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Chapter 7: Alone together (Preview)
Warning: uncle/niece relationship
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Note: Hey Guyyys, it has been a while since I posted (Sorry) Classes have started and I couldn't find the time. But now it has been going smooth and I finally found the time to continue.. so here is a preview of chapter 7! enjoy.
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Sorry for the long wait
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Chapter 7
It has been 2 days since the hunt, most of the lords and ladies of the land had gone home and returned to their duties. It also gave the two young princesses time away from all the attention they have been receiving. To people, they would think the two granddaughters of the king would spend every waking moment together. But most of the time they spend it apart. It was the morn, Visenya sat in the garden reading, enjoying the silence. However she can feel someone watching her from a distance.
“I know you're there…. Uncle.” She said looking up from her book to where Aemond was standing “Are you just going to stand there…? Or was I needed for something?” she said look at him for a brief moment before returning back to her reading
“Am I not allowed to walk around in the gardens of my own home?” he said, taking a step closer revealing himself, and stepping into the sunlight.
“You are… however you have been standing there for quite some time now…? She said back to him with a bit of wit in her voice.
He gave her a soft smile, they stared at each other for a while before Visenya broke the silence “That is the first time I have ever seen you smile in quite a while.” She said quietly, softly but enough for Aemond to hear.
“Don’t be absurd…” he said to her
“It’s true, most of the time you show a cold amused smile, mostly when people get hurt or you are mean towards my cousins you nephews…” she pauses “but this one was different,” she showed him a sad smile but she quickly changed to a more composed expression “Now… what do you need?”
“I was promised a day with you… or was you promising to whoever wins the tourney a lie..” he said back to her but for a moment he thought about what he has said.
“I never lie, or go back on my word… A promise is a promise.” she said looking at him
#aemond x reader#aemond one eye#ewan mitchell x reader#prince aemond#house of the dragon oc#hotd aemond#aemond targaryen x reader
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guyyys sorry for the hadestown west end spam posting, we went to see it on friday and I just got home from england (technically last night but only properly arrived home today) and I'm already feeling incredibly reminiscent. I wanna go back. I wanna see it again. Truly one of the best experiences I had in a long while
#i wish there was a west end cast recording at least. I need to listen to them again. i would pay so much money for an album I'm so serious#hadestown west end#hadestown uk#musicals
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okay so i just have some notes on the bold type season two’s newest episode (betsy), aka what i’ve started calling ‘the gun episode’, because i have some serious issues with how the writers chose to do this one, as i’m sure many other people do.
so, i wasn’t surprised they chose to tackle this. tbt has always attempted hot-button topics, i just wasn’t expecting this one to feel so far removed from the characters, what they do, and what we know about them. did anyone have any clue sutton had a shotgun? has this ever been brought up before? if it has then i’m sorry, but to me it felt random and kind of forced its way into the narrative.
the episode starts and we find out that sutton’s instrument from school is actually a shotgun. okay. jane is understandably freaked out by this and sutton makes a show of how she thinks jane is overreacting - my first issue here is with this characterisation? because, has sutton been watching the same show as the rest of us? it’s pretty typical jane sloan behaviour to be freaked out by everything, and if sutton knew ‘she would react like this’, that shows just how much she should have told her. this isn’t just some secret from high school, it’s a weapon that has been living in their shared apartment! i’m sorry but sutton’s reaction is the most out-of-character thing i think i’ve seen all season, it was enough to make me pause the episode to let off some steam, it took something away from my viewing process.
my second issue is with jane’s reaction, or rather, the reason for her reaction. it’s very sensitive and i was seriously worried tbt would fuck it up. jane lived only a few miles away from columbine when it happened, and she even knows some people who died. introducing real-world events into tbt is nothing new and i commend its efforts for trying, but in this case it’s not the content of that so much as the way they consistently choose to characterise jane. my question is: why can’t jane just have opinions on things without having to have been influenced by some real-life event for her to feel that way?
think about it. this is just one example - you also have her mom when it comes to the breast cancer episode back in season one, and also her reluctance towards christianity shown earlier this season is also because of a lived experience. they are painting jane as some kind of tragic heroine who has lived through a lot, and if she just has - fine! but it’s consistently used to validate her beliefs about things and at this point it feels tired, i look and jane and wonder why the writer’s seem to think she couldn’t have had an opinion on guns without this. any character who seems to have had no contact or knowledge about guns - for example kat - is shown to be almost apolitical towards the subject, and it’s not only lazy, in this episode it also subtly seems to be implying anyone who has an opinion on guns without this first-hand contact just... shouldn’t! what. isn’t that what most pro-gun people say when trying to defend their 2nd amendment rights?
it also feeds into my wider issues with jane’s characterisation, too. she was fired from incite because, true to her moral values or not, she does make things about herself. which is fine because personal, inward-looking journalism is interesting, and jane is clearly a-okay with being vulnerable and revealing in her work and that’s great. but she does it way too much, apparently so much the show now seems to think even outside of the writing room she can’t say or do or mean anything when it’s not in direct relation to herself or her own lived experience. in this episode, this comes across as particularly pointed and lacking because...
we’re being fed this “two sides of the story” bullshit. they’re utilising jane’s fault of not looking outward at those around her to preach that we should be paying attention to sutton’s point of view in this storyline. which, fair enough. usually i’m all for listening to those who have differing opinions - it’s the only better way to understand a topic and expand your own viewpoint. but, honestly, i’m okay to just not when it comes to gun control? especially when they make sutton say shit like “guns don’t kill people, people do.” i wanted to rip my own eye sockets out. i forgive sutton because she does seem to come around to the idea of guns actually being dangerous by the end of the episode, but they still never challenge that ideology and that leaves me questioning what the bold type was actually trying to say.
because, okay. if we absolutely had to do this, here’s how i would have done it. sutton has a gun, she has a gun for some very understandable reasons during her teenage years, she’s out with her friends shooting skeet (not birds, phew) and having a good time of it. i have no problem with this. what she’s doing in and of itself isn’t dangerous, and she’s doing it because she can’t handle the lack of control she seems to have in her own life. plus, she’s very good at it. okay - all that i can deal with. i'll even suspend my disbelief and say she hadn’t told jane due to her dreading jane’s reaction and the inevitable explanation. okay.
now, here’s where the bold type could have made an interesting statement: whilst sutton’s enjoyment of shooting skeet is valid and non-malicious, is her need to do that greater than other people’s need to be safe? the answer i would have gone for, as most viewers probably would have, is no. that way, they could have still explored sutton’s character and history without having to have her preach some scary ideology for the sake of “hearing both sides”. jane does need to hear more sides than her own, this is true, but exploring this issue with her character in this episode was not a good choice. having other characters like kat be completely neutral to this is almost unbelievable, and generally, the entire episode is a bit of a shambles. sorry to tbt, which i do adore, but you guys really missed your mark on this one.
#rosy.txt#the bold type#tbt season 2#the bold type season 2#tbt season two#kat edison#jane sloan#sutton brady#betsy#tbt#the bold type season two#the bold type spoilers#tbt spoilers#sorry for long post guyyys
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The one where Harry and Model Y/N miss their christmas flight and have a little fun on their detour.
blurb: It's the most wonderful time of the year so Harry & Model Y/ N rented a holiday house on the French Alps to celebrate Christmas with their families. It's finally the day to go and Harry is the one to blame when they lose their flight to meet their families in the Alps. Spoiler: Model Y/N gets furious at Harry's calm behavior.
warnings: fluff. They left Los Angeles on December 20th and arrived in the Alps on December 21st in case you guyst get confused.
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author's note: HIIIIIII guyyys! It's officially CHRISTMAS week and it's my favorite holiday ever sooo I imagined what Model Y/N and Harry would do on their holiday trip and I guess I'll post a blurb everyday with Christmas theme. AND i'll be suggesting a christmas song in every blurb. Enjoy and Merry Christmas♥️♥️♥️♥️
christmas song of the day: Santa Tell Me by Ariana Grande.
December 19th, 2020 - 11PM
It was a very cold night in Los Angeles for you to be walking around in your pajamas with no shoes on, a face mask on your face and wet hair that left small water drops through the closet floor as you continued to walk between your clothes and your suitcase that was settled in the floor. You wanted to be laid down in bed, in your cozy and warm bed because you were so tired and a good night of sleep were everything you actually desired.
As you tried to decide on the coats that you were going to take to your Christmas holiday in the French Alps. You felt a gaze directed to you, what made you bring your head up so you could see Harry stopped at the door frame. He looked very calm. Otherwise, you looked desperate; your flight was scheduled to 6:45 AM. You had to sleep as it was already late and you haven't even packed your stuff but at least you could do it with just some minutes unlike Harry. Anyway, Harry had his grey sweatpants on with a TPKW merch hoddie, his hair, unlike yours, was already completely dry. You probably have to stop washing your hair so late at night but now wasn't the moment to think about this.
— God, why didn't I pack earlier? — You asked rhetorically as you sighed taking some of your favorite pants and folding them right before putting them in the suitcase.
— Exactly! I told ya to do it earlier today but you said you still had time. — Harry said on a convincing way as he drank a sip of his water that he held in a bottle. You just rolled your eyes at him. You hated being stressed and you hated even more when you were stressing over something and Harry says something like "I told you so." You hate conflict and specially when it's with Harry and now was definitely not the moment, so you just shrugged it off.
— By the way, which suitcase are you taking? Because I found yours up in the shelf. — You said, never taking your eyes away from the clothes you were putting on the floor as you created combinations and outfits for you to have an idea before putting it in the suitcase; you were on your knees as you decided to which clothes you'd take with you.
Harry went completely silent at the moment he heard you. This was the time he realized that with all the things you both were setting up for the trip today, he completely forgot of packing his stuff. Harry froze, he felt it through all his body. He knew how much you were stressed over all the things you both did today to get prepared for the trip, and he'd swear to god that you'd completely lost it at the moment he'd tell you he forgot about it.
You looked over at him because of his silence and his expression said everything his mouth didn't. You stopped moving your hands immediately and kept a straight face at him literally praying he was only joking, but he wasn't.
— Are you for real? — You'd ask resting your hands over your thighs as you only received silence as a response — Harry, I can't believe you! — You'd say sounding extremely frustrated. You'd pass your hands over your face trying to wake you up more because truly, you were so sleepy right now. You'd feel your cold hands pass through your wet strands of hair before looking at him getting more into the closet now.
— Love, I'm so sorry! — Harry'd say entering the room and bend down next to you avoiding touching your clothes on the floor — It's just... I went all the way today resolving all the other stuff for the trip and I completely forgot about it! — Harry would say with puppy eyes, he actually felt kinda ashamed for just saying to you that he told you to pack before when he didn't even remembered to do it himself.
— I know, I know — You said getting more relaxed on the floor now crossing your legs — It's just, you take so long to do it everytime and we need to grab some sleep tonight — You'd say making an emphasis on the "so long" making Harry sigh. He instantly stand up after you finished talking, walking directly towards the shelf to grab his own suitcase putting it on the floor as he opened it too.
— No, I won't take too much time! I'll just grab some stuff. I'll show you and you tell me what you think! — Harry said as he opened his part of the closet immediately looking through the pants, the many pants he had actually — It's okay! — He'd say, probably trying to convince himself more than actually you. You have no idea why but whenever Harry had to pack his suitcase he'd take hours to do it, he would just take hours to decide on each outfit and then he'd decide when to wear it and if he was actually going to wear it, so yes, it would literally take hours.
Later, Harry'd think about it all while he contemplated you from the bed. He was lying on his side, propping his head on his hand, so he could get a more proper look at you.
It took both of you two hours to pack Harry’s suitcase and it was around 1AM now. You don’t think he knows what ‘'It’ll be fast’’ actually means. You were now in front of the mirror. You used the comb to brush your now dry hair while looking in the mirror. You have had long nights at work before and you've been very tired several times but this time, it felt different.
This is the first time that you and Harry have decided what to do for Christmas and thank God there would be no hosting; but even so it's difficult to organize things for so many people. Harry has been so helpful, and you can't complain. Even though he was tired of being on set, he always donated his time to talk about Christmas, but how could he avoid it? He loved it. He loved being able to get together with his family and spend a good and happy time. Harry remembers the first Christmas you spent together. It was 2018 and you guys went to Holmes Chapel to celebrate. That was also the first Christmas of your life where you wouldn't spend it with your mother because, well, you didn't want to abuse it and take her to Anne's house. Harry realized how sad it had made you and surprised you on Christmas Eve afternoon when he came home from an alleged "supermarket drive" with your mother. He remembers how happy you were, your genuine smile that you just couldn't get off your face, and he remembers how much he fell ten times more in love with you that day. There was not even a year that you were together, god, as time flies.
You have finished brushing your hair and put the comb in the first drawer of the counter. You left the bathroom to walk to your bed feeling Harry's gaze on you making you frown and smile at him as you lay on the bed covering yourself with the covers.
— Why are you looking at me like this? — You ask taking the covers up to your neck while turning to be able to face the boy's face, who was now accompanied by a tender smile.
— Nothing much, just memories! — Harry said as he watched the yellow light from his lamp reflect in your eyes —You're so beautiful it makes me angry sometimes. — Harry said pulling a chuckle from you. God, how he loved that sound. He then extended his arm to turn off the lamp leaving the room in total darkness, then going deeper under the covers as well.
— Oh, you're just saying that! — You responded by making him chuckled now with your fake modest — You set the alarm clock, right? — You asked him softly, trying your best to keep your eyes open even though they insisted on wanting to close.
— I did! — Harry said approaching you, feeling your body heat under the covers. He brought his right hand to your waist and pulled you closer to his chest, taking the opportunity to kiss your temple. — Let's sleep now okay? I love you! — Harry said feeling you nod and whisper a soft '' I love you too ''. It was a combination of you to say you love each other every night before going to sleep; you did it even when you fought, but in these cases I love you's usually came with "but I'm really mad at you."
December 20th, 2020 — 6:00 AM.
You were in such a deep sleep, you two were. The truth is: this instability was not your thing. At one day you were in London, the next in NYC, the next in LA, then in Palm Springs and now back in Los Angeles, the hard part would believe you wouldn't be tired of it. And it's precisely because of tiredness that neither you nor Harry heard the four times that the alarm went off, but let's agree that having gone to sleep after one in the morning packing Harry's suitcase was a big factor to consider.
5:00 AM, 5:20 AM, 5:30 AM, 5:45 AM... Nothing, you didn't even move, well, you did move to pull the covers next to you. For some reason your eyes slowly opened. You stared at the light coming from the curtains content with yourself for waking up even before the clock woke up, little did you know.
You stretched and took your hands to rub your sleepy eyes then using one of them to get your phone that was powering on the nightstand next to the bed. When you unlock the phone screen and face the hours, you felt your heart beat faster. You blinked briefly to see if you were seeing the right time and got out of bed in a heart beat.
— HARRY! — You said basically screaming. Harry woke up quickly, his heart racing as he sat on the bed and watched you standing, putting on your slippers quickly. He watched you take a hair tie from the drawer of your nightstand and quickly tie your long strands of hair into a ponytail.
— What...What happened? — Harry said using his hands to rub his eyes as he slowly got up from the bed.
— It's already six in the morning, the alarm didn't go off! — You said quickly what surprised Harry, since normally you spoke even slowly — Come on, get up! We have 45 minutes to get to the airport, and it's a 35 minute drive. We need to start getting ready quickly. — You walked directly to the bathroom counter, pouring liquid facial soap into your hands and washing your face. You couldn't see it, but you heard the noise of Harry changing clothes in the room. You absolutely hated leaving the house in the morning without taking a shower, but you wouldn't have any time for that.
You chose not to wear any makeup, as always in fact. You just put sunscreen on your face and loosened your ponytail feeling your long strands of hair fall over your shoulders as you retreated from the suite bathroom and spotted Harry wearing jeans and an oversized black sweatshirt walking past you to use the bathroom himself now. You opened your part of the wardrobe by grabbing yourself a black jan bell pants, a black t-shirt too and a pink sweatshirt over it in which you dressed up fastly, and put your white sneakers as well.
— Have you finished? — You said putting your cell phone, charger, wallet and other essentials in your handbag as you approached the bathroom door observing Harry dry his hands on the towel and then saying a brief "Yes" after putting on his rings on his fingers. He turned off the bathroom light and turned to you while the two of you started walking towards the stairs, where you went down with your suitcases in hand. The original plan was to call a car to take you to the airport but clearly, there was no time for that, so you guys would go in Harry's car, which would be picked up at the airport by Jeff who had promised Harry that he would take him back to the house.
The sun was still cold, that cold early morning sun where the sky still has that lilac color mixed with orange. You left your suitcase in front of the trunk and walked to the passenger seat next to the driver where you sat down and installed the belt instantly while Harry just put both suitcases in the trunk, then closed it and walked to the front of the car as well, and right after sitting in the driver's seat putting on the seat belt, he started the engine and starting to drive as well.
The drive to the airport was quiet. There was little traffic, nothing compared to LA traffic but there was still a little. Harry prayed it didn't have any fans at the airport, not because he didn't want to see them, but because you were so late and he knew that neither of you would ignore your fans and just keep walking. When Harry parked the car, you might notice some paparazzi's outside, nothing too crowded actually. In less than two minutes, you were already out of the car with your bags on a cart walking, let's say, very quickly until the airport check-in. You were a little impatient to see that there was a line of about five people before you. You looked at the time on your cell phone and sighed, turning the screen to Harry showing that it was now 6:47 AM and there were still three more people in front of you. You had a frustrated and worried look, just the thought that maybe you can't make it to your destination and Harry realized that, he always perceives the smallest things in and about you; let it be a different sigh to a different gleam in the eye. He perceives everything, even though you're wearing a mask now.
Harry wrapped you in his arms, hugging you tight and kissing your hairline as a form of affection. Your head was between Harry’s neck where you could perfectly smell his scent, and the comforting warmth he emanated; you could have sworn that nothing and no one could get you out of that moment, but then your turn came in line and a man called you.
— Good Morning ma'am! May I help you? — The man said trying to sound sympathetic. You were hoping that Harry could resolve this but apparently, the guy asked you and not him. You put a few strands of your hair behind your ears, and you formed the phrases in your head.
— Good Morning! — You said first, feeling Harry touching the ends of your hair behing your back — So, we had two tickets for the flight of 6:45 AM for Paris but, unfortunately we couldn’t make it in time. Is there any way that you could get us new tickets? Anything would be amazing! — You said, while mentally praying that there was at least one flight that would take you there. The plan was that you were going to make a scale in Paris and then taking the train to the French Alps which would be a 5-hour train ride, but as you were counting on a direct flight to Paris, it wouldn’t be a problem to stay on a train for five hours.
— Look, ma'am. — The guy sighed looking a little frustrated. Harry touched your shoulders and squeezed a little feeling how hard your shoulders muscle were from tension — I do have a flight for Paris! — In the moment he said it you and Harry let out a deep breath relieved — But, it's going to scale in New York and London!
— And how many hours of traveling? — Harry asked getting a little closer to the counter putting his glove covered hand over the counter as well.
— Around 18 or 20 hours — The man answered and you and Harry sighed. You would be there in the morning on the LA time, and on the French Alps time it will probably be 6:30 AM too. You let out a long breath, and Harry looked at you attentively looking for any sign of giving up; he wanted to go, of course, but if you said it would be better to stay, he would be without a second thought.
— Well, we have to go, right? — You said softly to Harry and then redirected your gaze to the man and nodded. — Okay, we’ll keep the tickets.
—They’re economic tickets, all right? I see here that you had executive tickets — The man asked and you can't hesitate to drop a light chuckle.
— No problems! — Harry replied, and then he returned to finishing to configure the informations of your new tickets.
It didn't really take long, a few minutes and you already had the new tickets in hand. As you both walked to find a place to sit, you remembered that with all the running from the morning none of you had breakfast. You checked your bags on the conveyor belt and went up the escalators at the big LAX Airport looking for a small restaurant to buy something. You chose the Urth Caffé & Bar because you were used to eating in there whenever you had to travel. It was a very cute and cozy place with a yellow lighting, wood tables and chairs that gave a whole charm to it. You both ordered a coffee; you ordered a latte and Harry ordered a black coffee, and to eat you both ordered bagels sandwiches. There were some fans in there this time. They were all pretty respectful and nice when they came over asking for pictures. You both took the pics and talked with them for a while until you had to leave which honestly made your heart aches. You loved when you could meet and talk to your fans, to create that connection it's so important to you but you couldn't risk missing another flight.
As you were already settled up on your seats, you re-checked your seat bell probably five times in a row while the "In case of emergency" video passed on the little screen in front of you. Harry noticed you checking it again, and he used his hands to hold yours as a sign to stop you.
— Hey, you already did that... — Harry said looking directly into your eyes — Five times, love!
— Oh... — You whispered then redirecting yourself on your seat. The truth is, you're a model, you date a singer and you're probably more in a plane than in your own house, but you are terrified of it. You've always been, just the thought of being on a plane scares you. And we don't even have to say about whenever a turbulence would occurs. Harry knew that, and he took it as a responsibility of his to keep you calm whenever you were on a plane together.
— Oh, let's watch something together! — Harry said getting his upper body closer to you looking at your little screen — We can choose the same thing and watch it!
— Sure, something on your mind? — You asked as you grabbed the ear plunges of the plane trying to turn it on as Harry now were turning his phone off.
— I don't know! Since we finished watching Bly Manor, I have no idea what we should watch next — Harry said putting his phone on his pocket, and then grabbing himself his ear plunge.
— Oh god, and how good was it? — You said having a fan girl moment. Literally, you were such a fan of The Haunting series and all about it. You and Harry binged watching The Haunting of Bly Manor in like a day. — But.. — You turned on your screen and started to look through the christmas movies, yes you also loved them. Both of you do, who doesn't like christmas movies? — Oh, let's watch Princess Switch 2? We didn't have time to watch it! — You clicked on the movie, so you could read the synopsis to have an idea what would be about. You and Harry watched the first one back in 2018 and you guys really liked it so this could be cool. It's actually kinda crazy all of the stuffs you've watched together. It's crazy how you guys can watch a really serious and heavy movie and then watch all of Barbies movies on the same day.
— Alright, let's watch it! — Harry agreed as he searched for the movie himself — I saw in the trailer that there's a third twin on this movie.
— Love, they're not twins!— You'd say getting your movie ready to be started.
— They're not? Of course they are! If they're not, then what are they? — Harry said putting his ear plunges on and getting the covers that the airplane company use to put on the seats for the passagers. You actually think it's cute that Harry has this thing on being under the covers and cuddled up whenever he was watching to a movie, and with the weather like this, it would be perfect. I mean, it's cold in LA with 46 F°, as you lived in NYC before you could only imagine how the weather was in there with 32F°. But anyway, you kinda missed NYC a little bit. It's honestly kinda messed up now because you haven't officially moved to LA from New York, but the last time you were in NY was probably in early May, before your birthday because you both celebrated your birthday in Holmes Chapel with Anne and Gemma.
— I don't know — You'd chuckle to answer his question feeling him spread the covers on both of you and snuggle himself on your chest — I think they're relatives in some point, but they're not twins! — You'd hear a soft "oh" from Harry as you put the ear plunges yourself and clicked the movie to play. In general, you watched the movie commenting on the scenes and you both really liked it, it was funny and not tiring at all. And then after it, you both bing watched The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, I know it seems crazy but you've been so obsessed with it lately and anytime you were obsessed with something you'd usually make Harry get obsessed too. And I mean, it was a 5-hour long flight and you both could catch up with some housewives drama. The flight ended, and you both arrived in NYC, you'd have a 1 hour and a half stop and you managed to think you both could actually do something in this hour, obviously nothing to far away from the airport, you wouldn't take any risks. So you'd chose one of your favorite places in New York ever aka the M&M's Store. God, you loved this place, and you loved M&M's, and so did Harry.
There were some paparazzi on the street, but this is NY and it's just a daily basis thing. You both walked around the store buying some really cool chocolates when you saw a cute one with marshmallows and you showed it to Harry getting a disgusted face from him.
— No, I'm so allergic to marshmallow! — Harry would say grabbing some kind of M&M's to see and you rolled your eyes recalling the number of times you both had this conversation before. You turned around getting right on Harry's front and looking into his eyes.
— You’re not allergic to mashmallows! You’re allergic to one of the ingredients in it, if you do the homemade one you can eat it normally, oh my god! — You said trying your best to show your sassy side and Harry actually only continue saying this because he knows you'll react like this and he think it's cute, so he'd just get closer to your face and give a peck to your lips.
— I know, sorry! — He'd say smirking a little and fixing his beanie on his head with his left hand — I love the ones you make, by the way.
— I know, I'm such a master chef that's how I made you fall in love with me! — You'd answer him with a smirk on your face when you turn around to look more over the chocolates.
— And who said I love ye’, miss? — Harry said mocking you and you’d immediately turn to stare at his face with the most realistic offended expression you could create now.
— Um, excuse me? — You’d say with your righthand touching your chest with raised eye browns — If that’s how you feel I'm just gonna go over there look for Brad Pitt! — You’d say with your sassy tone starting to walk away from him but you were stopped by him when he grabbed your empty hand bringing you closer to him
— Oh so you're overlapping me for Brad Pitt? — Harry said making you roll your eyes with a playful smile in your mask covered lips.
— Well, take it as a revenge for overlapping me for Mitch every day! — You'd say making him let out a loud laugh — But, I'll consider letting this go if we go to Victoria Secrets right now and you buy me my favorite fragrance!
— Oh, you're such a blackmailer! — Harry would say shaking his head slowly and crossing his arms close to his body watching you put your best puppy eyes on display — Alright, just because I probably love that fragrance more than you! — He said making you give him a big smile that he could notice by the way your eyes got smaller. This is actually a joke because it was pretty rare for having you ask Harry to buy you anything, you'd always tell him that you "didn't need anything", and specially when he comes home with those really expensive Gucci merch. Honestly, all the expensive things that you have, like, Chanel, Versace, Gucci were usually gifts from the brand and a few from Harry because you're much of a economizer thinking that these are actually pretty expensive things and you don't actually need. Why would you go around with a 3 thousand dollars Gucci bag when you can buy a super cute bag for 50 dollars? Yep, Harry didn't understand that on the many times he got you something expensive so then, now he rarely does it because he knows that the way for your heart it's probably the most simple and genuine he can be.
In the VS shop, you were looking through the fragrances for you favorite one that was Bare Vanilla, it's probably the best. And you've been using it for years now, literally since you were a teenager. When you finally found your Bare Vanilla Kit, you were actually surprised by Harry behind you holding a set of lingerie on the color of pearl with some baby blue lace details. You looked at it and then later at the lingerie and then at him again with a "what is that?" expression on your face.
— Love, I know ye' came here to buy the fragrance but this would look so good in you! — Harry said making a louder voice while pronouncing the "so good" making you touch the fabric with your hands in silence thinking about it as you looked, yes it was really pretty. What can you do? Your man does have a good taste. — Ok I'll buy it as your christmas gift! — You said taking the lingerie carefully from his hand.
— For me? I was thinking more of you in it, but I can wear it if you want. I bet it will define all of my sexy curves — Harry said putting a hand on his own waist making a pose making you laugh out loud of his words, it's the sass for me.
— No, oh my god! I'll be the present. This could be the gift paper — You'd say winking on an eye at him as you tried to control your laugh seeing the smirk on his face, this little promiscuous guy.
On your way back to the airport you noticed very similar words on a wall beside you and you couldn't hold your emotion when you saw it. It was a black wall written "Do You Know Who You Are?", as in Lights Up. When you showed Harry he got so smiley and blushed at the same time, it's just the shyness in him. You took a quick picture of it before actually entering the airport again. Right on time.
You were about to face another flight with a six hour and 40 minutes of duration and god, in this cold weather, with covers, hoddies, M&M's, movies and your love made everywhere feels cozy and warm. On this flight, you agreed to watch The Notebook with Harry, and you liked it very much, not as much as he did, but you liked it. You had taken your sneakers off staying with your socks only, you had also let your hair loose as you leaned your head on Harry's shoulder this time, fixing your covered legs under the cover and feeling the warm sensation coming from his body heat, it wasn't much until Harry realised that you were completely asleep when he tried to talk to you about how Ellie's mom had such an attitude when she decided to hide Noah's letter from Ellie all those years but instead, he saw your sleeping face on his shoulder and his heart melted at the vision so he just decided to let you sleep because he really thought you deserved to, and also, after the movie ended he did sleep as well.
Your flight arrived in London by 7:28 PM on Los Angeles time. By London's time it was already 5:28 AM, and it had a 44 F° weather. You had a smaller scale time this time. It was a 35 minutes scale, thank god. You both took your time to walk inside the airport. You loved London. You really did. You loved the weather and the beautiful places to visit in here, oh and the cute british accents, you loved it.
You both walked through the airport observing everything. The people, the christmas lights and the stores. Harry had one of his arms over your shoulders as you walked through it. As you entered the stores session, you'd spot World Duty Free store and look at Harry. — Let's go to World Duty Free and buy colorful highlighters so you can use it on christmas eve! — You say while stopped walking when you got in front of the referred store. Harry looked at the big illuminated sign with the store's name and then back at you.
— A colorful one? D' you think it'll look good? Maybe a gold one, no? — He said pushing you into the illuminated store. You loved that Harry knew this stuff and how sometimes when you'd have nothing to do he would let you put some makeup on his face because he knew you didn't like putting it on your face often.
— Yeah, a gold one would be better! I'll go find one, try looking for other stuff — You'd say getting out of his embrace and walking to the other corner of the store. You looked through the makeup wall in front of you as you searched for a gold highlight.
— Hello, may I help you? — A very young lady came to you with the store's uniform. You looked at her smiling tenderly and shook your head. — Oh no, thank you! I was just looking for a highlighter, but I already found it! — You said showing her the little package in your hand and she smiled back at you saying that if you needed anything else you could call her and you thanked. You would keep looking through the wall to see if you wanted anything else when you noticed a tall man coming over you. You looked at him because well, he was staring you.
— Hm... Hi, I'm Ryan! — He said shyly to you. You just stayed there looking at him with no moves — Hm, I just wanted to say that your American accent it's really cute and... Would you mind giving me your number? — He'd say nervously, and you let out a chuckle as you closed your eyes for a moment.
— I’m really flattered, but I’m here with my boyfriend, I’m sorry — You said softly as you could see Harry coming over to you guys with a very straight face. — There he is! — You pointed at Harry that quickened his pace a little when he saw you pointing at him.
— Oh, I apologize! Anyway, merry christmas! — He said with a tender smile as he walked away from you when you murmured a "Merry Christmas". Harry finally got to you and frowned his eyebrows a little looking at the guy’s back and then back at you.
— Who was it? — Harry softly asked containing his jealousy. Whenever Harry would say in interviews that he was an easily jealous person, he wasn’t joking. But he learned to contain it now because this was the biggest discussion maker on the beginning of your relationship.
— It was this guy Ryan trying to hit on me — You’d say with a smirk on your face because you knew this would tease him — He politely asked me for my number, and then I told him that I was here with my boyfriend.
—You should’ve told him you were here with your handsome and sexy boyfriend — Harry said with joking tone and you raised your eyebrows at him as you started to walk towards the cashier.
— No, I think just ''boyfriend'', is enough! — You’d say mocking him before you paid your bill. And walked back to the departuring space for Paris.
You confess that coming back to Paris made you a little nervous. The last time you were here was in February and it was quite...peculiar. But it would be just a scale and things would occur right.
The flight for Paris were definetely the the fastest one as it lasted only an hour and fifteen minutes. You both had dinner in the plane while binge watching The Real Housewives of Bervely Hills, a little obssesed maybe? Harry had already warned Anne about both of you being late as you all scheduled to get there maybe 6 or 7 hours ago, but as the iconic Queen of Genovia said once ‘’A queen is never late, anybody else is just earlier’’. Oh, you both could’ve watched The Princess Diaries today, damn it.
— As we’re here, we have to admit it... It was quite an adventure, wasn’t it? Three cities in a day — Harry would say taking the ends of your hair between his fingers.
— It was, but I kinda wished we had a little bit more of time in London so we could go to the London Eye — You’d say causing Harry to happily agree with you as it was one of his favorite attractions to go in London.
— All I know is that when we get in there I’ll sleep for as long as I can.
— How can ye’ be sleepy? You slept all the flight from New York to London and I know it! — You’d ask really curiously about his answer because it actually made you surprised on how easily he could sleep. He could be sitting on the most uncomfortable chair in the world but if he closes his eyes, he’ll easily fall asleep.
— It’s my natural talent! Did you think that I could only sing? — He asked rhetorically with a very convincin' tone.
— I’m sorry then Mr.Sleepy! — You would say mocking him as you turned your phone on to answer your missed texts. Gemma has already sent you tons of texts about the house and how’s the climate in there. She told you that you both better be all wrapped up or instead she’ll push your face, oh the good old family love.
When the plane landed, you and Harry grabbed your suitcases as fast as you could so you could get a cab to the train station and finally arrive on the Alps. You loved Paris in the winter. You loved Paris by the night, and that hasn’t changed. There weren’t paparazzi which contributed to keep you calm but there were maybe some fans spotting you guys and asking for pictures. They’d ask if you both were going to celebrate Christmas in Paris and you’d tell them that it’s just a scale. You were calm but Harry wasn’t. Since the prank in Paris from February, Harry has been incredibly more protective than he already was, and getting back in Paris actually remembered him of that night and that he wouldn’t let it happen again.
But it all turned out good, the train ride actually felt so relaxing and that made you wonder why in the world none of you have ever traveled together by train. Neither of you slept, though, you both talked. Talked for hours nonstop. You talked about your jobs, your experiences, what you like and what you don’t. You talked about what you wished for 2021 and you even chuckled a bit when Harry said he was looking foward to put ring on your finger in 2021; bullshit, you'd think. But anyway, you'd talk on how in some way you both were grateful for having each other during the hard times we’re all living, getting to know each other better while there was nobody on the streets because actually, if the world was ending you both wouldn’t want to spend it anywhere else and with anyone else.
The train ride was so calm, so great, so both of you. You were not the kind of couple that needed all luxury, that needed to go out every weekend to have dinner on a fancy restaurant, that needed to buy each other expensive gifts and needed to share every detail of what you did. You were simple. You were comfortable discovering a new world and experiencing things together on your own way and your own time. Neither of you needed all of those stuff. You only needed each other. You needed to feel the warm of each others body, you needed to be graced by the sound of each others laugh and voice, you needed to see the smile on each others faces and to know that even when times get hard you’d always have each other. Your relationship wasn’t perfect, none are. But in the end of the day love always win and if you love each other and it’s meant to be the rest will be history.
As the sun was starting to rise, you leaned your back in Harry’s chest so you could both see the view from the big glass window. You had your hair loosened on his chest as he envolved you on his arms hugging you from behind supporting his chin by the top of your head. The light yellow sun made the snow even whiter and more resuscitating by touching it with its rays. The sky had this lilac and orange colors, and it seemed to have a breeze air, you couldn’t confirm it though as the train was warmed by a heater. You’d start murmuring to the song Turning Page by Sleeping at Last which caused Harry to smile tenderly. He knew you were doing it by a reflex and actually didn’t think he was going to listen to it, but he did. And he smiled because this had been you guys song for almost three years now.
—Your love’s my turning page, where only the sweetest words remain — Harry would start singing really close to your ears. Really close and really softly, causing you to smile now but never taking your eyes of the view of the window — Every kiss is a cursive line. Every touch is a redefining place — You’d close your eyes caressing his arm around you and then opening your eyes again, messing with his rings that covered the fingers on his strong hands.
— I surrender who I’ve been, for who you are — You’d complement the song lycris with your eyes closed, feeling nothing more than peace.
— For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart — Harry kept singing holding you tight, because he never would want to let you slip away of his embrace — If I had only felt how it feels to be yours, I would’ve known what I’ve been living for.
— What I’ve been living for! — You complemented. There’s no other place either of you would want to be now. Of course this wasn’t the trip that you both planned, but it was better. It was different, funny and relaxing, and that’s the one thing for you.
You both got out of that train feeling nothing more than peace, and that’s the spirit of the holidays, isn’t it? The cold sharp of air hitted your face immidietely and you both rushed to get a car that could take you to the holiday house. Gemma would probably kills both of you for not being properly wrapped up but she actually didn’t, thank god for her to be sleeping.
When you both arrived at the house you struggled a bit to unlock it with the keys but it worked and you came across a beautiful Christmas decoration with a huge christmas tree with a lot of lights and some other cute decorations too. It almost felt like North Pole but it would probably be ten times colder than it was here. You both left your bags on the living room floor and went to take a small tour on the house, when you arrived at the kitchen there were a plate full of brownies and a small note.
Harry & Y/N,
we couldn’t wait for you to arrive because we were so sleepy but we did those brownies for you guys. Eat it, you must be hungry! We love you and we're looking foward to see you in the morning
— love, Anne.
— Your mother is the best person on the entire universe! — You’d say showing the note to Harry and grabbing yourself a piece of brownie as he took the small paper on his hands to read it himself as you took a bite from one brownie— And those brownies are the best thing I’ve ever eaten.
TO BE CONTINUED.... Christmas special part 1
#harry and y/n#harry styles and y/n#HARRYxMODELY/N#HARRYxMODELY/NxCHRISTMAS#harry styles imagine#harry styles imagines#harry x reader#harry styles x you#harry styles x reader
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Guyyys !!! It's been soooo long that I didn't post svtfoe fanarts I'm so so so sorry :'(
Actually I have so much things to do since I entered in my new school (tons of drawings I have to do) and I don't have time to make some starco and svtfoe fanarts :(
Lyckily I have some free time this week and my homeworks for next week is actually make fanarts (best teacher ever !!)
Anyway, I'm still a complete fan of svtfoe and I never miss an episode, I'm still in love with starco and I still dream about those two(I know, wierd..) I'm so happy that season 4 is here and even if it's not really some "starco episodes" the show is still great !
Buut I decided to draw a little starco pic since I really miss it :)
Enjoy the show the way it goes guys ❤ love you all !!!
#svtfoe#starco#star bytterfly#marco diaz#fan art#season 4#I'm back#by nostranebula#starvstheforcesofevil starbutterfly
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Heyyy guyyys...
So it’s been approximately.. a long ass time since I posted on here. I’m sorry I left without warning, but I needed to put more of my time and energy on school work and work work. I reaaalllyyy want to get back to posting on here as well as Instagram, but I just need to figure out some more things. Also, sorry to all the people I let down that I was supposed to collab/draw for etc etc.. I just got really overwhelmed. If I forgot about anyone, pls msg me so I can right whatever wrongs. Thanks guys, I miss y’all and really wanna get back to drawing for you guys ❤️
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Hey guyyys, sorry I haven’t been posting much lately, the whole “purge” thing made me kinda nervous to be too active on here and by the time I thought it was safe it seems like Tumblr’s crashing and burning to the ground :/
Either way, this account will remain active for as long as it exists. Not sure where I’d even move it, I’ve been considering making a Twitter for my art at least if I do get deleted, but I dunno how big the Vulture Culture scene is there.
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Authors note: Guyyys, I’m starting a new fic even though I have so much writing works to work on asdfghjkl why am I like this. Anyways here’s the first chapter. It’s different than things I’ve written for tumbr because it has characters instead of an x reader pov, so enjoy :-)
Chapter 1: What Happens When Two Lonely Bodies Get Together?
Has it ever occurred to anyone that we judge people too much by a cover? Not that people walk around with literal covers on their bodies, but don't you think as a collective as humans we tend to judge too much on what people look like despite the type of people they are on the inside?
"Ugh!" I groan as I push away my laptop. "This will never do." I take a large swing of my cup of coffee as my friend Brittany laughs in front of me.
"Oh come on Hanna, it isn't that bad. You're hitting the topic on point. I'm sure it can blossom if you keep at it."
I rub my temples as I look back down at my screen. "Who knew majoring in writing would have so much writing?"
"It's kind of self-explanatory don't you think? Majoring in writing, of course, will have a bunch of writing. Have you even started the video part of this project that's due next week?"
"Fuck!" I yell, causing a few heads to look at me. "I really forgot about that, what the fuck does videography have to do with writing anyways? That dick of a Professor Smith. It's all bull shit I'll tell you that."
"Hanna," Brittany laughs again. "Have you even found what you want to do your video on?"
"Yeah, of course." I take another sip of my coffee. "I'm going to that gig that those scary looking boys have been handing out flyers to all around campus. Should be fun right?"
"Here you are writing a paper on judgment and yet you are judging these boys."
"I'm just speaking the truth. You know Lee Jooheon right? He handed me the flyer and I asked him if it was okay to record from side stage."
"Jooheon? The Lee Jooheon? Hanna, you know he has a reputation right? And it's not a good one."
"Who cares about that when he's that hot? Besides, it's not like anything is gonna happen. This is professional. He agreed to let me record the whole thing as long as I edit it and help him post it on his youtube channel."
"I don't know, I heard that bad things always happen at those gigs."
"What could possibly happen?"
Brittany shrugs. "I'm just saying, Hanna, that's what I hear around campus. Jooheon and his click have a very edgy rep."
"A guy has a couple of piercings and a few tattoos and he's a bad guy? It makes him look exciting. The others though in his group I'm not sure about."
"Have you been hanging out with Jooheon?" Brittany raises her eyebrow as she takes a sip of her coffee. "Because if you have I swe-"
"What? No no, I only ever talked to him when he handed me the flyer. I've been classmates with him for years but we’ve never really talked to each other. He's always with his friends and has a different girl on his hip every other week." I shake my head. "Anyways, I should get going the gig starts in an hour and I want to get there so I can find out where to stand and what not."
Brittany nods her head. "Yes of course."
We both get up and take our trash to the trash can before stepping outside. "How are you gonna get there?" Brittany questions.
"Probably just a taxi." I take out the flyer from my book bag and scan the address. "I have no idea where the hell this is even all about. All it really says is open mic night, come support talented local artist, and then the address on the bottom."
"Well, I'm assuming from the words open mic, and the fact that it is a gig it's for music."
"Brittany I know that I just meant like what's the point of it."
"Beats me." Brittany shrugs as she begins to walk in the other direction. "I guess you'll find out later. I'll see you next lecture!" She waves off.
I wave her off before turning around and walking down the street. I take out my phone and type the address that's on the flyer into my phones GPS. I squint my eyes as I realize that the place is only a 5-minute walk from my standing point. I keep walking straight down the road as my phone commands and make a quick left turn. Once I turn I see a street full of houses. I keep walking up the street until I stop at the 5th house up. Music is playing loudly in the back, I frown as I begin walking up the pathway that leads to the back gate. I push the wooden door and it opens slightly. I walk in further till I reach a huge backyard. Boys are laughing and setting up while drinking cheap beer. I look at my watch and notice it's only 7 P.M, the flyer states the show won't start until 8. I groan and scan my eyes looking for a familiar face.
Why am I looking anyways? There's literally no one I know, this isn't my crowd or scene. I'm just here to complete my project and leave. I sit down at a table set up and take out my camera from my book bag. I look around as it starts up to see girls and boys staring at me while whispering in each other's ears. I roll my eyes slightly as I see a pair of shoes standing in front of me. I look up and gulp slightly at the familiar but not acquainted face.
"Hello." The boy waves. My eyes stare at him harder.
"Shin Hoesok?"
"Please, call me Wonho." He sits down next to me. "I heard you're recording tonight's show for us. I just wanted to thank you."
I raise my eyebrow at him. "Um, you're welcome. I'm sorry I don't want to come off as rude but it's just a project for my creative writing class."
"Hey whatever baby, I don't judge what it's for. I'm just thanking you. We'll get the scene out there sooner or later. That's what's important yeah? We're helping you while you help us in return. We give you something to record and you give us something to upload." He fiddles with his lip piercing with his tongue. He smiles a little more before standing up. "Come on, I'll take you inside so we can show you how we want tonight to go. Jooheon is waiting for you."
I would usually get infuriated at the fact of some man I'm not too familiar with calling me baby. Hell, I'd probably hit him smack on the head with this patio chair I'm sitting on. But for some reason, I don't feel threatened by him right now. I know who he is, I know his reputation but to me, that's not who he's coming off as. "Just follow me."
I get up from my seat without saying a word. Wonho only smiles as he begins walking forward towards the house. He opens the sliding door and we both step inside. I look around and the house inside is really nice. "Who's house is this?"
Wonho looks back at me as he begins climbing a set of stairs. "Jooheon's parents. They're out of town for the weekend."
"That explains why you guys are having this whole thing?"
He shrugs as he opens a curtain that leads to a back den. "Probably."
We both walk into the room and there were the rest of Wonho's friends Shownu, Kihyun, Minhyuk, Changkyun, Hyungwon, and of course Jooheon.
"Hey Heather, glad you can make it." Jooheon smiles, this girl on his lap giggling endlessly.
I roll my eyes. "It's Hanna, actually."
"Heather, Hanna whatever all the same thing. Glad you can make it."
Wonho takes a seat next to him and suddenly everyone's eyes are on me. I let out a small breath avoiding to roll my eyes right in front of all them. "Why did you call me up here?"
He leans his head back and whispers something into the girl's ear, after a few nods the girl leaves the room, staring me down in the process. "I have a few other, well we all have a few other requests for you." He smiles while he pushes his curly hair out of his face.
I feel my heartbeat get faster, I've known of Jooheon for a long time. We've been classmates since middle school. We don't know each other personally but damn the boy this close and personal is making me feel something strange in my chest. I look up at him, Jooheon has his arms resting behind his head as he's nibbling on his bottom lip's piercing. I mentally slap myself after a few moments of staring at him."
"Are you gonna go on or are you gonna just stare at me?"
"Woah," Jooheon looks over at Wonho and points at me. "We got ourselves a feisty little kitten here." Wonho laughs and Jooheon clears his throat. "It isn't bad kitten don't get your little yarn in a bunch. Changkyun and Kihyun just wanted to know if it was okay if you can take photos as well."
"What the fuck do I look like a photographer?" I roll my eyes.
I look around and see Kihyun rolling his eyes. "Heather, it isn't a big deal, will you just do this for us? We'll pay you." Kihyun says in an angry voice.
"For fuck sakes, my name is not Heather! Fine, fine. Whatever. I'll take photos of you guys, you don't have to pay me I don't need your money."
I look at Jooheon again who only shows me a sly smile. "Great, I'll meet you outside then little kitten."
“You’re disgusting, aren’t you with that girl why are you even calling me that?”
He looks over at Minhyuk and laughs, “I don’t know. I don’t even know her name.”
He gets off the couch and walks over to me. He looks into my eyes and brushes a piece of my hair behind my ears. “You’re a special little kitten tonight, but don’t worry. It will just be for tonight.” He grazes his thumb against my chin.
I push his hand away from my face. “Get the fuck away from me. You’re a pig!”
I begin to rush out of the den and I hear laughter erupt from behind me. I feel the tears fight my eyes as I make my way downstairs. “Hanna wait!” I hear Wonho behind me.
“What do you want? Are you gonna mock me too?”
“Look I’m sorry that happened in there. I know Jooheon is a shit bag, but don’t let him ruin your grade. Please stay and record the gig?”
I avoid making eye contact with him, I sigh before I clear my throat. “Why do you want me here? I know no one does.”
Wonho shakes his head. “You have an important job here tonight, I won’t let Jooheon fuck that up, he’s fucked up too many things in our lives. So please stay?”
I stay silent for a moment. Why is Wonho being so nice to me? Is all that can run through my head. Why is the hottest senior being this nice to me? “Fine, I’ll stay. Not for Jooheon, for you.”
Wonho smiles the most beautiful of smiles I’ve ever seen in my life. “Good, I’ll go tell Jooheon and the others that he didn’t fuck this up. Just wait outside till we start. When we start I’ll go get you so you can know where to stand.”
“Okay, thank you Wonho. Thanks for me calming down. You’re not as bad as everyone says you are.”
He looks down before he makes his way upstairs again. “You wouldn’t believe how much I get that.”
“I believe you Wonho.”
He turns back around. “Jooheon is actually the same way you know, don’t let the leather pants fool you.”
“And if they do?”
Wonho smiles once again. “Then you’ll be in for a surprise.”
#Monsta X#shownu#wonho#minhyuk#kihyun#hyungwon#jooheon#changkyun#I.M#monsta x scenarios#monsta x reactions#monsta x fanfic#jookyun#showki#changki#hyungwonho#joohyuk#showhyun#wonhyuk#hyunghyuk#kiho#kpop#fan fiction#angst#fanfic#too many tags#till next time readers 👋🏽
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Tag list reblog. Please reblog original post
Only tagging mutuals because I wasn't sure at first if I should do my full tag list for birthday posts like this. Or maybe just tag mutuals in the future? Personally think it's fine as long as it's fairly generic but lemme know ig. (Tbh I'll probably just do it because like, I'll do what I want. And why would you not want to see Dean in his little bday hat look at him he's just a little guyyy)
NOTE that I'm doing this a day late so it's not Wash's bday anymore. Meant to do this last night but got busy. But like, time is a construct so go wish him a happy belated
Also sorry if you've seen/reblogged this already I didn't keep track and I'm clearly very tired as I type all of this..... it's 2am here so I'm scheduling this for the morning. Ignore my rambling.
@spooky-floral-cas @cas-natural @texandean @faithroad @emeraldcas @ciderdean @undeadcas @autumncastiel @only-cas @iheardyourscreams @ghostlysibling @harvestforcas @casismymrdarcy @beeradgirlfriend @lila-tom @jactingjoices @ghostmary
Happy birthday to Wash @slasherdean !
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#dear god I feel drunk writing this but Im not. thatd be more fun#im brain dead from making 45 very specific color scheme pages in 4 hours#tag list
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