent the morning working on Harry’s vintage car. Well, Y/N worked on the car, and Harry was the most adorable curious nuisance ever. While normally Y/N would normally find it annoying she found this dimpled man-child charming. Harry was impressed by Y/N’s skill and knowledge, and he found himself enjoying their time together even more.

By midday, Y/N  stepped inside to make a phone call. When she returned she broke the silence. "Harry, I have some bad news. Your car needs a specific part that I don’t have. I’ve called around, but it’ll take a few days to get it shipped here."

Harry frowned. "I see. There's no way to expedite it?"

Y/N shook her head. "Unfortunately, no. Even with overnight shipping, the part just isn’t readily available. It’s not about the money; it’s about finding the part itself."

Harry sighed but then looked at Y/N and smiled. "Well, I guess I'll be your guest a bit longer. If that's okay with you."

Y/N smiled back, a hint of relief in her eyes. "Of course, it’s okay. I’d be happy to have you stay."

The next day they went back to working on the family home, making steady progress. Harry learned more about Y/N’s family and the history of the house, feeling a deeper connection to the place.

As they ate lunch Y/N turned to Harry with a thoughtful expression. "Do you ever get tired of all the attention, Harry? Being recognized everywhere you go?"

Harry nodded. "Sometimes. It's nice to be appreciated, but it can be overwhelming. That's why this trip is so important to me. I needed to get away, to find some peace."

Y/N smiled, her eyes filled with understanding. "I’m glad you ended up here, then. It’s been nice having you around."

Harry felt his heart skip a beat. "It's been nice being here. You’ve made this place feel like home."

That evening, they sat on the porch, watching the sunset. The sky was painted with hues of orange and pink, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. Harry found himself captivated by Y/N’s presence, the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about something she loved, the sound of her laughter.

The next day they talked and their dreams and fears, their hopes and memories. Harry knew that meeting Y/N was more than just a chance encounter. He didn’t know what the meaning was but it something more than chance.

But for now, Harry relaxed into the present moment and the deepening friendship they were building. He wondered if he just might be developing a crush on her. Yet, he wasn’t ready to admit it, not even to himself. The future was uncertain, but Harry felt a sense of hope and excitement, something new.

[9w1ft]

9-

I once again come to you as the Kaylor jewelry expert with a detailed question.

When did Karlie start wearing the Cartier onyx necklace? I know she wore it to the rep tour show in Nashville in August 2018, but was she seen wearing it before that?

hi anon! thank you for the question 😌

back in june 2018 karlie went on a back to back trip to japan and then shanghai. she can be seen wearing the amulette de cartier in japan (josh was there) from june 11th, if you look closely through her instagram stories. she’s more clearly documented wearing it in shanghai starting on june 15th (she was alone for this leg).

her engagement was announced a little more than a month later. iirc, there was word on the street (online rumors) a few weeks before it was announced on july 24, that they were getting engaged. i guess that if you were to believe this official narrative, you might think the amulette was an engagement gift from josh that she could wear without the news getting out by wearing her ring. but my goodness, a symbol of protection during difficult times seems to be an odd choice as an engagement present (who pops the question with a necklace that’s a lucky charm made for times that require strength of heart against all odds?!)

so I’m sure you can see how this lends itself perfectly to the kaylor narrative.

*to provide some meta context, their trip to japan was at the time very painful for kaylors. the two were acting lovey dovey at a time when many were convinced they were about to break up, and they appeared very intimate (hand holding/cheek kissing) with each other in ways they really hadn’t in years prior. i think at the time, some saw this bump in pda as writing on the wall that an engagement rather than a breakup was coming. at the time i was a holdout but in hindsight, given the symbolic value of the amulette, it feels that way. btw all this was happening right after taylor got very very loud in spring 2018, when rep tour started and she debuted the rainbow dress and delicate pride speech and we had the caticorn rainbow ad, and so it was distressing at the time how it was like one step forward, two steps back for kaylor. but in hindsight, sheesh, simpler times!

so karlie wore the amulette a whole lot between the end of june and end of sep 2018. most memorably, i would say, to NYC pride and of course when she went to rep tour nashville.

iirc the last time she was seen wearing it in 2018 was on sept 28 2018? and she changed her IG profile picture to a picture with her wearing it, and it stayed like that for what feels like it was about a year. then of course we have taylor’s october 2018 AMA performance where there was this big set piece that looked so much like the amulette.. and a nod to it in 2019 as the little peephole on the door to the lover house

while it remained karlie’s profile picture for a long time, karlie didn’t post new photos of her wearing it again until march 2020, another time of difficulty for her with her fans (controversies about her kushner/white house connections in the early days of the pandemic and in an election year) she continued wearing it off and on, notably during her pregnancy, including in the pregnancy announcement video. id add pics of it but i’m over the pic limit!! but you can check the #cartier tag on my blog for more.

so yeah, you can see how these two periods of time have some thematic similarities for her—pivotal life moments both taking things to a new level—and how the amulette and everything it stands for just adds to the symbolism of it all… 🫠