#wooohoooo IT WAS SO HARD

[honeyblssom]

Kai: ok what now? *pulls out soccer ball*

[toastsnaffler]

weekend melancholy is starting to kick in >~<

[operator-pillz]

SOMEONE USED MY ART IN AN EDIT,,,GUYS,,,HOLY DANG

[watchmegetobsessed]

OLD GRUDGES (part 1)

A/N: wooohoooo im bringing something new!!! i feel like it happens so rarely it's like a miracle lol anyway, this will be hopefully a couple of parts (probably about 3) and lets all pray i will actually finish it lol

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: Harry and Y/N go way back. Working together was like a dream when 1D was still going strong. Now, years later, when they end up working together again, things are very different. Mostly because Y/N seems to be hating Harry passionately. But he has not idea why.

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

Everyone loves Harry Styles. It’s a known fact, not just amongst the people who actually know him, but all around the world. He is known as one of the most unproblematic celebrities, someone who gives just as much if not even more respect as he gets, always kind and patient with others, rarely loses his temper. It’s hard to imagine that there is anyone walking this planet who doesn’t see him as a lovable, sweet man.

Well, it might be hard to imagine, but there is actually one person who has a very different opinion when it comes to the british popstar. 

And that person is music producer, Y/N. 

The interesting thing is that their history goes way back into his 1D days. Y/N was an up and coming name in the industry, just started working with bigger names when she got the chance to produce several songs on the band’s third studio album. Harry remembers her as a bubbly, funny girl who is passionate about her job and is also excellent in it. Working with her was easy and motivating, she was always eager to perfect songs to an extent Harry couldn’t even imagine and that’s why songs like Story Of My Life, You & I and Midnight Memories were such hits. Y/N put her heart and soul into them, which eventually earned all the recognition they deserved. 

Harry loved working with Y/N and she was in talks of working on their fourth album as well, but the deal ended up ditched and she went on to do other projects and they somehow had a fallout. It was a shame, but he hoped his path would cross hers again. 

Years and years went by and so much changed by the time their professional ways finally met again. Jeff brought her name up when Harry just started writing for his fourth solo album and Harry gave him the go to do whatever it takes to get her on the project. A few weeks passed and Harry didn’t get any confirmation about her and just when he was about to bring it up to Jeff, he hit him with the news.

“Y/N is in for five songs. Contract should be signed by Wednesday and you can start working next week.”

Harry wondered why it took so long to get her on board, but he brushed it off because he knew she was a big name now herself and had plenty of offers from which she could choose from. He was excited to work with her and simply see her again.

It was utter shock for him when she was the complete opposite of what he remembered. Okay, that might be an overstatement, but Harry could feel something was off instantly.

She was still bubbly and fun, but for some reason, she had a certain iciness and bitter attitude whenever her focus was on Harry. To anyone else it was unnoticable, Harry knows, because he asked Jeff about it.

“What are you talking about? She is awesome,” the manager said with a shrug and Harry tried to tell himself it was all in his head, because if Jeff doesn’t see it, it’s not real.

But it kept happening and it felt even stronger when it was just him and her in a room. Sometimes she even pretended like he wasn’t there, sometimes her snarky comments were all he got and they just strengthened him in his belief. 

He wanted to ask her about it, he tried, several times, but his attempts just bounced right off her icy behavior so eventually, he gave up and there was only one thing left for him to do.

Return what he was getting. 

Yes, it is childish, but he felt like he needed to deal with her unreasonable hatred towards him somehow and this was the easiest way. Was it a smart idea to practically become enemies when working together on his album? Of course not. But it just happened.

And going against each other became their thing. 

They were great in arguing, disagreeing even when they could easily compromise, riling each other up and lashing out on each other when the tension had been building up for hours. It got to the point where others started to notice that something was off between the two of them and when Jeff questioned Harry about it, he couldn’t give him a reasonable explanation.

“She started it,” he said and instantly felt like a kid, telling on his classmate at school. But this is all he could say, because he had no idea why she was acting this way. And he has to live with it while they work together.

Something is off. Harry knows it. Something about the melody… or the guitar… or is it the lyrics? He can’t tell, he has listened to the recording a million times so it all melts in his ears and he can’t identify what’s setting him off every time he hears it. 

“Why don’t we take a break?” Jack, the technician suggests, turning in his chair. “Y/N will be here in twenty, I’m sure she’ll–”

“Okay,” Harry snaps, just so he doesn’t finish. He knows what he wanted to say. 

She’ll know what’s wrong and will correct it in a second.

Y/N always knows what’s wrong and most of the time it’s a perk, of course it is, but today, Harry feels like it’s gonna make him want to crawl out of his body. Maybe it’s because he’s been in the studio for five hours and he got nowhere or maybe because Mitch will have his first ever solo gig tonight and Harry has been worried his fame or relation to him might ruin this experience for him. 

Either way, today he is just extra pissed by the fact that Y/N will be the one to solve this mystery. 

“I’m gonna grab a coffee,” he clears his throat, standing up from his seat. “Do you want one?” he offers, feeling a bit guilty he snapped at Jack.

“Uh, yeah, just an espresso is fine, thanks man.”

“Sure, I’ll be right back.”

Putting on his headphone, Harry jogs across the street to the tiny coffee shop he’s been a regular at. He likes the place because they are discreet and their coffee is just simply amazing, though they swear there’s nothing extra in it. 

He waits for the two coffees at the end of the counter and scrolls on his phone in the meantime. Emails, messages, there’s always something to answer to. He sends out a few replies before he ends up in his calendar. It’s neatly color coded and he takes pride in keeping it up-to-date all the time so he can always be on top of his game, no matter what. 

His eyes land on one particular date. Five weeks from now Y/N’s contract expires and if the five songs are done by then, she’ll be out of Harry’s life again. Seeing how the work is going, she’ll easily outdo that number so there won’t be any reason for talk about an extension. 

An unsettling feeling spreads in his stomach as he stares at the date but he doesn’t have time to figure it out because  he is snapped out of his thoughts when the two paper cups are placed in front of him. He is trying his best to keep a positive mindset as he returns to the studio’s building. With the two coffee cups in his hands he makes a right turn and then stops at the door, seeing Y/N sitting where he did previously, already listening to the recording with Jack with a critical expression on her face. 

Harry doesn’t interrupt them, just stays put and waits for her feedback. When she is done listening, she leans back in her seat.

“It’s the bass. Or more specifically the lack of it. Can you double it? Let’s see how it changes.”

Jack is quick to do as she asked and then he starts the song again and…

Harry wants to scream and laugh in bliss at the same time, because it’s perfect now. He’s mad he couldn’t spot such an obvious thing, but he is also happy it’s finally sorted out. It’s just a shame Y/N was the one to do it and not him. 

“Great, so this is done then,” he makes himself noticed as he walks into the studio and hands over one of the cups to Jack. 

When he looks at Y/N he can see that familiar, irritated look on her face that’s almost always there when he’s around. He hasn’t decided if he wants to physically wipe it off, or…

“Thanks for bringing one for me,” she comments in a bored tone, turning back towards the screen.

“You weren’t here when I went out.”

“But you knew I was coming.”

Harry opens his mouth, but then closes it, because this time she is kind of right. And it irks him even more today.

It’s gonna be a challenging session today, Harry thinks as he takes a seat.

It’s always exciting for Harry to be behind the stage when he’s not the star of the show. Kind of like a whole different world.

He hasn’t been here for long, but he’s been trying his best to stay as unnoticed as possible and let Mitch take the spotlight. Just a few minutes ago Sarah put him on Scout-duty which he gladly took up on, he’s always happy to spend time with the little guy. This time he is letting him explore freely and he’s just following him around to make sure he’s safe. Scout seemingly enjoys the adventure with uncle Harry, who doesn’t really pay attention where he is heading. 

That’s how they end up in the green room where Y/N is.

Y/N and Sarah have worked together a while ago, which is a random coincidence how they are connected outside of Harry. Because of their history, Y/N is often where they are, however she was never around when Sarah and Mitch were playing for Harry. 

Scout runs up to Y/N, arms in the air, asking to be picked up and Harry stops a few steps away from them when he realizes who he just found.

“Hey there, little guy! Are you all by yourself?” Y/N asks, settling the boy on her hip.

She’s changed since they parted ways in the studio. Harry has always admired her sense of style, which mostly consists of basic pieces, almost like a capsule wardrobe, but there’s always something extra, something vibrant on her that makes her sets interesting. Tonight she is wearing a simple black dress with a rather low back cut, simple heels, simple makeup, but she added a silky scarf with vivid colors and shapes around her neck that brings Harry’s attention to the curve of her neck and collarbones, almost as a cheeky invitation for his eyes to her naked skin. 

He has to fight the urge to touch her.

Despite the spiteful relationship they’ve been sporting lately, Harry had to deal with a rather unreasonable desire for Y/N in a physical way.

Unreasonable, because he never thought he could be attracted to someone who pisses him off so easily, yet there’s been plenty of occasions when Harry found himself imagining scenarios he could never admit to her, not when she hates him with such obvious passion.

Tonight it’s not just the outfit, but also the way she’s handling Scout. It’s not just women who find it incredibly hot when the opposite sex is great with kids, Harry can definitely feel something inside him moving as he watches Y/N sway from side to side with the little boy in his arms.

“Uncle Hazza is here!” Scout points at him, answering her previous question. Y/N looks up and because Harry was already looking at him, he catches a slipping moment where there’s no irritation on her face, but it returns quite fast when her gaze settles on him. 

“Ah, hi,” she says, lips pressed together as she nods, acknowledging his presence. 

“Hey. Long time no see.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth he regrets it. Who says that? Why did he even say anything else other than hi? He smacks himself in his mind. 

Part of him expects her to say something like ‘not long enough’ but she just keeps quiet and turns all her attention to Scout. Harry feels out of place, he is supposed to be babysitting, but Y/N is taking care of Scout, Harry knows he is in good hands but Sarah asked him to watch over him. Should he leave? Or just keep standing there awkwardly?

“You can go, I’ll watch him,” Y/N says, as if she could read his mind. 

“You sure?”

“I’m pretty sure I can take care of him until Sarah is back.” Her reply is not just dry, kind of offended, nothing Harry wouldn’t expect from her, but it’s still irking him.

“I didn’t say you’re not capable, I just–”

“I’m not in the mood for this,” she cuts him off with an icy look. Harry is too stunned to reply, just watches Y/N walk away with Scout. 

He almost finds it amusing how easily she can piss him off, not many people have been able to do that, in fact, Harry thinks she does it the best. 

Clenching his jaw he takes a deep breath to calm his nerves and then just lets it all go. 

The after party is always kind of Harry’s favorite. The stress is over, it’s just the relief and celebration that is left.

Mitch’s show went well, that’s what Harry expected, but it’s still great he was right. Seeing his friend be the star of the show was an experience he is glad he could be part of. Now that the core of the group has moved to a nearby bar, Harry has loosened up thanks to the couple of drinks he’s had. 

He’s been mostly sticking to the familiar faces he knows, rotating between the same few people  while enjoying how under the radar he is currently. 

The more drinks he has had, the less he’s been able to control where his gaze goes. To be exact, he’s been finding himself looking Y/N’s way the past hour or so. That damn dress and scarf, it’s like she’s put a spell on him that forces him to keep wanting to look at her. 

Harry is not experienced with feeling like this. Being attracted to someone who he hates, it’s such an ambivalent impulse, he can’t think straight. Or maybe it’s the amount of tequila he has drunk tonight, either way, it’s getting a rise out of him. 

From the corner of his eye he sees her slip out to the back where the smoking area is, he hesitates, shifts his weight from one leg to the other before making the leap and heading after her. He has no plan, no idea what he wants to ro will say to her, but he just feels like he has to talk to her.

Stepping out to the dimly lit back alley he is met with a few people scattered around, having a cigarette with drinks in hand, talking or scrolling on their phone and then he spots Y/N on the left, standing by the wall, cigarette in one hand, the remaining of her drink in the other as she stares ahead of her. 

She doesn’t smoke regularly, but she does enjoy one in certain social settings or when she’s had a few drinks. Harry knows it from years ago, because they shared a cigarette at a party, back then she seemed thrilled to spend time with him, he remembers all the conversations they had while working together, telling each other stories, sharing their plans, Harry truly thought they would remain good friends on this extraordinary journey, yet they ended up here.

As Harry walks towards her, she notices him and he sees her lips twitch in annoyance. 

“Care if I join?” he asks and she just shrugs without a word, avoiding to look at him. 

They stand there in silence for a while, she is lazily puffing the smoke out from time to time.

“Is it still just an occasional thing?” he tries to strike up a conversation.

“Mhm,” is all he gets as a reply.

“Have you tried to put it down fully?”

“Why are you doing this?” she snaps at him, finally looking his way. 

“What?”

“Why are you trying to chit-chat when we both know we don’t do that?”

“And why don’t we?” He challenges her. “Tell me why we are like this in the first place, because I have no idea.”

She stares at him for long moments and he awaits her answer like nothing before, but then she shakes her head and turns to the pin beside her, puts the cigarette out and flicks it into the bin. Then, without another word she is already heading back inside.

It takes a moment for Harry to start moving again, but he is quick to catch up with her in the hall that leads to the restrooms. 

“Y/N, give me a fucking answer!” he demands, grabbing her wrist to pull her back before she could escape, but she shakes his hand off as she comes to a stop, turning towards him.

“I owe you nothing!” she hisses at him. “I owe you no one, but especially you!”

“What the fuck does that suppose to mean?! I never thought you owe me anything!”

“I’m not doing this, Harry, leave me the fuck alone,” she growls and tries to leave, but Harry pulls her back again, determined to get an answer this time. 

“Don’t think I will just swallow everything down forever. I will get to the bottom of this, whether you like it or not. It’s your choice if you make it hard on both of us.”

She is looking back at him with wide eyes, this time his hand remains on her arm as they stare each other down in the empty hallway. Neither of them knows what will be their next move, the tension is so thick, it’s almost suffocating.

But then it all changes.

If someone asked who moved first, they wouldn’t know. One moment they are standing like stone statues, barely even breathing, then the next moment they are kissing like there’s no tomorrow.

It doesn’t take long until Harry has her pressed up against the wall, his hands roaming her body, feeling her up the way he fantasized about before, they are both rough and impatient, she is clawing at him, moaning into his mouth when his hips press against hers and she feels how hard he’s gotten already. 

Blindly, Harry pushes the closest door open which happens to be the staff’s bathroom that someone left unlocked, lucky for them. Still glued together they stumble inside, Y/N kicks the door open before Harry pushes her against it and he locks it before his hand returns to her tempting body. 

He has never acted like this when it comes to sex. He does like to spice things up sometimes, but the way he’s biting her lips or unbuttoning his pants or reaches under her dress to pull her underwear down is just so out of character for him, yet so freeing. 

Nothing is said, but when her hands pull his hard, leaking dick out of his pants, there’s a fleeting look they exchange that says it all, just how much they both want it. 

It’s the fastest pace he’s ever experienced, yet the most passionate too. They moan at the same time when Harry pushes into her and starts moving in a rush, desperate for relief. She’s panting and whining for more, the only form of speaking she is able to as she holds onto Harry who is focused on keeping up his quick and steady pace while holding her left leg up to ensure the perfect angle. 

The animalistic need is there for them both, making them act like this is what they must do to stay alive. It’s messy, fast and mind-blowing and they don’t need much time to reach the peak. As she comes her nails dig into her shoulder and she bites into his bottom lip so harshly it draws blood, but he doesn’t care, only follows her into bliss just a second later. With the last bit of his consciousness Harry pulls out right before he comes, covering her thigh with the white, sticky evidence of just how much he enjoyed the past minutes. 

They are breathing heavily and Harry feels like a thick haze is still lingering around his head, stopping him from realizing what just happened. Y/N however is ahead of him and when reality comes crashing down on her, her instinct to flee kicks right in. Harry is still trying to clear his mind when she grabs a paper towel and cleans herself up as fast as possible and Harry only snaps out of his trance when she is already unlocking the door.

“Y/N, what the— wait!” He can’t go after her as she slips out of the room because he is still pretty indecent, so he has to pull his pants up and can only rush out then, but by that time she is already gone.

He’s quite frantic as he tries to find her in the bar, but she is nowhere to be seen. Harry returns to the rest of their group, hoping to catch her somewhere but she has vanished into thin air. 

“Hey, have you seen Y/N?” he asks Mitch, his eyes still roaming the place.

“Nah, haven’t seen her since she went out to smoke.”

Harry groans and makes his way outside, maybe she’s there waiting for a car, but as he steps out to the street he sees no trace of her. Fishing his phone out of his pocket he doesn’t hesitate before dialing her number. The line rings once, twice and then… it goes to voicemail.

“Hey, this is Y/N. Do whatever you want after the beep.”

“Fuck!” Harry ends the call and he has to stop himself from throwing it against the nearest wall. 

This is not how he planned. Well, he didn’t plan any of it, especially not fucking Y/N like a horny teenager. He wanted to solve this whole issue between the two of them but instead he just created another one.

A stupid, giant one. 

NEXT PART

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[uc1wa]

making out with jason in the backseat of his car mhmmmmmm

tags: fem reader, slight dumbification

it was exhausting, the bickering that hadn’t seemed to stop after leaving the gala you and jason had attended. you weren’t sure where it started, but it was painfully obvious that jason’s vigilante work was stressing him out, on top of bruce forcing him to go to gala’s every weekend.

gala season was exhausting in itself, but when working a job during the day, attending galas every weekend, and being a vigilante at night, jason was frustrated.

fifteen minutes from the gala and twenty minutes from yours and jason’s home, he had pulled his car into a commuter parking lot that was empty. flickering yellow lights partially illuminating the space, but the dark tinted windows didn’t allow much of it to make its way inside of the vehicle.

you’re turned in your seat, arched eyebrow while jason’s hands are holding the steering wheel with a grip that had the potential to snap it in half.

jason wasn’t saying anything as he took his hands off the steer, opening his car door and closing it with a harsh sound, making his way to the back end doors and taking a seat in his backseat, eyes looking at you knowingly.

"please don’t make me wait," his words come out like a warning, like if he has to ask again, he’s not going to touch your body for the next week.

your eyes watch his figure, the way he’s sat in the middle of the three seats that line the section of the car. his legs that are spread in a way that’s inviting you to take your seat where you belong. one arm is crossed over his chest while the other is resting on it, hand holding up his tilted head that has a bored expression on it, lips in a straight line and eyebrows holding no emotion.

you know better, so you do as he says, slipping into the back seat and sitting on his lap comfortably, the top of your head touching the car roof, but the slight discomfort is wavering as you're stared at with dark eyes.

"you know i’m tired baby. don’t you?" he asks, crossing his hands over his chest, careful to not touch the hips that he would usually claim as his. your head nods, eyes widened at the fact that your boyfriend isn’t all over you yet.

his eyebrow arches half a centimeter, moving back down to where it was not a second later. "then why do you keep testing me? can’t ever listen to me when i say be quiet, can you? just wanna keep running your mouth, and at a gala too? no fucking manners."

he's right, you know you need to stop blabbering on when jason tells you to be quiet. you know how to act at galas. hell, you've been to hundreds, it felt like. but... can you blame yourself for wanting attention? after all, you're getting it just like you'd planned.

you're quiet, looking at every line on your boyfriend's face, like studying the face you've grown to love will give you an answer on what to say next. but, jason knows what you're about to say; he knows the way you're about to apologize one-too-many times, all pathetic.

so, uncrossing his arms from his chest, a hand grabs your chin and pulls you forward, smooshing your lips together with his in nothing but harsh intent. a kiss that's short of sensual and filled with teeth and uncomfort—until it isn't. until jason's tongue is licking the inner of your cheeks and the roof of your mouth. until your lipgloss is smeared over his lips and it's hard to catch your breath and you can't help but to grind yourself down on his growing erection. as always, you'll get the attention you deserve, that jason swears he'll never give you, 'till he does.

note: am wishing everyone a good and great finals season. scheduling this 4 saturday so my blog isn’t dry asf hahaha. wooohoooo two more weeks!

[seaofreverie]

Sparkstember Day 6: Big Beat (Big Boy)

Wooohoooo, Big Beat! Our favourite little "questionable lyrics" album. Anyway, this one's lots of fun. Full of unrefutable bangers and hard rocking that's not like anything else that Sparks have done for the most part (and it's still very Sparks despite that). But yeah, this is a very strange era for them that I find pretty charming actually, and I think that for the full Big Beat experience one must watch the Capitol Theatre concert from this era (funnily, my favourite bit of it isn't even a song from this album... it's Equator, and, well, this is the exact type of theatricality that I'm a really big fan of, haha)

While I undoubtedly DO like this album, there must also be a reason I don't revisit it all that often. And I think, well, is it just just me or are lots of songs here just kind of... way too simple? Musically speaking (too), and while I'm pretty easy to please when it comes to this type of music that's much more on the rock than pop side of things, and my first impression here was very positive, well, afterwards... I either forgot about it altogether or often had a feeling of "can we move on now" when songs from this album came on shuffle and such. Even listening to this album today I had lots of those moments, like it's not that I don't like these songs... I guess they're just less engaging than I'm used to from Sparks (cause I don't want to call them boring, I think it's a bit of a different thing...).

Also interesting, because despite all this, the 21×21 Big Beat concert is actually a pretty big fav of mine. So I guess my thesis for today is that it's the type of album that works better live maybe!

Favourite songs (and other highlights):

Big Boy: just a good opener and fun song all around, and here's a fun fact about it: about a half of this song's length is just its title being said. Which means that the song Big Boy consists of 50% pure Big Boy

I Want To Be Like Everybody Else: sadly, a bit of a victim of Spotify Shuffle really wanting me to listen to it over and over and it getting a bit old fast

I Bought The Mississippi River: my fav here by far and also the most interesting and memorable, I really like the call & response part, and the guitar solos, the whole atmosphere is great, reminds me a little bit of High C even now that I think about it... Not sure though, I JUST thought about this

Confusion: one of the only songs here that I could see as part of some other album from around this time without it sticking out too much. Makes sense if we keep its origins in mind...

Screwed Up: it's fun to imagine sometimes that the 60s just happened

I Like Girls: COME ON, GIIIIIIRLS!!!

Tearing The Place Apart + Looks Aren't Everything: I love all the bonus tracks here but these two especially are a nice (and unexpected) return to the Indiscreet style which I really love

[bugjomes]

cute dress u got ur bobbers oht wooohoooo

THANKS it's actually just a really small top with a skirt, but I wanted to show off the way the outfit displays the bobbers so bc of that good boob angle it's hard to tell

[thelonesomequeen]

I know we’re in the mist of Chris stuff, but I don’t have many close friends/family to share with so I wanted to tell you mods that I got into my dream graduate school!! It’s the best news to receive on a Monday for me 😭❤️

THIS IS AMAZING!!! CONGRATS TO YOU, ANON! Wooohoooo!! Keep working hard, you’re going to do amazing things! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[nikethestatue]

How do you stay happy in this fandom? With no news and constant arguments it’s getting very hard. Boring, repetitive and upsetting

Having no expectations and immersing myself in other books really helps.

Last yea, we wee all hopeful, thinking we are going to get an announcement of something -- it never happened. So I think managing my own expectations has been helpful.

Now, when it happens, it happens. I don't hold my breath and I just enjoy hanging out with my mutuals in this space.

Also, there are plenty of books out there to read and enjoy! Since SJM isn't giving me anything other than new covers-wooohoooo-I can discover writers and books and have fun with them.

[bigdidk]

【Is There Someone Else? by The Weeknd】I feel like I just went on space travel | Dylan is an Introvert

🙌🏼Hi y'all

I officially finished my 4-year university school life. Yet, I still got my exams, hehe.

But it's torturing to put a bunch of the stuff into this dumb-ass brain cell all at once. So I decided to listen to some music, HEHE.

Then, I spent almost 4 hours listening to music, but tmr is my first exam WOOOHOOOO.

🙂The Weeknd - Is There Someone Else?

🪐What is this song about?

After many cheating experiences, he sees a new girl and wonders if she is involved with others. THE INSECURITY, BRO! 

The Intro is very addicting. I recommend you put this in repeat because the outro is connected to the inro . So it feels like a loop which is why I didn't study.

🩸My favorite lines

I don't deservе someone loyal to me Don't you think I see?

This line slaps so hard.

is there someone else or not? 'Cause I wanna keep you close I don't wanna lose my spot

I don't know how to explain, but this line immensely hurts.

❤️‍🩹Thank you SO MUCH for reading this

Is anyone also studying for the exam period? If yes, good luck with your exam. If not, then let's go to the Weeknd therapy! HEHE 

[randomoranges]

friendlies. ive had this scene in my head for FOUR YEARS. ive played and replayed it in the blorbo cinematic universe SO MANY TIMES. and then i came to write it and it turned into something SO DIFFERENT lol. but the essence is ALL THERE. this is a BIG REVEAL part. if anyone has any guesses as to whats going on NOW IS YOUR TIME to tell me because ANSWERS ARE COMING NEXT PART WOOOHOOOO!!!

ive waited so long for this. so very long

amnesia au part 193

Étienne thought for sure that after Edward dropped him off that he would hear less of him. Now that he knew the finer details of the accident, Étienne didn’t see why his friend would need him as much. However, much to his surprise, it seemed as though Edward was reaching out to him more often than not and he was not about to complain about it, no matter how much his sister and Emma told him that it was too much.

 Sometimes, it was a simple text asking about some minor detail about their vast past. Other times, Edward would send him a picture of something that had made him think of him. And, at least, once a week, Étienne found himself having dinner with his friend.

 Étienne never questioned where Christopher was, or whether or not he minded that Edward was spending so much time with him. He knew he was living in denial, but then again, Christopher worked at the hospital. For all he knew, he had a busy schedule and Edward felt a little lonely. Étienne was more than happy to keep him company.

 And so, February turned into March, spring finally showed up, until it was the month of April and Étienne could navigate the streets of the city with more ease.

 On such a spring evening, Étienne found himself at Edward’s, helping him clear the last of the dinner dishes. Edward had asked him over to look at some photo albums (he had questions and Étienne was more than happy to oblige). Once everything had been put away, they made their way to the living room, where a stack of albums waited for them.

 “Are you sure you feel up to this?” Edward asked him for the fourth time.

 Étienne dismissed him with an easy wave of his hand as he sunk himself down on the sofa, “Don’t worry about it. The fact that you told me in advance helps and I promise, if it gets too much I’ll tell you.”

 It must have been the right answer, for Edward pulled over the first album and flipped to a page he had marked with a post-it.

 It still felt strange, looking at these photos. He’d done it before, obviously, but it had been different then. Before, it had been a fun activity he liked to do to reminisce about the past and remember fond events. Now, he tried to quell the ache in his heart as he looked at the happy smiles of him and Edward from a past that may as well have belonged to someone else.

 Still, he soldiered on and answered all of Edward’s questions. If anything, Edward seemed genuinely pleased to get the information and in a rather good mood. It was a minor victory Étienne cherished and he would put it above his own discomfort and malaise.

 With the shared album placed between them, it was only a matter of time before they found each other sitting close to one another. It happened organically, really, and Étienne only noticed later on, for it had once been something so very common for them, that when Edward placed his arm around his shoulders, he barely even noticed.

 The evening went by in such a way, a blur of anecdotes and funny stories, and even though Edward was only his friend, it still felt better than he had expected to relive the moments with him.

 They had long finished perusing the albums and were simply enjoying the evening, lost in their conversation. Edward had started playing with Étienne’s hair, and Étienne indulged in this as well, going as far as to lean his head on his friend’s shoulder. It had been so very long and his body ached and craved for the familiarity of it all…

 The proximity, the good evening, the playing with the hair… if he closed his eyes and tried hard enough, it almost seemed like things had gone back to how they were before. However, he also knew that he had to return home and that this short fairy-tale would have to end soon. It was getting late, after all, and he didn’t want to leave Mercury all alone.

 Étienne pulled away from Edward’s warmth and mourned the moment they had been sharing. He made to say some platitude as to why it was he had to go, but just then, Edward brushed back a curl from his face and let his hand rest on his cheek.

 His heart must have skipped at least three beats and he knew better than to continuously indulge, but it had been such a very long time ago since Edward had caressed his cheek. He leaned closer into the contact, revelling in the press of Edward’s warm palm against his cheek; a forbidden indulgence he hadn’t had the pleasure of having in far too long. Just a moment longer wouldn’t hurt, he figured, and then he could leave and think on this fondly as well.

 He must have closed his eyes during this tiny moment of bliss, for when he next opened them, it seemed as though Edward was sitting infinitely closer to him. Étienne searched his face, (and marvelled at the changes it had gone through over these many years), for signs as to what was going on, but Edward only smiled at him, as his thumb kept stroking his cheek in time with his breathing.

 It was an intoxicating feeling to be gazed upon by Edward once more. He had nearly forgotten how his heart rate quickened and the trepidation that bubbled inside of him. Or even, the electric tingling sensation beneath his skin that craved for more, more, more. Then, there was the intensity of those hazel eyes he had fallen madly in love with what felt like a lifetime ago and for which he could never get enough of. Even now. Even after so long. If only he could – if only he could have one more chance, one more taste…

 Suspended in this intimate bubble, it was hard to say who closed the distance first. However, Étienne was able to say that for the first time in three years, after thinking for sure that it would never happen again, Edward had tentatively kissed him.

 It reminded him of before – of when they started dating. Hesitant, yet sweet. Careful and slow. Delicious and electrifying, full of promises and possibilities. Leaving him wanting and aching for more of those sinfully sensuous lips on his own. Again – just once more to keep him going a little longer.

 He had to be dreaming and if that was the case, then, he could pull Edward closer. He must have drifted on Edward’s shoulder and he was rewarded – or teased – with this blissful dream. Therefore, he could touch Edward’s face in turn to feel the five o’clock shadow that had yet to be shaven off. He could chase another kiss from Edward’s lips, and so he did. He didn’t need to worry. He didn’t need to feel guilty. In his dreams, everything was allowed and he had gone without for so long that now was not the time to hold back. The dream, for all he knew, might end soon, and who knew when he would get this chance again?

 Étienne who liked to keep his eyes open, on occasion, when he kissed his lover, kept them closed this time around, to make this dream last a while longer. He pressed himself closer to Edward, when he pulled him in, and what he couldn’t see with his eyes, he let his hands and fingers trace over.

 (He dared not break away, afraid that this was too good to be true, and every time it seemed as though Edward was to slow down, Étienne leaned in for more, relieved when Edward met him halfway, eager lips finding his once more.)

 It was difficult to say for just how long he remained in his bubble of suspended disbelief, but he careened to an abrupt halt, when he realised with shock that if Christopher were to walk in, he would find them in a very compromising situation.

 As if a bucket of ice-cold water had been suddenly poured over him, Étienne pushed Edward back and tried to sit away from him. He couldn’t believe what he’d just done. Such an idiotic and stupid move. His heart raced a mile a minute. Edward was in a relationship. Edward was no longer his to kiss and hold. Edward had moved on and he needed to do the same. He couldn’t be weak and succumb to whatever bout of fancy struck his friend, or whatever mood seemed to have installed itself in the room. No matter how tempting. No matter how long. He had to be better than this and he really needed to stop tempting the devil, clearly.

 “I’m sorry. I have to go.” He mumbled as he tried to get his emotions in check. He made an attempt to get up, ignoring Edward’s puzzled expression. He knew he’d get hurt in the end. He knew it was too good to be true. He’d been playing with fire and now he was burned.

 Étienne made it as far as the entrance, trying to put his shoes back on, when Edward caught up with him.

 “Hang on, wait – hear me out first.”

 Étienne shook his head and did his best not to look at him. Not to see the hurt expression on Edward’s face. Or the pain of rejection that would be there. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t be Edward’s dirty little secret or little experiment. His fragile heart could no longer survive such an ordeal.

 “I’m sorry – I really am.” He reached for the door, ready to step out and never return again; ignoring Edward’s call.

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[captainstargirl]

Treat other people the way you want to be treated.

wooohoooo! Recently I have tried to apply these to my workplace. Well, I have already used this in many areas of my life, but when talking about the "work environment" it will always have too much gravel barrier to walk through.

Another place, another story. One time at another place, intimidation was the black gravel. The other chance, the name was fear. And this time, the gravel will be careless with colorful patterns.

It is hard, I admit it. Many times I failed to be the sane-person in the group. You know, the situation where it's easier to be angry and blame others but you could choose to be the opposites because you keep your "sane" all the time and you just focus on what really matters. I can say this because when get angry and upset, it feels like your eyes are blindfolded and the only matter is your feelings, where actually could be other things.

It is a big challenge, don't you think so?

Because it will be an everyday decision I want and have to make: to be kind and treat others as I want to be treated - even though I got the worst treatment (LOL, true). My attitude should not be determined by circumstances.

If I fail, again.... 🤣

Well, just close the book and write again another 'effort' episode in life. Never-ending learning, isn't it? 🤫

[realboutfatalfury]

watched the new sf trailer that came out earlier 👍 glad they are finally fighting in the streets

[sevi007]

OOOOOF my gosh guys, I’m done with the smut, I think.

Write the obligatory fluff at the end and read over it again to search for mistakes (and get the too-cheesy parts out) and probably have a friend read over it (because smut is new) and I can upload it.

It’s 7.2k words now.

Help. XD

[roronoa-roro]

MSBY 4 AS TUMBLR USERS

HINATA SHOYO

The sweetest Tumblr user you will ever come across out there

He leaves cute and supportive messages in the comment section of posts directed to either the original poster, or the post itself

Has like a bajillion of Tumblr friends

Is very popular. He's that one user you see everyone grovelling for attention

Not many posts. He mainly reblogs and stuff.

But when he does post anything— it's some rant about his practice drills or something remotely related to volleyball

Drops into all of his bazillion friends' inboxes to send 'good morning!' and 'how are you today!' messages

Reads a lot of fanfiction— mostly of kagehina— but would be sneaky as fuck with leaving his traces. He's a social figure, you know, he needs to hold up his image–

Is very very very kind and energetic with his words

Sigh, you need more users like him on this platform

Current obsession— find out Kageyama's URL because he knows Kageyama is lurking somewhere on Tumblr. He saw the app on Kageyama's phone himself. And he's sure he wasn't mistaken

BOKUTO KOTARO

Massive reblogs

Reblogs everything that pops up on his dash; and Tumblr's algorithm has a funny way of diverting all of his dash's content to NSFW fanarts even after Meian resets his account for him time and again

Gushing over the comments section✅

Gushing over the tags✅✅✅✅✅

His posts are usually hard to read— mainly because he loves to type in all caps— gives him the feeling, he says. And all he types are words like 'AAAAARGHH', 'WOOOHOOOO', 'YEAAHHHHH!!', 'NICEEEE!', 'HOW DID YOU DO THAT??!???!!??!!?'

But once in a while, he will reblog something and put such deep life advice in his reblog- it will have you questioning your knowledge about him

Safe to say, you don't need to try getting along with him, he's that one person everyone eventually falls in love with

He belongs to the crackhead culture whole and soul. There's no other explanation as to why he has met so many soulmates on this platform. He fits in like a puzzle piece into the Tumblr family

Current obsession— getting Kuroo to join Tumblr because he knows him + Kuroo will be that chaos that would lead the behind-the-scenes Tumblr team to stay up many nights

MIYA ATSUMU

Sports junky

Dash filled with memes and cursed shitposts

Won't reblog or like as much as the other two

bUT MAN HAS A LOT OF OPINIONS TO STATE. AND HE HAS A LOT TO PROVE TOO

If you are anti volleyball, or anti-sports in general– be prepared for a battle. Because my man has a list of stuff he would like to discuss with you

Full-blown fights and riots on Tumblr

You either hate him or love him. There's no fucking in between with him

Treats Tumblr like his newspaper. Uses it in the bathroom, during breakfast, during practice breaks, during unch, dinner and before going to bed

Although he comes off as an asshole most of the time– his agendas are pretty good, and he- uh- he puts up good arguments ig? Omi facepalms every time Atsumu pops up in his dash

Treats Tumblr like Instagram too. Lots of selfies and naughty captions. But all the gushing and screaming of his followers in the notes is worth the bonk Meian gifts him everytime

Current obsession— teach this depressed little anti-volleyball jerk a life lesson

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Would rather be anywhere far away from this cursed app. He downloaded it because Meian coaxed him into doing it. It will be fun— he said. Meian just wanted him to keep an eye out on the three crackheads

Sakusa was weirded out the first time Shoyo's post, Bokuto's reblog and Atsumu's selfie popped up on his dash

What weirded him out further was— how this app made his weirdest teammates look so normal

He couldn't believe there were people out there who shared the same energy as these three

Sakusa is the quietest among all four on Tumblr— no posts, no likes, no reblogs. His account is also probably a blank, untitled account

On a lucky day you might find him grinning at some post— most probably someone roasting Atsumu— or even burst into little spurts of laughter at something he found genuinely funny

But on normal days— he will be grimacing at his dash, reading dank posts and memes that make no sense whatsoever to him

He's judgemental, very much so. He judges each and every crackhead post and marvels at the capacity of the human brain to be able to store so much stupid in it without bursting

But soon enough, his dash starts filling with customised posts about mental and physical health, effective cleaning methods and the random shitposts from his teammates

He is the snitch that got Atsumu in trouble with Meian when Atsumu posted his V-line, he was the reason Bokuto got his phone confiscated when he reblogged a political post, and he also was the reason Shoyo was once banned from using Tumblr again because he 'made too many friends'— but hey, Sakusa helped them get their sentences reduced too— so it was fine after all

Current obsession— find an alternative to his current cleaning products since they are not as effective as they used to be and he suspects that capitalism has creeped it's way into the cleaning products industry as well

[cinnella]

Name: Libelle Abrams (chosen name); Varda Lesedi (birth name)

Age: 22 years old

Sex: Female

Sexuality: Demi-homosexual

Zodiac sign: Libra

Birthday: October 7th

Patron Arcana: Justice (Major); Queen of Swords (Minor)

Occupation: Magician, healer, painter and gardener

Height: 5'9" (1.76 m)

Weight: 194 lbs (88 kg)

Relatives:

Briella Lesedi - mother (deceased)

Abanus Lesedi - father (deceased)

Gushvin Basu - distant family friend

Origin: Born in the Catclaw Desert, grew up in Vesuvia

Race: African-American

Powers: White (purification) and healing magic, as well as telekinesis and precognitive dreaming

Intelligence Level: On a scale from 1 to 10, she's a strong 8.5

Backstory:

During the beautiful sunset of the Catclaw Desert, little Varda was born not far off from their home, where her parents had built their sculpture selling stand.

About 7 months later, while they were enjoying their time at home, their friend, Gushvin, hurried to tell them that an unexpected aggressive sand storm started heading their way.

They made sure to give Varda to him as he was faster and went ahead of them. They tragically got swept away by the storm and inhaled too much sand. They were found without breath or pulse hours later.

As selfish as it was of him, Gushvin didn't want to take care of a child, so he made sure to find someone willing enough to do that, soon running into a person who said they specifically searched for orphaned children that needed care.

After a couple of days of traveling, they arrived in sunny Vesuvia, where Varda was brought to the orphanage in the South End. There she was cared for and raised like promised.

She grew up to be one of the sweetest but most naive kids there. One day during lunch, she noticed a kid was sitting alone at his table, sulking and not eating. She approached him and offered to eat with him.

He had silverish eyes and ash-blond hair and the kindest smile she'd ever seen. She'd heard the adults call him Lucas and she knew he was kind of a troublemaker, but he seemed so lonely. They became best friends almost instantly, and always spent time together.

Some years later, when both of them were around 5 years old, they befriended three other kids, all significantly older than them. She learned that their names were Eris, Syro and Morana, and immediately became worried.

They were the biggest scoundrels in the entire orphanage, and quite honestly, all of South End. But Lucas insisted that they join their group. And she trusted him.

She didn't think that these four kids would become so important to her, that they'd become her family. But they did, and she couldn't be more thankful.

When it became clear enough to the adults that they couldn't raise nameless kids, the more capable ones took to teaching them the importance of knowing how to read and write and then they could choose a name for themselves, on their 7th birthday.

Soon enough, her sweet 7th rolled around and after months of searching, she found a name that would complete her.

And so, Varda Lesedi became Libelle Abrams.

Lucas, not much later, also changed his name, to Calyx. Libelle thought it was such a beautiful name for him.

Many years passed by with the four causing as much trouble as possible, to her unfortunate luck. But once she approached her preteens, devastating news came with them. When they'd reach the age of 17, they would need to leave, one by one, and search for a different home.

They discussed about it, made plans and set goals to find their homelands, their roots and possibly their families.

Obviously, Eris was first in line to leave as the eldest between them. Then Morana with Syro. It was only her and Calyx left. She made the promise to not abandon him there and take him with her when the time would come.

And she did. After celebrating her 17th birthday and talking with the one that had found her so many years ago, they set out to travel towards the Catclaw Desert. The journey was a couple of days long and it took them almost as much to find the one who knew about her parents.

Gushvin was sat on the bench in front of his home when they approached, and when Libelle called out to him, he recognized her immediately. There was some confusion with her name at first, but they quickly caught onto everything.

He told her everything that had happened the day she became an orphan and although he was hesitant, he confessed how selfish he'd been back then, something he regretted deeply and hadn't let him sleep properly since then.

All of the discoveries shocked her beyond belief, so much so that she wanted to go back to Vesuvia right away. After a while of mulling over everything she found out, she decided to focus on helping her best friend.

Luck had seemed to smile upon them, because Eris insisted on tagging along with them. After all, they had to travel across the sea all the way to the Macawi Port.

After even more shocking reveals about Calyx' parents, none of them wanted to know anything more, so at dawn they started back home.

Now, Libelle could focus on the things that she wanted to do most. She learned how to become a professional healer and magician, so she would help people in need. Around that time, her secret powers slowly surfaced as well.

She realized she could move objects with the will of her mind and at night, she would have visions and dreams of the future. After consulting with an expert in healing magic, she discovered that most people have these gifts and adviced her to learn to control them.

Everything was fine in her life until the Red Plague rained upon them and they each made the decision to leave Vesuvia. Well, all except for Eris. She wanted to help the doctors with the dead, confided to Libelle that she'd taught herself necromancy and wanted to reverse their deaths.

Eris had been too stubborn to listen to reason, so they had no choice but to leave her behind. Syro and Morana left for the Southern Spines, while Eris specifically told Libelle and Calyx to go to Venterre and find her brother, Sethos. He would shelter them until the nightmare would be over.

So they did, they took the first boat straight to the west coast of Venterre, where they ran into the young man in question.

When they finished explaining everything to him, he insisted they go back and get her too, but there would have been no use in doing so. His sister would have been way too stubborn to listen to anyone.

Days later, a letter arrived in their mailbox and all three were devastated to find out Eris died from the plague. Libelle and Calyx were sobbing messes and Sethos almost thrashed the room before collapsing too.

They informed the other two through a letter as well, but they figured there would be massive delays because of the distance, so they didn't expect an answer right away.

Suddenly, about 6 days later, Libelle had a dream, of Eris being alive. It had felt so real she woke up in a cold sweat and with tears in her eyes, she went to wake up the other two, shaking them hard.

She couldn't form clear words but Calyx caught onto it right away, and while with shaky hands, Libelle explained that she could sense Eris' aura and presence in the real world.

Although Sethos was very skeptical about it, he would have rather held onto the tiniest string of hope that she was indeed alive than live with the thought of losing his sister a second time.

So they wrote another letter to Syro and Morana and immediately packed their things and headed back to Vesuvia in plain midnight.

True to everything Libelle said and sensed, Eris was alive. How, they didn't know, until they spoke to Asra, one of her older friends and apparently, the one who brought her back. She was shocked to find it involved a deal with the Devil. She'd heard of the sacrifices needed to make such deals.

After about 3 years of total absence, Syro and Morana also arrived in Vesuvia and the shock cycle began again.

Not much later, when Eris got assigned to solve the mystery of Count Lucio's murder and catch his fugitive murderer, everyone offered to do something to help her out.

Though she was shy about it, she could sense that the Countess, Nadia, needed help as well. So Libelle suggested assisting her in whatever Nadia would need.

She didn't expect to catch feelings, but she didn't complain either.

Personality: shy, sensitive, kind-hearted, gentle, imaginitive, creative, generous, loyal, honest, trustworthy, observant, reliable, cheerful, too forgiving and sometimes naive

Interesting facts:

Although it isn't very noticeable, she does have a white lotus tattoo on her left middle finger.

Her wrists are littered with past self-harm scars, which the others love to kiss just to make her feel better about them.

She is very insecure about her body, but she has the others to lift her moods up when she's down.

Has an entire collection of earrings, but her favorites are the peacock feathers.

Even though she wakes up early in the morning, she usually takes a nap in the afternoon.

Her thighs and hips are full of stretch marks.

Has the biggest sweet tooth in the world.

Can play the clarinet, but you would have to really indulge her to get her to sing on it for you.

Appearance: Dark espresso skin tone, neck-length curly chestnut brown hair, dyed periwinkle blue halfway down, jade green eyes, chubby slight hourglass body shape, D cup breasts

Familiar: Lumi, a cute and sweet stoat but a sneaky little thief all the same

Voice claim: Dana Gourrier

Full sprite:

WOOOHOOOO I FINISHED ALL MY MCS' BIOS AND I'M SO HAPPY!!

My girl turned out so damn beautiful too and I'm just hhnnnnn- 😖💜

PLEASE SHOW HER SOME LOVE AS WELL!!! ✨