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Paper Rings - Lando Norris

: Lando Norris x singer!reader

: Lando is the one y/n wants

: author's note: sorry for posting so late I work 5 days a week so it gets a little hectic to post during weekdays. But now that weekend is here I have 3 more parts planned lmk what you think of this one

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'til the breath returns

— hobie brown x gn!reader (dissociation comfort)

summary: It's hard to stay in your own body sometimes. At least Hobie's right there with you.

warnings: v self-indulgent (so may not be a very accurate depiction of dissociation erm...), dissociation / derealisation / depersonalisation (those terms are distinct but just in case :p), anxious behaviour, hurt/comfort-ish, hobie is trying his best? (he's not ur therapist but it's okay) & not proofread

word count: 1.9k

a/n: been struggling to get out of a dp/dr funk recently so. here we are! no gif lemme keep this one on the down-low fr 😭 img is of camden town from pinterest

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"Hello? Hello...?"

The muscles in your shoulders tightened at the sound of the voice, obscurely louder than anything else around you — around you being the market, that was. Just how long had you been here?

You felt a burning ache in your eyes as you looked around, taking in the blur around you before meeting the expression of the man in front of you. The owner of the food truck, of course. He had an impatient look on his face, but it was too much detail to be anxious about.

"Sorry, uh..." you offered quietly, cut off by another loud voice behind you.

"Just hurry up and pay, mate! We haven't got all day!"

Your jaw tensed, crunching uncomfortably as you fumbled for something in your pockets. Trying to find cash of some sort, the world became still again, and you could barely register what they were saying before you put whatever you could find on the window sill of the truck.

Something that sounded unpleasant, another shout, maybe, followed behind you as you walked out into the open pavements of the market. Your hands felt funny, breath dry and head heavy and so light at the same time. It felt like you were floating, but also sinking so deep under water you were moving slow motion against the thick water. It was somewhat comforting, that image.

Maybe you should just sit down, let yourself fall backwards and sink. Maybe you'd wake up in bed, and fully be able to open your own eyes again. When was the last time you could do that? When was the last time you woke up? This morning, surely. It seemed so far away; maybe you should walk home, find home — it was somewhere near here. Where were you walking?

Why was the ground getting so close to your face—

"Hey, hey! Oi!"

Before your weight could fall forward anymore, you felt a hand move around your stomach. Tongue stinging too, you realise you'd bitten it. The urgent touch became more gentle, as the haste wore off and you were helped to your feet. You tried to pick up the sounds to form a "thank you", but all you could do was stare strangely as you met a face you could just about recognise.

"Don't mean to scare you, darling."

It was your boyfriend, is what you told yourself. Hobie.

"Didn't get your change..." He held out the coins in his hand, some of which were probably already yours . "And you're trippin' over yourself."

It would sound too weird if you tried to laugh, so you didn't bother.

"My bad, just out of it." Right, is what he must've thought.

"Been out of it for a while, huh?" He taps your cheek twice, bringing your attention to him. You hadn't realised you'd been staring dead straight into his chest — not anywhere near his face. "Your patty's all squashed, love."

His fingers moved gently between yours, prying the poor warm paper from your hand. The patty you had bought had started to singe the tips of your fingers, and the tips of your fingers had already broken apart the bread of the patty.

You didn't have much will to complain, but the corners of Hobie's mouth turned down in a frown. He took your hand, the pad of histhumb brushing the lingering heat off of your fingers

"What's going on? You hungry? Tired? Upset...?" All you could give him was a useless shrug — it'd probably be easier to fix if you could describe it; if only. "Hm..."

The back of his hand was cold against your forehead. Or maybe you were cold; he never really got cold after all.

"You wanna go home?"

"Hm?" you murmured, Hobie observing you. You weren't supposed to go home; you'd get over it. Fresh air and a walk was supposed to help, anyway — not like it was. "Thought you wanted to stay."

"We can always come back another time. You don't look like you're enjoying yourself."

His hand moved to your shoulder, brushing his lips over your forehead. It was definitely you that was cold.

"I think you should have my patty, too," he added, placing his in your hand.

Arm moving fully around your shoulder, the two of you started to walk back.

"It'll be warm out, soon," Hobie comments, as if trying to be inconspicuous. He pulls you closer to mams for a lady walking her dogs: little white lap dogs that turned their heads to look at you, or maybe Hobie. You tried to remember if the last time you saw them was today or last week.

"Ah, yeah..." you said, realising he was waiting for you to say something — something of more substance, probably.

"Sure bloody hope so," he continued, something like humour in his voice. "Been freezing my bum off for the past month."

Your steps felt big against the ground, like the ground was pushing back up, and you were going to float away if Hobie let you go. All you could do was just hope he didn't.

"It better not rain, though. I'll go mad if it does. Nothing's good in the rain, 'specially not food. Meant to have a street party soon."

Remembering the patty in your hand, you took a bite before Hobie had to remind you. It was veg — not beef like he'd usually have. In fact, he complained about the veg usually. Still, today, he'd wanted a veg patty. You held onto that fact like it was the first thing you'd ever been told, as you walked together.

As he continued talking, you had reached the riverside. It looked onwards to the canal, the water coloured by the orange sun. Everything always looked so different on the way back; the air was still, and it was evening by now.

"Mine or yours?" Hobie asks, as you reach the by-street.

"Mine, if you come with me."

"I ain't gonna leave you behind, or nothin'."

He cracks a smile, and you reach for his hand time time as you took the turn to your home. There were shops that passed by, but you didn't pay enough attention to figure out what they were.

And you weren't sure when you ended up in bed, probably after making conversation for a bit and changing, because you were now in your own bed, arms and legs and Hobie's chest encasing you in a relaxed hug. You were wearing a shirt that fit weirdly on you. It was likely his — the one shirt he had without lint on it. His head wasn't entirely on your shoulder, but he was close enough to press a kiss to your temple — it left a warm, tingling feeling, as did the rest of his weight against you.

"Is there something wrong specifically?" he asks, voice a quiet, smooth vibration next to you.

"Dunno, I just... feel weird. Mentally, I mean," you admit, turning your head to lean it against his. "I think this is helping, though."

"Yeah? You want me to do anything else?" You just wanted to keep yourself awake; you wanted to keep hearing his voice.

"Want to hear you talk more."

"As long as you talk as well." Your quiet sigh was audible enough to him, it seemed. "C'mon love, you've gotta talk, or you'll be stuck up there forever."

With your demeanor seeming to give up with you, he pressed another kiss to your face, near the corner of your mouth this time. It usually got a smile out of you, but you didn't know if you had the energy to. He lingered there, still.

"How about we start with right now?" he muttered, hand on your shoulder. "You gonna tell me about those new decorations in your room? Or all those new clothes in your closet? Or how your bathroom doesn't have the nice-tasting toothpaste anymore?"

"Hobie... What the hell..." You frowned. And then the smallest laugh escaped out of you, because you frowned, and then he laughed, because it was all he really needed.

"I'm serious, though. Let's start from the top?"

"Like... from when I was born?" That got a laugh out of him, thankfully. Your smile, though little, didn't seem to disappear just yet.

"Well, if you want," he replied, pulling his arms tighter around your sides. "I was thinking more like, this morning?"

This morning... A little worry creeped inside your stomach as you came to face how little you could really recount right now. The light brush of Hobie's thumb against your cheek kept you at bay, however, and you took in a deep breath.

"Well, today... we went to the market together," you started, taking his hand from your shoulder and holding it in your own. You toyed idly with his fingers, thumb brushing over his rings as your mind fell into blankness again.

"And it rained all morning," Hobie said, after a beat of silence, fingers gently squeezing yours.

"And... this little kid slipped in the mud," you murmured.

"Ah, he did. Rough, weren't it?"

"Mhm," you replied, and at the silence, you tried to continue. "Poor thing. His dad looked horrified."

The quiet chuckle against your back made your words seem somewhat more trustworthy, and you finally decided to just let yourself speak, about anything that came to mind.

"...And then we went to look at clothes. None of them were your size."

"Couldn't believe it..." Hobie commented, murmuring.

"And then we... got lost for a bit. Ended up in this shop that sold china."

"Oh yeah, there were those funny bird-lookin' ones."

"And then we walked around for a bit..."

Truthfully, he wasn't sure if it was actually helping or not, but at the very least, that fuzzy look in your eyes that scared him a bit had eased

"And now we're home," you concluded, and he kissed the side of your head as if to confirm.

"Yep. Where are we?" The question was pretty straightforward, but you took the chance to answer regardless.

"In my room... On my bed." The mattress creaked just a little as you readjusted your position, moving closer against him. "And I'm still with you."

"Uh-huh. Still here."

"It's getting dark out, though." Looking out at the dimming sky through your window, you took another breath in, not as deep as you would've liked.

"I can stay," Hobie reassured. His voice gave no reason for you to doubt it.

"Could you?"

"A hundred percent. Not a second I don't wanna spend with you."

Hobie brushed his nose against yours, before pressing a momentary kiss to your lips.

"Look," he started, voice low and soft, slightly more serious. "I'm not exactly sure how to help, but whatever you need, I'll be here."

Turning to face him again, you returned his kiss, holding it a little longer to feel the warmth of his lips against yours. Hobie held you like you were the world, and everything in it; if you didn't need to, at least you wanted to.

"Can we just keep talking?" Your voice sounded different, but not strange — a bit less tense, more certain.

"We can talk about anything you want; we've got all night."

You narrowed your eyes in thought for a moment, and he looked at you as if he already knew what you were thinking.

"...Could you scratch my back too?"

Hobie grinned, and so warmly — so easily. You felt a smile tug at your lips too, breath sinking back into your chest and the ever-present weight starting to lift from your body.

"Yeah, sweetheart — of course. Want me to switch the light off?"

You decided to nod, saving your words for when you finally laid in the darkness, curled up against him. Murmuring soft, yet sure words between each other, his fingers grazed your back in a gentle back-and-forth, and as your voice faded, he pressed another kiss to your forehead, pulling you further into him and the covers.

Breath quiet and even, you inevitably drifted into sleep. His hand was still on your back, feeling each breath of yours as it came and went, like the shore lapping against the land. And he'd breathe right with you, even when you couldn't hear him — even if he'd have to do it all over again tomorrow.

Always, he promised himself, and you. Always, until your breath returned — until you returned.

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Heatwave Romance

Right now, in the corner of your mind, you can hear your parents nostalgic and irritable words of wisdom. 'dont take things for granted' or 'eat your vegetables' and all that nonsense. But, mostly the 'dont take things for granted' part is echoing in your skull as you lay strewn about on the couch of your apartment, absolutely miserable in the sweltering heat.

Of all the days, your air conditioning had went out during Camden's annual heatwave, just your luck right? What makes it better is that your apartment is under going some construction in the lower levels, so the water has been turned off for the rest of the evening, so, no cold shower for you either! How....wonderful.

You groan, debating on moving to get up to see if there's any cooler room to be in instead of laying about on the couch, sweat beading off your skin each time you move too much. You decide to stay there for a moment longer in some desperate hope it will just get colder rather than having to actually make the effort to get up and move. You don't even lift your head when your window leading to your fire escape opens with an small 'click!', already knowing it's your best friend, Hobie Brown.

"Whew, not any better here is it, luv?" Hobie's voice is heard, and you finally lift your head to glare at Hobie for his obvious answer. "No, it's not." You murmur, slightly annoyed that your misery has company but also a bit relieved that you have someone to complain about the heat to.

Hobie hums in acknowledgement, not bothered by the irritated response you gave him. He closes the window back down with an small shove of his hand before crossing the living room, tapping your legs in silent request to move, and you oblige lifting your legs up, although when he plops down beside you on the couch, you just place your feet right onto his lap and he rolls his eyes briefly but makes no effort to shove you off, opting to slide his mask off and shove it into his pocket.

"Why don't you jus take a cold shower?" He asks, looking at you with an glint of amusement in his eyes, and the glare you give him only makes him snicker, "They shut off the buildings water, they're doing repairs or something so I can't shower, even if I wanted to." You huff, Hobie nods, clicking his tongue. "That does indeed cause a problem.."

There's an pause after you grumble in agreement, Hobie has an slightly thoughtful expression on his face, before patting your legs and you lift them instinctively at his silent request, he stands and shrugs. "Why don't you jus' come to my place, n cool down a bit?" He offers, and you can't help but perk up at that, sitting up. "Seriously? That would be awesome." You smile, Hobie smiles back at you as he nods, "Yeah, course."

You're already on your feet to dress properly, and by properly something that isn't an pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. You rush into your bedroom, changing into something more suitable before walking out to see Hobie, knelt down and inspecting your broken conditioning with an focused glare. He looks at you and gestures to the air conditioning with an baffled look on his face. "What did you do to the poor thing?" He laughs in slight disbelief, standing up.

You shrug, "It just went out on me, what do you mean what did I do to it?" You scoff, eyebrows furrowing as you look at him in equal bafflement. Hobie gives you an even further confused look but shakes his head with an smile, "Just forget I said anythin', you ready to go?" He asks, already walking over towards the window he had entered through, opening it, then pulling his mask from his pocket and over his face.

You nod, following him through the window and stand on the fire escape, wiping your forehead as the heat blasts you further with being outside. Hobie then kneels down, facing away from you. "Your chariot, m'lady." He teases, and you roll your eyes playfully. "You have too many miles on you to be considered a chariot, Hobie." You laugh at your own joke and Hobie scoffs playfully back as you settle yourself on his back piggy back style, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"How dare you say something so accurate.." he laughs, one of his hands coming to grip onto your calf as you tighten your grip around his shoulders in preparation for what comes next, as well as fighting off the small flare of butterflies you feel in the pit of your stomach. "Hold tight!" Hobie shouts before jumping off of the fire escape, slinging out his webs to begin the short trek to his place on the other side of town.

It's hard to stifle the squeal that comes from your throat as you feel the wind rush past your hair and battering slightly against your face. Hobie chuckles, squeezing your calf in reassurance although there's a hint of genuine concern in the action. "Doin' alright back there, luv?" He calls out loudly to be heard over the rushing wind, you manage to wheeze out an quick, "Never better!" Moving your head to burrow slightly into the back of his neck, hoping to god he doesn't feel the heat of your blush on your cheeks. Hobie snorts at your reply, "We'll be there before you know it, promise." His slightly teasing tone turns to one of tender promise, and your cheeks practically grow hotter from his words, nodding and focusing on trying to get the blush under wraps.

It doesn't take long to get to Hobies place across town, it's a simple house boat but Hobie says any other place would just be wrong to live in as he's been there so long. Hobie swings one final web out, landing right before the door of the house boat. Hobie kneels down and releases his light grip on your leg and you carefully hop down. Hobie stands, brushing himself off before pushing the door open.

"You really should start locking your door." You huff as you walk in behind him, already feeling the cool air and atmosphere of the houseboat refreshing your attitude and body. Hobie merely shrugs, "Yeah, probably." He murmurs in nonchalance at your advice, walking further inside the houseboat and right up to his hammock bed that he swears is the most comfortable for his back, before practically falling down onto it, stretching like a cat that just woke up from an really good nap. You walk over to the couch you always sit at when you come to his house, peeling at the clearly overloved fabric of the couch out of habit. You sigh, leaning your head back as you relax, just basking in the feeling of being cold after so many hours of being stuck hot and miserable in your apartment, closing your eyes in contentment.

"You look quite cozy over there." Hobie is heard saying from his hammock bed across the room and you nod, shuffling to allow your hands behind your head. "Yeah, I am-" you stop speaking as you hear the sounds of floorboards creaking, barely having time to look to see where Hobie could possibly be going before an weight is placed on your lap, and when you look down, you're met with the sight of Hobie smiling up at you, quite smugly.

"What are you doing?" You ask, just staring at him. Hobie shrugs, even nuzzling a bit further into your lap. "You looked rather comfortable, thought I'd join is all." He hums, closing his eyes. The position doesn't...look comfortable, for Hobie at least. His head is placed in your lap, his hands clasped together loosely over his abdomen while...his legs are sticking out over the armrest of the couch, being so tall and lanky he isn't as 'compact' as he calls you and other people shorter than him.

"You don't look comfortable." You state bluntly, Hobie peeks an eye open at you, "Do you want me to move?" He asks, you furrow your eyebrows at the question, shaking your head beginning to speak again. "But-" "Then, yes, I'm comfortable." Is all he says before closing his opened eye, looking incredibly peaceful despite the uncomfortable looking position he's in.

You shrug, deciding not to push. Knowing Hobie can be most comfortable in the most weirdest of positions. You can't help but yawn slightly seeing Hobie so relaxed. "We should nap." You suggest, already closing your eyes tiredly. Hobie murmurs an slight incoherent reply, "Way a head of you luv.." before turning his body to the side, one hand laying lazily against the couch while the other makes itself comfortable underneath the crook of one of your knees, already snoring.

You instantly feel all sleepiness drain from your body at the soft touch, opening your eyes to peer down at Hobie sleeping so soundly. You smile slightly, adjusting your position slightly to allow Hobie a bit more room on the couch.

'I am so in love with you...I'm screwed .' you think as he twitches slightly in his sleep, murmuring something about having to fix your air conditioning...then to leaving the toaster running at Pavitr's?

[rechedeer]

written for @prongsfoot-microfic december 16th prompt 'log'

every tuesday after he escapes azkaban, sirius apparates to the spot in the woods in muggle london where he and james used to have lunch the same day of the week, every week since they discovered it in their fourth year.

they rarely preferred routine back at hogwarts, dreading predictability more than the idea of losing their lives. they thought of boredom, of monotony, of inaction as incremental death. better to go out with a wand in your hand and still a spark in your eye.

but this was the exception. their only ritual, one for just the two of them. a place where they would come and everything would feel lighter without the weight of who they wanted to be, and who they had to.

now, sirius sits on the log next to the cedar tree, his eye catching on their initials, scratched into the weary wood what seems like lifetimes ago. he traces his finger along the J, then the P, the star james inscribed next to sirius' SB.

he doesn't have much of an appetite anymore, not like he used to, before. he prefers to skip as many meals as he can before he feels the telltale signs of a fainting spell approaching. sometimes he goes a bit longer without. if nothing else, he'll get a dreamless sleep out of it.

but on tuesdays he eats lunch. he eats mince pies and treacle tarts and drinks muggle beer he got mundungnus to nick from a shop in camden.

he never cared for any of them, but they were james' favourites.

he tranfigures some bread out of leaves to throw to the ducks in the pond. james named them elvendork, wilberforce, and bathsheba. all three are still there. their quintet feels strange reduced to a quad.

sometimes, he visits the old bar next to the woods where he and james went for their sirius' 17th. sirius thinks it's the last night he can remember being truly happy. the last night when they still had hope and lived under the delusion that things could go the way they wanted them to. everything was how it was meant to be.

the old owner, a man named freddie, is gone now. someone tells him that he shifted to france a couple years back to pursue his dream of being a writer.

it strikes him- a strange, unfamiliar disquietude at the fact that time has gone on. that people have moved on. that the loss hadn't stopped the world in its tracks. it'd stopped his.

he pays his bill clumsily with muggle money. the barkeep asks him if he's okay. he nods the affirmative and forces a laugh that sounds too high-pitched to his ears.

then, sirius returns to his mother's house, back to his prison, and dies his death in increments.

[hstyles-imagines]

oii autora! primeiramente, queria dizer que eu sou apaixonada pela maneira como você descreve o harry nas suas histórias! percebi que, de alguma forma, todas elas estão interligadas...enfim, não quero te incomodar, mas pensei em uma idéia e queria compartilhar contigo pois acho que ficaria muuuito boa com a sua escrita. onde o harry e a s/n fazem parte do mesmo ciclo de amigos, e ele é totalmente apaixonado por ela mas mantém isso em segredo. até que o grupo deles faz amizade com um cara que deixa o harry muuito inseguro, pois ele é literalmente a pessoa perfeita (e é estrangeiro, portanto acaba se dando muito bem com a s/n) e ele percebe que ele também sente algo por ela e fica se mordendo de ciúmes. até que uma hora ele não aguenta mais e confessa tudo que sente por ela na frente de todo mundo, em meio a uma discussão entre os dois

Oii! Muito obrigada pelo carinho, sério, você não imagina como fico feliz de saber que gosta do jeito que eu escrevo — e que percebeu essa conexão entre as histórias, isso é tipo meu jeitinho... <3

Mas vamos para o seu pedido:

obs: eu sou arquiteta e do rio rsrs, por isso a referência ;p

Are we just friends?

S/N nunca imaginou que uma simples visita a uma galeria de arte em Camden pudesse mudar tanta coisa em sua vida. Ela tinha acabado de se mudar para Londres para trabalhar como arquiteta, e aquela era sua primeira saída exploratória pela cidade — um momento só seu, para respirar o ar estranho e novo de uma metrópole que, apesar do frio, parecia acolhedora.

A galeria, escondida numa rua de paralelepípedos, estava relativamente vazia. Enquanto observava uma instalação feita de luzes e espelhos, ouviu a voz de um dos poucos visitantes presentes — um rapaz comentava com o amigo sobre a obra, destacando o contraste entre sombras e reflexos, e o impacto emocional do espaço. A forma como ele falava despertou a atenção dela.

— É engraçado como Londres tem essa coisa de parecer fria, mas até as construções aqui são sempre tão vivas — comentou S/N, se aproximando sem pensar muito.

O rapaz se virou. Seus olhos verdes e o rosto inconfundível fizeram o tempo quase parar. Era Harry Styles — sim, o Harry Styles, ex-One Direction, ator de filmes espetaculares e reconhecido mundialmente. Mas o que surpreendeu S/N mais do que a fama foi o jeito como ele a olhou: curioso, interessado, como se ela fosse mais uma pessoa comum, e não alguém reconhecendo uma celebridade.

— Nunca pensei por esse ângulo, mas faz sentido. Você trabalha com isso?

— Sou arquiteta — respondeu ela, com um sorriso tímido. — Ou, pelo menos, tentando ser.

Ele riu, genuinamente. A conversa fluiu naturalmente dali, como se eles já se conhecessem de outras vidas. Ao final da visita, ele a convidou para um café com o grupo — amigos próximos, artistas, fotógrafos, músicos, todos com aquela energia caótica e acolhedora que só se encontra em certos círculos criativos de Londres.

S/N foi sem grandes expectativas, mas acabou ficando até tarde, rindo, debatendo sobre arte, cidade e música. Não sabia dizer exatamente quando deixou de ser uma total desconhecida, mas percebeu que, de repente, já fazia parte.

.

Meses se passaram desde aquele encontro na galeria de arte em Camden, e S/N agora fazia parte da paisagem da nova vida que havia construído em Londres — e, sem perceber, da vida de Harry também. O grupo de amigos, que antes parecia tão fechado e artístico, logo se abriu para o carisma quieto e a presença leve dela. Ela trazia consigo algo difícil de definir: um calor discreto, uma sensibilidade aguçada, um senso de humor que equilibrava doçura com ironia — traços que, mesmo sem grandes gestos, conquistavam todos ao redor.

Talvez fosse o jeito brasileiro de se relacionar — aquele equilíbrio sutil entre proximidade e respeito, entre escuta e riso. Ela sabia quando acolher e quando provocar, quando fazer silêncio e quando transformar a sala num lugar mais leve só com um comentário sagaz. Nunca forçava presença, mas, ainda assim, era difícil não notar quando ela não estava.

Era uma noite de sábado, e o apartamento de Harry em Hampstead estava cheio de vozes, música baixa e taças de vinho meio esquecidas sobre a bancada. Ele organizava um pequeno jantar com amigos — nada planejado, como quase tudo que envolvia aquele grupo. No meio da sala, S/N ria de algo que Gemma havia acabado de dizer, os cabelos presos de qualquer jeito, vestindo uma jaqueta azul-clara que provavelmente não era dela, porque ele a conhecia bem. Havia algo magnético na maneira como ela ocupava o espaço: sem alarde, mas presente em tudo.

Harry observava de longe, encostado na porta da cozinha com um copo na mão, ouvindo-a trocar frases em inglês e, às vezes, escapando uma ou outra palavra em português — o som soava musical mesmo sem ele entender.

— Ela é um furacão quieto, né? — disse Jeff, se aproximando com um sorriso. — Chega de mansinho e, quando você vê, mudou tudo de lugar.

Harry apenas assentiu, sem tirar os olhos dela. Sabia exatamente o que Jeff queria dizer.

Quando S/N notou o olhar dele, sorriu de leve, quase cúmplice. Caminhou até a cozinha, pegando mais uma taça para si.

— Tá fugindo da bagunça? — perguntou, divertida, misturando sotaques.

— Tô só vendo como você sempre encontra o seu lugar — disse ele, com um meio sorriso. — Sem esforço nenhum, mas de um jeito que todo mundo percebe.

Ela soltou uma risada baixa e fez aquele movimento leve com a cabeça, como quem já ouviu algo parecido antes, mas ainda se surpreende.

— Acho que a gente aprende a ocupar espaço assim... sem pedir licença, mas sem empurrar ninguém também — respondeu, brincando com o pé da taça. — No Brasil, tudo acontece muito perto, sabe? Gente demais, calor demais, emoção demais. Você cresce entendendo as coisas pelo tom da voz, pelo jeito que alguém te olha. É tudo meio no instinto.

Ela fez uma pausa, olhando ao redor, como se tentasse explicar algo difícil de traduzir.

— Aqui, às vezes, parece que falta isso. Um pouco de desordem boa, um pouco de presença.

Harry a observou como se a estivesse vendo pela primeira vez, mesmo já conhecendo cada nuance daquele jeito tranquilo de ser.

— Talvez seja por isso que você ficou — disse, baixinho. — Porque, no fundo, a gente tava mesmo precisando de alguém que lembrasse como é sentir de verdade.

Ela não respondeu de imediato, mas seu olhar suavizou. Depois apenas encostou sua taça na dele, num brinde silencioso, e sorriu de um jeito que dizia tudo sem dizer nada.

Mas então a campainha tocou.

Gemma correu para atender com um entusiasmo discreto, abrindo a porta para um homem alto, de traços marcantes e um sorriso tranquilo. Ele vestia uma camisa de linho clara e trazia uma garrafa de vinho tinto numa das mãos.

— Gente, esse é o Gustavo! — anunciou Gemma, puxando-o para dentro com naturalidade. — Salvou a vida da minha filha — literalmente. E agora também salva jantares com vinhos bons e histórias ainda melhores.

As apresentações aconteceram em meio a cumprimentos calorosos, e S/N, ao ouvir o nome e o sotaque ao fundo, virou-se imediatamente, surpresa e curiosa.

— Você é brasileiro? — perguntou com um sorriso largo, como quem encontra um pedaço de casa perdido no mundo.

— Sou sim! — respondeu Gustavo, rindo. — Gustavo, de São Paulo. E você?

— S/N, Rio. — Eles se abraçaram com aquele entusiasmo tipicamente brasileiro, já trocando palavras rápidas em português, como se estivessem retomando uma conversa antiga que só precisou de um reencontro para continuar.

Harry observava a cena de longe, e algo apertou em seu peito. Era sutil, mas incômodo. Gustavo se movia com confiança, com aquele charme tranquilo de quem sabe que é bem-vindo em qualquer lugar. E S/N... ela parecia iluminada. Ria de um jeito que ele conhecia, mas que não costumava ser direcionado a mais ninguém daquele jeito.

Ela o apresentou a Gustavo com naturalidade, mas Harry mal conseguiu esconder o desconforto quando os dois continuaram conversando em português — rápido demais para ele entender, com expressões e risos que pareciam de outro mundo.

— Você tá bem? — perguntou Gemma, ao notar o olhar distante do irmão.

— Sim — respondeu ele, seco. Depois tentou suavizar. — Só... ouvindo eles falarem parece até num código secreto.

Gemma sorriu, entendendo mais do que ele gostaria.

— Eles são do mesmo lugar, Harry. Isso cria um tipo de ponte que não tem a ver com você. Não precisa entrar em pânico.

Mas ele já estava em alerta. Não era só o idioma. Era o jeito como Gustavo olhava para S/N — com uma curiosidade respeitosa, mas evidente. E como ela respondia — sem flerte, mas com abertura.

Mais tarde, quando S/N se aproximou da cozinha para pegar mais vinho, encontrou Harry ali, ainda encostado no mesmo canto. Ele sorriu, mas havia uma sombra nos olhos dele.

— Então, Gustavo, né? — comentou, tentando soar casual.

— É, ele é ótimo. — Ela respondeu, empolgada. — E de São Paulo! Engraçado como só de ouvir o sotaque a gente já se sente meio em casa. Você entende isso?

Harry deu um pequeno riso, mas havia algo preso na garganta.

— Não, acho que não entendo. — Ele olhou para ela. — Mas entendo como você fica diferente quando se sente em casa.

Ela o encarou por um segundo, surpresa pela resposta — não pelo tom, mas pelo que havia por trás dela.

— Harry… — começou, mas ele desviou o olhar.

— Tá tudo bem — disse rápido demais. — Vai lá, eles estão te chamando.

Ela hesitou por um momento, como se quisesse dizer algo, mas acabou apenas assentindo e voltando para a sala.

.

Semanas se passaram desde aquela noite. O grupo seguiu com suas rotinas, mensagens no vinham e iam, e ninguém tocou diretamente no assunto. Mas Harry andava estranho. Mais calado. Como se estivesse atravessando um território novo.

Em uma manhã qualquer, ele recebeu uma mensagem inesperada:

Gustavo: Tem como a gente conversar? Só você e eu.

Harry hesitou. Mas topou.

Se encontraram num café pequeno perto de Notting Hill, quase vazio àquela hora. A luz suave da primavera atravessava as janelas em ângulos precisos, e o vapor do café recém-passado parecia carregar mais tensão do que conforto.

Gustavo chegou primeiro, e quando Harry sentou à sua frente, percebeu no olhar do outro algo que misturava respeito com um cuidado desconfortável.

— Eu queria falar com você antes de... fazer qualquer besteira — começou Gustavo, mexendo distraidamente no anel do dedo.

Harry não respondeu. Apenas o encarou, tenso.

— A S/N é diferente. Você sabe disso melhor que ninguém. E, bom... eu senti uma conexão com ela. Mas também percebi que vocês têm uma história, mesmo que ninguém diga isso em voz alta.

Harry engoliu seco. Não sabia o que doía mais — ouvir aquilo de Gustavo ou perceber que até um estranho podia ver o que ele tentava esconder há tanto tempo.

— Não tem história — disse Harry, baixo. — Somos amigos.

— Mas você sente algo, não sente?

A pergunta pairou como fumaça entre eles. Harry desviou o olhar para a rua, onde as pessoas andavam apressadas, como se nada daquilo importasse para o mundo.

Foi ali, naquela pausa silenciosa, que algo dentro dele se encaixou — ou se partiu de vez.

Ele não estava com ciúmes de Gustavo apenas por ego. Nem pela atenção que S/N recebia. Estava com ciúmes porque ela era o amor da vida dele. A única pessoa com quem ele conseguia ser exatamente quem era. A única com quem tudo fazia sentido — até o silêncio.

Respirou fundo, se levantando da mesa com um gesto calmo, mas decidido.

— Desculpa, cara. Eu tenho que ir.

Gustavo apenas assentiu, como se entendesse. Como se, naquele momento, ele soubesse que perderia a garota — e mesmo assim respeitou isso.

Harry pegou o metrô como se estivesse indo a um lugar sagrado. Passou os minutos com as mãos tremendo e as palavras fervendo na garganta. O céu começava a se fechar em nuvens, e uma brisa leve varria as ruas de South Kensington quando ele parou em frente ao prédio de S/N.

Subiu as escadas sem pensar. Não ensaiou nada. Apenas bateu na porta.

S/N abriu usando um moletom largo e os cabelos presos de qualquer jeito. O olhar surpreso ao vê-lo ali rapidamente cedeu espaço a algo mais urgente.

— Harry? Tá tudo bem?

Ele não respondeu de imediato. Estava com a respiração pesada, o coração tentando sair pela boca.

— Sim. Quer dizer... não está. Porque eu preciso te dizer uma coisa, e não da mais pra esperar.

Ela franziu o cenho, mas abriu mais a porta, dando espaço para ele entrar. Ele recusou.

— É aqui mesmo. Precisa ser agora.

Ela ficou ali, imóvel, olhando para ele como quem segura o fôlego.

— Eu menti pra mim mesmo quando disse éramos só amigo. Eu sempre estive apaixonado por você. Desde o começo. Desde aquela galeria idiota. Desde quando você me manda áudios sobre projeto às três da manhã e eu escuto todos. Você é o amor da minha vida, S/N. E eu fui um covarde por fingir que não por tanto tempo. Mas eu não vou consiguir te ver com outro cara. Eu não posso mais fingir que não dói.

S/N não disse nada. Por um segundo longo, ela apenas o encarou.

Depois, com os olhos marejando, ela deu um passo à frente.

— Você demorou — sussurrou, e puxou-o para um abraço forte, quase desesperado. — Mas ainda chegou a tempo.

Harry a envolveu com os braços como se fosse a última coisa do mundo que ele não poderia perder.

E naquela noite, ele finalmente teve coragem de ficar.

.

Algumas semanas se passaram.

O grupo voltou aos encontros habituais, agora com uma nova energia pairando no ar. Não houve anúncio oficial, postagens dramáticas ou declarações públicas. Mas agora, quando Harry chegava, ele não procurava S/N com os olhos — ela já estava ao lado dele. Era simples assim.

S/N sorria com mais frequência, mas era o jeito que ele olhava para ela que denunciava tudo: como se enxergasse ali algo precioso demais para desviar o olhar.

Foi em uma noite de sexta, no pub em que o grupo sempre se encontrava, que alguém — Gemma — finalmente comentou, com o tom brincalhão de quem já sabia:

— Vocês demoraram, né?

Todos riram. Até Gustavo, que naquela noite chegou acompanhado de uma amiga francesa com quem claramente estava encantado. Ele ergueu o copo em direção a Harry e piscou, sem mágoa.

— Tava escrito, cara. Só faltava coragem.

Harry sorriu, mas não respondeu. Apertou a mão de S/N de leve sob a mesa, e ela entrelaçou os dedos aos dele como quem responde sem precisar de palavras.

Mais tarde, sozinhos, caminhando pelas ruas iluminadas, S/N falou pela primeira vez o que estava guardado desde aquela noite na porta do apartamento.

�� Sabe o que me assusta?

— O quê?

— Como eu já era sua, mesmo quando você não dizia nada.

Harry parou, a brisa bagunçando os cabelos dele. Observou o rosto dela sob a luz, e teve certeza: não havia plano de vida mais bem desenhado do que estar com ela.

— Então deixa eu dizer agora. Em voz alta. — Ele puxou-a com cuidado e colocou a mão dela em seu peito — Eu amo você, S/N. Sempre amei. E nunca mais vou deixar isso só aqui dentro.

Ela sorriu. E quando se inclinou para beijá-lo, soube: aquele era o começo de tudo o que sempre esteve ali — só esperando coragem para acontecer.

xx

espero que tenha gostado!

all the love <3

[oatyy-yy]

I went to the moomin shop in camden / London today and it was so cute !! ✶

Had to stop myself from splurging woopsies

Anyways here's what I bought!!

These are some things in the shop that were very silly :p

Byebye ꩜

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

alife solomons masterlist

Fics under cut

— ALFIE SOLOMONS

the boogeyman  pairing: Monster!Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader summary: 🎃Halloween Special🎃 "Do not misbehave, be a good girl. And no matter what. Never! enter the woods. He will get you." In a small village plagued by the ominous presence of the Boogeyman, you, a young and curious woman, find your world forever altered when you cross paths with Alfie Solomons, an enigmatic and older man. Instantly captivated by his mystique, you're drawn into his intriguing world, but as your connection deepens, you can't help but wonder if your newfound association with him will lead to unforeseen danger and consequences. warnings: SMUT (p in v, dry humping, forest sex, oral!fem receiving), age gap, child murders, eating children, Dark!Alfie, obsessive!Alfie, controlling wc: 21,697

soulbound scars pairing: Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader Summary: (request) In a gritty world of crime and secrets, Y/n, marked by shared scars and pain with feared gang leader Alfie, takes an unexpected punch to his face. warnings: getting punched in the face 💀 wc: 4,028

brave little protector pairing: Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader Summary: (request) Following a night on the town, Alfie and Y/n's evening takes an ominous turn when a menacing group of men attempts to intimidate them. Despite Alfie's leg issues, the men foolishly believe they have the upper hand, oh boy, were they mistaken. Warnings: People getting their ass bEAT wc: 3,025

mine to kill pairing: Alfie Solomons x Gn!Reader  Summary: When Alfie finds himself on the brink of death yet again, it's Y/n who drags him to an unexpected safe haven. Even with the hate between the two, they can’t deny the connection between the two of them.  Warnings: blood, stitching someone up wc: 3,120

Spoiled  pairing: Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader part one part two Summary: Y/n is looking in a dress boutique when a strange man comes in and pays for her dress. This forms a strange friendship between Y/n and Alfie.  Warnings: Poor Y/n over-thinking :,), SMUT wc: 7,991

Destiny pairing: Alfie Solomons x Gn!Reader Summary: The story follows Alfie and the reader, who repeatedly cross paths throughout their lives but never truly meet until they both end up in Camden after the war. Despite numerous near-miss encounters, a fateful day finally brings them together, and their meeting feels like the culmination of a deep, unspoken connection. Warnings: mention of war injuries (minor injuries) wc: 2,792

[cactustreesmotel]

Happy birthday to Clouds, released on May 1st, 1969! 🌥

1. D.H., "Recordings of Special Merit," Stereo Review, September 1969. Accessed through jonimitchell.com. // 2. Clouds album cover, painted by Joni Mitchell, 1969. // 3. D.H., "Recordings of Special Merit." // 4. madraven07, comment under "Joni Mitchell - Clouds (Full Album)" on YouTube, 2024. // 5. Min S. Yee, "Pressed-Flower Child: Joni Mitchell Grew Up With Love for Words," Courier-Post (Camden, New Jersey), September 6, 1969, p. 50. Accessed through newspapers.com. // 6. Yee, "Pressed Flower Child," photographer uncredited. // 7. "Joni Mitchell Brings Music of Songs to Kleinhans Dec. 13," The Buffalo News (Buffalo, New York), December 3, 1969, p. 64. Accessed through newspapers.com. // 8. Joni Mitchell, "I Think I Understand," Clouds, 1969. // 9. eBay listing, "JONI MITCHELL rare LP." // 10. Robb Baker, "The Sound," Chicago Tribune, June 22, 1969, p. 13. Accessed through newspapers.com. // 11. promotional poster for Joni Mitchell's homecoming concert in Saskatoon, March 14, 1969. Accessed through jonimitchell.com. // 12. Joni Mitchell, "Both Sides Now," Clouds, 1969.

[nitw]

i saw h*rry p*tter merch all over camden market today and im just like. do you guys know how much you could get out of selling unlicensed magnus archives merch instead. huge missed opportunity. show me some eye magnets

[jonquilyst]

Day 2 - Challenge Day

Rise and shine, losers! Even though you all just woke up and need a shower (14 teenagers + all living in the same quarters = P-U! 🦨), it's time to get ready for our very first challenge!

In today's challenge, contestants will race through this shoddy maze. The first team to have all of its members finish at the Dock of Shame will win invincibility!

Now that everyone's clean and fed, let's get to racing! On your mark, get set, GOO!!

Aster (SL) takes the lead (despite being on his phone) while Elli (SL) lags behind. I don't think they got a lot of sleep napping on that couch last night...

It's a tight race, but Aster maintains his lead until the finish! He and Cassie (KC) are the first of their teams to reach the Dock Of Shame.

The Screaming Llamas are in the lead! Terrance, Lilium, Reagan, and Poppy join Aster and Camden (who arrived just after Cassie). With 6 Screaming Llamas to 4 Killer Cowplants finished, the former is set for the win until...

The last 3 Killer Cowplants catch up to everyone else. Logan is the last Killer Cowplant to finish and secures victory for his team.

THE KILLER COWPLANTS WIN!

Poor Elli... Even though the Screaming Llamas were in the lead, they fell too far behind and the Killer Cowplants won instead.

The Killer Cowplants have won invincibility and are safe tonight! I'll see the Screaming Llamas at the campfire tonight for the first elimination of Total Drama Sims...

@thebramblewood @comfyinn @mayzie-grobe @chaoticpixls @simsinfinitylt @softle0 @ashubii @void-critters @wastelandwhisperer @seyvia @akitasimblr @micrathene-w @prismaticpotentia @aniraklova

[astradyke]

hiii mare <3 do u have any recs or favorite videos if i were 2 check out ur white guys youtube channels?

oh camden my darling mutual dont i have some for you (sorry i left this ask for a while, i hadnt had the chance to sit down and look but im doing that now ^_^)

I do love Daniel Howell but i am not as well versed in his solo content (excl. We're All Doomed which ive seen once, & Basically I'm Gay which ive seen maybe seven times)-- I was fond of Dystopia Daily and so I'll recommend Dan's Grandma Explains the Internet as the one i rewatch the most.

I have a LOT of AmazingPhil recommendations, so Im going to confine this to more recent ones so i dont get ahead of myself. Im going to start with a few collab videos hosted on the AP channel: Keeping or Yeeting My Entire Closet with Dan is a new-age classic, as is Dan is leaving me. What Dan and Phil Text Each Other 2 changed my entire life so i have to recommend it for like psychological reasonings.

Making whipped tiktok Coffee - Easter Edition is one of my all time favorite solo phil videos for no discernable reason, i love it so much-- it'sjust silly and weird and fun! Similar fun and whimsy in I Tried Floating in a Sensory Deprivation Tank for Three Hours. Ranking all the Dan and Phil Apartments is also a silly one :P

Im going to try to keep the recommendations low on this end, i know i am missing so many iconic videos but i dont want to be like super overwhelming here. that being said... onto DanandPhilGAMES:

Dan and Phil play the needlessly gendered GIRL JENGA is super recent and is cementing itself as a favorite really fast. Our Phanniversary Newlyweds Game is probably my top 3 favorite DAPG's videos of all time, also came out last year. Date Night with Dan and Phil is also really fun and probably the video ive rewatched the most out of the latest batch aside from maybe Phanniversary. DAN AND PHIL MASSIVE PIZZA MUKBANG 2 is a sequel to like a phandom-famed mukbang video back in late 2018; this one has better vibes & a lot of really fucking funny segments that made me cry laughing, but also kind of talks about the time gap between that 2018 video and the current one, so it's kind of a sentimental history lesson by the end bit lol. Lastly, Dan and Phil Are Getting Divorced - It Takes Two #1 is one of their most phandom-famous gaming videos post hiatus, where they actually do in fact play a game (congratulations to them! sorry all my recs are not video gaming related thus far lol). it's a series that is kind of on hiatus but i have high hopes for when tour wraps up :D

ANYWAY I hope this helps you get a start!!! I can give more specifics if there's a certain kind of content you're looking for, and im sure our other shared mutuals/friends could also direct you to some great videos :P bc my list is superrrr biased lol

much love <333

[avomagazine]

The live report of WACK in the UK vol. 5 is now online! Check out the highlights of this energetic event before vol. 6 kicks off soon.

Read the full live report on AVO Magazine by JJ Grant (text and photography, @/wonderlensmusic on behalf of AVO Magazine)!

[emilys-bangs]

Tagged by @temilyrights to shuffle my on repeat playlist and let my followers vote on their favorite song. Ty for the tag!!💗

No pressure tags: @notaboypossiblyagenius @catssluvr @callitacurse <3