#curlies celebration challenge

[maddy-ferguson]

i was watching heartbreak high the other day (i'm actually 12) and i was looking at a certain actor thinking like i wish women were allowed to be ugly

[russellsppttemplates]

I'll never give up on you (Franco Colapinto)

You think your age is an obstacle, but Franco is set on proving you otherwise

Note: english is not my first language. It's the big doe eyes, the curly hair and the fact that he's very funny, isn't it? It's a very crappy situation for everyone how they got here, everyone recognises that. This is also the first time I'm writing for him 🤍 I always feel and know I have to put this - for those who are here and have stayed, thank you for being so patient and for staying - I hope this is good enough ✨️

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests right now, so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to send them in but know that I don't know when I'll be able to get to them!

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Cw: reader is slightly older than Franco (three years), alludes to previous bad relationships, alcohol consumption, relationship insecurity, reader gets accidentally hurt

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog @hiireadstuff @c-losur3 @sltwins

"You look gorgeous, Y/N! I love love love this!", Olivia squealed, clapping her hands when she got to your bedroom.

"It's nothing special", you blushed at her compliments.

"It will catch some eyes, you will catch some eyes!", she smiled, "can you help me with my dress, please?", she turned around so you could zip her up.

You and your bestfriend Olivia shared an apartment in university, and once you entered into the job market, you quickly realised that it would be best to keep the same living situation, knowing you'd save some money in a beginner salary and you both felt comfortable about eachother. Her boyfriend Mark had just got a work promotion and he wanted to celebrate it with his friends, so you had been invited.

"Who else is going to be there?", you mused as you packed the essentials on your small purse.

"Some guys from the new department he's in now, Luke - the one we met a couple of weeks ago at the shops -", she began listing the names she recalled, "Amber, and Franco, I think - he doesn't have a race this week", Olivia said.

"Oh, okay", you smiled.

Franco Colapinto knew Mark from one of the teams he had driven for, and despite his career, he was an incredibly down to earth guy. You had met him in a few other occasions and he was funny, kind, always up for a challenge and not easy to persuade out of things. "Things" including flirting with you. At first, you thought it was just his nature and posture towards new people, but after realising he only acted like that towards you, and the fact that he kept making advances and going as far as talking to Olivia about it, you knew it was something else.

"You still haven't changed your mind about him? He's such a good match for you, Y/N/N", Olivia pouted.

The premise was simple - Franco was younger than you, and as much as he seemed interested, it would never lead to anything good. He was young, aspiring an amazing career you were sure he would achieve, and frankly, you couldn't see you in there. He would like to party all out, not have responsibilities and certainly not have to date someone older than him. And this was just at the top of your head - if you let your insecurities really work you up, there were many other reasons.

"We are not! If we did date, it wouldn't last long and I'm not up for that - I've learned my lesson", you tsked.

"You know he's very into you, I'm not sure you can get him to back down", Olivia advised, "I get that you have your walls, but maybe you could give him a chance?".

"He'll probably find someone else, if he hasn't already - now let's go!", you pulled her with you, not wanting to arrive late.

Once you were inside, you quickly spotted the group, greeting everyone and ordering some drinks.

"You're sure you don't want anything else?", Mark wondered.

"I don't feel like drinking anything strong today, but I'll toast to your promotion - congratulations again!", you hugged him.

"Careful, everyone!", you heard the argentinian accent call out, getting you to make room on the table so the bartender could set the tray with all the drinks, "Hello, Y/N, how are you?".

Turning to face Franco, you were instantly met with his bright smile, shiny eyes and wavy hair perfectly tousled, "Hi, I've been good, and you?".

"Even better now that you're here", he winked, "you look amazing by the way, that colour looks beautiful on you", he complimented.

Hoping the dim lighting hid your blushing cheeks you nodded, taking the coaster to our your drink on before looking at him, "thanks, it's not new or anything", you brushed him off.

The night was on a good roll until you came back from freshening up in the bathroom - just as you were about to sit on the high stool, a guy pushed his friend in a playful manner, only for him to accidentally hit you and making you hit your knee on the piece of furniture.

"Fuck", you mumbled, bracing yourself against the table as the sharp pain climbed up your leg no matter how much your hand tried to soothe it.

Before you could process the whole thing, a large hand was placed low on your back, "are you okay, Y/N? What happened?".

"It was us, I'm so sorry", one of the guys apologised as he carried his friend to their table, "do you want me to get something? Again, I'm so sorry".

"It's fine, I've got her", Franco dismissed them before looking at you again, "are you okay?", he asked worriedly.

"Of course", you attempted to speak firmly even though you were sure your face said it all. Your mother always told you you weren't a great liar.

Franco didn't seem to be convinced either, and ignoring your words, he bent down to check your knee, "you should sit so it doesn't swell up, and ice it too", he stated, tapping his shoulders for you to support your weight in them and help hoist you up on the stool.

"I'll go get some ice", Olivia offered.

As she excused herself, Franco gingerly touched your knee, fearing that he would hurt you even more, "is this fine?".

"It's not terrible, but it's hurting, like, it's a pulsation", you winced as he squeezed.

"I'm sorry, Y/N", Franco apologised, "just needed to check that it's not broken".

"You don't need to stay here, Olivia is coming back already", you added, watching the rest of the guys back on the pool table after you assured you were fine all things considered.

"You're the only one I care about, the rest can wait", Franco spoke.

"Look at that group over there", you pointed with your eyes, "wouldn't you prefer to hang out with them?".

The balloons let you know it was one of the girl's 20th birthday, and judging by the way they were looking in your direction, they noticed you too. Or Franco, you assumed.

"I've told you, I don't care about them, now where is the ice?", he muttered, looking around in hopes of spotting your friend in the darkened room.

"She's coming back", you pointed out.

The ice pack seemed to help relieve the pain and perhaps help with the bruising you were sure was going to take over your knee, "Franco, you can go be with the guys, I'll be fine", you reassured him again, "or be with the girls over there, they're very keen on you", you nudged.

Franco looked up at you, his gaze intense and serious, "those girls don't interest me", he replied, "you're the only one I care about".

There it was again.

"Don't say that", you tried to push it away before it dwelled on, "they're all very pretty, your age I'm sure".

Franco smiled softly as his eyes remained fixated on you, "who I pay attention to is you, you're the one I've always paid attention to", he spoke, not caring about the fact that Olivia was right there as she seemed distracted, "I don't care about their age or what they do. They're not you, and I want to be with you, so I'll stay here with you", he stated.

You heart took a lep, and even though you wished you could say something rational, something that made sense, the way he was looking into your eyes didn't let you. There was honesty and sincerity that never seemed to fail and that you could never ignore.

"Let me help you", Franco spoke softly, "right now, you're the only thing worrying me".

Hesitating, you allowed him to adjust the ice pack and keep talking to you about random stuff to take your mind away from the state of your knee, and for the first time in a while, it felt good to let someone else take care of you.

.

"Do you really think that we won't workout because of our age difference?", Franco spoke.

Mark and Olivia went to get coffee for all of you and left you and Franco on the picnic blanket to save the spot and keep your belongings safe. The plan for the afternoon was to enjoy the sun outside and while you were sure your bestfriend had something to do with this whole arrangement, you decided to let it slip and focus on relaxing for the afternoon.

"What?", you mused.

"You always point out that you're older than me, and whenever I make any advances, which I assume you're not too blind about, you never say yes, but don't say no either", he offered, "is it an obstacle?".

"We're good, aren't we?", you spoke.

"We could be better", Franco spoke and he supported his torso on his hands on his sides, "do you know how much I care about you?".

"We're friends", you replied.

"And you're telling me we couldn't be more?", Franco wondered.

"You have so many things to do still, I can't imagine you'd want to be tied to a 24 year old with a job and mundane responsibilities", you chuckled.

"Is that what it is? Do you really think our age difference is an obstacle?", he spoke softly.

"I can't say with such certainty", you mumbled.

"Can I keep on showing you that it isn't?", Franco spoke.

"I'm very stubborn", you recalled, "and I don't want you to waste your time".

"I'm not going to pressure you, but I'm not going to stop trying to show you how much you mean to me - you're very important in my life, Y/N".

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"Did you salt the water already?", Franco asked as he grabbed the pasta from the cupboard.

"I did", you told him as you chopped the peppers and onions to add to the sizzling pan.

Franco happened to be around the area for lunch, and after he saw your story about being on your own, playfully claiming that Olivia had abandoned you, he offered to keep you company. Taking Olivia's advice that you should give him a chance and explore what you felt for eachother, you invited him over for lunch.

"Can I ask you something?", Franco asked as he dried his hands on the kitchen towell, throwing it to you so you could do the same.

"Now I'm worried...", you joked, "but sure, go ahead".

The smell of garlic browning in the pan filled the kitchen as you added the rest of the veggies, and you could feel the driver's eyes watching you. Up until now, the atmosphere was light, but there was an unspoken tension at the prospect of the question.

Franco couldn’t take it anymore. He was spending time with you whenever he could, getting closer little by little, but he felt there was a wall. A wall that you held strong, despite your shared glances and conversations that often stretched into the night.

“Why…”, he paused for a second, as if he was choosing his words carefully, “why do you keep pushing me away?”.

You stopped stirring the pan, slowly setting down the spoon aside and turned to face him.

“What are you talking about?”, you asked even though you knew exactly what he meant.

Franco turned fully to face you, his eyes fixed on yours, “You know what I’m talking about,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper, "I’ve been trying to… get closer to you. You know how I feel about you, but every time I take a step toward you, you back away. There’s something you’re not saying, and I want to understand why, and if it's the age thing...", Franco let it out.

You sighed, fiddling with your hands as you gathered your thoughts.

“It’s not simple", you murmured, looking down at your feet.

"Then explain it to me", Franco's voice was calm, but insistent, "because from my side, it seems very simple. I like you. You like me, or at the very least you don't seem to hate me and…”, he hesitated, leaning a little closer, "whatever is stopping you… I can deal with it, we can talk about it".

Your heart raced as you looked up at him, "the age difference", you began hesitantly, “we’re from different worlds, different lives. You have so many options, people around you who… who are more in your vibe and in the line of life you can have. I’ve been through things you haven’t even begun to experience. What makes you think this… us, would be a good idea?", you mused.

Franco took a deep breath, taking a step closer until he was almost touching you, “What makes me think this would be a good idea? That we may have something to explore here? Have a shot at something good together?”, he repeated, looking directly into your eyes, "because every time I’m with you, I feel like I’m in the right place. Because no matter how much you think age is relevant, for me, what matters is how you make me feel. I’m not interested in anyone else, because you’re the one I want to explore these feelings with".

You fell silent, feeling his words invade her defenses. No one ever stood up for you like this.

“Age?”, he continued, "That doesn’t scare me. What scares me is losing you for a reason that, in the end, has no bearing on how I feel about you. You're so amazing and I don't want to lose that".

You bit your lip, feeling yourself wavering between the logic you had always used as a shield and what Franco was doing to your heart at that moment.

He took another step forward and gently placed his hand over yours, “I just need you to tell me… is it really age, or is it something more? Because if it’s just that… then we have a lot more to gain than we have to lose.”

You looked at his hand on hers and, for the first time, let yourself relax a little, allowing your brain to consider the possibility.

“What if it doesn’t go well?”, you whispered, voice hesitant and full of vulnerability, "I don't want to make a promise I can't keep, and I haven't let myself explore these feelings yet and... I don't want to hurt you, Franco".

"Y/N", he sighed softly with unexpected tenderness, “What if it does?", he smiled, "I'm not going to pressure you, and from the moment you tell me that there's no interest, I'll stop and we can remain friends. What I'm asking you is that you consider it first... take your time, I'll wait".

In a moment of confidence, Franco cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead, and for that moment you allowed your wall to lower a little more.

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The good thing about the hot temperatures outside was that most people had taken their Saturday plans to the beach or the pool, so there was less traffic on your way home. You parked your car in the building's underground garage and went up the stairs to the floor where the apartment you share with Olivia is. Judging by how late you left work, your best friend must be home given that she has the free afternoon on Saturdays.

Turning the key in the lock and opening the door, you find a completely dark apartment, which is strange considering you left the blinds half open this morning to let in sunlight. As soon as you step inside, closing the front door behind you, you're surprised by lights that suddenly turn on and a chorus of voices singing the Happy Birthday song.

You hadn't felt in the right mood to celebrate your birthday this year, given and the changes from studying and the stress of your new job, so to say you were caught off guard by this surprise was an understatement. You had told Olivia that you could have something special for dinner to celebrate the day, and while she insisted a little more, she ended up dropping the subject. And you thought that meant the had agreed to your simple plans - that morning, she caught you when you were having your breakfast, wished you happy birthday and gave your her gift, a very simple necklace with a medal with your initial in it, and didn't make any more fuss.

You definitely didn't expect her to be preparing a surprise like this for you.

Besides Olivia and Mark, Franco is the first person you see in the living room of your apartment - which makes you feel a little bad about yourself considering you hadn't even told him that today was your birthday. Besides the three of them, Maria and Julia, your two closest friends from school, were also present, as well as Pedro, one of your best friends from high school that moved to another city, and as it turns out, came all the way to your party.

When the chanting ends, Olivia approaches you with the cake so that you can blow out the candles, everyone's attention still on you. You know you should say something, but right now, you were completely surprised, and talking under pressure was never your strongest suit.

"Thank you everyone!", is all you can say at first, earning laughs from your friends.

You rolled up the blinds, as they had been down so the surprise had full effect and opened the windows, allowing the air to circulate as everyone gathered in the living room, picking at the foods and drinking on the table you were sure were Olivia's doing for the small celebration.

She is the first one you turn to, tapping her shoulder softly.

"I know... I know you said you weren't in the mood to celebrate, but I thought that this is actually what you need - being with the people that adore you and care about you", Olivia goes first before you can utter out a word, "so, please, just enjoy this, okay?".

"Thank you, Liv", you smiled as you pulled her into a hug, "I can't believe that you went through all this trouble".

"It wasn't too much trouble, and Franco helped a lot", she answered, "the guy didn't even know what day your birthday was, Y/N... That's cruel!", she jokes, to which you roll your eyes.

"I probably forgot about that detail", you answer with a giggle, "thanks again".

"Stop being annoying and enjoy it", your best friend says, joining her boyfriend Mark's and Pedro's conversation.

You take the opportunity to greet Mark and then Pedro, who you haven't seen in person for a long time, "I can't believe you came all this way for this!", you exclaim.

"Of course I came! Olivia told me all the news and not only could I not miss your birthday, but I couldn't not come at a time like this", Pedro explains, "besides, how long has it been since we've been together in person?".

"Too long", you reply with a smile on your lips.

"Exactly! We need to catch up!", your friend exclaims, earning your agreement, "but go greet the rest of your guests first and we'll talk more later", he squeezed your shoulder.

You approach Maria and Julia, hugging them both tight. Although you finished your master's degree as they finished their undergraduate just over a year ago, you hadn't seen each other very often since then as work kept you all busy.

"I'm so happy you're here!", you smile, feeling genuinely happy at having all your people together in one room.

"We couldn't miss it. Besides, we've been missing you so much - you were truly a mother to us and I miss being coddled by you -, and we've already noticed that there's news you haven't been telling us...", Julia comments, wiggling her eyebrows and sharing a suggestive smile with Maria.

"What are you talking about?", you wondered with a quirked brow.

"You don't know? I'll tell you then! About Franco Colapinto!", she snickered, "you didn't tell us you were that close", Maria says.

You're quick to roll your eyes - a common response at her usual antics over the years -, "I told you we were friends", you recall.

"Yes, but we didn't know you were that close!", Julia insists.

"I see your annoying curiosity hasn't ceased", you joked, rolling your eyes again, "Anyway, thanks for being here, I really appreciate it", you joined your hands over your heart before excusing yourself.

Your eyes are quick to search for Franco, but you can't find him in the room. A few seconds later, you spot him returning from the hallway, assuming he had gone to the bathroom or had to take a phone call.

"I should be mad at you for conveniently forgetting to tell me when it was your birthday...", Franco starts, to which you shrug your houlders, trying to put on your best angelic and innocent face.

"I know, I'm sorry... with everything going on, I barely had time to think what month we were on and I wasn't exactly enthusiastic about it to be honest", you explained, "but I must confess I'm happy Olivia arranged this, and I know you helped a lot, so thank you so much, Franco".

"I get, I was just messing with you", he smiles, "and you don't have to thank me for it, you know I'll always do anything to see you happy".

"I know, and that's why I am so grateful", you smiled back.

"Might as well give you the present I got you now", Franco points out, "give me two seconds so I can get it from where Mark told me to put it so it wouldn't be in the way of Olivia's plans and before she started staring at me with her 'I'm going to chop your head off' eyes", he chuckled.

You nodded and waited long enough for Franco to pick up a bag and give it to you, " I racked my brain to decide what I should gift you, because nothing seemed good enough, but I hope you like this".

Undoing the bow keeping the paper bag together, you found a copy of your favourite book with a collectable cover. The intricate detailing of the golden foil complimented the colours beautifully and there was a bookmark inside it, the little tassel falling to the side. Taking it to inspect it closely, you read the delicate lettering Don't lose the sparkle that makes you.. you.

"Wow, Franco", you gasped, completely enamoured by the beauty of it all, "this is spot on, I love it!", you exclaimed, hugging him.

"I'm glad", Franco smiles, jokingly wiping sweat off his forehead and making you laugh.

"Have you met my friends?", you wondered.

"Yes, Olivia did all the introductions", the driver answers.

"Good, let's find out what they're going on about", you suggested, setting the present back in a safe place and pulling Franco with you to join the rest of the group.

You spend the rest of the afternoon and early evening chatting, while you eat and drink the things that Franco and Olivia kindly prepared, and playing some board games. At the end of it, you end up having a really good time, in a way that you haven't in a while, feeling really grateful that Olivia had prepared this surprise. Without knowing it, this was exactly what you needed: your friends and some good moments of relaxation.

"Are you leaving already?", you ask Pedro when the young engineer announces his departure.

"I still have to drive back, Y/N, remember?", he reminds you, earning a nod, "but don't worry your heart too much, I'll keep bothering you with messages and calls and stuff... You won't get rid of me that easily".

"Fine by me!", you smiled at him, "thanks for coming, truly!".

"You have nothing to thank me for. I'll be here any time if you need me - I'm a phone call away", he reminds you, "Are you okay?".

"Of course", you smiled, "let me know when you get home, okay?".

"I will. I had a great time meeting you guys today", Pedro waves at everyone, "until next time!", before leaving the apartment.

At around 10pm, Maria and Julia also announce that they need to leave since they would have an early morning. You bid them goodbye to your friends with the promise of a lunch whenever you could find the time to catch up.

"Don't tell me you're chickening out now and going home too?", a slightly tipsy Olivia teases Franco as he got up from the his spot in the sofa.

"I've already told you that I have the day off tomorrow, my friend", Franco teased her back, getting you and Mark to laugh.

"Let's play another round then", Mark suggested, "since there's only four of us now, we can split into two teams and play Party & Co.".

"This is a recipe for disaster if I have ever seen one", you muttered, "Olivia is a terrible loser and you are a racing driver".

"That's why you should want to have me on your team, I'm used to competing", Franco argued in his favor.

"Strong point, argument accepted. Let's do it!", you declared.

During the game, Olivia ends up making up consequences for those who make mistakes, making everyone drink a few sips of their drinks and even Franco joins in with these punishments, arguing that today is an exceptional day to his usual regime.

By the end of the first game, it's clear that you're all drunk, so you make the responsible and sensible decision not to play anymore. Mark and Olivia end up retiring to the room, leaving you with Franco in the living room.

"I hope they don't make too much noise", you point out as you adjust your position on the sofa so that you're facing Franco, making him burst out laughing at your words, "What?! I'm not telling any lies! Have you imagined how uncomfortable it would be for us to be here and hear them having a baby making practice session?".

"You're right, you're right. I hope they don't make much noise", Franco repeats your words and, this time, you both laugh, "So... did you and Pedro date in high school?".

"Did he tell you that?", you ask, unable to contain your giggles.

"Yes, why? Is it a lie?", Franco asks.

"Half, half", you answered with a gesture.

"How is something half half a lie? It's either the truth or a lie", Franco states.

"I had a crush on Pedro, I tried my luck, but nothing ever happened between us", you admitted, deliberately pausing briefly before continuing, "Because Pedro is gay, Franco, and he was clearly making fun of you", you finally let out a laugh that's been bubbling up since he first asked you.

"Are you serious?", Franco mused.

"Yes. Apparently, he found a weak spot in you and decided to exploit it", you answered amused by the situation that must've enrolled when you weren't home yet.

"A weak spot? Nah... We were talking and he just dropped it, I have no idea why", Franco said, shrugging his shoulders.

"What were you talking about?", you wondered.

"Considering we were at your birthday party... We were talking about you", the brown-haired man answers.

"Please continue", you encouraged.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Y/N Y/L/N", Franco declared, but your glare was enough for him to keep going, "He asked me how we met and I told him. And then he told me about you. And he clearly told me a lie".

"Does it make you feel relieved that it's a lie?", you spoke before thinking properly about it. The sudden courage is unusual for you, but you're playing with all your cards on the table.

"I don't know what you're getting at, Y/N", the driver changes the subject, which makes you roll your eyes.

"I know you undertand it, stop acting like you don't. It's a yes or no question - are you relieved or not?!", you insist.

"Honestly? It doesn't do much. If it were true, it would be something from your past, not your present. We both have a past", Franco responds in a somewhat evasive manner.

"But it could be my present again, especially since he was here today", you decided to insist, wanting to understand how far you could push him.

You weren't sure about the game you were playing, and you couldn't quite say that you were thinking clearly, but this feeling of dominance and being in control was enjoyable. Understanding that this was making Franco uncomfortable also made you realize that he wasn't so sure about talking about what he felt for you. The part of you that wants to understand what he really feels for you is ignited, and you can't tame it down.

After the conversation you had, Franco didn't make any advances and never showed that he wanted more than a friendship, which, in a way, left you at ease, but also perhaps a little disappointed. Had he realised that you weren't worth it?

"Honestly, I don't know what you're getting at...", Franco pretends not to understand again, which makes you sigh loudly, "What's wrong?".

"What I'm trying to understand is if what he said to you bothered you or not. And if so, why. But clearly you are not ready to admit it", you state.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N... You're trying to cross a very complicated line", he warns.

"Why?", you keep going.

"Because you asked for time and space and I gave it to you. And now you're trying to cross a line that I've been trying not to cross, because I'm trying to respect your wishes", Franco answers, this time sincerely.

"That's true, I asked you for time and space and you gave it to me. And I appreciate it", you begin, "but... I know I'm getting closer to that line, maybe I'm even playing a dangerous game too, but I'm doing it consciously".

"What if you're not ready for my honest answers?", Franco argues.

"Well, that's a me problem, isn't it?", you shrugged your shoulders, "can I ask my questions and get back honest answers?", and Franco's answer comes out in form of an unhappy sigh followed by a nod of agreement, "did what Pedro told you bother you? Did it bother you to think that we had dated and that he was back here?".

"Like I told you, we both have a past", Franco avoids the question. Tries to, anyway.

"Honest answers, Franco!", you exclaimed, pleading in exasperation, "of course we have a past, but I'm not going to give the past a shot and I think you won't do again what you did before! With Pedro, it would be different, because if we had dated and he was here, that would mean we had a good relationship. So, I'm going to repeat the question again, and I want you to give me an honest answer - did it bother you or not?".

"It bothered me!", Franco suddenly exclaim, "do you want honest? Here it goes! Yes, it bothered me exactly because of what you just said. Even if, by some act of the devil, your other boyfriend came back into your life, I know for a fact that he would never have another chance with you. However, if you had dated Pedro and if he was here today, it meant that he had a chance with you. And if he had a chance with you, then he was someone I would have to look at as competition".

"And now that you know that there never was and there never could be anything between me and Pedro?", you ask him.

"It makes me feel a little less worried. It means that I still have time to try to continue to mend the damage that others have caused, it means that I can still work to show you how much you mean to me and how high I hold you in my life", Franco replies in a calm and honest tone, which surprises you.

Faced with his words, this time, you are the one who doesn't know what to say. You did ask for honesty and there it was.

"You wanted honest answers...", Franco argues, as if he could guess what was on your mind. Lately, it seemed like he could do it effortlessly.

"I know, I'm not complaining", you admitted, "Does that mean that what you feel for me goes beyond friendship?", you ask directly. You needed to hear it from his mouth.

"What can my answer change in our relationship?", Franco asks, not answering your question.

"Nothing. I won't walk away from you this time, I promise. I just need to know", you clarified.

"Do you really want me to be one hundred percent honest with you?", Franco asks.

"Yes, please", you ask.

"Yes, what I feel for you goes beyond friendship. I tried not to let it be like that, I tried to pretend that I wasn't falling in love with you, but there's no way to control what we feel", he declares honestly without ever stopping to fix his gaze on yours, "Every time I look at you, I see someone with whom I can imagine a future... And I know how hasty this may seem, and I know your reservations about us, but it's simply how I feel. You asked me to be honest and I'm being as honest as I can... But I don't want to lose you, Y/N. In fact, I can't lose you, because, the moment that happens, I think I'll end up losing myself too", Franco stated.

His words leave you completely disarmed, not knowing what to say. Looking at it, you don't think anyone has ever said something like that to you. The words overwhelm you and there doesn't seem to be a right thing to tell him back.

"Can we just forget I said all this?", Franco says, "I don't want things to get awkward between us".

"But I don't want to forget it", you answer quickly, "It was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me".

Judging it by Franco's expression, he was also caught off guard by your words, probably because he thought this would change your relationship again and brung unwanted distance between you.

Truth was, you weren't going to run away anymore. You didn't want to, and you couldn't do it.

Yes, you were scared, but you knew you need to move on. The comfort zone can be very good, but no boat was made to stay at the dock and you needed to drop the anchor and launch yourself into the unknown. Besides, you know that, in a few years time, you won't like to look back and regret what you didn't do.

"Can I ask you the question back, then?", Franco tries and you nod, "Is what you feel for me just friendship? Or something more?".

"I don't have an answer as assertive and confident as yours, but I know that I look at you and I don't see you just as a friend. You are very special to me, Franco. You are the person I want to talk to about everything, the good and the bad. You are the person who I know will never judge me, who will always try to understand me and help me. After all, you were the first person I was able to trust one hundred percent", you admit, "and I'm still figuring out how I'm supposed to allow myself to believe in love again after everything that happened, but I really wish you were by my side on this journey... That you would make me believe in love again", you offered.

"I don't like to make promises, Y/N/N, but there's one thing I'm absolutely sure of - I'll do everything in my power to make you believe in love again", Franco says, pulling you into his lap and embracing you in a hug that makes you feel safer than ever.

.

When Franco called you and asked if you could join him in the park, you were quick to let him know you were leaving work and heading to meet him. The past two weeks had been crazy with him travelling to races and you visiting your family, so texting had become the way you found to maintain contact.

As soon as you spot him by the trees, you walk a little faster, hugging him as soon as you are able to, "can I say that I've missed you?", you joked.

"I missed you loads, so I think it's only fair you tell me", he smiled, "Hi, how was your day?", he asked as he squeezed you against him.

"I missed you", you spoke, "and it was good, better now that I'm here".

Lately, your walls had lowered progressively - Franco's reassurance and a constant defiance of your thoughts had helped you break down the worries you had. Olivia pointed it out, everyone noticed how much happier you were, and even Franco could sense you were feeling more comfortable.

You end up sitting so close to each other that your knees touch and you rest your arm on Franco's and let your head fall on his shoulder, closing your eyes for a few seconds and just inhaling his scent.

"I...", Franco begins but soon stops before saying anything else.

"What is it?", you ask, raising your head to look at him.

"Nothing, nevermind", he shrugs.

"I don't like it when people say that to me. If you were going to say something, don't tell me to forget about it", you state firmly, "Whatever you were going to say, you can say it. Always. I will never judge anything you tell me. I know you, okay, Franco?".

"Yes, but...", he sighs, "I think I'm missing the courage".

"Please, just say it!", you exclaim, starting to get anxious and worried about his hesitation, "Is it something serious? Is there a problem?".

"No, nothing like that!", he clarified.

"Okay, then...", you encouraged.

"It's about a conversation I had with my mother", he says and, although you don't say a word, your expression lets him know he can continue, "about you".

"About me?", you ask curiously.

"She doesn't know it's you, but... It was about us and about what I feel for you", he offers.

At these words, your heart suddenly accelerates, "she told me that life is supposed to be lived and that..", he gulps.

You remain silent, because you don't know if ot what your supposed to answer. There's nervousness and anxiety as you're not sure exactly where this conversation is going to end up at.

"We can't predict the future, we don't know how much time we have", Franco spoke, "what I mean by this is that I've been thinking that, many times, we waste time on things that, perhaps, don't make that much sense. And I think I've been wasting some time in the sense that I've wanted to do things calmly, I've wanted to respect your time and I think I'm the one who's been afraid of taking the next step. I'm too afraid of losing you, but I'm wasting time and we never know when it is too late".

Part of you knows where Franco is going with this, but the other one doesn't fully understand what he's trying to say.

You're nervous, your heart feels like it's beating out of control and there's a lump in your throat. Despite not crying often, you feel the tears right at the back of your eyes, ready to fall at any moment.

"I'm not particularly good with words, Y/N, but what I'm trying to tell you is that I'm madly in love with you. Damn, I'm trying to tell you that I love you. And I know you're scared and I'm scared, because there have been bad experiences, and because what we have is very special and neither of us wants to ruin it. But I think we're wasting time apart when we could make the most of this time together", Franco continues, "I believe we were very lucky to have found each other when we did. I think we had the perfect timing. And every time I look at you, all I can think about is how lucky I am to have found you. I love you, Y/N, and I want to be with you one hundred percent", the brown-haired man stops his speech as if to catch his breath, and then concludes, "That is if you want to be with me, obviously".

What can you say to someone who declares themselves to you in this way? What do you say to someone who has told you everything? How can you say something that comes even close to what you just heard?

"Did I misunderstand everything and after all you don't like me the same way, is that it?", Franco asks, "it's just, your texts and the way you talk, feels like you do".

The insecurity in his voice is the trigger you need for the words to simply come out of your mouth without having to think much about them, "No, it's nothing like that!", you exclaim, "It's just that it's hard for me to say anything after everything you said. I don't want you to doubt for even a second what I feel for you, Franco. I know I haven't been the best person to express my feelings, because when we say things out loud, they become real. And I was so afraid to admit the truth, so much so that I preferred not to say it. But you're right. Life changes in the blink of an eye and it doesn't make sense to keep leaving things unsaid or undone and wasting time. I'm in love with you, Franco. A part of me has wished, since the moment you made an effort for me, that I could have someone like that by my side, willing to protect me, take care of me and be there for me. I have no doubt that my life has changed for the better because you came into it. And I should have told you all this sooner, because you deserve to hear all this and much more. You are an extraordinary person and you deserve to be happy. And I want to be able to make you happy", you stop for a few seconds, taking a deep breath and gathering all the courage in the world to say the dreaded words out loud, "I love you and there is nothing I want more in this world than to be with you and be your girlfriend".

Despite all the nervousness you felt when expressing your feelings, the relief that follows leaves you feeling like a weight was lifted off your shoulder. Suddenly, you understand that fear paralyzes people and prevents them from moving forward.

The fear of not being enough for Franco, that he couldn't possibly have a girlfriend older than him and the fear that he would suffer from that was what was holding you back, stopping you from being happy. Now that you got that off your chest, that you said what you feel out loud, you realise you're ready to be happy again with someone else.

The smile that appears on Franco's lips makes your day. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you towards him, pressing your lips together.

You close your eyes and savour every second of the moment: from the way his hand is resting on your waist, while the other caresses your cheek, to the way his lips slide over your and your tongues touch.

When you break the kiss, needing to breathe, you keep your eyes closed for a fraction of a second, enjoying the sensation his lips left on yours.

"I have something to ask of you", you say, opening your eyes.

Franco's arm continues wrapped around you and you remain very close to him without moving, appreciating the closeness.

"Whatever you want", Franco says.

"Don't give up on me. Whenever I try to push you away, pull me to you. Whenever I yell at you because I'm angry, hug me. If I don't answer your texts or calls, look for me. When I feel too insecure, remind me that I'm the only one and how lucky I am to have you. If I'm giving up on us, kiss me and remind me why I shouldn't give up. And I know this is asking too much, but I know you love me enough to do this, to stay with me. I promise to do the same with you, to never give up", you declare.

"I promise, mi amor. I'll never give up on you, not even if you ask me to", Franco smiles as you cup his cheek, bringing your faces closer once again to kiss him.

[lcvemiyuki]

"nostalgia and night patrols" | daichi, hq

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃

content: after years apart, a chance encounter with your childhood crush, daichi, leads to a night that opens up a box of unspoken feelings for you; welcome home, y/n.

warnings: fluff, high school classmates to ??, timeskip!daichi, f!reader, y/n is clingy+touchy while drunk, drinking, light cursing

character(s): daichi

word count: 2878

a/n: rewrote this 3-4 times...but timeskip!daichi mmmmm. (not proofread!)

art cred: @/W4W7o (on twt)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

the moon gleams down onto miyagi as you and your friends celebrate your success in opening up your own business. it was only a matter of time before you built something from the ground up, fulfilling a promise you made to yourself to visit your hometown once your shop opened. its been five years since you’ve last been home. you were determined to come back and make your friends and family proud.

keep pushing forward, even when it gets tough.

it pulls at your heartstrings every time; what was he up to these days?

𓇢𓆸 later that night

the bell chimes once more as customers pour into the chaotic restaurant; dishes piling up on each table as work ends for every adult.

“i think that's enough for tonight, y/n!” your friend exclaims in concern while rubbing circles on your back.

what started with light drinking and bubbly laughter ends with your face down on the cold, metal table. your friends worryingly nudge you, fearing the last round might make you hurl.

your raven-haired friend nervously laughs, and you only make groaning noises as a sign of life. “okay! are you ready to take this lightweight home?” she claps her hands together, directing the conversation to the girl with curls framing her face, whose eyebrows furrow in worry for you.

the three of you soon exit the busy restaurant, and you wave your hand in the air, hoping your words reach the owner. “thank you for your service!” your friends stifle a chuckle as they cage you in and hold you up.

“i hope she wakes up and gives us a hundred bucks each for this tomorrow,” the raven-haired girl jokes as she struggles to hold up her end. a sigh heaves on the other side as the curly-haired girl tries to blow her curls out of her face.

as you stumble down the quiet, moonlit street, your intoxicated state makes you a challenging companion. you occasionally mumble incoherent words, your legs wobbling and causing your friends to adjust their grip frequently. you are a comical sight, half-laughing, half-struggling, as you make your way through the sleepy town.

“maybe we should have just gotten a cab,” the curly-haired friend mutters, her breath visible in the chilly night air.

“no way, we’re almost there,” the raven-haired girl replies, though the strain in her voice suggests otherwise.

just as you turn the corner, you almost bump into a tall figure. the streetlight illuminates his familiar features—daichi sawamura. his eyes widen in surprise, then soften in recognition.

“daichi!” the curly-haired friend exclaims, relief washing over her. “perfect timing. can you help us get y/n home? she’s, well, had a bit too much.”

“oh yeah, suprise! y/n’s home.” the other one chimed in, her free hand doing jazz hands.

at the sound of the oh-so-familiar name, you lift your head just enough to peek through your eyelashes.

he looks so grown up now. the light blue uniform clings to his form, the short sleeves seemingly inadequate for the freezing night. yet, he stands unbothered by the cold, a picture of unwavering composure. his broad shoulders fill out the fabric with ease, and the muscles of his arms bulge slightly, pressing against the tight sleeves. in the dim light, his presence is commanding, a blend of strength and tranquility, as if the cold air dares not touch him.

you audibly gasp, a hiccup or two crawling out of your throat.

“desk-mate!” you slur, your words slightly muddled as you throw yourself at him, intoxication evident in the lack of coordination in your movements.

daichi's muscles tense momentarily at the unexpected weight crashing into him, but he quickly steadies himself. his fingerless, black-gloved hand finding its place on your head with a gentle pat. an awkward laugh bubbles from his lips as he glances at your amused friends, one of whom is already lifting her phone to capture the hilarious scene, while the other attempts to push the phone back down.

“hey, easy there,” he chuckles softly. his tone, slightly raspy and warm, makes you straighten up slightly as he tries to guide you to compose balance.

“it’s nice to see you too, y/n,” he adds with a warm smile, his hand continuing to smooth your hair out in a playful yet reassuring manner. his gaze flickered briefly to your friends who are now fully engaged in their mock make-out session; hands crossed and on their backs rubbing all over the place as if it were someone else's.

you don’t say a word as if you could even make out any of the conversation—your heart drumming is to blame.

despite his attempts to help you stand up straight, you droop your head back down. your giggles mixing with the chilly night air as you lean heavily against him.

with practiced ease, daichi catches your stumbling frame once more, positioning himself for you to climb onto his back.

“all right, y/n, can you hop on? i can hold your heels if you want,” he offers gently, mindful not to speak too loudly given your state.

you respond with a playful salute, your movements exaggeratedly dramatic. “aye aye, captain!” you chirp, swiftly kicking off your black wedges before wrapping your arms snugly around his neck.

as daichi hoists the giggling, slightly wobbly you onto his back, he gestures for your two friends to walk in front of him, ensuring they remain within his line of sight. you four navigate through the dimly lit streets.

a few minutes into your impromptu piggyback ride, you, in a moment of drunken clarity, peek over daichi's shoulder and lazily poke his cheek.

“are you the real daichi? like, really?” your words slur slightly, carrying a curious lilt. “i thought i was hallucinating when i first saw you, mr. officer,” you ramble on, your train of thought not allowing daichi a chance to reassure you.

“oh my god, did i just randomly hug you? what if you aren't the real daichi?” your expression shifts to one of concern, teetering on the edge of tears. “it’s okay, you can arrest me, mr. officer. i've been inappropriate with law enforcement,” you add with a serious expression, offering your wrists for imaginary cuffs in shame.

this has daichi turning his head in the opposite direction to stop the laughter bubbling up his throat; a small grin curls upward. you squint at him a bit harder to see and can’t find the answer as to why it’s so funny.

your curious mind once again spoke out loud, “huh? what's so funny, mister? does this mean i’m not going to the slammer?” you reach out, placing your hand over the officer's heart, and sigh in relief as if it were your own.

his footsteps falter for a moment as he clears his throat, “y/n, you don’t have to worry. it’s me, daichi,” finally finding an opening to reassure you.

a few deafening seconds pass by as the cogs in your brain turn. “…oh,” a few more seconds pass, “oh! daichi!” your palm departs from his chest, and snakes upward to squish his cheeks.

the touch of your cold hands once again startles the officer, but they soon warm with the use of body heat.

you ramble on, your palms gently turning his head to face yours. “well, why didn’t you say that in the first place?! ah, it feels good to know i won’t get arrested after all.”

his smile widens, amusement dancing in his eyes. "you know i wouldn't arrest you, even if you tried to talk me into it." he replies, his voice teasing.

he had always been the sensible one in the class, the steady presence that balanced your more pessimistic tendencies. despite your different aspirations—his to excel in nationals and yours to make something of your own—you both found a middle ground through your shared ambition. you admired his dedication and often found yourself inspired by his drive, feelings that blossomed into a secret crush. even though your paths diverged, you continued to support him quietly. however, emails changed and no phone numbers were exchanged making it inevitable to lose touch; yet, the memory of him remained, a constant whisper in the back of your mind.

𓇢𓆸 five years ago

it was a sunny spring day, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom; their petals gracefully drifting past the glass-paned windows.

our last day together.

you wanted to say it, to let those three words spill out and maybe change everything—but something inside you held your tongue. perhaps, it was the fear of being rejected.

‘you’re leaving for tokyo after graduation. why confess now? and have him wait for you for who knows how long? what if he doesn’t even like you back?’

the more you thought about all the possibilities, the more you convinced yourself against it.

a calloused hand rested on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. “y/n,” he said, drawing your attention to his familiar short, coal-black hair. “are you worried about something?”

his eyes innocently searched yours.

‘about you, actually.’

“…yeah. i think i might get homesick, you know?” you played along—it was too late anyway. you didn’t want to ruin this happy moment right now; not when it’s the last day before everyone moves on to the next chapter of their lives.

“keep pushing forward, even when it gets tough.” his eyes were filled with concern.

you knew he wanted to say more, but was cut short by the class photographer passing by, wanting a picture of the two of you.

“daichi! y/n! let me get some pictures!” the enthusiastic classmate aligned the camera with you both as you smiled for the picture—daichi’s arm snaked toward your waist, his touch light and almost hesitant.

“say cheese!” the camera clicked twice with flashing lights.

it was a memory you wanted to hold onto forever, even if your heart ached with the words you couldn’t bring yourself to say.

𓇢𓆸 present day

some things never change.

ten minutes pass as daichi ensures the other two ladies make it back to their house safe and sound. both give him a good luck pat and wiggle eyebrows—he only rolls his eyes in response, a tiny chuckle escaping his lips as he watches them disappear into their house.

turning back to you, he notices your eyes drooping. his black boots clack softly on the cement as he continues the trip. “come on, let’s get you home,” he says softly.

the night is quiet, save for the distant sounds of crickets and the occasional car passing by. daichi can feel your breath against his neck, a steady reminder of your presence.

“daichi, you’ve always been there for me,” you mumble, your words barely audible breaking the silence.

just like in old times; he would always stick up for you and be the voice of reason whenever you got too much in your head.

his eyes flicker to the side to check up on you. “i’ll always be here for you, y/n,” he replies, his voice filled with sincerity.

“officer daichi to the rescue,” you tease, your voice filled with playful cheerfulness.

as you approach your front door, daichi pauses, his brows furrowing with apprehension. before he can speak, the door swings open, revealing your parents standing there, worry etched on their faces.

“oh, thank goodness,” your mother sighs in relief—a hand held to her heart as if she had gotten a big scare, “come in, both of you.”

your father steps aside, allowing daichi to guide you inside. “thank you for bringing her home safely, daichi,” he says, patting him on the shoulder.

inside, the familiar warmth of your home wraps around you. daichi gently guides you through the hallway to your bedroom, his touch steady and reassuring. your parents follow, watching with concern as he helps you sit on the edge of your bed, his hands lingering on your shoulders for a moment longer than necessary.

“thank you, daichi,” you mumble, your words slurred with exhaustion. “once again, saving my ass.”

he smiles, patting your head. “get some rest, y/n.”

as he turns to leave, you reach out, your hand catching him. “daichi, wait…”

he stops, looking back at you, his eyes filled with concern. “what is it?”

“daichi, i...” you begin, your voice barely more than a whisper. the words are on the tip of your tongue, but the exhaustion and alcohol make it hard to form them. “i...”

before you can finish, sleep overtakes you, your head falling back onto the pillow. daichi watches you for a moment, a mix of emotions playing across his face. he carefully tucks you in, making sure you’re comfortable.

your mother steps closer, her voice soft. “she’s lucky to have a friend like you, daichi.”

he nervously scratched the back of his neck, the weight of the moment dawning on him as he realized this was the first time meeting your parents. "of course," he managed, a hint of awkwardness tinging his chuckle as it slipped out.

“ah, i’m going to run to the store mrs. l/n. just to get her some remedies for tomorrow morning.” she simply nods with a heartwarming smile.

𓇢𓆸 the following morning

soft morning sunlight filters through the cream-colored curtain, casting a warm glow in the room.

you groan slightly and squint to see daylight once again. your hand lifts, reaching your forehead to pinch the pounding in your head. blinking slowly, you try to piece together the events of the previous night.

as you push yourself up, a wave of dizziness hits, and you groan again, cursing your choice to drink so much.

your eyes catch sight of a bottle of water and a few painkillers on the bedside table, alongside a neatly folded note. curiosity piqued, you reach for the note, recognizing daichi's familiar handwriting.

good morning, y/n. i hope your hangover isn’t too bad. i left some medicine for you. take it easy and rest up. if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me. - daichi (xxx-xxx-xxxx)

you read the note twice, a mix of gratitude and embarrassment flooding your senses. memories of the previous night begin to surface—your friends struggling to take you home, running into daichi, him carrying you to your bed.

you cringe inwardly, recalling drunken ramblings and how you almost confessed your feelings.

“dear god…” you whisper to yourself, the reality of your behavior sinking in. “what did i do?”

you flop back onto the pillow, groaning loudly.

“why did it have to be daichi? after all these years, and i act like that?” you cover your face with your hands, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise to your cheeks.

images of daichi’s concerned face, his gentle reassurances, and his steady hands guiding you through your house flood your mind. you remember leaning into him, nuzzling his neck, and calling him "officer daichi" with a teasing cheerfulness.

“why did i do that?!” you mutter, your hand repeatedly hitting your pillow as if that could erase the memories.

your heart races as you recall the moment you almost confessed, your drunken state allowing you to voice the feelings you’ve kept buried for so long; thanking the universe sleep had taken over you beforehand.

“what does he think of me now?” you wonder aloud, anxiety creeping in. “i acted like such an idiot.”

you take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. unscrewing the bottle of water, you down the painkillers, hoping they’ll at least take care of the headache. as you do, you glance at the note again, daichi’s words providing a small comfort.

“always helping everyone still,” you whisper to yourself.

you couldn't help but glance over again at the digits scribbled at the end of the note; your heart fluttered once more like a teenager giggling over a crush.

𓇢𓆸 last night

with the small box of headache medicine in hand, he approached the counter, fumbling for his wallet. as he pulled it out, something fell from one of the inner pockets—a small, slightly worn photo. daichi paused, staring at the picture that had slipped out.

the photo was from high school, a candid shot taken by one of their classmates. in it, you were smiling brightly, your eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine happiness. daichi was right beside you, but his gaze wasn’t on the camera; it was on you. his expression was soft, a quiet admiration in his eyes that he had never voiced out loud.

a soft smile tugged at daichi’s lips as he remembered the moment. he could almost hear the laughter of that day, and feel the warmth of your presence beside him. tucking the photo back into his wallet, he felt a pang of nostalgia mixed with something more—a longing that had never quite gone away.

‘you’re finally home’

a surge of emotion washing over him. it was as if he had been waiting all these years, silently holding onto the hope that one day, you'd return.

the weight of unspoken words and hidden glances pressed heavily on his heart.

he was set on making sure you saw him more than just a lingering memory of the past.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

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[procrastiel]

My highlights from The Assembly:

Was John Taylor from Duran Duran your first ever crush? “Yes, he absolutely was.” Michael thought he was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, man or woman. And he tried to imitate his hairdo (didn’t work out though, because Michael’s hair is really curly and John’s is straight).

He’s not brave enough to go on Strictly because he thinks he’s not a good dancer.

How does it feel to be dating someone that is only 5 years older than your daughter? “Both of us were quite surprised when we got together, it wasn’t something we were looking for. I haven’t dated anyone who is much younger than me but you meet who you meet. We were both very aware how people might respond, and that it would be difficult and challenging, but ultimately we felt that it was worth it, because of how we felt about each other. And now we have two beautiful children together. We’re really, really happy. I am aware that I am a much older father, and it does worry me, and makes me concerned, and makes me sad thinking about the time that I won’t have with them. But if you find someone who brings you happiness and you make them happy you gotta go for that. So that’s what we decided to do, and I’m so happy we did because we have this wonderful family now.”

The next question (asked by the same girl) was: Who is the rudest celebrity? “Have you heard of a man called David Tennant? He was Doctor Who. Doctor rude! No he’s very nice. Someone will occur to me and I’ll let you know. (pause) Jennifer Laurence was very cheeky! She is very cheeky.”

How tall are you? “I’d like to be 5”11 but I’m closer to 5”10.”

He likes Dylan Thomas, even though he doesn’t understand all of his poetry.

He cries probably every day. And it’s totally fine to feel things deeply and get emotional about things.

His favourite Disney film is Moana. And that’s Mabli’s favourite movie at the moment, too. She watches it about twice a day.

He’s worried that AI will take his job away, and that it will change everything, not just actors and writers. And that by the time we will want to put a stop to certain things it’ll be too late.

His favourite food is Egg and chips. Only enhanced by ham.

He loves going by train.

If he could replace 2 people of the royal family he’d take away Andrew & Camilla and replace them with Joe Lycett & David Attenborough. Or Tom Jones as the Prince of Wales!

If he could play the Doctor or the Master, he’d like to play the Master and play opposite David Tennant as the Doctor.

His biggest fear is being alone. And it’s also what he worries about the most for other people.

Hot or cold? He does like winter and snow. ❄️

Walk us through the before, during and after of the kiss with David Tennant: reading the script he thought “that’s gonna be a big deal”. They didn’t really talk about it and just went for it. Everyone was quite moved by the scene, all the people around them, so they knew it had gone quite well. And now they never talk about it. (He said that last bit with a smile.)

5 OF THE INTERVIEWERS SANG HERE COMES THE SUN FOR HIM AND EVERYONE JOINED IN AT THE END 😍 Michael had tears in his eyes

[linahopeeeee]

Just The Tip

ღ Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x reader

ღ Summary: Izuku promises to just put the tip in

ღ Words: 600

ღ Notes: what is this? It probably sucks but I’m bored and high so I’ll give it to you guys anyway 😌

MDNI

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“please bunny? just the tip I promise, I just really need to feel you” your boyfriend Izuku begs. Your best friends Katsuki and Eijirou are having a housewarming party tonight to celebrate the house that they just bought together and the two of you are already late.

“cant you just wait till we get home later?” you question from your spot in the passenger seat, your checking to make sure your lip stick isn’t smudge.

“besides you always say just the tip” you start, lowering your voice to make yourself sound more like him “and its never just the tip” you finish.

“I know but it’ll really just be the tip this time, I’m so hard it hurts, you wouldn’t want me to be in pain all night would you?” he uses his best puppy dog eyes against you, bottom lip poked out into a pout.

“fine, you get five minutes and I swear if I see even a drop of cum on my dress you won’t be getting any for the next week” you warn him, already taking your seatbelt off and climbing into the backseat, a smirking Izuku following.

Your sliding your underwear down your legs and tossing them somewhere in the front as Izuku pushes his pants down his thighs, stroking himself a couple of times before he’s lining himself up at your entrance.

“fuck” he grunts as your tightness swallows him greedily, he smirks to himself at how wet you are for someone who didn’t even want to do this, but doesn’t comment on it. Instead he uses his thumb to collect some of your slick, bringing it up to your clit and rubbing precise circles, he only has five minutes to get you to cum and that’s a challenge he’s willing to accept.

“fuck z-zu” you stutter as the tip of his cock brushes against that spot deep inside your walls. Your hands get tangled in his curly green hair, as you pull him down, lips sucking roughly on his neck, a small hickey forming instantly.

“god you’re so tight” he groans as his lips find yours in a heated kiss. You’re so lost in the pleasure you don’t even care that he’s ruining the makeup it took you half an hour to perfect earlier, all you care about is the familiar tightening in your stomach, walls clenching around Izuku.

You can tell he’s close too, with the way his cock keeps twitching inside of you and his thrusts are getting sloppy.

“where do you want me to cum?” Izuku asks, lips against your neck, teeth softly grazing the exposed skin.

“i-inside” you moan when he brings his hand back down to flick at your clit, as he releases inside of you, painting your walls white.

After a quick mirror check to make sure you both look okay, your walking hand in hand to the door, smiling when Katsuki opens it up, he has an annoyed look on his face when he spots deku but breaks out into a grin when he notices the mark left on his neck.

“next time you have sex with your girlfriend in a car, you probably shouldn’t do it in someone driveway” Katsuki says with a chuckle, laughing harder when he sees the way Izuku’s cheeks and the tips of his ears turn red, before walking away.

Izuku stands embarrassed by the door for a couple of moments before walking the the direction Katsuki just went, happily greeting the rest of the party.

[crazycurly-77]

The lost bet - pt. 1

Since DiNozzo had a big mouth as always, you bet. He stated that he was absolutely fearless and would do anything that was asked of him “I fear nothing and I will do anything. Prepare yourself to lose.” 

This was an opportunity which you couldn't let pass. “Alright, I will show you” you thought with a mischievous grin. “You have to take care of Mrs. Mallard and her Corgys voluntarily for 24 hours” you challenged him. 

First he only looked at you, then he said “okay, what are the betting stakes?”

“If you lose and don't master the challenge successfully, you have to give Gibbs a head-slap.”

“Alright. And if you lose, Abby would dye your long curly hair red and you have to wear a long black sexy dress for the upcoming navy ball” he answered grinning. In a few days was a navy ball to which you all were ordered to attend. 

“Okay, you will lose anyway, DiNozzo” you laughed and shook hands on the bet with him, both sure to win the bet. 

The day after tomorrow he stood in the office with a triumphant shit-eating grin and presented Dr. Mallard as a witness that Tony had won the bet. “I'm afraid my dear, he has won the bet. But I'm sure you will look wonderful tomorrow evening” he said to you. So you had to accept the defeat, but you were looking murderously at Tony who was laughing madly and celebrating his victory. 

Unseen from you Gibbs walked to his desk and shared a short knowing look with Ducky, but since it was a Friday and there was no case you were allowed to head home. Because after all, you all had to prepare yourself for the big ball tomorrow.

Right while you packed your things Abby came grinning to you, smiling widely “hey Y/N, heard you've lost the bet with Tony and I'm to style you for the big event.” 

You only rolled with your eyes sighing. 

She ignored that completely, laughed and said “Come on! We have a lot of work to do!” 

Gibbs looked up. He didn't know what Abby was going to do to you, but it was definitely interesting. 

Arriving at Abby's there lay a long black dress on the dresser and you eyed it suspiciously. “Okay, Y/N. Let's dye your hair first. I chose an amazing cherry red which will make your wonderful hair look even better” she said and pulled you to the bathroom. Worried you ask “are you sure?” She laughed “yes! Absolutely! Oh man, you should see your face. You look as if you will be turned into a frog! But be assured, you will be the queen of the ball.”

“Why red?” 

“Because of reasons” she answered with a devilish smile “just wait and see.”

With that she began with the transformation. You felt not very good and on the verge of despair, but you had to go through this. And then you had to plan revenge on Tony. 

After a short while your hair was red and you were standing in front of a mirror. Looking at you the only thought you could think was a surprised “wow!” while Abby jumped excitedly up and down the whole time crying “you look like Merida of Disney! Sooo wonderful!!! I love this look on you!” with that she hugged you once again. 

Okay…it was something new and completely different, but yes, it looked good on you. You thought the Disney figure was the reason why it had to be red. But it wasn't, as you should learn from a completely unexpected side at the ball. 

Your hair done, the next quest was waiting for you, the fitting of the dress. 

You tried it on and was very surprised “Abby, it's fitting perfectly!” 

“Oh yeah, I knew as I first had seen it” she smiled. “Good, good. Tomorrow is another day. So let's meet tomorrow.” Obviously she had something urgent to do, because after you were wearing your normal clothes again, she ushered you out the door to be back again tomorrow at 5pm.

The next day you arrived at Abby's apartment and you were already tense. You knocked on her door and she opened it laughing happily and already ready to go, so she had the full 2 hours for making you look amazing until you had to be on the way to the ballroom. 

As you entered she sat you almost immediately in front of a mirror. Abby began to tie your hair up on the side and let the rest flow down your back freely. Then she did your make-up and wow, your dark blue eyes were shining! Then came the final, the absolute marvelous dress. You put it on and Abby zipped you up. 

You looked in the mirror and thought “who's that?”. She had done wonders on you. Not only the make-up and your hair, but also finding this dress. It was long and black. It had a slit to the hip on the left leg and it was sleeveless. It also had a deep neckline which showed a little bit of your cleavage. It hugged your hourglass figure perfectly and tightly, so that it complemented your small waist and your wider bust and hip. Additionally, you wore black high heels. Abby wore a short tight black dress and high heels, but with no extras. But she looked amazing, too. 

Dressed up like that you two were heading to the location where the ball was held. You were absolutely tensed to get in there and meet your colleagues. “My goodness, what will they say?” you thought, but Abby was pushing you further to your desk where Tony, Tim, Ducky and Gibbs were already sitting and waiting for you. 

You were walking to them smiling shyly not knowing what to say, but Ducky rescued you as your knight in shining armor. He stood and welcomed you “Abby, Y/N, there you are. You are both looking wonderful tonight. Just sit down with us.”

You both sat down and you looked around and wondered. Tim had his eyes set on Abby and was shyly saying nothing. Tony watched you with his mouth open and looked like a fish, but whispered “you look absolutely amazing, Y/N.” This you answered with a shy “thank you” and looked down, feeling your cheeks turn red. Gibbs on the other hand, said nothing. He only watched you the whole evening from the other side of the table, as if he wanted to read you and as if he were thinking about what to do with you. Your cheeks were now not only red, but your whole head was burning and you felt naked under the watchful eyes of Gibbs, which were burning into you. 

So on this side there was no conversation. But Ducky, Abby, Tony and you talked enough for all of you throughout the whole dinner. After the dinner was over, the dancing began. Immediately there were several men standing at your side and wanted to dance with you, but they were beaten by Ducky who was a perfect gentleman and a wonderful dancer. But it couldn't have been any different, because he's Ducky and he was always cute and very nice. After this first dance with him, you had some fun on the dance floor with a few other men, who wanted to dance with you. And naturally Tony wanted to dance with you, too. So you were swaying now with him on the dance floor. “You look marvelous, Y/N. You should dress up more often. Maybe to go on a date with me?” he grinned. He didn't miss a chance to flirt, as always. 

But you hadn't the opportunity to respond, because right in this moment Gibbs tapped him on his shoulder and said “may I.” Immediately Tony let go of you and you found yourself in the strong arms of Gibbs, who pulled you tightly to him and began to sway with you to the slow rhythm of the music. You blushed so hard, because it was so unexpected, but honestly you were enjoying being in his arms and dancing with him, so no words were needed and you just wanted to go on. 

At the end of the dance he leaned in and whispered “I know of your bet. Do you wanna get back at DiNozzo?”

“Yes”

“Don't freak out” 

Before you could react in any way he was cupping your face, closed the miniscule distance between you and you felt his soft lips on yours. In front of all colleagues, he was kissing you deeply and you answered kissing him deeply, too. Your mind was going blank and all you could do was feel him. And in all honesty, what you felt was really good. Obviously he liked it too, because he didn't seem to be in a hurry to end your kiss, but let his tongue dance with yours and the kiss became very hot and seething. 

You were absolutely flabbergasted and after breaking the kiss he grinned widely “I wanted to do that the whole evening. You look stunning, Y/N. I like your red hair, it looks very good on you.” You could only look at him, stunned into silence. Now you knew, why it had to be red. “Do you want to go somewhere more private and have a drink and a good talk? I know a nice little bar. You will like it.”

“Okay, let's go” You answered, smiling up at him. 

“Okay” he nodded and led you back to your table to get your jacket while placing his hand on your lower back. As you arrived there, you saw Tony was pale and staring at you with his mouth wide open. The sight was so funny that you laughed out loud. 

Yes, Revenge is a sweet thing….

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If you want to know how the evening continues, there's a part 2! 😊

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Here you will find the other chapters of this story and the other stories I've written to date.

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[janitorhutcherson]

hey bitches!! it’s e, i’m backkkk. i had a fic idea, something i think i’ll use for a lot of new content if y’all react well to it. to give y’all a run down before we get into it, this is a famous!mike schmidt au.

basically mike is josh hutcherson. reader (you) are his live in PR assistant. not sure the perfect word for it, but basically you manage his social media presence, the way he dresses, how he is in public, attend all events with him to monitor him, etc…… kinda like a babysitter….. also, could technically be a part of olderbf!mike because reader is 22, mike is 31. anywaysss..! it’s a new idea, i just wanted to set the scene. the way i’m writing this is different from usual. plz let me know what you think! if y’all like i’ll write more in this universe🤭

summary: ur actor mike schmidt’s assistant!!

warnings: angsty, just an introduction to an idea.

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mike schmidt was a mess, and everybody knew it. that was part of what was so appealing to the public. he was a celebrity, a famous actor, known for various movies, tv shows. he was glamorized, lived in LA just like the rest of them, edits to upbeat songs all over social media with his hips swaying from some random snippet of a trailer. yes, mike schmidt was a heart throb, but he wasn’t your typical golden boy. he wore jeans and raggedy t-shirts to interviews. his brown curly locks were always tangled and sticking in fifty different directions. his stubble was always a little too rough, his hands calloused and bruised to masculine perfection. he wore snap backs and had no sense of what a filter was. he said things as they were on stages, into microphones, or on livestreams, silly phrases coming out of his pink lips. he was carefree, not glamorous nor slouchy but instead some odd middle ground that left women with slack jaws and puddles of drool. he was what every woman actually wanted when they said they wanted a man ‘written by a woman,’ or so they thought he was.

in reality, mike was the biggest pain in the ass to walk the earth. while most 22-year-olds got to save pictures of him to their pinterest boards and kick their feet every time he came into their tv screen, you were stuck managing his every move, saving his ass from letting the wrong thing fall from his mouth in front of the wrong audience. you were his manager, of everything, really. you managed his social media, coached him through what to say during interviews, inspected the clothing he wore before events… there wasn’t quite anything you didn’t do for mike. the two of you had a weird connection since you’d started, not quite foes but certainly not friends. the air was always somewhat tense, something you were all too aware of whenever you’d have an interaction with him. you knew it needed to change, and fast.

you’d gotten the job fresh out of college, extremely eager to take such a high paying position. you were lucky and you were aware, your gratitude something you showed through your endless devotion to being the best manager, and hopefully one day friend, mike could have. when you’d first been offered the position, part of what made it so appealing was knowing not only were you being paid, but you were given a room to stay, in the same home as mike. it was crucial, living alongside your boss in order to keep him in check. when you’d walked into a meeting room after you’d accepted the position, you were debrief about mike, told he was… difficult, to put up with. he tended to push his previous managers to the limit, his somewhat childlike demeanor sending them running the other direction. you accepted this as a challenge, something to motivate you to prove that you were worth more than the other old and dried up pieces of talent they’d had in here.

oh boy, did you have another thing coming. you weren’t any different to mike. sure, you were gorgeous, your eyes a color he could drown in, your laugh something he grew oh so fond of over the past few months you’d lived with him, but you were just another manager… right? it was his job to make this difficult for you. that’s how he saw it. so, you fought like you were pulling teeth, demanding he go change before going out like he was your 14-year-old daughter when he’d come out in a bleach stained t-shirt. you’d have to keep him from posting selfies of him smoking a joint on FACEBOOK just to cause a stir. for gods sake, you didn’t care if he put them anywhere else, just please, not where all the old people were. you’d argue late at night when you’d both head back to his place, your eyes filled with fiery anger after he’d drop some stupid shit in an interview, accidentally saying something about how one of his older costars were a “dried up old fashioned hag who needed to get some.” was he wrong…? no. but that didn’t mean he could say it.

he’d always yell back, his eyes filled with just as much anger. you went about this charade almost every time something had to be done. it could be a red carpet event, an awards dinner, an interview, even simply a live stream, there was always something with mike, something to yell and scream about. you constantly tried your hardest to stress how much you cared about this job, about him even too, sometimes blurring the line between professionalism and feelings as you’d get a little too intimate about the things you’d left behind, desperate for him to understand you, to see you.

it wasn’t until one night you’d finally had enough. he’d changed outfits right before a big interview that could’ve got him in front of multiple big directors, something big, even more groundbreaking for him. he’d been in an elegant outfit that fit his body so well, just like a glove, you could only imagine. of course, he hated it. he hated being coaxed into things, told what to do, to say, and currently, both were happening. when no one was watching, he’d slipped himself into a pair of black jeans and a tank top, walking out just like that, then proceeding to insult every director there individually. you were dumbfounded. no, he wasn’t drunk. no, he wasn’t high, medicated, or under any influence. this was just… mike, and you were starting to have enough.

the moment the two of you entered the house, you’d went at it, your face red from anger. how could he? how could he go out and blatantly go against everything you’d said purely out of boredom? he was a grown man, you’d think he could do better than this. you were embarrassed, not even for yourself as who represented him even though you should’ve been, but for him. you wanted this for him. your eyes locked on his, the moment you slammed the door shut. his big, beautiful brown eyes you most definitely didn’t mind looking into, no matter how angry you were. “mike, what the fuck,” was all you could say before he stuck his hand up. he went to turn on his heel, not even bothering to listen to a word you’d have to say.

that’s when you did something you didn’t think you’d do. this time, you’d let something slip, something you’d wished you hadn’t. “mike, if this shit doesn’t stop i’m fucking quitting, i’m leaving.”

that’s all it took.

that’s all it took for him to turn back on his heel to face you, frozen. his mouth was slightly parted, his eyes wider than you’d seen them before. he looked… angry.. confused.. no, not even. he looked… sad? he fluttered his eyes, his mouth opening and closing a little. you’d known you’d lasted longer than most, but this wasn’t what you were expecting.

“don’t,” was all he said, taking a couple of steps toward you. you stood there, frozen and tense as who was basically your boss slowly moved towards you, his demeanor different than you’d seen before. he was like a lost and wounded puppy, his dark brown eyes glistening with an emotion you’d never seen in him before. he reached out, touching your shoulder. you flinched, not even because you didn’t want him to but out of instinct.

“just, don’t go, y/n. i couldn’t take it, okay? i-i’m sorry, i’m sorry i fuck around too much, i’m sorry.. i just.. i don’t want you gone,” he said, his voice was low and growly. oh. he wanted you to stay. this was the first time he’d shown any interest in you in any way other than arguing, and you didn’t know what to do. with that being said, you did what you knew how to do best.

“okay,” you simply said, nodding your head as you went to your room. that night, you’d laid in your bed conflicted about the side of the man you lived with that you saw tonight. meanwhile, while you tossed and turned in your own sheets, mike did the exact same. little did you know, you were the only person mike had ever felt a real connection with. you were the only one patient, loving, thoughtful enough to be there for him, even through his hissy fits. he adored you, your style, your walk, your laugh, your humor, and he hated it. you were in his mind 24/7 and he hated it. but no, he could never get closer, because he knew you’d leave, just like the rest, and tonight was proof.

no, if mike were to ever attempt to get closer, you’d be the one to start it. and perhaps.. perhaps you would be, perhaps this encounter would be so engrained into your brain that you think about it daily, dissecting the look on his face. but who knows? maybe next week you’ll change your mind and pack your things, walk out the door. only the narrator knows quite what’s in store for the two of you…

[readnburied]

13 Moons Reading Challenge 2024 — Announcement

So it’s finally time for the announcement of the 13 Moons reading challenge for 2024. Another year, another list of prompts that will make your reading journey exciting. This reading challenge is created by me for the entire reading community. So if you love reading or are looking for a reading challenge to try for the upcoming year, then here is one for you. 

Rules & Levels

The rules for this reading challenge are simple. First of all, this is just for fun so no need to feel pressured into doing anything or reading anything you don’t want to. You can also be flexible with the prompts if you choose to do so. The challenge will run from January 1st, 2024 and till December 31st, 2024.

There are a total of 104 reading prompts divided into 13 categories. There is a list of levels given and you can choose which level you wish to participate in based on your preference. The levels you can participate in are as follows:

Penumbral Lunar Eclipse: 13 books — fulfill one prompt from each category 

Partial Lunar Eclipse: 26 books — fulfill at least one prompt from each category

Central Lunar Eclipse: 52 books — fulfill at least one prompt from each category

Total Lunar Eclipse: 104 books — fulfill all the prompts

The reading challenge is given below. I am trying to create a graphic for it, and if I succeed I’ll edit this post and attach the graphic later, but for now I will write it all down here in case you wish to participate and plan your TBR. So without further ado, here is the 13 Moons reading challenge 2024. 

13 Moons Reading Challenge 2024 

Wolf Moon

A Stand Alone novel

A furry creature on the cover

Hair on the cover

The words Straight, Waves or Curly in the title

Hair color in the title

A book about found family

A book about adoption

A book with a hierarchy

Snow Moon

The word White in the title

Blanket on the cover

Read a book while drinking a hot beverage

Read a book while burning a candle

Hat/Cap on the cover

A book about mountains

A book about a fresh start or a new beginning

A book with necromancy themes

Worm Moon

Read a book in a series with more than 5 books

A book about rebirth or reincarnation

A cozy book

Book about insects 

Continue a series

A book that gives you the creeps

A book you’re not sure about

A book you’re thinking of unhauling 

Pink Moon

A book with a princess

Book about women empowerment

A pink object on the cover

Book recommended by a celebrity 

Book that tickles you pink

A coming of age book

A celebrity memoir

Start a book on a new moon

Flower Moon

Book by a BIPOC author

Book about friendship

A book club pick

Book with an animated cover

Book with a character named after a flower

A speculative fiction

A book set in spring

Read a book at any time of the day 

Strawberry Moon

Read a book from your backlist

Read a book with Bubbles on the cover

A book with less than 400 pages

Book you see trending on social media

Read a book from an author which is new to you

A debut novel

Book with the word Leaf in the title 

Book about swimming 

Buck Moon

A book that has multiple editions

A Paperback

A book recommended by a friend

A biography

A book you’re seeing everywhere 

A 2024 release

A 5 star prediction 

Book with a Man on the cover 

Sturgeon Moon

Book with a map

Book that people have been forcing you to read

Book with a title that starts with the first letter of your name

Book you hauled recently

Book with a Tree on the cover

Book with the word Can’t in the title

Book with a dark cover 

A novella

Harvest Moon

An anthology

A book you had to read for an assignment

A book with a movie adaptation

Book you’d recommend to somebody else

A book chosen by somebody else

Book with a Fish on the cover

A fruit in the title

Book about a celebration 

Hunter’s Moon

Book about food

Book set in Europe

Book with an Umbrella on the cover

Book about a topic you’re curious about

An award winning book 

Read the 7th book on your shelf

Book with Buildings on the cover 

book divided into parts 

Beaver Moon

Book about a psychological phenomenon 

Book with the word Five in the title 

Book with a Street on the cover

Start a book in the evening

A book about a specific country 

A book from your monthly TBR

Book with a cover you don’t like 

Book about a single parent 

Cold Moon

Book set in the medieval times

Book with a Spider on the cover

Read a book while wearing a pair of socks

A memoir

Book about a historical event

Book with a character’s name in the title

Book you think you will love

Book from a Goodreads shelf

Blue Moon

Book with a unique format

Read a classic

Book with 3 or more people on the cover

Book recommended by your favorite social media influencer

Book with a dramatic title

Book with a Dagger in the story

Book set in high school

Book about a spy

And there you have it. This is the 13 Moons reading challenge 2024 for you all. Let me know if you like it. If you wish to participate I’d love it if you can comment below to tell me you’re participating in the challenge. If you don’t want to comment, that’s fine as well. As long as you enjoy doing the challenge, I’m happy. 

Happy Reading!!

[earthtoharlow]

Favorite Almost

1) the part where you meet

Jack Harlow x Reader

a three part series

It was almost ironic that you were getting broken up with during a storm. Each thunderclap echoed the heartbreak, making the gloomy weather a reflection of the somber emotions.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

You know you should’ve seen this coming, but it still surprised you. This was the guy you spent every waking moment with. He had become your safe space. Did the last three months mean nothing to him? Ending things two days before you went back home was heartbreaking.

He was honest with you from the very beginning, telling you that because of his celebrity status that he wasn’t looking for anything serious. At first you were fine with that as you also weren’t looking for anything serious as you were only in town for the summer. A month into the relationship your feelings started to change and you foolishly thought his feelings would change too.

Technically, you couldn’t even call what the two of you had a relationship. When you told friends about this you wouldn’t be able to call him your ex boyfriend. He was never officially yours. He was an ex maybe, an ex someday, your favorite almost.

*THREE MONTHS EARLIER*

“The music here fucking sucks.” Your best friend Cassie ignored you and rolled her eyes before taking your hand and dragged you further through the club.

You were spending the summer with Cassie in Kentucky where she lived. While Louisville, Kentucky wasn’t the first place you had in mind to visit during the summer, Cassie explained that you needed to “leave that bougie ass state of California.—“ and enjoy some southern hospitality.

When you guys finally made it to the front of the bar it was like the bartenders were ignoring the two of you. So much for southern hospitality, that Cassie was talking about. Your heeled boots gave you some more height, but you still couldn’t get someone’s attention so you started to kneel on the closest bar stool.

“Bitch, get down!” Cassie said from beside you, but you continued ignoring her. The extra height still wasn’t enough to get the bartender’s attention, frustration started to linger when you heard Cassie gasp in shock beside you. Before you could ask her what was wrong, you felt a soft hand touch your back.

He didn’t say anything, just gave a subtle smile and effortlessly signaled the bartender to take your order. In seconds it seemed like your shots were in front of you.

“Hey, thanks dude! I thought I was gonna have to stand here all night.” You said handing two of the shots to Cassie, as you turned around to face the man you almost stopped in your tracks, shocked at how incredibly attractive he was.

“No problem, I saw you struggling from the DJ booth and figured I would help you out.” The guy said leaning against the bar and giving you a charming smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, this guy oozed with charisma and charm.

You were momentarily mesmerized before you realized what he said. “The DJ booth? So you’re the one I have to blame for the music playing tonight?” You felt Cassie grab your arm from behind you, and say your name trying to get you to stop.

Surprisingly the guy laughed, and rubbed a hand over his beard. “You think you could play better?” Flashing another charming smile and leaning down closer towards you.

Your smirk became almost evil as you nodded in response. “Oh most definitely.” You could tell he was shocked at your admission.

The gentleman stood up straighter, “Challenge accepted, finish your shots and meet me at the booth.” He flashed the ladies one last smile before heading back up front.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Cassie smacked your arm. “Ow! You know I bruise easily!” You said as you rubbed where she hit you at.

“You’ve only been here for one day and you’re already challenging a celebrity in a DJ battle?!” Cassie said, looking at you wide eyed.

“That man is a celebrity? Doesn’t look like one.” You said as you watched the tall man with the curly mullet walk back towards his spot at the DJ booth. You looked back at Cassie when you heard her groan.

“I don’t understand how you’re a DJ and yet you don’t know some of the most popular artists.” Rolling her eyes before continuing. “That’s Jack Harlow.”

“That’s Jack Harlow?” You asked, looking at him again, sending him a smirk when you noticed he was already looking your way. The exchange of glances sparked a sense of excitement in the air.

You smacked Cassie's hand from your face as she was waving it in front of you trying to get your attention, you could see Jack laughing at the exchange.

Turning back to Cassie you motioned her to lift up her shot glass and threw your head back as you took yours, slamming it down on the bar behind you. “Well, I’m about to show Jack Harlow how a real DJ gets shit done.” You grabbed her hand and walked over to the DJ booth.

The closer you got the nerves started to settle in, you were about to DJ in front of a celebrity. Hopefully the liquor courage kicked in soon. Surprisingly it was easy to get to the booth as it seemed he made sure to tell everyone that you two were coming up.

“Took you long enough.” Jack said into your ear as you stood next to him. You had to stand on your tippy toes to reply. “Just wanted to see you sweat before I rocked your world.” Your confidence surprised Jack, not used to women being able to dish back banter with him.

Looking around you, you could tell all the people at the booth were friends with Jack as they laughed and reaped the benefits of the alcohol that you know they didn’t pay for.

Jack got the attention of the DJ that was currently spinning so he could introduce you. “Jeff, I wanna let my friend here spin for a bit if you don’t mind.” Jeff gave you a once over like many do when you get to the desk. Always shocked when they find out you’re a disk jockey. Jeff shrugged his shoulders and handed the headphones off to Jack.

In a moment of intimacy, Jack gently placed the headphones over your head, the soft padding settling comfortably. Your breath hitched in your throat when his fingers delicately traced through your hair, smoothing out any tangles with a tender touch. Jack gave you a once over before giving a slight nod, happy with his work.

“I’m Jack by the way.” He introduced himself. It took a moment for you to tell him your name as you were still wrapped in the warmth of the moment.

Jack then stood behind you and you listened as he began to explain each and every button and knob with genuine enthusiasm. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you knew how to work one, but couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when you started playing. So instead you nodded along and listened attentively, appreciating the effort he took to share the knowledge. You could see Cassie from the corner of your eye trying to hide her smile knowing she was enjoying hearing him explain everything to you.

“Ok, are you ready?” Jack asked you after he was finished explaining everything, you pretended to look nervous and nodded. Jack spoke into the microphone introducing you to the crowd of drunk club goers.

Nervous excitement filled the air and a hush fell over the club momentarily as the spotlight shined on you. The whispers from the crowd stopped when you dropped your first beat and cheers erupted from the dance floor, you could hear Cassie cheering you on from behind.

With each beat you gained more confidence as the music flowed through your fingertips. You danced and sang along as the crowd responded to each drop and transition. Turning your head and locking eyes with Jack and seeing the shocked facial expression was sweet validation. “Holy shit.” Was the only thing he could say as you continued playing.

After a while the two of you found a dark and secluded corner of the club. The loud music was soon drowned out by the shared laughter and the exchanged stories. Time seemed to stand still as you continued to get to know one another. The dimly lit space made everything around you fade away leaving the two of you in a cocoon of connection.

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You groaned slightly as you began to come out of your slumber the sunlight from the window urging you awake. Opening your eyes slowly you were immediately staring at the back of someone’s curly hair suddenly reminded of everything that happened the night before.

Looking around you knew you weren’t in Cassie’s guest bedroom. You tried to move as slow as you could out the bed to make your escape to begin your walk of shame but as soon as you swung your legs over the tall king bed, Jack began to wake.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his usual smoothness of his voice was replaced with a husky tone. The morning voice was a gentle reminder of the shared moments only a few hours ago. You simply shrugged and Jack tugged you back in the bed.

The two of you laid in bed all morning even with a sense of curiosity that lingered in the air. The conversation flowed easily. When you two finally manage to make it out of the bed to find something to eat in the kitchen that’s when a whirlwind of emotions sweeps over you leaving you with a sense of delusion in its wake. You knew if you didn’t ask Jack what the hell y’all were doing then the lines between reality and fantasy were going to blur. Thankfully it was like Jack read your mind as he brought it up first.

In the quiet moments while eating breakfast Jack spoke as he looked at you with a thoughtful gaze. “What if we keep this casual?” He suggested breaking the silence. You considered his words feeling a mix of intrigue and uncertainty.

He spoke again while you were still thinking it over. “I really enjoyed my time with you and I’ll be honest with you. I don’t want this to end just yet. I just can’t commit myself to being in a relationship right now especially with my career.”

“No strings attached, just enjoying our time together for the next few months.” You replied testing the idea

“Exactly, without the weight of expectations. We can enjoy this without the pressure of commitment.”

You liked the sound of that, besides you didn’t need to embark on a new relationship right now especially with a celebrity when you lived on the other side of the country.

“Okay, deal.” You agreed before standing up from your seat at the kitchen table and held out your hand so he could shake on it.

“Great doing business with you.” Giving your hand a firm shake. You yelped in surprise when he pulled you closer before swiftly lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Now let’s really seal the deal!” Your loud giggles rung through the long hallways of the bachelor pad.

If you knew making this deal was going to end in heartbreak you would’ve never accepted it.

****

AN: back with another series, this was supposed to be a standalone story but I could not stop writing so now it’ll be a 3 part series. Please let me know your thoughts 💋

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[dreamonseems]

hii, if you are open to more writing about dad!erling, i have a request/idea?¿

maybe like, their son is maybe 1.5 years old/2 and is already aware to recognize erling and stuff like that, so one night, when erling is having a game and you and son stay home, baby cant fall asleep until erling is there, so y/n and baby just walk around their apartment waiting for erling to return and all of them sleep together in their bed🤭🫶

Baby's Wish

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Baby Ragnar can't sleep without Daddy Erling.

I love writing about dad Erling 🥺💓

Ragnar had recently celebrated his second birthday, and he had become the ultimate daddy's boy. With his striking blue eyes and a crown of bright blonde hair, he was a mirror image of Erling, his father. It was almost comical how little he resembled Y/N, and she would playfully tease about how disrespectful it was for her to carry Ragnar for nine months, only for him to emerge from the womb looking like a spitting image of his dad.

Ragnar was an incredibly energetic and curious little bundle of joy. He had an insatiable thirst for exploration, always eager to discover the world around him. But amidst all his adventures, he remained deeply attached to Erling. Their bond was unbreakable. It was no surprise when Ragnar's first word rolled off his tiny lips, and it was "Dada." The sheer adoration in his eyes whenever he laid eyes on his father was undeniable.

Erling's heart would swell with pride and love every time he heard his son call out to him. It was as if Ragnar had chosen Erling to be his ultimate hero and guide in life. The connection between father and son was a testament to the special bond they shared.

Y/N would watch in awe as Ragnar followed his father around, mimicking his every move and hanging onto his every word. She couldn't help but be filled with both amusement and affection at the sight of her little family. Ragnar's unwavering attachment to Erling was a beautiful reflection of the love and care that his father bestowed upon him.

But Days like these were particularly challenging ever since Ragnar became more aware and deeply attached to Erling. Y/N found herself grappling with the difficulty of explaining to their young son why his beloved father wasn't always present, especially during training sessions or when he had matches to play.

It became even more challenging during bedtime, as Ragnar preferred to have his daddy put him to sleep. Tonight was one of those nights.

Erling had an important match scheduled, and Y/N and Ragnar watched the game fervently from the comfort of their home. Ragnar's eyes were glued to the television screen, his little face lighting up with excitement as he recognized his daddy's familiar face among the players.

Y/N couldn't help but find it absolutely adorable, witnessing the pure joy and connection Ragnar felt towards his father.

However, when it came time for Ragnar's bedtime routine, everything changed. The usually calm and peaceful transition to sleep turned into a tearful ordeal. Ragnar cried out for his Dada, his tiny voice filled with longing and sadness.

Y/N's heart shattered at the sight of her baby, his messy curly hair tousled and wild, tears streaming down his face as he desperately called out for his daddy.

"It's okay, sunshine. Daddy will be home soon," Y/N whispered, holding Ragnar close in her arms, trying her best to console him. However, the tears and calls for Erling showed no signs of ceasing. Y/N knew that she needed to find a way to ease Ragnar's heartache and longing.

Making a decision in the moment, Y/N gently suggested to Ragnar, "Let's take a walk around the house and wait for Daddy to come home. Maybe we can see the stars together and make a wish for him." She knew it might provide a temporary distraction and help Ragnar feel closer to Erling, even in his absence.

With tears still glistening in his eyes, Ragnar nodded, his tiny hand grasping Y/N's tightly. They walked hand in hand, exploring the familiar corners of their home. She told him little stories and gave him little tickles, making his laugh fill the house, as they patiently waited for Erling's return.

Y/N hoped that the gentle rhythm of their steps and the love that enveloped them would provide solace to Ragnar's tender heart, reassuring him that his father would be back soon.

As the night progressed and the moon cast its gentle glow, Ragnar's tears slowly subsided. His trust in his mother and the anticipation of Erling's arrival provided a glimmer of comfort. They stood together, looking up at the starry sky, their hearts intertwined, sending their wishes into the night.

And just as Y/N's words had promised, Erling eventually returned home, his footsteps echoing through the hallway. The moment Ragnar caught sight of his daddy's tired but smiling face, his eyes lit up with pure delight. Running into Erling's arms, he finally found the solace and warmth he had been yearning for.

Y/N watched the tender reunion, her heart brimming with gratitude and love. In that moment, she knew that even on the hardest days, their family's bond would always prevail.

"What are you still doing up, my little mischief-maker?" Erling chuckled, scooping up his son into his arms. Ragnar's face lit up upon seeing his beloved father, and he mumbled, "Dada, dada home, miss dada," making grabby hands at Erling's face and showering him with sloppy kisses.

Erling's heart swelled with joy as he watched his son, his eyes shimmering with pride and affection. Ragnar's words melted away any remnants of exhaustion Erling might have felt. His presence had been sorely missed, and he knew just how much his little boy longed for him.

Y/N approached the pair, a smile gracing her face as she witnessed the heartwarming scene. She joined them, pressing a gentle kiss on Erling's cheek. "He couldn't sleep. He cried for you," she said, her voice filled with warmth and love.

Erling tightened his embrace, savoring the feeling of being surrounded by his precious family. There was an indescribable sense of contentment that washed over him, as if the world outside their cocoon no longer mattered.

Nothing else in the world could compare to this moment, where he was at home, embraced by the love of his wife and the adoration of his son.

"Let's go to bed then," Erling suggested, his voice filled with tenderness and determination. With his arms wrapped securely around Y/N and Ragnar, he led them towards their cozy haven, their sanctuary of dreams, and shared moments. As they settled down, intertwining their bodies and hearts, a profound sense of peace washed over them.

In the quiet embrace of the night, Erling whispered softly, "I love you both more than words can express." It was a simple declaration, yet it held the weight of a thousand promises, a testament to the depth of his devotion.

Y/N nestled closer to Erling, their love radiating within the warmth of their shared embrace. Ragnar, his eyes heavy with sleep, nestled against his father's chest, finding solace in the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat.

With a gentle sigh and a heart overflowing with gratitude, they surrendered to the serenity of the night, knowing that in each other's arms, they were home. The world outside might have its demands and challenges, but in this sanctuary of love, they found respite and strength.

As sleep finally claimed them, their dreams entwined, painting a picture of a future filled with love, laughter, and endless joy. Together, they embarked on this journey, united in their bond, ready to face whatever adventures awaited them.

[sashi-ya]

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒙 𝑽-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 Cinnamon & Dark Chocolate +18. 𝐄𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐝 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Dear, @thegrandlinesimp your 𝒁𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒆́ bonbon is filled with 𝑪𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏 & 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, please enjoy the taste of 𝑺𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌

request: @thegrandlinesimp asked: Hello Sashi! May I pretty please have the Zébré with the tulip tsundere, Eustass Kid? Female for gender. If we’re allowed to say what fillings we don’t want, then can I please not have salted caramel or strawberries & champagne. If not then…yolo. Thank you. I look forward to the fills for this, it looks fun! (I am eyeing that impregnation/creampie filling with fingers crossed!) | tw: size kink. impregnation. mentions of pregnancy. semi public sex. oral and masturbation. kinda rough sex. implied zosan at the end (don't worry is nothing big) wc: 1k | masterlist

You always hear them whisper, talk when you pass. “Isn’t he way bigger than her?”; “That must be painful”

Painful? Who said that? It’s anything but that… Kidd takes total care of you, and tonight, even if romance isn’t his forte, it’s even taking you in a total romantic date for Valentine’s day.

Or at least he tries...

“Woman is this the place you wanted to come? Tell me the guys didn’t lie to me” he says, taking a good look around. A sophisticated atmosphere receives both of you; a restaurant decorated with candles and roses, a golden aura all around.

You giggle, sure it is the one you wanted to visit; the Baratie. They say that here, you can taste the flavours of all the seas joined in one. On the corner, there is even a skinny man playing the piano, filling the place with sweet classic melodies.

“Yes, Kidd. Thank you so much” you nod, slightly resting your forehead against his muscular arm.

The redhaired feels proud of himself, and even if he doesn’t show, he is also happy because you are too. But the feeling of inner peace gets disturbed instantly by a blonde with curly brows praising the beauty of his lover; the main chef. What is he doing here?

“Welcome to the Baratie! I’m Sanji, the main chef! Where do you wanna seat my beautiful mademoiselle… and… your…?” he chimes, looking at Kid after scanning you with a brilliant smile.

You laugh, and kindly answer “My boyfriend. We are here to celebrate Valentine’s” you chime, already feeling the tension in between the both of them. Kidd isn’t always showing his emotions, but tonight things were about to take a different turn if you didn’t interfere.

The blonde showed you a table next to the window; and take a deadly look at Kidd when he didn’t move the chair out for you to sit. Truth is, you don’t wanted to, nor ever asked of it. You only wanted to sit down, order and avoid the chef and your lover to have further interaction.

Sanji suggested the chef’s choice, and both acceded to order that. As soon as the fancy blonde left, Kid put his heavy hand over the table. It made you slightly jump from your sit, but you know he isn’t angry with you.

“Calm down, he is just acting like a fancy French man… I’m sure his not a menace to you” you joke, sliding your hand on top of his veiny one.

Kidd fixes his burning red eyes on yours, and turns around your hand to be the one under his. “You are mine; you know that? Do you want me to remind it to you?” he grunts, low but loud enough for you to hear.

Your eyes widen, a few slow blinks after and you are gawking. Is not that this is new coming from Kidd but it surely startled you. However, your façade turns from surprised to a sexy grin and sloppy eyelids.

“Me? Yours? And how are you planning to show me that?” you whisper, playing with your fingertips on his palm in a sexy way.

Kidd smirks widely and tilts his head to the side. A challenge? For him? Now you better get ready for what’s about to come for you…

The silence in between you two says more than any words the crimson haired could ever say. He has let his hair down today, sexy tufts fall over his face and they match perfectly with the formal attire he bought just for tonight. He never wore it, but you are absolutely grateful he did. The savage style is what made you fell in love with him, but the suit looks extremely good on him.

Of course, such silence gets interrupted by the Chef bringing himself your plates. He flirts a little more with you while the sound of Kidd’s teeth gritting surrounds you. You smile sweetly at Sanji and as soon as he fleets off Kidd narrows his eyes.

“Eat. Fast” he orders.

“Excuse you? Why are you ordering me around, Mr. Eustass?” you ask, narrowing your eyes too.

“Fine, if you don’t mind the food getting cold then…” he says, standing up and taking you from your hand. He begins to walk towards the bathrooms, and you are unable to process what’s going on. You trip to match his long and fast steps in silence.

Kidd opens quite violently the bathroom door and takes a look to see if there is anyone there. “Come in” he says, pulling you inside. You kind of imagine what he is planning, but right there…?

“Kidd i think we shouldn-“ you can’t keep talking; the red haired kisses are enough to shut you up. His tongue exploring your mouth, your tongue slowly getting used and matching his motions.  You whine as he pushes inside one of the stalls, his hand searches for under your skirt. He squeezes your thighs; he bites your lips and pull from them.

“Here it is how I was planning on showing you are totally mine” he grunts, as your back hits the refined door of the bathroom stall. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t wait until getting home, hope you don’t mind”

You shiver, he is so big compared to you -or anyone really-. His topping body makes your legs turn weak, you know he can be as violent as he wants with you, you allow him to; he loves to do it.

Kidd sits on the toilet and helps you stand still against the door right in front of him. “It’s a blessing you are wearing this cute little skirt…” he scoffs, spreading your legs just so that his arm would fit in between them. He discovers your wet reaction on your panties, Kidd is delighted with it he even smiles sweetly.

“Are you that horny for me, (Name)?” he asks, moving your panties aside to take some of that dampness in between his fingertips.

You nod. Of course you are. Since he picked you up tonight you were waiting for this moment… Your mind goes blank, and your hands cover your mouth as his index suddenly penetrates you. Your knees try to join but Kidd won’t let that happen…

“No, no. Don’t close them. We need you ready to take me…” he whispers, taking his finger out and sucking on it clean from your arousal. “Ah… you are so delicious… come here”

Kidd pulls you closer to his face, he helps you lift your leg so that you could step on his right thigh. “I bet this dinner tastes a lot better than that tasteless shit” he growls, bringing your sex almost over his mouth so that he can eat you out.

Your muscles tremble, you wanna shout, you wanna scream; Kidd does it so well, twirling tongue against your clit and his index opening its way inside you. Up and down and sometimes in beckoning motions, adding fingers, sucking, and licking. Sometimes, he even bites your inner thighs. Feasting on your core it’s his favourite meal, and no fancy restaurant can match it…

But, Kidd needs more. And, as he said, he will show you, you are nobody’s but his.

“I think you have been stretched enough to take me…” he says, cleaning his shiny chin from your fluids with his forearm. He lends you his hand to help you put your leg down but as soon as you do, his hand carves in your glutes to pull you towards him and sit on his lap.

You gasp, you can feel his throbbing hardness through the black pants he is wearing -and that you are probably wetting-. “What about me fucking you this way, and really showing you who you belong to?” he adds, stating he clearly wants to claim your body as his.

“Fuck me, yes… please” you whisper, already moving backwards so that you can get his sex out of that fabric prison. Quickly, efficiently, you pull down his zipper. He is also dampened; Kid is hard and so wet.

“Sure thing, woman” he moans, guiding his tip to your entrance. You remain lingering over it without fulling sitting yet, you are scared of him going deep… being the size he is, your walls are already both eager and afraid.

Kidd must be feral, but he isn’t a brute. He waits until you are ready, he doesn’t push you, he simply allows you to slowly go down as he slides inside you. Your nails carve on his wide back, leaving marks on his black coat. Your lips trapped by his, Kidd drowns your soft whimpers so nobody could hear you.

He also shivers. The feeling of tightness around his shaft makes him weak. Your red-haired lover closes his eyes as he lets himself go in the oppressive sensations around his sex. “Ugh… you are so damn tight… you take me so good…” he whispers, lips against lips, warmth against warmth.

Your toes curl, your skirt has rolled up your waist, your hairstyle gets absolutely messed up and you don’t really care about a thing… except the bulge forming in your lower belly as the thrusts now have become faster and harder.

Kidd pulls from your head back, he needs to kiss the crook of your neck. He pants and grunts against your skin, you do the same with hands playing with his red locks.

“Allow me to cum inside you. I want to make you mine, completely” he pleads, going violently in and out you. Your tiny frame compared to his seems to get smaller as you hear those words. “Let me fill you up with my seed, let me make you mine, make you so damn pregnant with a child of mine”

“I love you, please do it ~” you purr, with what’s left of energy and the feeling of breaking in half for how full you feel already… and you want to feel fuller, a lot more fuller… flooded, dripping.

And that’s exactly what you get. As you retort yourself over his hardness, reaching climax, squeezing, milking him out he gets ready for his release. Kidd hugs you tight, kissing your lips, breathing into each other’s lungs, feeling your heartbeats with your chests pressed together…

“Ngh… Until the last drop… hold it in…”  he grunts, as his twitching anatomy bathes your inner walls with his warm, sticky seed. “I fucking love you, woman”

“I won’t let any drop go to waste… this feels so… ngh… fu- good… I love you too, Kidd…”

Ah by the way, about dinner… the moment you left the bathroom to go back to the table you saw the blonde “womanizer” chef kissing passionately with the green haired security guard from the parking lot right on the back of the restaurant.

“Oh…” Kid muttered. “Told you, you didn’t have to worry”

[look-at-the-soul]

The Photoshoot - When we were young

(Golden Globes special edition)✨

Request: by my dear @zablife as part of my Adele challenge but also + Grandma’s series ♥️

The Photoshoot 2014, 2015

Lee, when you sent in the “When we were young” song I knew right away it would be one of the most special parts of this series, I knew I wanted them to go back in time but I still wasn’t sure where/when/how to add it to the series as it could easily fit into any part. Then when things happened, I remembered I had your requests in my drafts, I knew I had to add some Grandma into the mix, as it’d give me a different approach 🥰

If you don’t read this series, don’t worry! No spoilers!! You just need to know that Yael Murphy is a photographer and Cillian just won his first Golden Globe award.

Word count: 1,175

Based on Adele’s song “When we were young”

Knocking on the door, Yael looked at her husband, a smile growing in her lips.

“Your social battery is still low huh?”

Everybody loves the things you do

From the way you talk

To the way you move

Cillian chuckled and moved on the bed to make room for her.

“How do you know?” He accepted the cup of hot chocolate she was offering him, grateful for the warmth the cup was providing.

“Well you’re hiding in your old bedroom while everyone is downstairs.” She pointed out resting her head on his shoulder.

After the Golden Globes win, they flew back to Ireland and Cillian wanted to go straight home, but one look later from his wife and they were on their way to his parents house for a little family gathering. The Murphy family wanted to celebrate the award with him, but he was worn out, and not because of the jet lag.

Everybody here is watching you

'Cause you feel like home

You're like a dream come true

“You’re adorable, I swear.” Yael teased stealing a quick peck.

Cillian chuckled in response, she knew him so well. He wanted to hide underground after being exposed to cameras, the press and all the people gathered for the awards.

“No matter what you say, wining that Golden Globe it’s huge, and I’m so fucking proud of you and all you’ve done.” Something on his lap catching her eye. “You look just like her.”

Cillian shot her a look, surprised by her words. “It’s my grandma, you think…?”

“Totally, same nose, lips, her eyes were bigger but it’s the same kind, if she didn’t have curly hair I’d thought it was you dressed as a woman.”

A content sigh escaped Cillian’s lips and his eyes went back to the photograph he had found in that old album. His grandmother was wearing a floral dress while holding his mother as they stared at the cake. He had been looking at the albums his Mum had been showing everyone earlier and he couldn’t help but let his mind wander back in time, to his childhood around his Ma.

“She was adorable.” He added with a hint of nostalgia, his mind and heart going back in time too the townhouse property, where he spent a huge part of his life. “I remember being so nervous about a stupid prom thing, so one afternoon she was knitting something and I asked her if she knew how to dance…” Yael saw the way his eyes lit by the memories, his soft voice murmuring the little treasure he just remembered, “she stopped and almost threw the needles and yarn, and went straight to the living and started playing music, she showed me where to place my hands, how to guide-you know, lead the way… she made me hear the beat, but she said you need to feel the music.” He added mimicking a femenin voice with a chuckle.

“That’s beautiful.”

But if by chance you're here alone

Can I have a moment?

Before I go?

“She somehow is responsible of who I am today, you know? Those early years while my parents were working all day…” his voice went dry, “she was with me, we went together to the grocery store, we cooked together, the park, she even took me to church.”

Yael chuckled and made a funny face at his last statement.

“That was probably the last time you showed up.” She teased.

Her heart filled with even more love as she saw how tender his expression grew by the memories.

“When I started acting, she always asked me for the script so I could rehearse with her.”

Yael nodded, thinking how much it meant to him.

“And when I did this film The wind that shakes the Barley, the post office released some commemorative stamps, she went and bought a bunch and she’d say to her friends this is my Cill, my grandson.”

You look like a movie

You sound like a song

My God this reminds me, of when we were young

Yael got lost in his velvety voice, it was so immersive, driving her into the memory lane with him.

“The movie had a huge impact in her, since her father passed away in that very same war, trying to defend Ireland, she never got to meet him.”

“I guess in a way, you portrayed that for her, and gave her a closure.”

Cillian tilted his head towards his wife. “You think so?”

“Absolutely sweetheart, books, movies and music, have a way to heal us from the pain we didn’t even know we were carrying…” She squeezed his hand.

Let me photograph you in this light

In case it is the last time

That we might be exactly like we were

Before we realized

Turning on the next page, Yael stared at an image of a woman leaned against a convertible.

“The quality of these photos it’s incredible.” She couldn’t help but admire not only the beauty of the shoot, but the angle and background.

“This must be from my grandparents honeymoon.” Cillian frowned removing the film that protected the photographs. “Yup… I recall grandma saying they didn’t have a budget to go in a trip somewhere ese, so my grandad drove all around the coast.”

“That’s lovely.” Yael murmured placing the photo closer to have a better look. “They’re together in that one.” She then pointed out.

“That’s why they wanted to go back to Kerry every summer.” Cillian sighed. “He built a small house later and I remember staying over there for the holidays every single time, they had to sell it though.”

“Remember when we went? That was a long time ago.” Yael moved her hair away. “Haven’t been there in ages.”

“Time to plan a little holiday?” Cillian gave her his signature eyebrow raised.

“Should I start packing?” She teased, knowing he was eager to disappear for a couple of days. “I’ll book us a place.”

We were scared of getting old

It made us restless

It was just like a movie

It was just like a song

Moving onto the next page, Yael found the cutest photo from all times.

“Oh man! I can’t believe this!” Cillian laughed out loud, dimples showing.

“How come I’ve never seen this one?!” Yael’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “You’re the cutest little boy! Look at you!”

You still look like a movie

You still sound like a song

My God, this reminds me, of when we were young

She looked at her husband and then back at the photograph.

There he was, with the biggest smiles of them all with half his body inside of a vintage mailbox.

“I love every bit of this photograph. It’s perfect.” She beamed at her husband’s portrait. Pure joy and love oozing from every fiber of him.

He looked so carefree and happy.

Let me photograph you in this light

In case it is the last time

That we might be exactly like we were

Before we realized

“Wouldn’t it be amazing to bottle up that little one?” Yael expressed, thinking of her own childhood. “I loved spending the weekends at the cottage with grandma, she played a huge part in my recovery, always looking after me so my Mum could take care of everything else.”

Scrolling through her phone, she found a photo her Mum shared over the holidays.

As a child she loved playing dress up with her cousin, Val.

When we were young

“I remember the very same day my grandma made this dress for me.” Cillian offered his hand to her, to stare at the photo. “She made it out of a nightgown she loved.”

“Is that a Polaroid?” He asked looking back at his wife.

“Yes, my grandpa carried his everywhere.”

“Isn’t it great? How a photograph can take you back in time all the way down?”

Yael smiled proudly.

“That’s the magic of photography… in just one click, you can turn something into a lifetime memory.”

***

Thank you for reading!!

I hope you liked this ✨♥️

Photo inspiration :

And yes, the part of the stamps is real, I read it somewhere and I loved the idea of his grandma buying Cillian’s stamps 💝♥️

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[navstuffs]

carlos oliveira decides to surprise you when you can't be home for valentine's day(gnflightattendat!reader, FLUFF)

when you told your boyfriend carlos about your schedule on valentine's day, you watched his shoulder fall down in disappointment, although he tried to keep a smile. you had flights planned for the whole day, from seven am to nine pm.

you apologized a million times that day, promising you would make up to him on your next day off together - in three months. deep down, you thought about asking for the day off (which would be impossible), getting "sick," or firing yourself (seriously, the best option). carlos, watching your internal struggle, gently grabs your face to look at him.

"we will find a way. don't worry," how can carlos be so sweet to you when you just ruined your first valentine's day together?

so the day finally comes, and you receive a happy valentine's day text from him as you walk to your gate. you are so focused on texting him back you hit a man with familiar broad shoulders.

"i'm sorry, sir!"

your voice dies down in your throat. carlos is right in front of you, wearing comfortable gray sweatpants and a tight black shirt with an unzipped grey hoodie. he smiles at you, holding the straps of his backpack.

"carlos? what are you doing here?"

"what do you think? i am going on the flight with you."

you think it is a prank, laughing. during boarding time, you welcome the passengers in front of the plane when you see the famous dark curly hair going down to enter the plane because he is that tall. when carlos winks at you as he passes, your co-workers give you fast smiles.

you end up trading with a co-worker to stay in business class, so you can stay close to your boyfriend. carlos is alone in his seat, smirking at you when he sees you.

"i can't believe you did this!" you exclaim, surprised but happy. at least you had him for a couple of hours, before saying goodbye.

after the flight lands at the next destination, carlos waits on you by the gate. you are ready to say bye to him, when he remains on your side, naming your next destination. you look at him surprised, making him chuckle.

"i said i was going fly with you today, didn't i? the whole day."

you can't believe he did this, as carlos shows his multiple reservations on his phone. you want to kiss him so badly. during the day and numerous changes of airplanes, carlos gives you favorite snacks and chocolates, smiles and winks, small notes that say "i love you", and even rubs your hip when you are passing by him when he is sitting by the last row; you see him struggling so much during the three hours flight since he is so tall. he naps, and you have to hold your hand to not give him a head rub, or kiss him on his lips. just his presence makes you feel loved, and the work day not so hard.

by the end of the last flight, carlos is waiting for you by the gate exit. he looks exhausted, you can't even imagine how you look. you finally hug him, hiding your face into his body.

"thank you, thank you so much for this carlos!" you whisper, on the erge of tears. carlos chuckles (your favorite sound in the entire world), giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"if you aren't so tired, we can stop by the fancy airport restaurant and continue the celebration?"

you nod your head, happy.

part of my valentine’s day special 5/5 DONE!!! OMG I DID (before midnight where i live, please forgive me brasil). i am SO SO HAPPY! and seriously, this idea came to me on a whim (i had another idea for only f!reader for carlos, but since i am doing gn! for the challenge YAY). thank you so much for all the feedback! I DID IT!!

[your-local-simp-writers]

Dancing in the Dark

Word Count: 688

Warnings: None

 Kuroo Tetsuro x Hispanic/Mixed!Fem!Reader  ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The evening had begun with a sense of anticipation as they met at the entrance of the festival. The streets of Tokyo were adorned with lanterns and lights, each one a beacon inviting them to join the celebration. She was a vision with her curly hair and brown skin, a blend of cultures in a city that celebrated diversity.

Kuroo had planned the date with care, choosing a festival he knew would be vibrant and full of life, much like her. They started with a walk through the stalls, sampling street food and laughing at shared jokes. She tried takoyaki for the first time, her face lighting up with delight at the new taste sensation.

“Es hermoso, ¿no?” she said, her words slipping out in Spanish before she remembered where she was.

Kuroo looked at her, a bit puzzled. “What was that?” he asked, his curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar language.

She chuckled, her cheeks warming with a blush. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she translated, gesturing to the festival around them.

He nodded, his eyes reflecting the lights of the festival. “Yeah, it really is,” he agreed, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

They continued to wander, stopping to watch a group of street performers juggling fire. The crowd around them cheered, and she joined in, her claps loud and sincere. Kuroo found himself drawn to her enthusiasm, her energy infectious and her spirit free.

As the performers took a bow and the crowd dispersed, the sound of music caught their attention. A salsa band had set up nearby, the rhythm of their music a siren call to all who loved to dance.

“Come on, let’s have some fun!” she urged, pulling him into the fray. The music was infectious, and she moved with a natural grace that seemed to captivate Kuroo.  She was caught up in the excitement, her eyes sparkling with the reflection of the lanterns that hung above them. As the salsa band started playing, a rhythm that seemed to resonate with her soul, she couldn’t resist. With a bright smile, she let go of Kuroo’s hand and darted toward the dance floor, her body already swaying to the beat.

Kuroo watched her, admiration and affection mingling in his gaze. She was a whirlwind of joy, her curly hair bouncing with each step, her laughter mingling with the music. He felt a tug in his chest, a desire to join her, but hesitation rooted him to the spot. The dance was unfamiliar, the steps and rhythm foreign to his Japanese upbringing.

As she danced alone, a figure approached her, a confident smile on his face as he extended a hand, an unspoken invitation to join her in the dance. Kuroo’s hesitation vanished, replaced by a sudden protective instinct. He strode forward, his height and captain’s presence parting the crowd as he reached her side.

“Sorry,” Kuroo said, his voice firm but polite, “she has a dance partner already.” He offered her his hand, a silent question in his eyes.

She looked up at him, surprise and delight dancing in her eyes. “Really?” she teased, her voice playful. “And who might that be?”

Kuroo took her hand, his earlier hesitation gone as he stepped into the rhythm beside her. “Me,” he said, a challenge in his tone. He soon followed her lead, his movements a bit more hesitant but no less enthusiastic. As they danced, she laid her head on his chest, the world around them fading into a blur of sound and color. She was grateful for the dim lights that hid the blush on her cheeks, a blush that deepened when she realized just how close they were.

“I didn’t know you knew how to dance,” she said, her voice a mix of surprise and admiration.

Kuroo’s laugh was a low rumble against her ear. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he teased, his hands guiding her through the dance. The night around them faded into a blur of lights and sounds, but in that moment, on that dance floor, nothing else mattered. They were together, and that was all they needed.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

cw. pre!release, drabble, black!reader, f!reader (she/her), right before 4, sparkling leaves-adjacent

pairing. tamarack x reader

notes. it's still juneteenth in my timezone and i wanted to squeeze out something a little self-indulgent about tamarack considering my recent brainrots. also i hc miranda and jude as half-black on their mom's side and that their father is a relative of the baumann family. so that's squeezed in here too whoops

Together with their families

Jude Eckert & Scott Adam

invite you to celebrate their wedding!

“This is my cousin,” Tamarack explains as you sit on her bed. You can hear the sound of Granny excitedly calling extended family on the phone about the wedding invitation resting in Tamarack’s small hand.

You observe the dark-haired man in the image nonchalantly. He’s handsome with his light brown skin and eyes a red-tinted brown. His curly hair is a texture closer to your own than the delicate, wavy curls your girlfriend possesses.

Tamarack mentioned having cousins that were half-black before, Jude must be one of them. He looks happy in the picture with his fiancé with their almost matching nose rings.

“I saw him and his sister Miranda at a family reunion a while ago but I don’t think we’re that close. He’s a lot older than me," Tamarack's voice pulls you out of your observations.

You think you remember the family reunion in question. The Baumann-Eckert clan tends to have one every decade or so.

Tamarack’s father was and still is never one for them but once Tamarack came to live with her grandparents, she was brought along for the ride willingly or not. Considering the function she went to was right before freshman year and Tamarack was at her shyest, you know for a fact they aren’t close enough to warrant an invitation.

In fact, Tamarack had spent more time using her grandmother's phone to talk to you to have some sort of company rather than mingle with relatives she didn't truly know.

“We must be the obligatory invites,” when your girlfriend bursts out laughing at the remark, your grin stretches even wider. Making Tamarack smile is the best part of your job. “Ugh, summer,” you groan when you glance at the date of the momentous event ー July 19th. Right in the middle of your mutual least favorite season.

When her giggles subside, Tamarack’s expression twists into one of reluctant amusement. “Summer,” she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She cut it recently, her hair now just below her chin.

For the two of you, spring and summer were just the interludes before your favorite season took place. Yes fall came with the onset of school but it was leagues better than the heat that came with summer.

Fall is everything, at least for you.

Now that you think about it, your life has truly always been marked by autumns. A season of significance where everything important takes place.

Fall is when you moved to the small mountainous town of Golden Grove.

Fall is when you met the sparkly-haired girl who bursted through the leaves.

It’s the season where you asked that girl to be your girlfriend.

And fall is when you and Tamarack would leave your small hometown in favor of striking out on your own for a year before taking the plunge into college. (Which you’ll also be starting in fall, of course.)

Fall, fall, fall. 

Your life has always been tinted in the hues of reds, golds, and chilly blue skies of autumn.

“So what is the dress code we're being subjugated to,” you ask presumptuously, grinning knowingly all the while.

“What makes you so confident you’re coming as my plus one?” There’s a challenging lilt to her voice, lips twisting into a light smirk.

With an austere accent, you puff out your chest, “I’m sorry is there another [Full Name] that you’re planning on going with?”

One of Tamarack’s lips puff up in her amusement, reminding you of when you were children. Back then you were ten and the world was a grand place you had little control over. Now that you are adults barely out of high school, there’s still plenty out of your control. The confidence that you can both tackle what you can control together still remains, however. That’s a promise that will never fade.

“You can come with me,” Tamarack ‘relents’ at last, expression softening. “I want you to come with me.”

“I want you to go with you too,” you reply with a tender expression of your own.

“We’re the same,” Tamarack’s cheeks turn a rosy pink as she smiles warmly. Her red eyes are looking at the invitation once again, but her thoughts are far from thinking about her cousin Jude and his fiancé Scott as she leans against your frame. You rest your chin atop hers, a pleasant feeling the color of her gold hair settling in your chest.

You wonder, quietly, what it’ll be like when it’s your turn to see your beloved walk down the aisle.

[heefm]

TIKTOK CHALLENGE !

SUMMARY after y/n films a tiktok with hueningkai for their sugar rush ride promotions, fans start to ship the pair

OR

when a girl finally meets her celebrity crush and decides then that he will be hers one day

PAIRING idol!hueningkai x idol!fem!reader

CHAPTER 03: y/n’s tiktok era

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