#201 texts

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Why shouldst startled in a funny way you, had you still”)

Burning this rude bench; an iron-pointed   do allow that tongued laurels wore, and given   in pieces. Why shouldst startled in a funny way you, had you still. And when have I see the house falling but beauty at   work out that eyes pity, while, the Bows the   white throne where I have turn’d me no more wretched vote may light, the broad beam had not so. Human passions servants increas’d; for sullen   earth and weep together, brotherhood.   About its that my side. Last nights increase, cheered there be, for the Touch, Wit mixtures, childe is evening; after him gain on wave, for   worse: his souls that eyes, the rest. Desire   and cuckoo; cuckoo, cuckoo; cuckoo, cuckoo; cuckoo; cuckoo, cuckoo-buds of dyers.

[textsfromcybertron]

(201): i solemnly vow to never stick my penis into crazy again

(845): I give it a week.

[risequotes]

Daily Rise Quotes: DAY 201

Donnie: So, what you're really saying is you're hungry for pizza.

Leo: Yes, I'm hungry for pizza. See, Donnie gets it.

(Rise of the TMNT: Issue #3)

[tambourineophelia]

in addition to that, remember how i found out my ex has a kid through his whatsapp icon??

(the kicker is, i only looked at it because my fucking grandma told me on the phone: oh you know how i kept his number, because I always thought...* well looking at his new picture I might just delete it now...)

well at christmas i wanted to send myself some pictures i took with my mum's phone (with permission of course) and what do i see? she TEXTED HIM MERRY CHRISTMAS. we broke up over three years ago! ma'am this man didn't even send you a fucking condolence card when dad died! he does NOT get a merry christmas!!

so I told her that. she was a little snappy about it, which annoyed me because sorry, this is -my- old heart break, I'm not texting your exes either?? (or my ex's parents for that matter) but then! she said: but I DO wonder what kid he's holding there...

and I was like mum, what the heck, that's obviously HIS kid, what other child would that be

and she was SO CONFUSED. MOTHER! WHAT

[911described]

[image descriptijon: six gifs of buck and eddie from the show 911. the gifs are blurry since the shots had buck and eddie in the background and were not the focus of the scene. the first five gifs are from the same scene in episode 201 under pressure, while the sixth gif is from 614 performance anxiety

plain text caption: #blurry buddie save me save me blurry buddie

gif 1 of 6: buck, back to the camera, walking forward, then looks back to eddie who comes on screen his hands up as he rotates them in a dancing motion.

gif 2 of 6: buck sits down on the couch. then gets up ever so slightly to scoot over a little. the text reads scoots over

gif 3 of 6: both buck and eddie sitting on the couch now, eddie nudges buck. they're talking and smiling, leaning into each other

gif 4 of 6: buck and eddie still on the couch, eddie looks away from buck. both smiling widely. but there's some distance between them. and eddie slightly moves as to get closer. the text again reads: scoots over

gif 5 of 6: buck and eddie still on the couch, and eddie scoots over, more obviously this time to get closer. the text reads: scoots over again with again in all caps

gif 6 of 6: buck and eddie stand between firetrucks with ravi whose back is to us. buck leans in as if to drop his head on eddie's shoulder but the gif cuts just before he rests it there fully

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#blurry buddie save me save me blurry buddie

[libidomechanica]

“If ancient for his own bones, your Faiths”

Would advice. And in the moon are though much I were there; one of the vale

you seize me. Beside my pain. Which Amphions lyre did their right be, or that

the tears would be forthwith came debtor for the port the few. What you have

done it: how I hate, my Arts to glowing! Resolved so woe-begone? The

rest in faith, and Rigour arm. If ancient for his own bones, your Faiths Defence

his brain is one said, and write then down, of every worst of benevolent

thou bringing the house. Each perplexes, mountains; he laies. Debt he

can grudge; then, drop of Oxford up your match those who give up the human

breast. Of homicide, but once we are’ who make out onely moated

gravity is like the tender light, and he knelt, and yet how clay shrinks

back of this upon the Cuppe, and long and safe into my hart did: if

he was led fruit; for that in my eyelids. Of laying like one and returned

it the mayne, to choose to mine, that time slow said she just as ever.

[textsfromcybertron]

(201): If I were trying to take advantage of you I would have maxed out all your credit cards by now.

[911described]

[image description (from alt text): 4 gifs of Buck and

Plain text caption: Buck Buckley, 9-1-1 S02E01 // S08E10

GIF 1: in season 2 episode 1, Buck stands up from a bench and says, "Okay, you."

GIF 2: in season 8 episode 10, Buck is in the car with Eddie driving and looks distressed. He says, "And you!"

GIF 3: in season 2 episode 1, Buck is standing and looks annoyed. He says, "You're my problem."

GIf 4: in season 8 episode 10, Buck is in the car with Eddie driving and ranting. He says, "You're just moving back to Texas, mm, like it's nothing."

/end ID]

BUCK BUCKLEY 9-1-1 S02E01 || S08E10

[norrisainz33]

Volley || OP81

☆ summary: in which oscar is obsessed with his olympic volleyball playing wife

☆ pairing: oscar piastri x olympic!reader

☆ fc & warnings: jordan thompson + pinterest & none

☆ requested: yes! thank you for the oscar and volleyball suggestion 🤍

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oscarpiastri: one last little trip before my gorgeous wife (god i love saying that) heads to paris! good luck champ 🧡

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user1: when will it be my turn

user2: they’re the cutest newly weds i hate it (i love it)

landonorris: let’s gooooo mrs piastri!!!!

ynpiastri: thank you lan 🥹

nicolepiastri: i’m so proud of you y/n/n!

ynpiastri: love you mama p 🤍

ynpiastri: thank you for the best getaway. see you soon my love 🫶🏻

oscarpiastri: i’ll be waiting with open arms 🤍

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ynpiastri: reporting live from paris!!! ready for my first ever olympics with the best team i could ever ask for. let’s get it girls 💪🏻

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user3: my god she’s gorgeous

user4: hit that ball!! or whatever it is you do in volleyball idk i love you and hope you win

lewishamilton: you got this 💪🏻

ynpiastri: thank you lew 🤍

user5: never watched volleyball before but you know darn well im tuning in for mrs piastri 🗣️

mclarenf1: sending love from the mtc

alexandrasaintmleux: good luck pretty girl

ynpiastri: says the prettiest girl

oscarpiastri: yes, that first picture is my phone background now! thank you!

ynpiastri: you’re so cute stop 🥹

landonorris: he’s telling the truth i saw it

texts between you and oscar

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teamusa: and just like that, our girls are headed to the next round! USA’s volleyball teams sweeps France to move onto the quarterfinals 💪🏻🇺🇸

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user8: Y/N SPOTTING

ynpiastri: could not be more proud of this team 😭

user24: we could not be more proud of you y/n

yourbff: AND I AM SO PROUD OF YOU MS GIRL

logansargeant: ayooo let’s goooo!!

user12: logan being here is so important to me ok

user18: loscar crumbs 🥲

oscarpiastri: that’s my wife 🗣️

user22: we know buddy, no one’s tryna take her

oscarpiastri: absolutely incredible match! so proud of everyone on this team

user65: oscar supporting everyone not just his girl is so wholesome

user66: oscar is the politest cat, making sure he compliments everyone

user88: america 🇺🇸 🦅🇺🇸

user24: came for y/n, staying bc i know love volleyball

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oscarpiastri: it’s missing y/n o’clock so enjoy some photos from our honeymoon. the gold medal match is tomorrow so i expect you all to tune in!

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user13: ty for reminding me i’m single

user14: mans is obsessed with his wife

landonorris: down bad o’clock i see

maxverstappen1: oh let him be! you’ll understand one day

oscarpiastri: what max said !!!

landonorris: okok i get it, i don’t know what it’s like to be a husband or whatever

ynpiastri: and when i say i miss you more?

oscarpiastri: brb hopping on a plane to paris

mclarenf1: oscar you have a race tomorrow

ynpiastri: pretty please admin

mclarenf1: who’s gonna drive the car then?

ynpiastri: zak!

mclarenf1: 🥹 be for real y/n/n

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oscarpiastri: how do you manage to always look so beautiful???

ynpiastri: osc 😭 you’re too sweet

oscarpiastri: never too sweet for you

landonorris: who’s your teammate 👀

ynpiastri: off limits norris

landonorris: you never let me have any fun y/n

ynpiastri: for good reason!!!

yourbff: you are glowing

user13: our favorite olympian fr

user22: i’ll be watching and screaming for mrs piastri like my life depends on it

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oscarpiastri: y/n “gold medalist” piastri. that’s it, that’s the post

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user44: yayyayayyayayaay !!!!!!

carmenmundt: my favorite volleyball star

georgerussell63: mine too!

logansargeant: RAHHHH AMERICA 🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸 (did i do it right?)

ynpiastri: yes 🤍

user2: AHAHA LOGAN

user3: he’s one of us

user66: my mom won her first gold medal not long after my dad won his first grand prix 🥹 oh i love them

landonorris: DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING CROM HERE?!

ynpiastri: omg that was you?

user4: i love their friendship

mclarenf1: congratulations mrs piastri!!!

nicolepiastri: that’s our girl! what an incredible moment 🧡

user88: so proud so proud

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oscarpiastri: my gold medal baby is home

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user18: husband oscar content 😭

landonorris: thank goodness, i couldn’t handle you crying about missing her anymore

ynpiastri: u were crying abt missing me too you muppet

landonorris: your point?

ynpiastri: glad to be back with you my boy 🤍

oscarpiastri: glad you’re back but i’m already looking forward to the next olympics!! i love seeing my girl succeed

logansargeant: a bunch of simps 🤭

user19: if my partner doesn’t post me like this i don’t want it

user22: @.my partner take notes 🗣️

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a/n: another installment of the olympic reader! as always thank you for reading 🫶🏻

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[linaslivery]

౨ৎ FOOLISH ONE ౨ৎ

masterlist / rules / requests & talks with me!

SUMMARY౨ৎ Love sucks. Men suck. Even worse? Your “date” stood up up. To cheer you up, your friend invites you to a F1 race to cheer on her boyfriend and meet some new people. Not your thing. But a new face gives you hope.

PAIRING ౨ৎ Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS ౨ৎ men sucking ass and being assholes (lando not included), spelling mistakes

A/N ౨ৎ i’ve been holding back this fic longer than i should have 🥴 enjoy!!

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201 people replied to your stories!

user1 DONT TELL ME WHAT I THINK HAPPENED HAPPENED :((

user2 all she wants is love bro 😞

user3 being stood up for the 3rd time is so tough. i’m so sorry lovely ❤️‍🩹

lilyzneimer my baby :(( text the gc if you want to talk 🩷

→ y/n_l/n i will in a bit i just need to recollect myself 🥹

oscarpiastri who needs to be run over. name and address.

→ y/n_l/n oscahhhh 😭😭

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📍 Sunshine State

y/n_l/n going on a trip 🌺🌴☀️🐬

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user1 i hope you have a wonderful trip especially after what happened :(

user2 girl you deserve this trip after the cheating ex-bf and 3 ghosters

user3 I NEED TO KNOW WHERE TO 😩😩

→ y/n_l/n that’s a secret 🤫

user4 you deserve this so much. men suck ass

→ y/n_l/n MEN SUCK ASS 🗣️ 🔥 !!!

oscarpiastri something tells me i’m going to regret this

→ user5 WHAT DO YOU KNOW OSCAR

→ user6 i’m telling you guys it’s a gp

→ user7 gp??? you guys know she hates them and she said it plenty times before 😭😭

→ user8 you never know.. 😋

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562 people replied to your stories!

user8 HELLO DID YOU AND LILY LOSE Y/N??? 😭😭

user9 STOP NO WONDER SHE LOOKED SO LOST IN OTHER PEOPLE’S TWEETS😭

lilyzneimer oscar, y/n is actually going to kill us. why did she even leave the garage?!

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ she needed to use the bathroom but i sorta forgot her directions aren’t… the best. → lilyzneimer she’s never coming back to a gp ever again. → oscarpiastri ✔︎ yeah. i wouldn’t be surprised.

landonorris ✔︎ i think i have who you’re looking for..

y/n_l/n OSCAR JACK PIASTRI OPEN YOUR MESSAGES RN A GUY GAVE ME HIS NUMBER

oscarpiastri ✔︎ why am i scared…

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738 people replied to your story! 849 people replied to your story!

user10 “who is this man” GIRL THATS LANDO NORRIS 💀💀

→ y/n_l/n lando who now

→ user10 your..? your best friends team mate..?

user11 NOT LANDO TRYING TO FLIRT WITH HER WHILE OSCAR IS TRYING TO FIND HER

user12 why do lando and y/n look like they got caught doing something they aren’t supposed to do 😭

user13 the lando y/n meeting wasn’t expected but now? it’s a need.

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landonorris ✔︎

landonorris WWE FUCKIJG DID IT. P1 🏆

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user14 HE DID IT!!

→ user15 IT TOOK A COUPLE YEARS BUT HE DID IT!!!

user16 sochi??? what’s sochi??? i only know miami!!

oscarpiastri ✔︎ well done man 👏👏👏

lewishamilton ✔︎ WELL DONE

y/n_l/n y’know… f1 races aren’t so bad

*♥️ by Author !!*

→ landonorris ✔︎ it’s better with you here. i mean, i did win the one race you’re here 😏

→ user17 lando making the moves??

→ user18 the second hand embarrassment because she didn’t reply back after that 😭😭

oscarpiastri ✔︎ @ landonorris making moves on one of my best friends??

→ landonorris ✔︎ why not?

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ but why

→ landonorris ✔︎ why not

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ but why tho 😐

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y/n_l/n

📍 Italia

y/n_l/n he said whoever loses pays.

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user19 LANDO-Y/N PT 2???

user20 is she there for emilia-romangna???

→ user21 I THINK SO

→ user22 the way they are fueling my delusion

user23 why are the cute together 🥴

→ user24 they can literally just be friends

→ user25 yeah and friends play chess and explore italy which is a romantic destination 💀

oscarpiastri ✔︎ sooo… did he win?

→ y/n_l/n are you kidding me? i wiped the floor with him

landonorris ✔︎ $100 down the drain 😐

→ y/n_l/n down the drain? more like down into my stomach

→ landonorris ✔︎ yeah yeah 😒

→ y/n_l/n ✔︎ don’t get pissy with me YOU are the one that insisted on going there AND paying BEFORE the chess game 🤨

→ user26 STOP THAT’S CUTE :((

user27 y/n and lando hanging out even though she hates grand prixs? this was not on my 2024 bingo card

→ user28 it def wasn’t but lord do they look good together

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landonorris ✔︎

landonorris fun days 🌊

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user29 HELLO THE SECOND PHOTO???

→ user33 mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy-

user30 IT SO OBVIOUSLY HER

→ user31 her?? who’s her??

→ user32 y/n!! she’s oscar and lily’s friend and hanged out with lando not too long ago actually

→ user31 oh. but how do we know it’s her???

carlossainz55 ✔︎ little lando norris isn’t so little anymore 😆 they grow up so fast 😭

→ landonorris ✔︎ haven’t been little for the past 8 years…

→ carlossainz55 ✔︎ i don’t know the texts send say otherwise

oscarpiastri ✔︎ huh. interesting.

→ landonorris ✔︎ …😰

oscarpiastri ✔︎ @ y/n_l/n you left me and lily for him? this guy?

→ user33 OSCAR CALLING HER OUT FOR LEAVING THEM???

→ user34 classic oscar fashion 💀

→ y/n_l/n he promised me that he had something worthwhile 😕

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ i did not need to know this.

→ y/n_l/n wdym???

→ y/n_l/n OMG OSCAR

→ y/n_l/n YOU LITTLE SHIT I DIDN:T MEAN IT LIKE THAT

→ y/n_l/n LANDO SAID HE HAD THE GOOD HÄAGEN-DAZS ICE CREAM :((

→ landonorris ✔︎ and it was some very good häagen-dazs ice cream 😏

→ y/n_l/n YOU’RE NOT HELPING LAN 😭😭

→ user35 LMAOAOOA

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y/n_l/n

320 people replied to your story!

landonorris ✔︎ dare I say.. boyfriend material?

→ y/n_l/n husband actually ☝️☝️

→ landonorris ✔︎ updates already?? barely even a month in 🥴

→ y/n_l/n what can I say? You’re the one and when you know, you know 🩷

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landonorris ✔︎

landonorris might have lost the race… but at least i’ve won first her heart :)) (ps: the only blonde that would separate us is if you dye yours blonde)

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user36 THE CAPTION 😭😭

user37 AFTER THE DRAMA??

user38 bro said “lemme make a statement” after the accusations 😭

user39 everyone assumed so quickly as if it wasn’t obvious y/n and lando were dating

user40 i was expecting this but wasn’t at the same time

y/n_l/n ✔︎ yeah maybe second place

→ landonorris ✔︎ can i not be loving and romantic?? 😞😞

→ y/n_l/n ✔︎ just joking love you my mystical gnome 🩷

→ landonorris ✔︎ MYSTICAL GNOME???

→ user41 HELLO THATS SO RANDOM

oscarpiastri ✔︎ break her heart, and i’ll run you off the track

→ landonorris ✔︎ yes sir. won’t happen sir.

y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n i think i could get used to this sorta love. 🩷

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francisca.cgomes cutie(s)

→ y/n_l/n no u 🤭

→ landonorris ✔︎ it hasn’t even been a month and you already took my girl??

→ francisca.cgomes ✔︎ you snooze you lose 🤷‍♀️

user42 THEY BOTH DID IT!!

user43 CONFIRMED I REPEAT Y/N-LANDO IS CONFIRMED!!

user44 ITS HAPPENING GUYS Y/N FINALLY GOT A BF!!

lilyzneimer thank me everyone!! im the one that convinced her to go to the grand prix!!

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ thank you lily!! (i don’t get to hear y/n’s heart breaking because of idiots)

→ user45 thank you lily!! (we all say in unison.)

user46 all it took was one miami win and one text message to convince y/n.

→ user47 booking my own miami ticket after this 👩‍💻

oscarpiastri ✔︎ okay… maybe you guys are just a bit cute

landonorris ✔︎ who’s that pretty girl and handsome man in the photos?? 🤔

→ y/n_l/n hmmm… i heard their names are y/n and lando the best couple to ever??? even though her boyfriend is a little stupid at times she still loves him 🩷

→ landonorris ✔︎ loooovveee youuuuuu

→ landonorris ✔︎ but seriously. i love you so much and i’ll never take you for granted or do any of the nasty crap you went through. you deserve the world my love ❤️

→ y/n_l/n what if i cried.

→ landonorris ✔︎ then i’ll wipe your tears.

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ aw. (im hurling)

[911described]

[image description: 7 gifs paralleling Chimney Han and Evan Buckley

Gif 1: A blended gif of Chimney and Buck. On the left is Chimney in 212 in his striped bartender outfit, speaking to someone offscreen. On the right is Buck in 405 in his bartender outfit and with frosted tipped hair. He smiles and looks down. Overlayed over the gif in large white font is the word: "Bartender". Underneath in smaller font is: "(Immediately before becoming a firefighter)"

Gif 2: A gif of Chimney and Buck in 704. They are outside in casual athletic wear. Chimney sighs while Buck smiles and speaks to someone offscreen. The overlayed white font is: "Known by nickname".

Gif 3: A blended gif of Maddie and Albert. On the left is Maddie in 201. She is in the shower covering herself and yelling at Buck. On the right is Albert in 311 showing up at Chimney's door, smiling in confusion. Overlayed in large white font is: "Sibling surprise" and in slightly smaller font underneath: "Sibling they haven't seen in years showing up at their apartment."

Gif 4: A blended gif of Buck and Chimney. They are both on ventilators in a hospital bed, with their eyes closed. On the top left is Buck in 611, and on the bottom right is Chimney in 213. Overlayed in large white font is: "Coma bros"

Gif 5: A blended gif of Kevin Lee and Daniel Buckley. On the left is a photograph of Kevin from his funeral in 212. On the right, Buck's hands are holding a photo of Daniel from 404. Overlayed in large white font is: "Survivor's guilt" and underneath it in smaller font is: "Has a dead brother who they feel responsible for not saving."

Gif 6: A blended gif. The top gif is of Chimney with the Lees in 311. Chimney is huggiing Mr. Lee, while Mrs. Lee smiles and says Maddie (uncaptioned). At this, Chimney turns and runs towards Maddie. On the bottom gif is Buck and Bobby in 611. They are sitting in the hospital room and laughing with each other. The overlayed white font is: "Unofficial official parents".

Gif 7: A blended gif of Buck and Chimney. The left shows Chimney from 517. He is shirtless and unconscious, and Jonah (offscreen) places paddles on Chimney's chest. The right shows Buck in 610. He is in his firefighter gear and dangling from the ladder, unconscious. It is raining. The overlayed large white font is: "Heartstopper". Underneath it in smaller font is: "Literally. Their hearts actually stopped."

/end ID]

Buck & Chimney + (Very Specific) Parallels @lgbtqcreators bingo: blending [Image ID in ALT]

[wcters]

LETS RECONNECT

pairing: franco colapinto x fem!reader

summary: pictures of franco and a girlfriend from high school resurface which forces them to reconnect

request: “franco colapinto x reader fc (darianka) where they were highschool lovers but broke up and then someone finds old cute pics of them and they reconnect and start dating again smau please”

warnings/contents: rumours

author’s note: faceclaim is darianka sanchez, darianka on ig, i spent like 2 hours straight on this cause i was excited, hopefully you guys like it !!!!! i’m pretty proud of it 😌

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f1gossip photos have come out recently that picture franco colapinto and model y/n y/l/n from high school 👀

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user1 i had no idea they even knew each other

user2 why are so many rumours of franco dating random people coming out 💀

↳ user3 honestly, but this one has proof

user4 do we even know if this is real?

↳ user5 they did go to the same high school. he moved to Italy when he was 14 and she was doing school there

user6 how did no know this? like some had to have known

user7 you have to admit they look good together

user8 this is lowkey iconic

unknown

unknown

hello, is this y/n?

yes. who’s this?

unknown

it’s franco. franco colapinto

oh

how are you, franco?

franco ❤️‍🩹

i’m doing good

sorry that those photos got leaked. i don’t even know where they got them

it’s fine. people were going to find out eventually

i hope it doesn’t affect your career

franco ❤️‍🩹

no it’s fine

i hope it’s not affecting you to much

nope. just more notifications than normal but nothing bad

is there a reason you texted besides that or?

franco ❤️‍🩹

my pr team wants to contact you to put out statements and stuff clarifying the rumours

for sure. i’ll give you my email

franco ❤️‍🩹

it’s nice talking to you y/n

you too franco

congrats on p8 by the way ☺️

franco ❤️‍🩹

you watch me?

never stopped

i told you, i’d always support you

yourusername added to their story! francocolapinto added to their story!

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chanelofficial angèle, newly appointed house ambassador, JENNIE, margaret qualley, ananya panday, ning chang, lupita nyong'o, franco colapinto, arrive at the grand palais in paris on the occasion of the spring-summer 2025 ready-to-wear show on October 1st, as CHANEL makes its grand return in this historic place, emblematic setting of the house's shows for two decades.

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user1 they look so good ❤️

user2 why was franco invited?

↳ user3 y/n probably invited him

user4 is it a coincidence that franco is invited to a show that y/n is in??

user5 did you see the way franco was looking at y/n

↳ user6 he was startstuck

user7 y/n looked so good 😘😘

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yourusername spring-summer 2025

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lilamoss beaty queen!!

↳ yourusername that’s all you babe 😚

user1 you looked so good ❤️

user2 <333

francolapinto ❤️☺️

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user3 pretty girl

user4 stunner 🌟

user5 unreal 🔥

franco ❤️‍🩹

franco ❤️‍🩹

you did well at the show

thank you ☺️

how was it for your first show?

franco ❤️‍🩹

it was nice

lots of famous people there

yeah, that’s usually how it goes

hope you weren’t too overwhelmed

i know you’re not a big fan of being around lots of people

or at least you didn’t

franco ❤️‍🩹

it’s gotten better over the years, had to

anyway, thank you for inviting me

it was nice seeing you

you too

i’m going to the cota, we could get dinner after the race?

if you have nothing going on

franco ❤️‍🩹

i’d like that

i’ll let you know a time soon

you got it 🫡

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f1gossip ex-girlfriend of franco colapinto, y/n y/l/n, seen arriving in austin for the united states grand prix

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user1 i thought they said they were just friends 🤨

user2 this is such a wattpad plot

↳ user3 tumblr trope

user4 they are totally getting back together

user5 she has such good style ❤️

user6 she’s going to see a certain someoneeee

user7 cutie patootie 😚

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yourusername austin, here i come 🇺🇸

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user1 franco i see you lurking 👀

gigihadid cutie 🥰

user2 is this her first grand prix?

↳ user3 no, she went to austin last year as well for chanel

lilamoss the moment

user4 last year was for chanel, this year is for franco

user5 it’d be so cute if they got back together

user6 literal high school sweethearts

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f1gossip franco colapinto seen with ex-girlfriend going out for dinner after the austin grand prix

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user1 WHAT DOES THIS MEANNN

user2 just kiss and tell us you’re together 🙄🙄

user3 they’re definitely together

↳ user4 no cause look how close they are

user5 i saw that they kissed outside the restaurant

↳ user6 really?

↳ user5 yeah. my friend lives in austin and got a pic of it

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yourusername act casuaaaallll

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gigihadid 😍😍

user1 act casual about what? 🤨

user2 is that a man’s hand?

lilamoss 😉

↳ user3 what does this mean 😭

francolapinto 😊

user4 no chance for us anymore ladies 😔😔

user5 beautiful girl

user6 caption is me everytime i see someone i don’t like

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francolapinto novios de secundaria ❤️‍🩹

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yourusername 😚😚

user1 i knew it

user2 they’re so cute together

user3 wattpad plot type shit

lilamoss 😉😉

yourusername

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yourusername high school sweethearts

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francolapinto te amo ❤️

user1 cuties

user2 literal destiny

lilamoss too cute ☺️

user3 my girl ❤️

gigihadid meant to be together

[sillylotrpolls]

Bonus internet points will be awarded to anyone who actually tries this exercise before voting.

Assume you need to get the spelling at least somewhat close, and if a character has multiple names, only one counts. Also, if a character doesn't have a canonical name, I'm sorry, but "that guy's wife" doesn't count.

For reference, if you can name the 9 members of the Fellowship, the eponymous Hobbit and his 13 dwarf buddies, 3 prominent women, and the guy who runs the Rivendell B&B, that's 27 characters right there. And you probably also know the name of a dragon.

For further reference, Tolkien Gateway has 637 (!!) pages dedicated to Third Age characters. (Don't click that link until you've voted, of course)

Edit: Your humble pollmaker gave this a try, and got as far as 73 before deciding she was too tired to keep trying to remember dwarf and Silm names. If you also want to share (and don't mind people being incredulous at your having forgot ____), pastebin allows you to paste text and share it for free. :)

[reveriebae]

Prologue - Another Day in Eden Heights

ICE ON MY TITS SERIES

<<MASTERLIST | CHAPTER 1>>

You weren’t trying to be the center of attention. Not really. You just liked the feel of silk against bare skin. You liked the night breeze sneaking under your robe while you watered your tiny balcony plants in fuzzy slippers. You liked hearing your own heels click on the hallway tile. That wasn’t a crime.

It’s not your fault Eden Heights was filled with men who looked like walking sins and acted like your door was a revolving one.

You’d lived here for three months. Long enough to know which walls were thin. Long enough to learn who came home late. Long enough to learn whose stare lingered just a second too long when you passed by in your low-cut pajama top holding a cup of tea like it wasn’t the third time that night.

You lived in Room 203, right smack in the middle of the floor. Everyone had to walk past your door eventually. And more often than not, someone stopped. Or knocked. Or leaned a little too hard against the frame like they didn’t want to leave.

Eden Heights was chaos dressed as modern living—and your neighbors?

Oh. You’d learned their names.

Room 201 – Kim Hongjoong

Profession: Music Producer

He works odd hours. Always smells like coffee, leather, and unfinished lyrics. You hear him pacing late at night, music leaking through the walls like temptation. Sometimes he catches your eye through the balcony curtain. Shirtless. Hair damp. Staring like he’s composing something filthy just for you.

Room 202 – Park Seonghwa

Profession: Interior Designer

Impossibly clean, always in turtlenecks, and somehow glides when he walks. Seonghwa’s smile is pretty, but when he stands too close? That pretty turns dangerous. He offered to “fix” your living room layout once. You didn’t ask for help, but he was already moving furniture with his sleeves rolled up.

Room 204 – Jeong Yunho

Profession: Dance Instructor

Built like a Greek statue with the personality of a golden retriever. Yunho always says hi, always offers to help carry your stuff—and always finds a reason to stretch in tight sweatpants when you walk by. You swear he does it on purpose. You don’t mind.

Room 205 – Kang Yeosang

Profession: Web Developer

Mysterious. Quiet. Kind of too hot to be real. You’ve only seen Yeosang late at night, hoodie up, eyes sharp. He doesn’t talk much but looks at you like he already knows everything you’d do in bed. One time he held the elevator for you. He didn’t say a word. You still think about it.

Room 206 – Choi San

Profession: Personal Trainer

San is a walking thirst trap. Shirtless at 9am. Shirtless at 9pm. Shirtless in the elevator. He trains downstairs and always invites you—says he can “show you how to stretch properly.” You said no. Your thighs said maybe.

Room 207 – Song Mingi

Profession: Bartender

Tall, chaotic, and full of charm. Mingi gets home when everyone else is asleep and still manages to text the group chat like he’s wide awake. Smells like liquor and expensive cologne. Accidentally flirted with you before realizing you were his neighbor. Never stopped.

Room 208 – Jung Wooyoung

Profession: Bartender/Dancer

Loud. Flashy. Shameless. His humor is unfiltered, his flirting is dangerous, and his mouth is both the problem and the prize. He bartends downtown, dances on weekends, and struts through Eden Heights like it's his own personal catwalk.

He’s the guy who knows where the party is—or is the reason it got shut down.

Room 209 – Choi Jongho

Profession: Medical student

Responsible. Reliable. Hot as hell. Jongho’s the type who’ll fix your microwave without asking and leave before you can offer anything back. But when he looks at you? It’s not innocent. It’s clinical. Calculated. Like he’s reading your pressure points and wondering which one would make you moan first.

And just like that, another day ends in Eden Heights.

You shut your curtains. Or maybe you don’t.

You lock your door. Or maybe you forget.

Somewhere in the hallway, footsteps echo past midnight.

And your phone lights up.

Group Chat: “EDEN HEADS 🍆🌆”

Mingi: "Who tf left their bra in the laundry room again 😭"

San: “It’s pink. It’s lace. And it’s mine now.”

Yeosang: “Shut up.”

Yunho: “Not gonna lie it looked expensive.”

Hongjoong: “Don’t touch it. Let her come get it herself.”

Seonghwa: “How do you know it’s hers?”

Jongho: “It smells like her.”

Mingi: “…Jongho?”

Jongho: “What?”

You: “That bra’s retired. You can keep it.”

San: “Holy fuck.”

Mingi: “God help us.”

Yeosang: “Too late.”

Another day in Eden Heights, huh?

You smirk.

This place might just kill you.

Or fuck you.

Or both.

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GIF 3: In a scene from episode 1, season 2, Buck is talking to Maddie in Abby's apartment, a serious look on his face. The text reads, 'Is determined to protect Maddie from Doug'.

GIF 4: A flashback from episode 5, season 4, a younger Maddie and Buck are standing by the jeep, in front of Maddie's parents as she talks to them angrily. The text reads, 'Defends Buck against their parents

GIF 5: In a scene from episode 5, season 4, Buck berates his parents angrily in Maddie and Chim's apartment. The text reads, 'Defends Maddie against their parents'

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the buckley siblings + the five love languages | 3/5

3. acts of service (id in alt text)

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(Previous) Relationship: Sakura Haruka x Florist!Reader Content Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Grief, Insecurity, Affirmation of friendship, Food as a love language, (kinda?) Napping together, Casual (+ Platonic) affection, Mentions of drinking together Summary: About twenty minutes before everyone was supposed to meet you at your house for lunch, Sakura texted saying he wouldn't be able to come. The moment Nirei told you it was because he had a loss in the family, you knew you wanted to be there for him. Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: This was a little tricky for me because I, being a canon-compliant bitch to the end, don't know the actual relationship between the people in Sakura's memories from ch. 172. Florist also doesn't know and it doesn't matter because Sakura's relationship with his grief would be complicated regardless and he likely wouldn't want to talk too much about it. As someone still dealing with grief (even years later) this was a little cathartic for me, and I hope it's that way for you, too. This chapter is sponsored by my wonderful ability to fuck up the omurice flip ✌ Very grateful to be able to tag @owoasis and @kweenkatsuki-fics 💜💜

Additionally, I think Sakura would still try to maintain his fighting skills for security (in addition to other skills he's picked up since joining Furin), so I gave him multiple, alternating jobs: day security/waiting with Roppo-Ichiza/Keisei Street and night security in the pub district.

Nerves eat at you as you raise your fist, tendrils of anxiety unfurling from your heart, twisting and clawing its way down your limbs as you rap against the door labeled 201, finding no response from the doorbell. There’s been this weight in your chest since you first received his text, twenty minutes before you were all supposed to meet at your house for lunch. You’d planned to check on him after entertaining the other two, but…

The door opens and Sakura greets you with wide eyes, brows pinched together in some mix of confusion and worry while his mouth opens, inhale shaky, dressed similarly to when he helped with the weddings. Did you interrupt him on his way out? Suo and Nirei both reassured you he’d be home today.

“Hey.” It doesn’t even sound like your voice, detached and foreign as you reassess whether you made the right move coming here. Was it too presumptuous? “Did you just come from the service?”

His brow furrows, leveling out the uneasy arches, and he shakes his head. “No. What’re you doin’ here?” Despite his expression, his voice lacks the bite you’ve come to expect from that question.

He sounds lost, not unlike how you feel.

Truth is, as soon as Nirei blurted out Sakura’s reason for canceling, you wanted to come. Them encouraging the impulse was all the okay you needed before you rescheduled lunch altogether. (They both assured you it was more than okay, but you still feel bad).

“I… don’t know.” His eyes drop to your hands, expression unchanging though you know he’s curious. “Ah, I brought… food. And sake, but mostly food. I can… I can leave it with you if you have somewhere to go or if you don’t want me—”

“No. And I’m not… I’m stayin’ here.” As he remains stock still in the doorway, unable to look up from your hands, you don’t know whether he wants you to stay or leave the food with him. He comes to a moment later, startling as his eyes jump to yours, looking more wet than before as he steps aside. “Uh… C’mon in.”

It’s not until you’re moving past him that he shuffles back in the small space, pressing him against the wall to make room for you like he can’t quite believe you’re in his apartment. Nudging the door shut with your elbow, you feel his attention on you, and you slip off your shoes, remembering the way nothing felt real after your grandfather died. Is it similar for him?

To the left is a kitchenette with its counters empty, save for the remnants of instant ramen packaging and empty water bottles. It reminds you of your first college dorm a little, but the simplicity suits him. Setting down the bags, you begin tidying, maneuvering through his space with ease.

Footsteps approach, and looking over your shoulder shows him nearing, hands halfway up in a partial attempt to get your attention. “You don’t have to—” His voice is distant and the lack of blush tells you more than you think he knows.

“No, but I want to.”

It freezes him where he stands and the way he looks at you—it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him and thought he looked small. He looks… vulnerable. If you two were better friends, you’d probably hug him right now, but you aren’t. You don’t know what kind of comfort he needs, what you could offer to help. So you focus on the tangible.

“Have you eaten?” To your right, you spot his chabudai through the open door, though there’s no sign of the ramen belonging to the empty packaging. When you receive no answer from him, you turn.

“Had some ramen earlier.”

“When was ‘earlier?’”

Suddenly unable to meet your eyes, he looks away. How much of his languor is grief and how much of it is not taking care of physical needs? It doesn’t matter. His silence tells you it’s been longer than it should’ve been.

“Well then. I think you’ll be happy with the spread.”

“Wait, what about lunch?” There’s a hint of urgency to his question, almost as if he’s remembering what you had planned for the day.

Turning back to the bags, you start unloading them, letting him see the different containers. He comes next to you and you glance over, watching as whatever protestations he had evaporate. “I brought it. Suo and Nirei both agreed to reschedule when we could all eat together. Go sit down. I’ll bring it over.”

He obliges, eyes lingering on the food before turning around. It must’ve been longer than he’s used to since he ate. As you open his cabinets in search of plates, you come across your vase, cleaned and tucked away on the shelf above. Smiling to yourself, you set everything up, a light fluttering behind your ribs (whether because of his interest in your food or the care he gave your gift, you aren’t sure). Even still, you hesitate in setting a space for you, something he invariably notices. Anxiety eats at you again, wondering whether you’re imposing, whether he’s comfortable sharing this grief with you.

“What’re you doing?”

“Sakura… I—” When you meet his stare, you’re surprised by its intensity. “I haven’t imposed on you at all, have I?” The question feels wrong as it comes out.

“The hell are you talkin’ about?”

“Would you like me to stay?” you try again, phrasing it differently.

His gaze softens before it seems like he’s seeing through you. After a beat, his eyes fall to the table and he says, “If you want. Doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me.”

Clicking his tongue against his teeth, he remains unable to look at you. His stomach rumbles audibly and he ducks his head, that familiar bit of embarrassment poking through. Still, he doesn’t move to enjoy the food laid out before him and you read between the lines. Even with his propensity toward obliging requests, he wouldn’t have let you in if he truly felt you were unwelcome. He wouldn’t be sitting here, not eating, if he didn’t want you to join him.

When you start making your space beside him, he relaxes, shoulders no longer hunched, posture turning casual. Lowering yourself and tucking your legs beneath you, you grab your chopsticks, waiting for him to look at you.

“I’ll stay.”

The tips of his ears turn pink, but he doesn’t look away, allowing you to see the gratitude that pools in his eyes.

“Let’s eat.”

Satisfied you’re not going anywhere, he dives in, wasting no time in trying the dish closest to him. It isn’t until he gives an appreciative hum that you join him.

“So this is what you finally decided to make, huh?” he asks between bites, eyes flickering from the food to you. He seems more grounded now, closer to the Sakura you’ve come to know.

“Hm?”

“It’s… It’s good.”

The compliment sets off a wave of fluttering in your gut before you remember earlier in the week.

When you asked Nirei if he had a meal preference, he promised you he’d be happy with whatever you offered them. The same question to Suo resulted in his usual evasiveness until he told you he’d enjoy whatever Sakura requested. And Sakura gave you reluctance before supplying you with the same noncommittal answer as Nirei. He stopped answering your messages when you threatened to ask Kotoha, instead showing up to walk you home from work at the end of the day, wanting to talk in person. Omurice, he admitted, one of the dishes you’d have to practice before sharing with someone else, but his excitement at your promise to learn guaranteed that you’d serve omurice the next time you’d have them over.

All of that feels so long ago, even though it was only Monday.

“Yeah, I think I wanted to show off a bit after everything,” you say, chuckling to yourself.

Swallowing, he takes a moment to look at the spread before looking at you again. “You can make all this but you can’t make omurice?”

When you laugh, you catch the corner of his lips quirking. “I think you underestimate that flip.” He doesn’t need to know how many times you’ve had failed omurice for dinner over the last week.

“Where’d ya even learn how to do all this?”

“My great uncle has a restaurant in the next city. After my grandfather died, he came around to help and ended up teaching me and my brother a bit.”

“A bit?” he asks, raising a brow as he looks at the now half empty dishes.

“A bit. I mean, it’s not restaurant quality in the least.”

Shrugging, he grabs his water, twisting off the lid. “I think it tastes great.” He takes a swig from his water and you take a moment to appreciate his praise, feeling more than seeing when he grows somber once more. “The others. They didn’t… They were okay with putting lunch off?”

When you had opened the door earlier, concern weighed down the atmosphere for everyone. It was enough that even Suo’s mask was slipping. The moment you asked after Sakura, it came spilling from Nirei’s lips, and as soon as you expressed interest in seeing him, the address was already being sent to your phone.

“More than okay. I’m a little surprised they didn’t join me.”

His eyes shift to the right, not wanting to meet yours, and his shoulders lift slightly. “They… came ‘round yesterday.” As you nod, his shoulders lower on a sigh, relaxing when he reaches for more food. Before he plops it on his waiting tongue, he hesitates. “Did… Did they tell you to come?”

There’s something undecipherable in his question, a quiver you never thought you’d hear from him. “Not quite. I… I wanted to and Nirei encouraged me. He’s the one who gave me your address.”

As much as you want to check his reaction, you’re struck by the memory of when you and your brother tried taming the neighborhood cat. Each time you tried to pet it and called out to it, it’d run. It wasn’t until you stopped looking that it approached, nudging your hand on its own terms. So you keep your attention on what remains of the food, catching only a slight nod in your periphery before he begins chewing.

You want to ask him about it—how he’s doing, whether there’s anything you can do to ease his burden—but you get the sense that you’re doing it. He seems livelier than twenty minutes ago, seems better with some honest food in him. Perhaps all he needs is some semblance of normalcy.

“Did you know they got me an orange tree?”

Freezing beside you, his mouth falls open before processing your question. “Oh. They actually went through with that?”

“Did you all talk about it?” You figured the tree was Suo’s idea given its meaning (especially compared to other fruit trees and their potential blossoms), so it surprises you to know that Sakura was in on it, too.

When your eyes meet his, he looks away, though you notice a brief shimmer of gold, almost as though assessing whether you’re actually looking at him. “You were sayin’ that you didn’t have much time and you wanted to do more with your garden. Maybe a fruit tree or somethin’ and I thought you might… I dunno.”

“So it was you?” You’ve mentioned the garden to the group in passing, but you’ve only brought up the desire for a fruit tree with Sakura.

“It wasn’t,” he denies, leaning forward, the tiniest bit of pink appearing on his face. “Suo’s the one who said an orange tree would be best! If you wanna blame someone—”

“I don’t want to blame anyone,” you laugh, watching as he slumps forward. (If that’s the case, you’re glad Suo didn’t recommend a cherry tree). “I wanted to thank you. I look forward to planting it.”

Tilting his head, black hair falls over his white, and he peeks up at you through a tired, stormy blue eye, observing you as you get up to clear the table. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The silence that falls isn’t as oppressive, as suffocating as when you first arrived. No longer does he look like he’s caught in the limbo of his grief. As you clean off the table, he comes forward, leaning on it with exhaustion you’ve only seen a handful of times. Resting his hand in the palm of his hand, he watches as you clean the dishes and you’re glad he’s rooted in place. For him to not offer (not that you’d allow him to), he must be truly exhausted. Before joining him again, you open your second bag, revealing the plants of the day.

Setting the potted bamboo on the windowsill, you bring the chrysanthemum and China aster to the table. Sakura straightens when you do, eyeing the flowers with brief recognition. Typically a funeral flower, you only brought one, more in respect to his grief than anything. And the aster? More a promise to him, even if he doesn’t know its meaning.

When you sit, you keep your legs to the side, bringing you closer to Sakura than intended, though he doesn’t seem to mind, still focused on the flowers.

“How’ve you been sleeping?”

“W-What?” He turns to look at you, brows knitting together in confusion before he realizes your proximity.

“Have you been sleeping okay?” Leaning in slightly, you notice the circles beneath his eyes and the subtle red that you doubt is indicative of tears shed (though you can’t be certain).

“I-I’ve been fine! Don’t worry about it.”

“But I am worried about it. When my grandfather died, I… Sleep was hard to come by.”

He sniffs, looking away, though he shifts his position, getting more comfortable. “It’s been fine. M-Maybe I’ve been waking up more.”

“Yeah, that’s common.” When he shifts his weight to his left arm, he’s close enough that you can feel the heat from his body. “I could bring chamomile tea if that would help.” With how quickly he turns at the suggestion of you leaving (even if tucked inside the idea of returning), you feel the truth of his isolation right now. When you don’t move, don’t do anything but watch with patience, he calms, though that vulnerability is still present. “Do you want to try to take a nap?”

“What, together?!” He leans away from you, red shooting up from his neck, covering his entire face.

“Together. Not. Sometimes having someone next to you can help sleep.”

“I-It’s too bright out to sleep,” he says a little too quickly.

“You say that like we can’t close the curtains.”

If possible, his flush deepens, deep crimson, a shade you’ve never seen from him before. He sputters and pushes himself away until his knee knocks against the table. “Th-That’d—! P-P-People might get the wrong idea—!”

Raising both palms in surrender, you lean back, trying your damnedest not to laugh. “Do many people peep through your windows? It might be time to look into moving.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “We don’t have to. I only wanted to suggest it as an option.”

Bringing his knee up, he drapes his arm over it, using it to bury his face until only his eyes are peeking over his elbow. Never looking away from you, it feels like he’s waiting to hear your next suggestion. He doesn’t want you to leave, but he’s horrified at the prospect of napping together or even laying beside you. Perhaps…

“Are you familiar with quiet wakefulness?”

“Huh? What’s that?” he mumbles, tracking the way you tilt your head until it’s almost resting on your right shoulder.

“Usually it’s done by simply laying down with our eyes closed with the intent to rest. It’s been found to help with stress and mood. I mean, it’s not as good as sleep, but it still helps keep us sharp, you know? Better than nothing and all.”

“Oh.”

“Do you want to try that instead?”

Looking down, his right lashes contrast against his pale cheeks. “Dunno. I’ve… I haven’t really taken a nap since I was a kid. Don’t remember how.”

There’s a flash of gold as you sigh, his eyes trained on you once more as you anticipate similar pushback for your next suggestion. “Do you want… You can rest your head on my shoulder if that might help? It’s fine if you don’t want to. I just… I want you to feel comfortable.”

This is how you’ve been useful in the past. When your maternal grandmother died, when your best friend’s father died, when your paternal grandfather died. You brought food, made sure they were drinking water, and you helped them sleep. It’s how you know how to be useful, but it only works if they’re receptive to it. Food and water is enough.

His golden eye turns vibrant again as pink dominates his face once more, but his gaze never wavers. You hear him swallow before speaking, voice cracking when he does. “Are you sure?”

With the barest of nods, you relax again, getting comfortable before growing still. Slowly, with exceeding care, he loosens up, incrementally coming closer until he goes stiff, suddenly unable to meet your gaze.

“Could— D-D’you think… you could close your eyes?” Again, his voice is small, and you find it impossible to deny him.

“Of course.” You oblige, listening to the rustling of his clothes as he makes his way over. The air around you changes, tense, nervous, and you hear shaky, shallow breaths before feeling the heat of them on your shoulder. His hesitation is palpable, the distance between you two electric, but enough to know that he waits, afraid to come closer.

“We don’t have to do this—”

“Just— Sh-Shut up, will you?” The words come out like a plea, breathy and strained. A weight comes to rest on your shoulder, though it’s significantly lighter than you expected. “N-Now what?”

“Close your eyes and try resting.”

His exhale is shaky, uncertain, but you don’t want to ask or reassure again (you’re starting to worry that it’s only making his anxiety worse). Focusing inward, you notice the rapid beating of your heart for the first time. Regulating your breathing, you attempt to slow it, to ease your own nerves, feeling subtle movement next to you. Peeking open an eye, Sakura’s picking at his nails.

“That’s not very restful, is it?”

“Shit, sorry,” he mutters, breath heating up your shoulder as he ceases.

Chuckling, you barely turn to the right, his hair tickling your cheek, the warmth of his skin heating yours. “You don’t need to apologize.”

He grunts in response, the sound growing in comfort.

Again, you try centering yourself, letting yourself simply exist in the moment—the press of Sakura against your shoulder; the weight of his breaths against your back; the steady beating of your own heart; the feel of your hands held together, sitting in your lap. It works for another couple minutes before he sighs, the end of it weighed by mild exasperation.

“It’s not working.”

“Sakura,” you laugh, feeling him freeze behind you, “you haven’t really tried. Are you comfortable as you are?”

A beat, and then— “No.”

“Get comfortable.”

A sound rises in his chest, a grumble of sorts as his head rises, and you expect that he’ll pull away, too flustered to keep trying (the fact that he was willing to try at all makes you happier than he needs to know). Instead, he finally relaxes, closing whatever distance remained, fully pressing into your side. His arm comes to rest behind you, against you, and he places his head back where it was.

“N-Now what?” It’s gruff, probably a defense from the heat that radiates from him.

“Focus on the sound of my breathing.”

“Sounds easy ‘nuff.”

And for the third time, you relax, content with the trust he’s exhibiting. More than content. You don’t know who it is that he lost, but it’s obvious his relationship with grief is complicated. Him trusting you with this… perhaps you’re closer friends than you had originally thought.

It’s not much longer that he slumps against you, that his breaths turn shallow with sleep, that you’ve succeeded in your goal. The minutes carry on and you’re unable to focus on much beyond the gentle rise and fall of his chest against your back. He shifts in his sleep, turning his head until he’s no longer stable on your shoulder, and in your attempt to put him back, you end up turning. Still drowsy, he remains pliable, allowing you to shift you both until he’s curled on his side with his head in your lap.

His breathing changes, deeper, indicative of wakefulness, so you stroke his hair, trying to lull him asleep once more. After a minute or two, his breathing returns to that same state as before, though you don’t stop. Honestly, you lose track of time as you two stay like this, and it’s only the buzzing of your phone in your jacket pocket some time later that distracts you.

It’s the group chat—Nirei asking if Sakura wants him to bring over dinner—and it’s the first time you realize Sakura’s phone is nowhere to be heard. Checking the time before you put your phone away, you see it’s been a little over an hour and a half since you arrived.

Sakura’s head turns in your lap and, given the way his breathing’s changed again, you realize he’s awake. As much as you’d like to brush the hair from his face, you’re worried it’d be akin to looking at the stray cat as it nudged your hand. You two sit in comfortable silence, your hand resting on his head while he remains in whatever state of rest he’s found himself in for a few minutes more.

“Why’d you bring sake?” he asks, voice groggy, moving only so far as to tighten his fists where they sit by your knees. It’s more curiosity than anything, like he’s trying to understand your thought process (you’d like to know yourself).

“I… don’t know. That’s just what we did when my grandfather died, and what we did when my friend’s father died. Came over with food and sake and… I dunno.”

“I don’t… drink.” He almost sounds bashful about that fact, and when you glance down, he’s pointedly avoiding your stare.

“Oh. Well, how was I supposed to know?” The sound of your laugh pulls at the corner of his lips.

“Sorry,” he says without force.

“If you don’t want it, I can take it back. It’s not a big deal.”

Without thinking, your fingers start stroking his hair again, gentle as they brush it. His fists clench, then release, and he holds his breath when you pause, seemingly releasing it when you tentatively start again.

“I… could have a drink with you.”

“You don’t have to, not if you don’t drink.”

His blush appears, turning the tips of his ears pink then splotching across his cheeks. “It’s not— I mean… I-I’ve never had a drink. It’s not like I have a reason n-not to.”

Surprise freezes you, your hand lifting from his hair, and he half-turns with a light glare that disappears when he meets your eyes.

“Really?” It comes out much more shocked than you mean it, and it’s enough that he pushes himself from your lap, a little dizzy as he does so quickly. “Even though you work in the pub district?”

His brows furrow in indignation. “I don’t just work for the pub district!”

“My apologies,” you say, your hands coming to cover your mouth (and to hide your involuntary smile). “Where else do you work?” This blush is unexpected, especially after his little outburst. It deepens when you tilt your head and lean in, silently requesting his attention. “Sakura?”

“I… I work with Roppo-Ichiza, too.” His eyes flick away from yours as soon as he finishes speaking.

“What’s that?”

It’s his turn to be surprised, head jerking back as his eyes narrow slightly. “They’re… It’s… Keisei Street. I’m there during the day, mostly.”

“Oh.” Keisei… Street? Oh. “Really?” How fascinating that he’s never had a drink despite working in both the pub district and the red-light district!

“Wh-What, ‘really?!’”

“Nothing.”

Turning away with your dismissal, you’re surprised when Sakura leans forward, just a bit. “No, if you have somethin’ to say, say it!”

“I guess it makes sense. You see all these people misbehaving because of alcohol, you’d probably be less likely to want to try it, right?”

He stumbles backward when you lean forward. “Uh, s-sure.”

“I’m curious: how’d you end up working for either?” When his attention turns downcast, you reign in your excitement. “We don’t have to talk about it.”

He looks up at you, softer than you’ve seen from him, the hint of a chuckle escaping on his exhale. “Maybe later.”

“Yeah?” Returning his smile in kind, you wish you could see it more often.

He tracks the curve of your lips before red tints his cheeks. “Y-Yeah.”

“So, would you like to share a drink with me now, or later?”

“Would you be safe walking home if you had a drink here?” he asks, looking at the window.

Given his line of work, you’re not surprised he worries about that (especially given how you two met).

“What, you don’t trust me?” you tease with a smile. If you had some water and waited a bit, you’d be fine.

“It ain’t about that! I mean, I’d walk you home and shit if you wanted…” His sentence trails, the offer similar to the one he made Monday night. You’d be similarly worried about him making it home safe, considering his alcohol tolerance is unknown.

“How about this,” you start, leaning forward again. Taking him in, you appreciate the returned color to his skin, the energy he has now compared to earlier.

“What?”

“You come by my place and we drink there. Can be whenever.”

The sliver of defensiveness that he held onto slips, and you’re met with someone borderline eager to try something new. “I-I guess that’d work.”

Between the two of you (and between his two jobs), he would know when your schedules would align. Since it’s also a new experience for him, he’d be allowed to choose the terms by which it happens. Whatever other hesitations he has for drinking (a teasing Suo comes to mind), this would be a safe option. You’ve come up with worse ideas.

“What about…” His voice pulls you from his reverie, though he’s still working on whatever he’d like to propose. “Is… tomorrow too soon?”

“Tomorrow?” So soon? At his hesitant query, you smile. “For you, I can make it work.”

His expression falls and he shakes his head. “You don’t gotta go out of your way or nothing! Not if it doesn’t already work.”

“I think you misunderstood me. For you, it’s not going out of my way. We can drink sake together tomorrow.”

Flower Glossary:

Orange Tree: Generosity Orange Blossom: Purity, Your purity equals your loveliness

Bamboo: Loyalty, Strength, Steadfastness

Chrysanthemum (White): Truth, Grief, Death, Respect

China Aster: Fidelity, I will think of you

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