#get that tom ford scent you've been eyeing

[diatr1bes]

⠀⠀⠀ ◜   ♱   :    ⁱᶠ    𝔤𝔬𝔡    is    a    𝙵𝚁𝙰𝚄𝙳,    𝗮    𝗺𝗮𝗻    is    𝘢    𝘥𝘰𝘨    then    i'm    a    𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓    𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄

◜   ♱   :    𝗗𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗘𝗥.

full name.   dante   theodore   kenway valmont. meaning.   enduring   \   a   gift   from   god   \   hill   of   the   vale. nickname.   dan   or   danny   (   absolutely   despises.   )   any   sort   of   reference   to   the   divine   comedy   (   also   hates.   ) mr. darcy age.   thirty2. dob.   october   twenty   -   sixth,   making   him   a   scorpio. pob.   redbridge,   london. pronouns.   he   /   him. residence.   previously   mayfair,   london   now   resides   in   manhattan   (   upper   east   ),   new   york.      education.   classics   (   history   of   art   )   &   law   at   cambridge.    occupation.   board   member   of   valmont   co.,   investor   &   entrepreneur/shareholder   of   a   few   start   -   ups   (   de   wolfe   record   label   &   oasis   reverie   art   gallery   ),   being   a   sneaky cunt.    orientation. bisexual, biromantic. hardly gives a shit.

◜   ♱   :    𝗥𝗨𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

height.   six   foot,   two   inches. clothing.   old   moneycore:   relaxed   tailored   slacks   and   handcrafted   sweaters.   wool   coats   and   the   occasional   washed   vintage   levi's   501s   with   black   loafers.   as   if   90's   richard   gere   &   hugh   grant   ​​​​​​​came   ​​​​​​​back   ​​​​​​​with   ​​​​​​​a   vengeance.          scent.   ​​​​​​​tom   ​​​​​​​ford's   oud   ​​​​​​​wood   ​​​​​​​eau   ​​​​​​​de   ​​​​​​​parfum,   ​​​​​​​mixed   ​​​​​​​with   ​​​​​​​the   asectic   ​​​​​​​bite   ​​​​​​​of   lingering   ​​​​​​​malboro   ​​​​​​​gold.   ​​​​​​​ noticable   features.   dimples   ​​​​​​​around   ​​​​​​​the   ​​​​​​​smile   when   ​​​​​​​he's   ​​​​​​​about   ​​​​​​​to   ​​​​​​​lie   ​​​​​​​through   ​​​​​​​his   ​​​​​​​teeth,   ​​​​​​​small   circular   ​​​​​​​burn   ​​​​​​​marks   ​​​​​​​around   ​​​​​​​his   hands   from   younger,   navy   blue   eyes   inherited   from   his   father.  motifs.    dogs,    blood's    thicker    than    water,    "    if    i    cannot    inspire    love    then    i    will    cause    fear    ",    black    coat    /    inherited    clothes    that's    slightly    too    big,    shattered    mirrors    shards    in    the    knuckles    &    flashing    lights    buzzing    in    the    ear,    paintings    overshadowed    on    walls,    revelations    in    the    static.      akin   to.   napoleon   usher   (   tfothof   ),   kendall   roy   &   nate   sofrelli   (   succession   ),   sebastian   (   cruel   intentions   ),   don   draper   (   madmen   ),   michael   bluth   (   arrested   development   )

◜   ♱   :    𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧.

you    only    live    twice,    or    so    you've    been    told.    a    young    blighter    in    middle    class    england,    another    product    of    a    single    mother    and    absent    father    fate.    hardly    destined    for    much    when    the    world    couldn't    give    less    than    a    supersilious    shit    about    you.    backed    into    a    corner    by    playground    bullies    far    taller,    you    get    mean    when    you    become    nervous.    come    home    from    school    with    sickly    purple    and    green    blossoming    around    the    eye,    a    prideful    grin    on    the    lips.    find    a    man    tailored    in    dark    green    waiting    in    the    kitchen,    bumming    a    burning    cigarette    with    your    mother    (    eyes    hardly    met,    why    aren't    they    met    ?    )    you're    told    to    pack    whatever's    necessary,    get    prepared    and    say    goodbye, dad's    here    to    take    you    home    with    an    opportunity    of    a    lifetime.   

the    first    of    four.    old    habits    don't    die    with    the    old    man,    they    fucking    repeat.    seen    as    revenues    before    bloodline,    his    hand    settles    above    your    bruised    eye    before    reshaping    you    entirely    and    it's    the    closest    thing    you'll    call    familial    affection.    leashed    with    a    ralph    lauren    tie    and    sent    off    to    the    best    school    bloodied    money    could    buy.    to    be    a    valmont    was    to    learn    how    to    kill;    not    with    a    fist    but    with    a    smile    ⎯    deceive    to    slip    the    knife    in    their    back    before    realisation    pours    out.     

call    it    american    cynicism:    it's    just    friendly    competition    held    between    siblings,    headlines    printed    with    your    father's    reserved    grimace    shared    to    the    press.    the    eldest    heads    off    to    cambridge,    studies    the    classics    of    art    and    readies    himself    with    a    degree    in    law    (    this    is    your    dream,    this    is    your    father's    aspiration.    )    life's    momentary,    legacy    is    eternal.    valmont    co.    is    an    artistic    empire    built    from    the    dying    love    of    vincent's    first    wife,    to    the    expansion    of    creative    endeavours.    publishing    houses,    film    companies,    record    labels    ⎯    all    intwined    into    the    valmont    name    like    poison    ivy.

pressure    throbs    at    the    fingertips,    the    golden    boy    wings    itch    at    your    back.    you've    learned    to    survive    on    this    hunger    for    so    long,    callously,    the    mind    reaches    for    something-    anything.    it's    a    fine    line    you    oscillate    on,    reveal    sharpened    canines    to    flashing    cameras    as    if    blood    and    coke    hadn't    soaked    in    earlier.    the    thrum    remains,    a    lingering    constant    that    gnaws    at    the    bloodline.    your    mother's    very    hues    staring    back    from    the    broken    mirror,    nothing    but    pity    that    falls    upon    the    burning    icarus.    that    is,    until    the    fiery    source    dies    out. 

four    raven    black    umbrellas    stand    and    watches    the    fall    of    a    king.    lowered    into    the    ground    six    feet    under,    the    final    curtain    call    of    vincent    valmont    and    all    it    took    was    a    heart    attack.    (    mundane,    ordinary, bleak:    everything    he    rescued    his    children    from.    )    all    that's    left    is    legacy,    reputation    in    the    palms    of    the    next    generation.    all    bets    are    off,    for    what    do    they    share    but    just    a    dead    man    and    a    last    name    they    had    to    earn.    for    dante,    an    absence    to    fill    is    all    he    ever    wanted,    the    very    opportunity    that    was    promised.

◜   ♱   :    𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦.

family.    vincent    valmont    (    father,    deceased    )    katherine    kenway    (    mother,    deceased    )    siblings    (    a    very    much    wc    !!    )    elliott    valmont    (    youngest    brother,    alive    ) habits.    smoking,    drinking,    substances,    (    mostly    coke,    occasional    downer    if    need    be.    ) tends to flex his hands nervously, terrible sleep pattern, collects books from op shops and stacks them on the floor ( a childhood habit ). connections.    friends   b   from    oxford    or    similar    social    circles    ),    one    night    stand    / fwbs    /    exes    /    pr    relationships,    fellow    creatives    (    those    signed    under    de    wolfe    records,    artists    with    work    in    oasis    reverie,    actors    working    on    one    of    films    he's    producing,    etc    ),    rivals,    frenemies,    bond    over    arts,    old    classmates,    enablers,    childhood    friends,    anything else !!

[apriki]

Everything about this year sucks, but something you can do for yourself that will bring a little joy is to order some perfume samples! The pleasure of wandering down to your local department store and smelling the new perfumes isn't possible for a lot of us right now, which makes ordering samples even more appealing. It's a very easy process - the hardest thing you will have to do is research what perfumes you want to try! I highly recommend trying perfume samples, even over spraying on a blotter in store. You can't know how a perfume will perform - and more importantly, how it will perform on you - until you try it on skin. Samples are the perfect way to live with a scent for a week or two and really make sure you want to invest in it.

Sampling sites are also a great way to branch out further than designer scents and try some niche, indie, artisan or vintage perfumes.

*denotes sites or methods I myself have used and can vouch for. The rest are quite popular in the wider fragrance community and have strong recommendations.

theperfumedcourt* is the best overall sample site with the widest range. They are also the most expensive. i have purchased from them many times, and they're excellent! they have a wider range of designer, niche, and celebrity brands. I love their themed packs based on a note (I bought the pomegranate packs years ago, loved it). Shipping takes ages to get to me but i AM half a world away. they do a black friday sale every year. SHIPS WORLDWIDE

luckyscent* is the best site for niche perfumery. They have a lot of more obscure, artisan and indie brands - this is the site for when you’re in the deep deep of perfume love. They never do sales but they have a standard 20% off $100. SHIPS WORLDWIDE

surrendertochance* they are expensive but they have many hard to find scents like the dior and armani privee exclusive lines. They do specials all the time. SHIPS WORLDWIDE

perfumeniche* is a little Canadian decant store and i ADORE them! I got a big order from them for Christmas and I can't say enough good things about them. They sent me four complimentary samples as well! The Canadian dollar is also much more forgiving. Shipping took a while but again, I'm on the other side of the world. Their range is really impressive too! SHIPS WORLDWIDE

first in fragrance is a German site, very popular in Europe - probably the closest in scope to luckyscent. they have a lot of popular niche lines like creed and montale too. SHIPS EUROPE

notino. very popular european site with a huge range. SHIPS EUROPE

ebay*. Only go with 99% feedback stores and honestly, I would never buy a sample that didn't have free shipping (it's a tiny vial, come on.) but i have bought samples here and it all went very well. a great way to find vintage or hard to find scents - i ordered two samples from the chanel les exclusifs line (HARD to find) from ebay. you can also get bigger decants on ebay, like 5ml/10ml

the brand's own site*. Many (most) niche brands will do samples or a discovery set, often this is the most affordable way to sample a whole house. Le Labo has a very good in built sampling service, I've bought from them many times. i've also bought from sixteen92, imaginary authors, olympic orchids, etc etc.... if you're interested in a niche house, check out their site. zoologist i bought from a reseller but if i was in the US i would buy from their site. there are some houses on etsy too like alkemia and black phoenix alchemy lab.

many fragheads do decants/swaps on fragrantica/basenotes/facebook/reddit, but I have never done this so can't comment on it.

lknu**, LOVE them, their samples are a little expensive but they have samples for their ENTIRE stock (VERY rare), they stock a lot of great, great niche lines that i love or am interested in, free shipping!!!! and they always give me extra samples. highly rec if you’re in AUS/NZ/Asia; they are based in Melbourne! SHIPS WORLDWIDE

If you’re one of the lucky people who live in a country with Sephora, they may stock some of their perfume sample sets. These seem like great value for money and you should definitely check them out!

[dejwrites]

❪ ♡ ❫  ───  ⠀ ⠀⠀ best i ever had  ⠀ 〳 ⠀ k.arashi  ‵

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — warning !! afab reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, fem pet names (babe), reader is black coded, been thinking about benkei heavy lately, suggestive content (but it's not much), mentions of unprotected sex, benkei being Mr. comedian, kinda short, this is me creating soft content for black readers, one of my mutuals mentioned him being a sweetheart and my talk with aisha inspired this lmfao, profanity, mentions of children and future with each other (all that lovey dovey crap), fluff, aftercare, college au, a little humor at the end lol, tr men being soft and expressing their love for their partner >>>>, inspired by best i ever had remix by drake & nicki minaj

TEXTBOOKS AND LOOSELEAF PAPER WERE SCATTERED ACROSS YOUR DORM ROOM FLOORS. The neon lights that were around your room are currently set on the pink lighting that went well with your sophisticated themed room. You let out a faint giggle feeling Benkei's nose brush against the crook of your neck. You never understood that a man his size still thought it was okay to be all on you. His large stature cuddling against you like a big bear protecting its cubs. Despite it's being minutes after coming down from your temporary bliss of seeing stars and feeling your cunt pulse around him, he still found it his mission to practically live in your skin.

The scent of Tobacco Oud by Tom Ford and sweat lingered on your skin as you stared up at the ceiling just basking in the moment of being with Benkei. Midterms week had the two of you running around campus like madmen. Only being able to give each other quick kisses as one was entering the lecture hall or dropping off food in the library as the other was cramming in a late-night study session with their study group. Once midterms week was up, it didn't take long for you to sign him in during visitation hours. Although usually, you bent the rules for yourself due to you being an R.A, you still wanted to be safe just so that moment wouldn't be ruined.

"Kei?" You asked.

"Hm?" He hummed. You could feel his hum vibrate against your marked-up collarbone.

"Do you see us being together when we graduate?" You asked.

The clock was ticking, you only had two more semesters together. You feared what life would be like once you walked across that stage. You've heard countless stories about friendship groups and couples going their separate ways once they threw their caps in the air to celebrate those long years of undergrad.

"You want the honest answer or?" His voice trailed off as you could feel his callous fingertips tracing his name on your skin.

"What do you think?" You sarcastically questioned.

You could feel him let out a sigh as he was snuggled up against you. It wasn't particularly a sigh that could cause you to worry, but a sigh of comfort. Relaxation. It was as if those hard walls he displayed as he walked around campus always came tumbling down when he was with you.

"Yes." He confidently said. "I see a future with you (Y/N)," He admitted. He would lift his head up off your boobs and look at you. "I'm dead fuckin' serious."

You didn't know what to say. Expecting him to say something along the lines of, 'guess we'll just see when the time comes' or 'we shouldn't talk about this right now'.

You rubbed your lips together before your lips parted to speak, but Benkei interrupted you. "Cliche as it sounds, I knew you were the one when I first saw you at that study group."

You kissed at your teeth and playfully rolled your eyes at his comment. "If that was true, that would mean you fell for my looks before getting to know me."

He thought about it for a second, "That's beside the point I'm trying to make. So can I continue?"

"Okay." You giggled. "We really don't have all night before I have to kick you out."

"You just were different and yes, you may have heard that in that horrible Netflix movie you made me watch that one time. But it's true. Your smile lights up every room you walk into. You hold your head up so confidently when you walk into the room that it causes everyone to demand their attention to be on you. I can go on if you like?" Benkei says.

"The cockiness in me would tell you to continue, but I'm not." You joked.

"I love you and I know I'll be in your life in the future after we graduate."

Your face scrunches up at him before your arms wrapped around him in a loving manner. If you squeezed hard enough, you would probably have suffocated the larger man. Although, you were sure he wouldn't mind due to his face being buried in your bare boobs that were decorated with his bite marks and love bites.

A knock was heard on the door and the two of you never hopped up so quickly. Tossing each other clothes to slide on in a quick motion as if the president of the university was about to walk in. When you motioned for Benkei to stay right there, you walked towards the door cracking it open. You saw one of the students that lived on your floor.

"Um— Ms. (L/N)-"

"I told you, you don't have to call me that," You corrected as you stepped a bit closer, but not fully out of your dorm room considering that you were only wearing the shirt Benkai formally was wearing. "What's up? Please don't tell me you locked yourself out of your room again Shailene." You let out a sigh.

"No."

"Then what's wrong? Is someone bothering you? Cause I told you I don't mind—" The sophomore cut your words off sharply.

"Do you have a condom?" Shailene quietly asked. You could see her play with the silver fingers on her fingers and she soon looked down at her yellow-colored crocs.

"Oh." Your lips formed a perfectly shaped 'o' shape.

You felt your dorm room door get tugged open a bit just to reveal Benkei. When Shailene saw him, her eyes grew big. "I'm sorry if I was interrupting you two," She says as she looked between you.

"Here you go." Benkei gave her the condom with a charming smile on her face. "We don't really use them anyway."

"Kei! Shailene, just make sure you sign your guest out on time!"

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[onebangtanstan]

Power Style - Chapter Nineteen : The birthday

I've been in front of my closet for 30 minutes deciding what to wear. I really have to get ready for Yoongi's birthday. I can't be late, Hobi would kill me.

I can't believe it's already Friday. I've been so busy at work these last 2 days that I didn't even realize how quick time went by.

Back to my closet. Thankfully I already did my hair and makeup, I literally just need to put some clothes on. I'm staring at the neatly organized shelves, hoping for an outfit to magically appear in front of me, when I notice the orange fabric. Perfect! I haven't worn that in so long. I match the skirt with a black body suit and black heels, put my coat on, and 5 minutes later, I'm in a cab heading to Tae's place.

We made plans to meet at his with Kook, so we would arrive together.

My phone rings while I'm still in the cab.

« Hey Tae, what's up? » I answer

« Hey Gina, Hobi just texted, we have to get there sooner, how long til you get here? »

« Um I don't know, 3 minutes I guess? »

« Ok we'll meet you downstairs. »

« No problem. »

As soon as I get out of the cab, I'm grabbed by Kook and Tae and almost shoved into their car.

The three of us are now sitting in the back of a van, heading towards Hobi and Jin's appartment.

« Sorry about that, we really have to hurry » Kook says.

« That's ok, I'm guessing Hobi's plans didn't take as long as he expected? »

« Exactly. So he's making us all rush there so we're there before they get home.» Tae says.

« Anyway, how are you G? » Kook asks.

« Good, working a lot for you guys, but it's super interesting! »

« I can't wait to see what you've prepared! » he answers.

« I hope it will be good enough » I tell them

« Oh don't start, of course it will. » Tae almost scolds me, making me laugh.

After a few seconds of silence, Kook speaks up.

« So, about tonight, like we said, stick with us and we'll keep you as far away from Jin as possible. If at any point you want to leave, this car will be on standby, okay? »

« Okay, thanks guys. »

« Don't worry. »

« He better not pull any shit tonight. » Tae mumbles.

« Hey, Tae, don't. »

« I swear Kook, you know what I think about his behaviour. »

« I know, I know. » Kook put a soothing hand on Tae's lap. « Let's just think of Yoongi and make him spend a great birthday. »We all agree.

« He's probably expecting us to be there to be honest. » Tae answers.

« True, but still. » says Kook.

The three of us get out of the car and into an unfamiliar building. I follow the boys into the lift, clearly not knowing where I'm going, and we arrive at the last floor. A single door is in front of us, slightly open. We can hear Namjoon, Jin and Jimin's voices from outside. We walk in and find them sitting around in the couches. The boys all greet each other, but suddenly go back to their conversation when they see me walking behind Tae and Kook. Jin even scoffs at my sight. Is he for real? Chill, Gina, just ignore him.

I am in awe of the appartment. I'm standing in the middle of one huge room. The kitchen is on one side, seperated by an island, 3 velvet couches are placed around the biggest fireplace I've ever seen. A beautifully dressed table occupies the other side of the room. It's clear that Hobi decorated the place, his energy is overflowing in all the colourful details.

« Can I take your coat? » Kook's voice makes me snap out of my gaze.

« Yes thank you! »

I let my coat slide off my shoulders, revealing my outfit.

I feel stares on me as I do so.

« Well fuck. » says Jimin. « She sure can dress. »

« Um..thanks Jimin. » His comment flustered me, first of all because it's coming from him, secondly because I wasn't expecting that reaction.

« You really look stunning, G. » Kook agrees before leaving me in the middle of the room, with nowhere to go. Tae is gone somewhere else, so I'm just standing there by myself, feeling so tiny in front of these 3 men I don't have any desire to talk to. As I'm still looking around, I notice Namjoon's glare on me. What's his problem? Our eyes meet for a split second before he takes a sip of his beer and turns back to his conversation.

« Here you go, darling. » I sigh in relief at the sound of Tae behind me. I turn to see him handing me a glass of champagne.

« Oh, thank you. »

I grab the glass and just hold it. I really don't want to drink tonight, I know that if I do, I'll be piss drunk given how tired I am.

We finally get news from Hobi, who is on his way up with Yoongi. We all sush and wait for the door to open.

3...2...1

« SURPRISE!! » We all exclaim.

Hobi is looking at Yoongi, waiting for his reaction. He smiles at all of us, but especially at Hobi who looks disappointed.

« Is that all? »

« Babe, you organize this every year, and you say the same thing every year. I knew it was happening, but thank you so much, I love it as always. » Kook, Tae and I giggle since we've anticipated that reaction from him. Yoongi brings Hobi in for a cute kiss, making all our hearts melt.

« But hey, there's another person this year! Look Gina's here! » Hobi says, turning his head to look at me. « Who looks fucking amaZIIIING, oh my god, girl! »

« Thanks for being here guys, and Gina too. » Yoongi tells us calmly, being his normal self. « Right, who's getting me a drink? » I giggle, but the others look at him, waiting for the joke. « What I can't take advantage of today? It's my day, so someone go get me a drink. »

Namjoon stands up « Fine. Whiskey? »

« On the rocks. » Yoongi confirms.

« Yeah, yeah, we know. » Namjoon answers ironically.

We're now all sitting in the living room, talking and laughing. I'm staying safely between Kook and Tae, while Jin and Jimin are on the opposite couch, Yoongi is talling to Namjoon on the last couch, and Hobi is going around the room being the perfect guest pleaser. He keeps on insisting to bring me another glass of champagne, but I stand my ground. I drank one glass, and now Îm sticking to water. Which I need to evacuate by the way.

« I'm just going to head to the bathroom real quick. » I tell the boys.

I follow Kook's directions into the only hallway leading out of the living room. After my business is done, I check myself out in the bathroom mirror. It's true, I do look good.

As I walk out the door, I bump into a hard chest. I instantely know it's Namjoon. I recognize his scent. A mix of Tom Ford perfume and just a tad of cigarette.

I turn around, and just as I guessed, I'm faced with his torso. I look up to him, only to see his eyes locked into mine.

« You should watch where you going. » He says, in a low voice.

I gulp. That voice is sending shivers down my spine. Just as I suspected, the slightest amount of alcohol is affecting me already. I pull it together.

« And you shouldn't be waiting behind doors. » I answer back, raising an eyebrow at him.

I can feel my legs shake as his gaze is still penetrating my eyes. Ok, yeah, he's hot. Especially like this, his white hair slicked back, his loose shirt letting his muscular chest appear.

I won't break the gaze. He won't win this, even though it's so hard to stay this way, my back against the door and his big figure towering me.

He finally breaks the silence, but not the stare.

« May I use the bathroom? »

« Oh, uh, yeah sure » I move to the side to let him through, but my weak legs can't seem to carry me anymore. I feel my balance leave my body but his hand catches my arm just as I'm about to ungracefully fall onto the ground. His skin against mine feels like an electric shot rushing through my body, all the way to.. well, you guess where.

He sets me back up on my two feet and lets go once he sees I'm stable.

« As I said, watch where you're going. » He says before letting himself in the bathroom.

It takes me a few seconds to gather myself. I shake my head and make my way back to the living room where Hobi stops me.

« Babe, you good? You look like you've seen a ghost. »

« No I'm good. » I tell him, raising an eyebrow at him. I also notice Kook and Tae staring at me, probably wondering the same thing as Hobi.

« Guys, I'm fine! Just tired » I smile at them.

« Okay, I guess. » Hobi is not convinced. « Anyway, sit down, we're doing the present. » I follow his instructions while he goes to stand in front of the fireplace, right in the middle of the couches. « Hey everyone! I just need to say something real quick. Wait where's Joon. »

« Bathroom. » I instinctively say, making them all turn their heads to me. « I saw him while I was coming back. » I try to save myself. Of course, Hobi, Tae and Kook are looking at each other, trying to figure out how that plays in the fact that I looked shaken.

« Joon, hurry please, Hobi wants to speak! » Yoongi says. It's clear that he's tipsy right now, he's louder that usual.

« I'm here, go ahead Hoba. » Namjoon appears from the corridor, still fixing his outfit from his bathroom run. He straight up stares at me while going back to his seat. I feel the two boys around me intrigued about what they just saw.

« Ok, cool. » Hobi starts. « I would like to raise my glass to Yoongi. Babe, I wish you a very hapy birthday, here's to many more.» Everyone raises their glass with Hobi. « I know you don't like presents buuuut we all chipped in to get you something you've wanted for a while. Before you say anything, please follow me outside. » We all go, already knowing what it is, but wanting to see Yoongi's reaction.

« Ta-daaah! » Hobi says, revealing a brand new barbecue.

« Wooooow! » Yoongi exclaims. He really loves it. « Thanks everyone! You really didn't have to. »

« Of course we did. » says Hobi.

« I can't wait to use this bad boy. I'll make you all dinner sometime. »

Hobi is happy, at least he wasn't expecting the present.

We all stay outside for a bit, the fresh air helping the drunk ones sober up. Jin and Yoongi are in awe of the barbecue, while the others are having a chat around them. I slip myself away to go lean on the edge and admire the view. I could never get sick of it.

I hear them go back inside one by one, but feel someone coming towards me.

« Hey, Gina. »

« Hey Yoongi. Happy birthday. »

« Thank you. Hobi said you chipped in for my present? » I nod. « You didn't have to. »

« I wanted to. »

« Well thank you. And thank you for helping Hobi out when he needed it. »

« Of course! It makes me so happy to see you guys now. But don't keep him away from me for too long! » I joke, making him smirk.

« I promise. I just don't believe it's real yet, so I don't want to let go of him. »

« It is Yoongi, he's yours. »

He sighs and smiles while looking at the view for a few seconds. We stand there side by side admiring the lights coming from all over Seoul.

« Hey by the way, » he says « I know we haven't talked much since we had dinner together, but you do know you can count on me right? I've heard what happened with Jin, and just wanted to let you know that I'm here. I'm not the talkative type in case you haven't noticed. » We both giggle. « But that doesn't mean I'm not there for you. »

« Thanks Yoongi, I really appreciate that. » and  I do. His words send a calming wave through my body. « Same goes for you. »

« Thanks. »

We don't need to talk. Just being there with each other is comforting to us.

« I'm going to head back inside before Hobi goes around asking where I am. »

« It might be too late for that. » I say as I hear his voice from inside. « Where's Yoongi? »

« That's my cue! »

I smile as I watch him go back inside, and see Hobi rush to him as he does.

« There you are! I've been looking all over fo-» I hear him say before Yoongi pulls him in for a passionate kiss.

The way they look at each other after that kiss makes my stomach tighten. I want that too.

Fuck, now I'm emotional. I reach my hand into my bag to grab a cigarette. Yeah, I started smoking again. I light it up and stare at the moon while smoking. I start humming without noticing.

Moonchild, don't cry. When moon rise, it's your time.

« That's beautiful. »

I jump at the sound of Namjoon's voice. « Fuck, you scared me. » I say turning to him. « And you made me drop my cigarette. » I add, realizing that it's no longer in my hand but probably lying on the sidewalk all the way down.

« You need to chill. »

« Please don't start. » I show my back to him and start looking for another cigarette.

« Here. » he hands one to me and lights it up once I have it in my mouth.

« Thanks. » I proceed to walk to the other side of the balcony.

After a few minutes of silence, I hear him getting ready to talk.

« What were you singing? » He half shouts, given the distance I put between us.

« A song. » I let him know, looking at him with a smirk on my face. I'm being a smart-ass I know. But it worked. His jaw is clenched, indicating that I pissed him off. It makes him look hotter too. Not that I care though.

« I figured. What is it? » He asks harshly. I guess his love for music is stronger than his hate for me.

I take my time to answer, appreciating the last drags of my cigarette.

« None of your business. » I point out as put my cigarette out, staring him down before turning my heels and going back inside. I saw the annoyance in his eyes, and still feel it on me as I'm walking away. He didn't get what he wanted this time.

I spot Kook on the other side of the room.

« Hey, I'm going to head home, where did you put my coat again? »

« Oh I'll get it for you! »

« Leaving so soon? » I turn around and see Jin walking towards me.

« Go away, Jin. »

« I asked you a question. »

« Jin. Get the fuck away from her. » Tae shouts from the other side of the room, making Jimin and Hobi look at us.

« Relax, we're just talking. » Jin answers. He's clearly drunk.

« I have nothing to say to you. » I let him know, in case he hadn't understood yet.

« Ok, what the fuck happened here? » Jimin asks.

« What happened is that Gina is an ungrateful bitch. » I notice Jungkook grabbing onto Tae who is ready to jump on Jin.

« Excuse me? Wow, ok. You should look in a mirror Jin. » I spit at him before turning my heels.

« Oh, I see. » says Jimin. « Jin was a dick once again. »

« Exactly. » I answer, putting my coat on.

« Hey don't leave, we were talking. What was it about the mirror? I already know how handsome I am. » That would of made me laugh a week ago, but now it just grosses me out.

« Hey, Jin, let it go. » We turn to Namjoon who is standing at the balcony door. Jin walks away from me his hands in the air as if he was getting arrested.

« Right, I'm leaving guys, have a good evening. Thanks for inviting me Hobi. » I take him into my arms.

« You know I'm calling you tomorrow right? I need to know what happened here. As soon as I'm done taking care of my drunk baby. »

« No problem. Say bye to Yoongi for me. »

Kook and Tae walk me back to the door and bring me in their arms as goodbye.

« Call us if you need anything. » Kook says.

« I know. »

« Anything. » says Tae. Ok, angry Tae is scary.

« I will, I promise. Bye guys. »

« Bye, G. »

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top 5 favorite larry fics you've ever read

Look, here are more than five Harry/Louis fics, all of which I remember liking, and all of which have happy endings:

Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12 - Harry’s new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

Black and Blue by Alison - Louis is a barista who is a bit damaged from a previous relationship. Harry is a musician who is all warmth and light. Rebuilding a life takes time.

Looking Through You by allwaswell16 - Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.

take a sad song and make it better by amory - Louis couldn’t save Harry, but he sure as hell won’t let this happen to Jude.

take my hand (and my heart and soul) by bananasandboots - Harry feels nauseous when he opens his mouth. “Hey. Um, hi. It’s me,” he mumbles before realizing with a jolt that Louis might not have his number anymore. “It’s Harry… Styles,” he tacks on, screwing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose. This was a terrible idea.There’s silence on the other end for a long time. Harry understands. He shouldn’t have called. He tries not to let the static swallow him whole.“I – yeah. Hi,” Louis finally answers, slowly, awkwardly. “I um. Sorry. I heard about your accident. You’re alright?"Or, the one where Harry hasn’t spoken to his best friend in sixteen months and can’t remember why.

And So Far So Good by checkthemargins - It’s been a year since Louis got hurt. Sometimes, when Harry’s alone, he catches the scent of Tom Ford cologne where it doesn’t exist. Louis’s never stepped foot in this room, but Harry breathes in the ghost of him and pretends not to notice the goosebumps breaking out across his skin.

we are the greatest pretenders by chillpills - “You do matter,” he says, roughly. “You matter so much, and you’re not just a computer, because you’re Hazza, and you’re mine, and it doesn’t matter what they say because I think you’re the best person I’ve ever known and I’d be honored to serve with you and - ” Harry tosses the memory drive aside and then throws his arms around Louis and drags him down on top of him, burying his face in Louis’ neck. Louis can feel Harry’s forehead against his false pulse, and hear the quiet sobbing noises he’s making under his ear.

teenage dreams in a teenage circus - The three of them have always been a unit, seamlessly pulling pranks to get revenge and keep life interesting. The last few months of sixth form bring about a lot of changes, however. Gemma refuses to let anything stop her from getting into her top-pick uni, Perrie second-guesses what makes her special, and Louis breaks the most common of friend codes: he falls for his best mate’s little brother. A coming-of-age tale rife with sneaking around, late-night vandalism, first times, successes, and jealousy.

Chestnuts Roasting… And All That by elsi_bee - Louis is apparently the only person at his new job who is single as can be. It’s not a big deal to just tell his new colleagues that he has a boyfriend, right? Until he has to make this imaginary boyfriend magically appear at the office holiday party. Cue fake relationship antics with a certain someone who is more than willing to play along.

Shall Never Be Saved By Half by jibrailis - One Direction is a superhero team, and Niall and Louis aren’t friends, except for the part where they keep falling into bed together.

You’re A Universe by jiksa - Harry doesn’t ever mean to hurt him; Louis doesn’t know how to tell him that it’s the only thing he ever does anymore.Or, Louis’s a stay-at-home dad in London and Harry’s a business expat in Qatar. Louis doesn’t know how much longer their marriage can survive the distance.

Tell Me How To Feel About You Now by justyrae - Louis thought it would feel different once he got to LA. He knew it was best for him; a fresh start as far away as he could get. But when the plane touched down and he stepped out into the hot air around LAX, Louis felt exactly the same.There’s still a hole in his chest where his heart used to be; ripped away even after trying for so many years to keep it from happening. He knows it’s not all his fault, not by a mile, but it doesn’t stop him from blaming himself for it all going wrong.If he’d just stayed strong, if he’d said no when he said yes, maybe everything would be different.Or, Harry has been trying to convince Louis to date him for years, but Louis has always been wary of Harry’s fairly obvious commitment issues. Louis eventually gives him a chance, opening his heart up to the one thing he fears.

A Reptile Dysfunction by makesomelove - Or, Louzard."So what’s wrong with me then?” Louis says.“Well, I’m no expert…” Liam says. “But in my opinion, I’d have to guess, well. Yer a lizard, Louis!”

a cage for every ugly spirit by sarcasticfluentry - First-year uni student Harry gives up orgasms for Lent, featuring a cock cage and weekly prostate milkings on Sundays. Warning for religion kink.

fading by tothemoonmydear - Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

a pile of broken parts by walkinginthewinds - AU. Harry has been struggling for quite some time now. All his husband Louis wants is for him to feel something again.

The Dead of July by whimsicule - Being an Avenger means continuing to be Captain America and smiling and being honorable for the public and Harry does his best. But it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. Just being Harry had always involved Louis, and Harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.or: Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

So Much We Didn’t Say by whyidontknow1 - Harry’s near fatal accident exposed the cracks in his and Louis’ eleven year marriage. A serious error in judgement by Louis shattered it completely.

like a boomerang by youwilll - AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a Wednesday, and it’s always February 2nd. Until it isn’t.

(and yes, one of these isn’t Harry/Louis because i clearly tagged it wrong in my database, but it’ll be a treat for you to read something different)