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Neighbors: Shawn x Plus-Size Reader Chapter 17

a/n I could literally go on and one and one about this chapter. What I was thinking, what I meant, what I wanted it to feel like. But I really just want to leave it all out here for you. If you have thoughts please come talk to me about them. I am literally bursting at the seams right now. I used a song for this chapter called Grow as We Go by Ben Platt. It is beautiful, please listen to it. I love you. K bye.

Warnings: smut, love, feels, pizza, and space buns.

Y/n’s point of view*

You’re sitting on the couch between Stu and Bryan when your phone starts to ring.

Shawn:I just knocked on your old apartment door out of habit

Shawn: a forty-year old man lives there now. He had me go into his daughter’s room and sign a poster.

You can’t help but snort. Of course he went into the room. Idiot.

y/n: Shawn why would you enter that man’s home in the first place?

Shawn: He was nice! I felt bad for interrupting his day. Can we get back to the issue at hand which is that you’re no longer ten feet away from me?

y/n: and kind of homeless? Certainly a massive turn of events has occurred.

Shawn: Where are you? I’ve got the movie Us on my tv. We haven’t watched scary movies together in a long time.

Y/n: I’m at Stu and Bryan’s. Are you asking me on a date right now?

Shawn: Yes. Come overrrrrr. Please?

“Welp! I have to go.” You announced pushing yourself off the couch

“And just where are you going, young lady? It’s past your curfew!” Stu chuckled.

You flipped your friend off and quickly began ruffling through your suitcase for cuter underwear.

“Funny. Some random guy wants me to come over. As fun as you both are, I haven’t had dick in over six months.”

Bryan was confused.

“I thought she was giving things another go with Shawn.”

“She is, baby. Random guy is not random at all. She’s ditching us for her future husband. Try to keep up.” Stu explained patting his boyfriend on the arm in consolation.

You found the pale pink lacey number and quickly ran around changing your entire outfit to look less “woman sleeping on her friend’s couch” and more “comfy chic but you can totally bend me over in you want”.

“Isn’t the whole point of being in a relationship that you don’t have to do whatever it is you’re doing right now?”

You rolled your eyes again as you slipped into a pair of shorts that showed off your ass and a tank top that would provide a wonderful excuse to snuggle under a blanket.

“Perhaps you missed the part where we kind of broke up slash kinda didn’t but definitely did? This is surely the least I could offer him. And the least he can offer me...is his penis! Goodnight friends!”

You uber’d to Shawn’s which frankly was a little cocky on your part. There were nothing that said Shawn had to let you spend the night again, nothing that even said he had to have sex with you that night. Although you had both come to terms with everything and agreed to be together, you hadn’t exactly decided where you were starting. Was this an all the way back to the beginning sort of deal, or were you simply progressing from where you left off?

When he opens the door and pulls you in by your hips to kiss your lips like he hadn’t seen you in months, you think maybe things will lean in the direction you wanted them too. Here's a hoping.

“Well hello to you too.”

His eyes widened and he quickly stepped back.

“Was that wrong? I shouldn’t have done that right? Shit.”

You shake your head and close the door before the neighbors ask him to sign more things.

“You’re totally fine. That is a perfectly acceptable way to greet me.”

“Come on. My apartment missed you.”

The living room is set up a little differently than usual. Gone are Shawn’s video game consoles and in their place is an abundance of pillows and candles littered about. He made popcorn, and it doesn’t even smell burnt. He’s got your favorite blanket folded and waiting. It’s so weird. It kind of feels like a first date all over again. But also it just sort of feels like home.

“Have you seen the movie yet?” He asked as you adjusted yourselves into the cushions.

You shook your head softly. “No. I’ve heard good things though.”

“It’s pretty fucking terrifying. Might need you to hold me half way through.”

“Yea?”

“Yea.”

Your mind was on a very distinct path. A path of a woman who had begun showing signs of carpal tunnel from flipping her bean too much. So, when Shawn reminded you that you’d left one of your big t-shirts in his room if you wanted to “get comfortable”, you were sure that you were picking up all of the signals. You tugged at your shorts and settled your underwear in that really sexy, but totally non functional way above your hips and walked back out to the living room to get your man.

The moving is playing and the sun is still out and no one has died yet. Shawn smiled at you as you walk back into the room. It’s all the motivation you need to straddle him right there on the couch. When your lips touch, it’s exactly what you’ve been missing. You ran your tongue along his bottom lip, nipped softly at the skin with your teeth. His hands came up to rest on your lower back, and you pushed your hips down against his playfully. God you missed him.

So when his hands come up to where yours are gripping tightly in his hair the only thing that comes to mind is maybe he’ll flip you face down ass up. Not that he might push you away all together.

“Babe.” He whined reaching for the remote. “W--What about the movie?”

You peered back at M’baku’s face. Surely he was sexy as all hell, but like...you’d had other plans.

“Oh...did you really want to watch that?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yea? We haven’t seen each other in months. And the last time we did anything sexual you used me like a vibrator and then hung up on me.”

You sighed collapsing back on your heels. “Shawn, I thought we weren’t holding grudges against each other.”

“We’re not! Hey, look at me.” He mumbled sternly, grabbing your chin with his fingers. “I’m not holding a grudge. I just thought it might be good for us to ease into things. I missed you y/n. Like in your entirety, as a human being. I actually wanted to spend time with you.”

You groaned softly letting your forehead come to rest on his chest. Leave it to Shawn to somehow make not having sex with you sound like prose. Bastard.

“That sounds incredibly sweet. And lovely.”

He snorted. “But?”

“No. No buts. You’re right. We should...ease. If I wake up again humping my pillow, well those are just the consequences I’ll have to live with.”

“I’m sorry.” He chuckled, and kissed your forehead. “If it makes you feel any better, the amount of wet dreams I’ve had on tour is double anything I had when I was a teenager.”

“It doesn’t make me feel any better. It makes me horny. Let’s watch your movie, boy scout.”

You rolled off of him, exasperated and a bit frustrated, and let him put the movie back on. His eyes roamed over your face in what was probably concern, but you figured you should keep your eyes on the movie. No one said it would be easy to fall back into a relationship like theirs.

Eventually the movie completely captures both of you. You worm yourself around Shawn’s bicep and gasp a little when the jumpscares happen. It’s a hell of a movie. A movie rooted in something far greater than just its first glance. As a horror buff, you’re a bit taken aback at it all. And when it ends you spend the next hour just talking about what it all means. This is the natural part. When it’s just the two of you talking each other’s ear off, and the other having nothing else they’d rather listen to.

When Shawn starts to clean up from your night together it sort of seems like your cue to leave. You tug your shorts and shoes back on and flicker through the app to find your uber.

“Hey. Where are you going?” He asked stepping back into the living room from the kitchen.

“Oh I’m just getting my ride back home. Didn’t feel like trying to find a place to park.”

He frowned. “You’re not staying?”

“Did you...want me to stay?”

“W--Well yea. We haven’t cuddled in a long time. I sort of thought that was a given.”

“Well I thought so too and then there was the whole not wanting to touch me thing, so I figured I shouldn’t assume.”

He groaned helplessly and came to plop down on the couch beside you.

“Why would you say that? Of course I want to touch you. I”m just trying not to fuck this up again.”

You peered over at him, both of you a little frustrated and a lot confused. Apparently this was going to be a little more difficult than either of you gave credit for.

You reached slowly to climb into Shawn’s lap, eyeing him to make sure that it was okay. He reached for your hips and ran his fingers beneath your shirt. It made you tingle, but that’s not important.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, playing at his curls. “I guess I just...wasn’t sure how far back we were starting. I want to sleep in the same bed with you. I want to hold you again. And I missed my best friend too, dammit. I just also missed my boyfriend.”

He nodded. “You’re right. We didn’t really discuss it. It’s gonna take some time for us to get the hang of things. But...I don’t want to start all over. I love that I sleep the best when I’m wrapped around you. And I love hiding my face in your neck and in your hair. I’ve missed these things for months. I don’t want to miss them anymore. Can we please go to bed? We can talk more in the morning.”

“Okay. Can you kiss me first?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He pulls you by the chin until your lips touch and it’s so much better than before. There’s hunger there, something that says you’ve tasted what it was like to be apart and you’re not interested in ever going back. His tongue teases you until you’re opening up, until he’s kissing you like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to do. Your heart picks up speed in your chest and your hips get a little tighter around his waist. He teases as your thighs with his palms and then all of a sudden you’re flying through the air as your boyfriend lifts you with a grunt and take you to bed.

“What in the hell!” You gasp holding on for dear life.

You did not simply just get lifted. Especially not by your much thinner,much lighter boyfriend. Even more than that you had thought that you didn’t even want to be lifted. The thought of someone throwing their back out or struggling under your weight was all you needed to ruin the mood. But here he was. Surprising you as always.

“Baby we don’t have time. We gotta go to bed.” He grinned playfully.

“Well this is just ...unbelievably hot against my better judgement.” You whined hiding your face in his neck in fear that he might drop your ass any second. “You spend a lot of time lifting Camila to get this move down?”

“Not funny and not now!”

You snorted playfully. “Just seem to really enjoy dancing and wall humping all of a sudden. I thought i'd ask.”

He absolutely purposely lets you fall with a slightly too big of a bounce to the bed before climbing delightfully on top of you. When the weight of his hips roots you to bed, you knot your fingers in his sweats and try to tug him even closer. You didn’t know it was possible to miss someone this much. Especially not when they’re frowning at you for taking the piss out of them.

“You were making fun of me.” He whined playfully.

You shook your head. “Oh no, I wasn’t. There’s nothing I loved more than being in the middle of Madrid only to see my man with his tities out hip grinding with Camilla Cabello. It was actually a highlight for me.”

“Your man, aye?” He grinned nose skimming the length of your neck.

“Of course that is what you got out of that.”

“Everything else was nonsense. It was a music video. I’ll have you know I can now do at least a basic salsa, and I’d love to take you out sometime.”

You snorted. “So you can drop my ass on the ground too?”

“Okay you officially paid way too close attention to me while you were away!”

But you only continued laughing.

***

When you wake up Shawn’s already awake. You were usually one to turn away in your sleep, but this time you’d managed to cradle into his chest. His fingers were in your hair, playing delicately with the strands. The sun peeked through his curtains and you were amazed even now at how beautiful his cheekbones were in the light. For a moment you just stare at each other. His eyes are that beautiful shade of hazel and his thumb grazes across your cheek like somehow you might be just as pretty as he is. Apparently you kinda were. When he kisses you, your toes feel weightless and your tummy flutters like crazy. You missed this.

He moves to roll you over, smoothly finding his way between your thighs. His fingers skim underneath your t-shirt and the whole time those lips are still on yours. When his hips start to move, and yours are canting against his you start to feel breathless. And needy. And a little desperate.

“Take your shirt off.” He mumbled softly leaning up on his knees to follow his own directive.

You blinked up at him. “But I thought…”

“Take it off, baby. I need you.”

Well. Yes. Yes to all of that.

You tugged at your own shirt haphazardly before tugging his sweats down his thighs. Your fingers wasted no time in reaching into his briefs to hold his hardening cock in your hand.

He groaned softly, head bowing at your touch. You were wet already. That literally was all it took. How stupid of you to think that you could ever do without this. God, you needed him.

“Fuck,” He sighed. “You have no idea how much I missed that.”

His thighs are firm and solid, muscles tensing on every upward stroke. You love watching him as you touch him, the way his face scrunches up in pleasure. It’s the furrowing of his brow. The way that he bites his lip. The way his hips press forward desperately for you as his tip gets red and rosey.

“Want you to do something for me.” You mumbled from beneath him.

He nods without question, always willing to please you.

“Anything, baby. Just wanna make you feel good.”

You blow softly on his head pressing a kiss to the open slit.

“Want you to fuck my face….And then I want you to make love to me.”

It’s a bit of a contradiction and you can see the shock on his face at your words, but you kind of need him fast and hard, and you kind of need him now. Doesn’t mean a bitch can’t be sentimental too.

“Holy fucking shit I missed you so much.” He whined breathlessly. “A--Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

You tugged at the back of his thigh and nodded your head.

“Please, Shawn? Please?”

“God.” He whined reaching down to thumb at your jaw. “Fuck, okay. Okay.”

You shuffled back against the pillows so that your back was supported by the wall the bed lies against. Shawn straddled you, sweats still pooled around his knees as he settled his fingers into your hair. He still looked at you so softly. His eyes were warm and homey and he held your jaw like it was something precious. It’s a complete juxtaposition to the groan that leaves his mouth when he pushes his hips slowly so that he fills your lips. And it’s so fucking hot.

“Your mouth is so warm, so wet. Baby, Jesus.”

You peer up at him so tall and red faced above you. He’s biting away at his lip and he’s trying not to hurt you and it’s all just a little too much. So you reach your fingers into your thong to play with your clit and move your head forward slow and steady until his balls rest on your chin. The response is incredible for both of you.

“Holy fucking shit!” He grunted fingers clenching your hair. “I can feel it. I can feel it in your throat. Oh my god.”

You gag slightly and pull back, his cock covered in spit with a trail still connected to your lips. You smile hopefully up at him as if to ask whether or not you’d done a good job and trail your fingers up his thighs to feel the muscles tense.

“Did I do good?” You whimpered kissing at the head.

His eyes are blown wide and it’s very clear that something new entirely is happening between the both of you, something that you hadn’t quite explored yet. And what a hell of a time to start messing around with sexual exploration after a six month pause on a relationship.

“You did so good. You suck me off better than anyone ever could, baby. You’re perfect.”

You practically purr at his words, fingers pressing a little harder against your sensitive nub.

“Can I suck it some more?”

“Fuck. Yes. Yes you can.”

Pleasing him is like the easiest and most rewarding thing on the planet. He’s so expressive with his face, so willing to give you all of the praise in the world, that he always seems to feel good. It doesn’t mean you can’t up the ante. Doesn’t mean you can’t force his fingers into your hair and moan around him until he’s pushing his hips shallowly against your mouth. It also doesn’t mean that he can’t always praise you more.

“Oh my god, y/n! Y--You’ve gotta let me know if I’m hurting you. Gotta tell me if I need to stop okay--ahhh fuck.”

You make sure to bob your neck and to watch him as he loses it above you. It’s the most sensual thing in the world to watch him in pleasure. The sweat on his brow. The redness in his cheeks and neck. The way his lips stay open just enough for his tongue to poke through when he slides deeper than he thought he could. It might have been a whim but it’s for sure the top five moments of watching him ever. So much so that your thighs starts to pulse and your fingers turn sloppy on your clit as an orgasm builds in your toes. And just as you’re sure you’re going to lose it, he pulls the fuck back. Bastard.

“Please I--I’m gonna cum if you keep going. Please baby let me be in you.” He whined.

He nearly trips getting out of his sweats, but when he’s between your thighs and his hard on is pressing betweens your folds, already slicking himself up with your juices, you fail to think about anything but him inside you.

“Put it in, Shawn please.” you mumbled sucking a mark into his clavicle.

He moaned. “Are you sure you don’t want me to eat you out first?”

“I’m literally pooling in my underwear right now. Just make love to me please.”

And who knew love could feel so fucking good. It is desperate and needy and sticky and so fucking replenishing that you are full to the brim of utter elation and a complete inability to breathe at the same time. He stretches you unbelievably well, his hands cupping your face while his tongue is in your mouth. You moan for him and he for you and you really are just so attentive to one another. Your legs and arms locked around him hips working against his as his pubic bone ruts against you. And you can’t help but run your fingers through his hair, to touch his biceps and his neck and his hips and his stomach. You wanted to re-familiarize yourself with his body, and with his heart. It helps that he’s gripping your cheeks and rubbing your thighs and grabbing at your stomach like every part of you matters to him, like every part is something that is precious and loveable.

“I missed you.” You whispered against his neck. “I missed you so much.”

His fingers grow tight again against your scalp and his hips stutter against yours.

“I love you, so much. Don’t ever fucking leave me again.”

You’re both so fucked for one another. And there’s something about this need to restore everything that was broken. Something about wanting to pull your heart out and offer it to the other person if it just meant that they would know you were all in. You were his in that way that meant you were still entirely your own person, but that you wanted to give him all of the love and the passion and the kindness and the serenity that you could offer another person. There’s something about fixing the pain with your lips, about finding any traces of anything other than love and making them that, infinitely. When he’s gasping against your lips and telling you that you’re the only thing he wants, that you’re everything, it can only heighten the pleasure.

Somehow your eyes become wet and your fingers turn to fists in his hair and your orgasm creeps up on you in the most overwhelming way.

“I’m gonna cum.” You cry back arching. “Oh my--Shawn!”

He attaches his lips to your neck and fist his fingers in the sheets as he somehow manages to fuck you through the most world shattering orgasm you think you’ve ever had. It is only made infinitely better when he cums with your name on his lips, and this warm feeling spreads within you as you literally take him for every drop that he’s got.

“Oh my god.” He mumbled. “You are a magical creature, do you know that?”

“Fuck off and you just made me cum my brains out.” You huffed thighs squeezing around him again for emphasis.

It makes him laugh a little bit, which only makes you happier.

“You’re so beautiful.” He hums kissing you again and again until you’re giggling up a storm.

“I love you.”

“I love you. Come here.”

You’re completely wrapped up in one another again when his phone starts to ring on the bed side table and there’s nothing you want less in the world then to let him go.

Shawn groaned. “It’s probably Andrew. Just give me a minute.”

You whine softly and make yourself busy with sucking another hickey into his chest, much to Shawn’s excitement and frustration and your delight.

“H--Hello?” He murmured making eye contact with you as you circled his nipple with your tongue. “Mhmmm.”

One second he looks like he might just hang up and dive back into the covers with you, and the next he’s scrambling to pull out like a frazzled virgin. Rude.

“Shit! Shit, I’m coming. I’m on my way right now. I swear! I’m so sorry.”

“Who died?!” You gasped as he left you cold and wet and quite frankly dripping on his expensive ass sheets.

He ran straight for the bathroom completely ignoring his very beautiful girlfriend in the bedroom.

“I’m late! Rehearsals started forty-five minutes ago and I’m late! I live ten minutes from the goddamn place. Andrew is going to have my ass.”

He runs back out to you and plops back on the bed with a warm washcloth to slip between your thighs.He slows down for a minute and grips lovingly at your knee. Your eyes meet as he cleans you and it’s maybe even more intense then whatever you’d done just moments prior.

“Hey I--I’m so sorry that I wasn’t more careful. I wasn’t thinking and I just...Should’ve been more responsible.”

You smiled up at him softly and gripped at his wrist between your legs.

“I appreciate the sentiment. That’s what the birth control is for. Just got a little swept up in the moment.”

“That’s certainly one way to describe what you do to me. God, I’m so late.”

And then he’s back up jumping in a blur of soap and shampoo and tugging on clothes with a vengeance while you proceed to just bask in your post-orgasm bonelessness.

He tugs on his boots and a scarf before climbing back into bed to kiss you goodbye. You hate to think that you could get used to mornings like this.

“Do you...do you wanna maybe come to the venue today? Just to hang out? No pressure.” He whispered nuzzling into your neck.

You sighed and pulled him a little closer. “Can I meet you there later? Think I should probably head back to Stu’s to change.”

“Yea, of course . . . You know you could bring some stuff over here too. If you wanted. Like in the meantime, or whatever.”

He’s all bashful and red cheeks, and it is absolutely insufferable how much you love him.

You giggle softly. “Or whatever, aye? You sure I wouldn’t be intruding on your bachelor pad lifestyle?”

“Not at all. I don’t want to move faster than you want to move. Just know I want you here always. And we can talk later when you come to the venue, okay? About everything we keep not talking about when we’re having sex.”

“K. Seems like the least you could do is kiss me goodbye.”

You tug as his scarf to feel his lips on yours for the umpteenth time that morning. It is truly a miracle you let him leave at all.

***

Shawn’s pov

He’s in a good mood. He’s in a great mood. Shit, he might be in the greatest mood of all time. There’s a skip in his step as he walks from the parking garage to the venue. He smiles at all of the employees he comes across, takes twenty pictures before he even makes it inside. The truth is, he’s kind of on top of the world.

Andrew is waiting for him when he finally gets to stage. The show at Roger’s was going to be a whole new level, and it required a little extra planning on their end, hence the time off to prepare for the show. The good news is he’s not in a place where the shows feel like a burden anymore. That had been his learning process while she was away. For a moment, he’d needed something to blame for the pain and the hurt that he was experiencing. At the time it had only made sense for the tour to take that blame. It wasn’t until he started writing just to write, and playing music in the hotel rooms that he was able to remember what music meant to him. It became cathartic again, became his therapy when it was two am and he wanted her so badly, but he knew that he couldn’t call. And then he started leaving it all out on the stage, and it started to hurt less. Was everything fixed? Certainly not. But he also wasn’t kicking and screaming at every show anymore either.

“I’m so sorry I’m late you guys! The time just really got away from me this morning.” He smiled happily as he started to remove his scarf and jacket.

His band begins to snicker and Andrew just simply let his head fall into his hands with a groan.

“What’s wrong? What I do?”

Andrew rolled his eyes. “You look like a chew toy Shawn. I take it y/n is back in town?”

He touched sheepishly at his neck trying to cover up the hickey. Apparently there must have been many though because Zeubin was just giving him a sad shake of his head. Tough crowd.

“Woops. Well...she is. And everything is okay. We’re okay. I have never been happier, and my hands are itching to play. So shall we focus a little less on my love life and a little more on the show?”

He gets a guitar in his hands and it all just makes sense. He’s vibing with the band and they’re all feeding off each other’s energy. She’s on his mind the entire time. The taste of her lips. The look on her face when he filled her. The sound of his name as an acknowledgement of pleasure. Waking up that morning with her head on his chest and that damn nose whistle of her’s that he has missed so much. It’s the most incredible feeling in the world when it all aligns. When the art reflect his life and his life is a reflection of the art. It’s all that he had ever asked for. And it feels like maybe, just maybe he might get it right this time.

“Woooh! That was beautiful! Holy shit guys.”

Andrew gives him the nod of approval and Zeubin is just as ecstatic as he is. It’s all just sort of clicking in that magical way that music does sometimes. And it’s only the rehearsal.

They run another four songs before breaking. Andrew pulls him to another meeting about press releases for another song he’d written, so it’s not exactly a break for him. Until his phone starts to vibrate that is.

y/n: Would it be super corny to wear one of your merch sweatshirts? It’s chilly and I spent seventy-five dollars on it.

Shawn: You did not! You got it free and you know it.

Shawn: It would not be corny. It would actually make me incredibly happy.

y/n: But it’s still an expensive ass sweatshirt love.

y/n: well I guess that settles it. Think you could get away to meet me for lunch?

Shawn: I’ll figure it out. Hurry?

y/n: Yea okay. Be there soon.

“Did you hear anything I said in the last five minutes?” Andrew asked as he bowed his head again to read y/n’s response.

“Yes! Something about an insta live and some questions or something…?”

Andrew was not very impressed.

“Okay. I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt because I think I have an idea of how you might be feeling right now. And honestly it’s just good to see you smile again. Go. Go be with her. And be back here ready to rehearse by one. Does that sound fair?”

He’s already out of his chair and running to hug the guy before he makes a dash for it.

“Thanks Andrew! I’ll be back at one, promise!”

He waits outside for her to pick him up and he’s absolutely fucking giddy inside. She’s got him wrapped around her finger, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever come down. When she pulls up in front of the venue with sunglasses on and his face on her shirt and a smile so bright it makes his stomach flutter, it leaves him helpless. Helpless to do anything but jump right into her car and kiss her silly. He still can’t believe he went six months without her. How?

“Mmm, Hi.” She giggled.

He sighed gripping her cheek in his palm.

“I missed you.”

“It was only four hours, but I missed you too. I figured we could go somewhere I can get day drunk and have you drive me back when I get handsy.”

“That sounds fucking wonderful. Let’s do it.”

They hold hands and sing along to the radio. His fucking song comes on and she doesn’t dispise it some how despite it being a reflection of the darkest part of their relationship. This is the part that they’re good at. Loving and holding and touching and adoration. When they’re good, they’re the best. Because they both have so much love to give and only one person they want to give it to. So when you offer them lunch on a sunny September day when the leaves are falling and they’re together, it just feels like everything.

“You look really beautiful today.” She whispers to him over a fruity cocktail at barely twelve o’clock in the afternoon.

He feels his cheeks warm and his heart sore. He leaned on his arms and pressed forward to kiss her again.

“Thank you, honey. You look really beautiful too.”

“You’re right. We’re kind of a couple of catches.”

“True! So...we should probably talk right? About us?”

She nodded and reached for his hand to hold hers.

“Yea, of course. Do you--is there somewhere you wanted to start?”

He frowns a little and takes to drawing shapes into the back of her hand to still himself.

“I guess I’d want you to know that as soon as I’m done with the tour, I’m taking a year off. Non negotiable. And I would like...shit I would love if we could spend that year together. I’m ready to prioritize this part of my life with you, and I don’t want anything to get in the way of that.”

She snorted softly and smiled at him. “What the hell are you even gonna do for a year off. Follow me around for once?”

“Yes. I will sit in your office all day and bug the hell out of you. Maybe I can set up a studio in there and everything.”

“Oh absolutely! Can I ask you something though?”

“Of course. You can ask me anything.”

“One of the times that we spoke while I was away you said that...that I was the uh love of your life. I guess I was just wondering if you still felt that way?”

She’s nervous and flustered and twitchy and it is so incredibly adorable. How could she not be the love of his life sitting there looking like that.

“Did I ever tell you what my mum said when I brought you home for the first time?” He asked softly playing with her hands again.

She shook her head.

“‘Liyah told me that she thought you were the one for me immediately. Like after the first night. And I think I kept trying to ignore it because we hadn’t actually been together all that long but...being away from you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Not even the physical proximity, but just the not talking, the what ifs. I don’t ever wanna go to bed again without knowing we’re together.” He tried to explain. “I just...I feel something different when I’m with you. And I’m tired of denying that because of something like time. I’m in love with you. And I think--I think you’re the one for me. I know it’s kinda scary to say and I’m not gonna like ask you to marry me next week but...I’m in this. With you. For however long you’ll have me.”

It makes her eyes a little dewy. And they’re making such intense eye contact that there might as well be nothing around them. Not people, not the restaurant, nothing. It’s just the two of them being honest with each other. And it feels incredible. To know that they had a really healthy relationship before, only to completely evolve and make themselves better. It was like a new level.

“I knew that I loved you in October.” She blurts out quietly.

He grinned a little. “October, aye? We met in August.”

“Yes, I’m aware Shawn.” She rolled her eyes. “I had a really bad day at work. Some asshole receptionist was talking shit in the kitchen about the, and I quote: ‘egotistical fat bitch on the top floor who thinks her shit don’t stink.’”

“What?! You never told me that!”

“Of course not. I’d met you in October, remember?” She snickered. “I just remember, I came home. And you were there. And you knew something was up without me having to say it. You invited me over for movies and cuddling. It was our first official sleepover aside from when we would fall asleep coincidently. You bought my favorite wine and got snacks. You made me feel like--like everything was gonna be okay. And I--I knew. I knew I’d fallen for your annoying ass.”

He smiled dopely at her. “Why do I have to be annoying? Why can’t I just be sweet and wonderful?”

“You are both of those things. Hence the annoyance. But I love you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Her eyes are wide and clear and so incredibly honest. It makes it all feel so much more real. Here they are loving each other and being open with that love. All of his worries and his insecurities were gone. He didn’t need them when she was looking at him that way, when she was loving him that way. And God did he not have all the love in the world to give her back.

Throughout lunch they keep pulling back layers, keep telling each other what they need. She’s willing to fly out once a month on weekends if he’s willing to let her work while she’s there. And he’s willing to not push her so hard about her stress levels if she’s willing to keep him updated when she’s struggling. He needs her to reach out so that he feels less like a burden for doing the same. He needs to know what’s going on in that head of hers. She needs him to find a way to be present for her from across the world. She needs the dumb selfies, and the wake up texts, and the random carepackages of a sweatshirt that smells like him. It’s not a foolproof plan, and they have to both be willing to acknowledge that there are going to be difficulties that come there way. But this is where they’re at. A strong united front. What a fucking concept.

By the time they finish lunch, her tongue is red from her strawberry daiquiri and she’s leaning her head on his shoulder as they wait for the valet to bring the car around. He’s definitely driving back.

“Are you sure you wanna hang around the venue all day? It could get boring. I can drive you back to my place, or Stu’s even.”

She frowns and presses her cold lips against his neck. “I haven’t heard you play in so long. I miss it.”

He wraps his arms around her waist and squeezes. It’s the kindest thing in the world she could have said to him. He has to hide his face in her hair because he just know he’s absolutely beaming.

“Okay.”

They’re so absorbed in each other that the valet has to clear his throat to get their attention. So forgive them for not noticing the fans across the street who catches him kissing her, or opening the door for her, or taking five whole minutes to drive off because she really is handsy when she’s day drunk. In the time that it takes for him to drive from one side of town to the other the pictures go up on twitter, some magazine makes a headline, and all of a sudden the world is in shock that Shawn Mendes and his ex have “rekindled their explosive romance”. As far as he’s concerned, he’s just driving back to work.

***

*y/n’s point of view*

Reconciliation feels good. It takes a lot to feel confident in your relationship, to be able to be emotionally vulnerable with someone. Relationships takes maturity, and they take being able to speak your mind and care about the thoughts of others at the same time. You also kind of need to like each other as people. For instance you can’t just fuck your way into happiness. Being sexually compatible without all the rest of the relationship on equal footing does you no good. However, once you’ve got that all down? There is simply no where to go but up…. to an incredible climax. Thrice.

“Holy fucking shit .” You gasp hoarsely as your body finally collapsed against the already destroyed sheets.

Shawn chuckled and pressed his sweaty curls into your neck as he kissed at one of the marks he left behind.

“I love when your voice goes all high on me. Let’s me know I’m doing it right.”

“Get off of me. You are driving me up a wall.” You groaned.

He flips off immediately as if he’d actually hurt you instead of you just being whiny and dramatic. But the second his body is gone, you’re at a toal lost and you simply need him to come back.

“Where are you going?”

His eyes widened. “You told me to get off.”

“Yes, but I didn’t mean it. Come back!” You reach your arms out for him all grabby hands and smiles.

When he grabs your thighs and nestles himself back between your legs you feel at home again. Perfect.

“You are absolutely crazy.” He huffed against your lips. “And I love you for it.”

“I think I need you to fuck me like that at least two more times tonight.”

“And I think you are genuinely underestimating the turnover rate of my boners.”

“I believe in you. You’ll figure something out.”

His phone starts to ring again and you swear it’s like a round of deja vu.

“Well isn’t this a familiar tone! If that’s Andrew again to take you away from me, I’m rioting.”

Shawn snorted kissing your shoulder as he reached for his phone.

“I can just hear the headline now: Shawn Mende’s girlfriend pickets manager after interrupting midnight rendevoua.”

“Oooo I like that!”

“Yea, I’ll give you something else you’ll like in a minute.”

Ugh finally.

“Hey Andrew….Yea I’m at home. N--No, I haven’t left. Y/n and I have been in all night.”

“Yea we have!” You giggled.

He swatted playfully at you. “Hey, what’s up? What’s wrong? Oh for fuck’s sake, Andrew I don’t have time for this!”

You reached for the sheet to cover your body and tug your hair into a bun with the hair tie on your wrist as you watch your boyfriend do his little businessman with an empire thing. Hot.

“It was lunch okay? We went to lunch.”

You rolled your eyes. “Why is it every time you get it in trouble it seems to have something to do with me?”

“It has nothing to do with you. You are literally perfect and I am NOT going to apologize for kissing my girlfriend at her car, Andrew!”

You’re a bit nosey so you plop yourself on Shawn’s chest to listen in to the other side of the conversation.

“You were not kissing! You were inhaling each other! There are a few moms in your network that don’t want their children watching their idol playing tit grab in broad daylight against a fuck prius. The video goes on for five fucking minutes Shawn.”

You snorted. “How did you not notice someone filming us for five minutes. Isn’t that like your job?”

“Apparently I was a little absorbed in playing a good round of tit grab.”

“This is serious!” Andrew yelled. “You two are going to put me in an early grave you know that? Do you have any idea how hard it was navigating the press through your break up? The second rolling stone interview? The crying on stage? The hashtags on twitter?”

“Wait, what’s he talking about?”

“I’m not saying I want you to be unhappy here,” Andrew plowed on, unable to hear you. “You fuck as much as you want in doors. I don’t care. I’m simply asking for a little tact here people!”

“Okay. Everyone calm down! I will go live on Instagram and clear everything up. I will apologize that my privacy was invaded the first time I had lunch with my girlfriend in months. Is there anything else you needed from me tonight? Great. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You lift off of his chest as he hangs up the phone and bite your lip softly in nervousness. He moves a stray piece of hair that didn’t quite make it into the bun and kisses your bare shoulder.

“Sweetheart don’t shut down on me, please?” He whispered.

“Will you tell me?” You asked hesitantly. “What it was like while I was gone?”

He sighed. “Babe, it was a while ago, okay? That’s all in the past.”

“I--I wanna know. It’s important to me.”

He stares at you for a moment as if trying to sense how far you’re willing to push it. But you know you won’t give in. Honesty has to be the number one for them. That was their new leaf anyway. Honestly above all.

“Okay. I guess that Andrew was telling the truth. I--I struggled a lot. And the fans got a little worried, so they started this Make Shawn Feel Better campaign on twitter. And they started holding these little hearts up at the shows. The press got a hold of it so Rolling stone wanted to do an article. I thought I was feeling a little better so I let them come out. They fucked up again. Did this story about how I was depressed and full of myself and didn’t have anything to actually be sad about. It just became a thing for a little while.”

You have a feeling he’s leaving out the worst of it. And you can’t help but wonder if maybe Andrew would tell you the whole thing. But he’s sitting here in front of you right now with those kind, hazel doe eyes and presenting his heart on a silver platter like he always does, like he was always willing to do for you. And you remember that things are different now. You have to trust him just like he has to trust you. It’s the only way that this works.

“Hey.” He mumbled when you glanced guilty down at the sheets, his fingers moving to cup your cheek. “It was not your fault. The only reason I didn’t say anything is because I didn’t want you blaming yourself. It was a shitty time, but I got to learn how to love music again because of it. I needed to remember how music could make me feel. Not the industry, not the money, not anything else but the music. It was worth it for me. And I got you. That’s all that matters to me.”

You frown. “I know I just… I can’t help but feel like I was on a beach in the south of France having some self-discovery moment while you were hurting.”

He chuckled a little which only made you frown more, so he reached to kiss your forehead instead.

“I wasn’t exactly moping in my bedroom, honey. I was playing shows around the entire world for tens of thousands of people a night. Maybe rolling stone was right. I didn’t have much to be sad about.”

“Aye, fuck them! What you make some money and get a couple million fans so you don’t get to experience human emotion anymore? That’s bullshit. I wish I would’ve been there too, you keep letting those little bitches into your circle. Let them come over here and tell me what you do and don’t get to feel. I’ll give them something to feel. And another thing--”

He kisses you again until your breathless and your mind is a little foggy and you can’t feel anything but his lips on yours.

“You’re so fucking cute.” He sighed, pressing his forehead to yours. “Thank you for always protecting me. Thank you for loving me in the exact same way I love you. It is...It means the world to me.”

Your cheeks burn a little bit and you tuck your face in his shoulder to kiss a hickey you’d left at some point.

“Well of course. We were made for each other weren’t we?”

“Yea. I guess we were.”

***

“Hey. Where are you right now?” He murmured.

You peered over at the lunch that Stu had invited you to. It had gone from, “let’s catch up” to “let’s sit and watch everyone else chat and have fun and talk about the good ole days of grindr”

“I’m in the middle of a lunch with every gay man this side of Lake Ontario. Don’t worry though, I’m gonna be there at six thirty at the gate to get in, just like you said.”

“Oh...Well yea that uh--that sounds great. I was actually gonna ask you. I got offered the chance to go skate at the uh the arena where the leafs play. Kind of a dream of mine. I wanted to know if maybe you’d wanna come with me.”

He sounded a little flustered, and when he was flustered you were flustered. It didn’t help that you HAD NO IDEA HOW TO SKATE.

“Why do you sound so nervous to ask me that?” You giggled, playing with the table cloth.

“I don’t know. I don’t know, you make me nervous.” He chuckled. “Will you go with me?”

“I’d love to. I really would...”

“But?”

“It’s just that I can’t skate.” You admitted softly.

“Can’t skate? Baby.” He snickered.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t laugh at me goddammit. I knew you would do this.”

“Hey, I’m not! I’m not. I swear. Look I’ll teach you. It’ll be cute and romantic. Just come with me? Please?”

“I don’t know...What if I fall?”

“I’ll pick you up again. I’ll always pick you up again.”

Well wasn’t that just sweet as fucking pie. Ugh.

“Fine. text me the details while I try and extract myself from this horrid lunch.”

“K. I love you.”

“Yea, I love you too.”

There had been a lot of firsts in your life since meeting shawn. First award show. First paparazzi. First selfie on the street. And none of them, absolutely none of them were as surprising to you at him getting your ass on an ice rink. When he told you they’d invited him to skate, you figure hat meant the rest of the team would be there too. Shawn never did anything without inviting everyone else along with him. Needless to say that when you show up and it’s just you two and apparently Josiah for all picture taking needs, you’re a little confused.

It only takes the two Maple Leafs jerseys with both of your names on them to poke at the idea that this wasn’t as random as he may have made it sound.

“You’ll think it’s stupid.” He mumbled handing you the jersey with Mendes on, so that he could wear the one with your name on it instead. “But I had a dream the other night that we went ice skating. And we just had so much fun. So I might have called and made a special request but...now you’re standing here in front of me and I’m so unbelievably happy so… I don’t know; I think it was worth it.”

“That is not stupid.” you huffed and took his hands in yours. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. I hope my whole inability to skate doesn’t bust your narrative.”

“I’m with you. That was the most important part.”

The skates themselves are scary. And you nearly break your ankles getting them on. Shawn takes pity and ties them for you. He lets his fingers skim over your leggings clad thighs. He dug in slightly where they bulged the most, at your hips. His nose skimmed against yours and when he kissed you it just all made sense. You felt like you were living fully in that moment, like you were exactly where you needed to be. In this wild ass big ass arena next to a block of ice with the man who made your heart go crazy. It felt like what you needed in that moment. What he needed. Maybe his dream had been on to something after all.

“Just hold my hand and I’ll lead you around the ice alright?”

“What if I fall like James Corden and when you pull me up all you see is James Corden and then you never want to have sex with me again because I looks like James Corden?”

Shawn expertly stopped himself on the ice and stared at you with exasperated eyes.

“Sweetheart. I can tell you with the utmost honesty, with all of my heart that nothing about your body reminds me of James Corden. Nothing. Nada. Now please? Shall we?”

You reach for his hands hesitantly and he guides you onto the ice. Your legs wobble immediately and you almost go down. But, he pulls you in chest to chest, hands falling to your hips.

“I got you. See? I got you.” He chuckled in your ear.

You whined softly. “This is horrible.”

He skates backwards, because of course he does, and hold your hands in his. It’s not that you necessarily get the hang of it at all. It’s more so that you stop trying and you just let him pull you around the rink. It’s kind of sweet actually. He asks you about your day and laughs when you make fun of Stu’s friends. He tells you about a fall he had this afternoon that took his breath away. He hit his knee so hard that he felt his balls retract into his body. And that frankly was just the funniest shit you’d ever heard in your life. So funny that you lose your balance and definitely take both of you down to the ice with a hard thud.

“Shit.” He groaned crawling on top of you. “I tell you a story about me falling, so you figure you’ll take us both down?”

You giggled uncontrollably. “It was an accident.”

“You know I told you that story for you to feel sorry for me? To be nice to me. Not laugh at me.” He smirked down at you. “You look so pretty though. I can’t even be mad.”

“Yea? This jersey thing do it for you?”

His eyes roamed over your body as he bit at his lip.

“In my head you were just wearing the jersey and nothing else, but yes...It does it for me.” He hummed. “If you wanna get off the ice, I’d still like to skate with you even though you were mean to me.”

“If you can get my fat ass off this ground. I’ll skate with you as much as you want.”

It is far more romantic than you cared to admit. His cheeks get red and rosey. Your nose gets cold and he just happens to have a warm neck to hide it in. He makes you laugh and he skates in circles around you. You love him more than you could ever imagine yourself loving someone. And isn’t that just scary as all hell? You didn’t know how you could be apart from someone for six months and all of those feelings, all of those emotions still be there. How did he do it? How did he make you love him like that?

It’s not until he stops in the middle of the ice and pulls you between his legs that you find your answer. His fingers skim over your hair which was in two matching buns atop your head. He smiles down at you like you are the sun and the earth and his heart all in one.

“You’ve never warn your hair this way before.” He whispers. “It’s so pretty. You’re so pretty.”

You smiled up at him. “I saw a hair tutorial on youtube when I was supposed to be helping Stu pick out outfits. I really like them. They’re called space buns.”

“Space buns aye? I love them.” He chuckled. “Hey, tonight after the show there’s gonna be the big party of course, and all my friends from the industry and from home will be there, and I’m sure it’s all gonna be wild but...I wanted to ask you something.”

“Of course.”

“Would you wanna….go get pizza with me? Like before the party.”

You snort softly. “Pizza?”

“Yea. I haven’t had it since tour started. I really miss our pizza friendship dates.”

“But what about the party?”

“The party can wait. I just want to have pizza with the really pretty girl from across the hall.” He murmured squeezing your hands. “Will you go with me?”

And that’s when you know. That you’d been set up to fail from the beginning. You were always going to love him, because no one had ever been created with such a capacity for it. You would love him and love him and love him for the rest of your days because it’s all that your heart had been destined for. He was it.

“Yea. fuck yea.”

“Fuck yea!” He chuckled.

“Fuck yea!”

Your voices echo off the ice and his hands pull you close, pull you closer until there’s no space between his body and yours. It’s just the two of you. And a lot of love. That’s all.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

He’s buzzing. He’s absolutely fucking buzzing from his toes to the tips of his hair. It’s the most electric it’s ever felt. It's never felt this good before. He looks out into the crowd and it’s hard to find the individual faces now. Because there’s fifty fucking thousand people looking back at him. And he’s got no idea how he ever got this lucky, how anyone ever decided to come to his shows let alone this many. All he knows is that he’s sweaty everywhere, his fingers are shaking, and he’s so goddamn in love with life in this moment that he’s gotta share it. He’s gotta get it out of him somehow, someway.

“You guys mind if I play a new one for you tonight?” He murmured into the mic as his fingers fluttered on the keys.

They scream in approval and he smiles. It means so fucking much to him.

“Cool.” He chuckled.

His fingers start to map out the tune that he’d written in a hotel room on a cheap keyboard when his heart hurt and he’d been sick with the pain. Somehow something beautiful had come out of it, even if he couldn’t stomach the words until now. Until tonight. But, he couldn’t imagine sharing this song with fifty thousand people without sharing it with her first. So he was just gonna have to do both.

“Hi. Sorry. One second.”

He gets off the chair of the piano and heads towards the steps instead. The fans keep screaming and reaching out for him. He lets his fingers trail along theirs until he finds her. There. Nestled into barricade alongside Stu and Bryan and Andrew. He reaches out for her hand and she looks a little petrified. Fair.

“What in the HELL are you doing?!” She yelled at him.

He just smiled dopely. She could yell at him for the rest of his life. In fact he hoped that she would. Just as long as she let him hold her hand while she did it.

“Come here. I need to share something with you!” He attempted to explain.

“NOW?!”

“Yes. Now! Don’t be difficult sweetheart. It’s just you and me.”

And fifty thousand of their closest friends.

He has no idea how he gets her up there. He just knows that her hands are shaking, and at the end of the day so are his. Maybe they still them together. She sits on the bench and he sits beside her, and she refuses to look up at the screen to see her own face there. She only looks at him so he only looks at her and the keys as he sings.

You say there's so much you don't know

You need to go and find yourself

You say you'd rather be alone

'Cause you think you won't find it tied to someone else

Ooh, who said it's true

That the growing only happens on your own?

They don't know me and you

I don't think you have to leave

If to change is what you need

You can change right next to me

When you're high, I'll take the lows

You can ebb and I can flow

And we'll take it slow

And grow as we go

Grow as we go

She’s never heard it before. And she starts to cry after the first verse. Only they could know what it meant, what those words were about. It’s a beautiful song, but it’s one full of heartache and love and not knowing whether or not it could ever be enough. It feels like this really important moment for the two of them. Important enough that he doesn’t regret pulling her on stage, all of the eyes and phones, any of it. It’s worth it for her to know.

She wraps her arm around his bicep like they’re at home. It almost feels like they are. He wants to wipe her tears, but he kind of has to play, so he kisses them instead. She starts to cry a little harder so she just hides her face in his arm instead. And that’s okay. That’s so much more than okay.

Tell me you don’t want to leave

Cause if change is what you need

You can change right next to me

When you’re high, I’ll take the low

You can ebb and I can flow

And we’ll take it slow

And grow as we go

Grow as we go

The last note comes out and the crowd goes so crazy that the floor shakes beneath his feet. His heart is hammering in his chest and he pulls her closer to him just to still his shaking limbs. He tugs out his inner ear monitors to hear her. He’s afraid to kiss her and have it not feel authentic, not feel real because everyone’s watching. So he just holds her and speaks into her ear instead.

“I love you. More than anything.”

“I love you too.” She sniffled still crying. “I love you so much.”

Her arms grow tight around his neck and his heart soars. He’d give anything to end the show right there right now to just go eat pizza and play with her space buns for the rest of the night. But there’s a show to finish. So he’s got no choice but to lead her off stage and place her back into the arms of her best friend in the hopes that he can focus for another hour. Here’s a hoping.

***

“You’re wearing my jersey.” She giggled as he cornered her in a booth to do some more of that fabulous kissing he had thoroughly missed so much.

He chuckled against her neck. “Yes. Yes I am. Gotta let people know who I belong to right?”

“Shit. Don’t say shit like that when we have to go to a party after this.” She whined. “I thought you wanted pizza.”

“I do. I do. You just keep fucking distracting me. Wait here.”

He goes to order their meal and gets a lot of squeals thrown at him. He promises to take a picture after their meal in the hopes that it gets him a little more privacy during their meal. It definitely doesn’t. They definitely take photos of them. He tried at least.

“Do you remember the time we got so fucking stoned and went on a walk for pizza and got lost?” She asks him as they dig in.

He immediately bust out laughing and leaned into her shoulder to control the shakes.

“We never made it a block away from the apartment! Holy shit that was the best night ever.”

“And then we got uber eats and fucking fell alseep before it got there. We are such pieces of shit!”

He shrugged. “We did our best. I tipped the guy the next morning, didn’t I?”

“You sure did. My man’s a big spender when he forgets to get his twenty dollar mcdonalds.”

“Oh funny. You’re being funny now. Wonderful.”

She snorted and hid her face in his shoulder. Wow. He was so in love with her.

They sit there eating pizza and making each other laugh and it without a doubt is exactly like it used to be when they were still getting to know each other, back when every time she smiled at him he had to look away because it hurt too much.She’s still his best friend. The difference is now she knows he’d do anything for her, that she’s everything to him. The difference is now he knows she feels exactly the same way.

“Can we leave the party early and go home and cuddle?” He mumbled nibbling at the patch of skin near her shoulder blade where her too big jersey had exposed her.

She giggled. “Depends on how much tequila we drink, now doesn’t it?”

“Just wanna cuddle.”

“Yea? Then I guess we’ll cuddle.”

“Promise?” He murmured, pulling her forehead closer to his.

“Promise.”

She keeps it that night.

The End.

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What is a recurring thought on your mind today? lol it’s 5 in the morning and I’m thinking about getting more egg rolls for lunch. I had been craving them for awhile and finally had some last night and now I want more. Have you had any confrontations with anyone lately? No. What is the last charity you donated to? A cancer research charity. Do you feel all fuzzy and good when you do a good deed? It does feel good to do good. Don’t ya just hate foot cramps? I wouldn’t know, but I get stomach cramps and they’re not fun at all, so I imagine a foot cramp isn’t either.

Would you say you have an infectious laugh? I don’t think so. Shouldn’t you be doing something else right now? Sleeping, but c’mon when do I ever go to bed before 7 or 8AM anymore? Do you have anything planned for the summer? Couldn’t do anything this summer. I’m so glad we’re in August though and summer is almost overrrrrr. What is something you worry about often? Health related things. Constantly. Are there any mountains nearby where you live? No. Did you like to collect frogspawn as a kid? No. Do you walk fast or slow? I’m a fast wheeler I’m told. Do you keep birthday cards or throw them out? I keep them. I don’t get very many anymore, though. Would you consider yourself healthy? Both mind and body. Nope, not in any way. Do you play any team sports? Nope. If so, which position do you play? - Does sitting in waiting rooms drive you insane? Yes. I’m very impatient and the waiting just makes me more anxious. What form of public transport do you use most often? I don’t take any public transportation anymore, but I used to take the bus sometimes in college. Would you consider yourself an adrenaline junkie? Ha, no. Do you ever go onto ‘failblog’? I’m not familiar with that. Have you ever been arrested? If so, why? No. Do you ever put sticky notes around the place to remind yourself of things? No. I use the reminder app on my phone and/or write it down on my marker board. Would you eat a spider for $50? Absolutely NOT. Nopeeeeeee. Would you rather be a kangaroo or a koala? Koala, I guess. What is a common slang word from where you live? ”Hella” used to be a very Californian thing, but everyone says it now so I don’t know. Do you keep your fingers on the home keys when you type? I don’t type the proper way. I’ve been on the computer and typing since I was a kid, I even took a typing class, but I still don’t type the proper way haha. How I type works for me, though, sooo. *shrug* Are you easy to talk to? People have told me that. Can you juggle with more than two items? I can’t juggle. I couldn’t even tell you the last time I tried to juggle. Has anyone ever assumed you can’t speak English? No, but people have assumed that I speak Spanish. Do you live in a rural or an urban area? Urban. At airports do you ever worry your luggage won’t arrive? It crossed my mind. Do your parents ever call you ‘pet’ or ‘sweetheart’ etc? Not those two specifically, but other terms of endearment. We have our own that we’ve made up for each other as well. If so, does it annoy you? No, not at all. Do you like jalapenos? I loved ‘em, but I can’t eat spicy food anymore. :( What other windows have you currently got opened? Just this one. What woke you up this morning? I haven’t gone to bed, yet, but when I get up it’ll be well past morning. I don’t even go to bed until the morning. :/ Who else is in the same building as you? My parents, brother, and doggo are home as well. Would you like a penny farthing bicycle? A what? Your name? Stephanie. Would you ever consider visiting Ireland? Sure. Would you like to visit Venice? Yes. Did you ever eat leaves when you were a kid? Uh, no. I wasn’t the kid who played in leaf piles or played with/ate dirt or anything. What is the largest body of water near your hometown? California is near the Pacific. Do you have any flags in your house? Yes. Are there any ‘keep off the grass’ signs where you live? Not in my neighborhood that I know of, but yeah some public places in town do. Have you ever walked on the grass with such a sign? No. Are you double-jointed? My thumbs are. At school which area of science did you prefer: biology/chemistry/physics? I managed to get by in science, but it wasn’t my favorite. Which did you prefer between geography/history? History. Have you ever had a main part in a play? No. Are there any musical instruments in the room you’re in? No. Can you name a difference between RNA and DNA? Uhhh. I’m blanking. Do you know anyone who owns a farm? No. Have you ever driven a tractor? No. Does the smell of the countryside bother you? It’s quite pungent, ha. I guess if you live out there you get used to it, but anytime I drive through the country I just gag. Do you drink more water or juice? Water. I don’t drink juice at all.

Sweater weather or tank top weather? Which do you prefer. Sweater weather, most definitely. Have you ever kissed a Zachary? No. Do you hate when people try to embarrass you? Uh, well yeah. Do you like in October when a bunch of haunted places open up? I don’t go to any, but yeah. I just love spooky season in general. Did you tell someone you loved them today? Not so far. Do you watch the show Ghost Adventures? No. My dad watches it, though, so I’ve seen parts of it here and there. What color are your curtains in your bedroom? Dark blue. Are you superstitious? I do the knock on wood thing, but I think that’s really just out of habit. Is there a cat in the room you’re in right now? No, I don’t have a cat. What’s your favorite thing to do on the weekend? I don’t do anything different from weekdays. All my days are the same. Do you have your license? No. Do you still watch cartoons? I still watch Rugrats, Doug, and Hey Arnold. And animated movies. Do you like to cook? Only ramen. Do you drink? Nope. Do you smoke? Nope. Where do you buy your clothes? Hot Topic, Boxlunch, Adidas website, and Kohl’s. Do you enjoy going to the movies? Yes. I miss being able to go. Are you still in school? Nopeeee, I’m done. Do you like cupcakes? Yes.

What makes you sad? A lot of things. I’m also just a sad, sleepy, sensitive soul as I like to say. Are you an animal lover? Yes. Are you hot-headed? I’m not quick to anger, but I do get irritated and frustrated quite easily. Do you have any siblings? I have 2 brothers. Are you afraid of snakes? YES. Do you have any pets? Yes, I have a doggo. <3 What color are your eyes? Brown. How bout your hair? I dye it red, but it’s naturally dark brown. How tall are you? Like 5′4. Who do you live with? My parents, brother, and doggo. Is there anything you want to ask anyone right now? No. Do you have kids? No. Do you love your family? Yes. They’re my world. What color hair do you prefer on the gender of your choice? I don’t really care. How bout eye color? Blue and green eyes are gorgeous. Do you have a job? If so, what? No. What is your dream job? I don’t have one. :/ What did you “wanna be” when you were a little kid? A teacher. What’s your favorite kind of movie? Psychological thrillers, horror, drama, romcoms, comedy, some action/adventure, /sci-fi... I like a variety. Are you gay, straight, bi, lesbian, asexual, or not sure? Straight. What kind of music is your favorite? I like variety. Do you play any instruments or sing? What kind? No. Have you ever been to a concert? If so, what was your favorite one? Yeah, several. I enjoyed them all, concerts are just awesome. It’s a cool experience. Are you more negative or more positive? Negative. Well, for myself. I can be positive for others. Have you ever been depressed? I have chronic depression. How are you feeling, dear? Tired and crappy. Mhm and how’s the weather where you’re at? It’s 6AM and it’s already 64F. Okay and have you been healthy lately? No. Are you in middle school, high school, college, graduate? I’m done with school. What is/was your favorite class? English was always my favorite and then in college I was able to take psych courses, which is also what I majored in, so I liked those. Have you made any life altering decisions lately? No. Where is your favourite place to get pizza? This local place.

Do you have any physical traits that are bothering you lately? My hair.

What is the closest store to you? A grocery store. Do you have any songs currently stuck in your head? Not at the moment. Have you made a CV? No. I had to Google what a CV was. Where is the last place you applied for a job? (If you have) I haven’t. Are you photogenic? Nope. Are there any concert venues where you live? Yes. Are you annoyed at anyone these days? I’m always annoyed with myself. Which continent would you most like to travel to and why? Europe. There’s a ton of places I’d like to visit. Have you ever/would you ever do volunteer work? I’ve done a lot of volunteer work. Do you know anyone that has died in a road accident? No. Do you know which career path you want to follow? No. Are there a lot of tourists where you live? No. There’s not shit to do or see of interest here. My state is a touristy state, though. Any plans for your next birthday? This year I obviously just stayed home, but my family made it nice. My brother got me coffee, breakfast, and a coffee cake from my favorite place, my mom, brother, and I watched this new creepy movie, You Should Have Left, then we just hung out until dinnertime, which was my fave, Wingstop, and then I opened presents.

Do you have to use public transport often? Not at all anymore, but when I was in college I had to take the bus sometimes. Does your house have an alarm? Yes. Have you ever asked someone out on a date? No. Whose grave did you last visit? My dog, Brandie, is buried in our backyard. My dad made a really nice gravesite for her. What’s something someone can do that makes you melt? A guy that can play the piano. What are you listening to right now? An ASMR video If you won a lot of money on the lottery, what would you buy first? The first thing after paying off debts would be a new house for my family and I. What’s your greatest fear? Death, disease, bugs, clusters. <<<< SAME. Gaaaaah the last one just made my skin crawl from seeing the word. Those are just a few of many fears for me. Has anyone upset you in the last week? Yes. What’s the best thing about you? I like my cheesy, corny sense of humor. What’s your favorite drink? Coffee. What are you going to do tomorrow? Same stuff I do everyday. What are you craving? I want more egg rolls like I had last night. How did you sleep last night? I don’t ever feel like I slept well. I never wake up feeling well rested. Does that really happen for people cause I can’t relate.

What was the first thing you thought this morning? I haven’t gone to bed, yet.

If your favorite food gave you pain, made you have acne, etc., would you still eat it? I’d just have to eat it less often and less of it. Unless it made me really sick or something or was very intense and unpleasant. Like I can’t have spicy food at all anymore except for the weak hot sauce that has like less than 2% of anything, but even that I can only have a little bit of. I can’t drench my food in it, just light dips. It sucks cause I used to be obsessed with spicy food, and I used to eat really spicy stuff.

Have you ever been judged on something you wore? Yeah.

Are you a timid person? Yes.

Think QUICK what word begins with c? Coffee!

Are you a funny person? I think I have my funny moments and now and then and trust me, when they happen I make sure to own ‘em cause they’re rare haha. Be honest, do you go for looks more or personality? Personality is the most important, looks only go so far. Personality goes on a much deeper level and who a person is matters a lot more to me than their looks. That being said, I can’t say looks don’t matter at all. I also want to add that a good personality can add to someone’s attractiveness.

Ever been so upset but didn’t understand why? Yeah. I get these moody moods that are sometimes triggered, but there’s a lot of times where they seem to just come on out of nowhere. I suppose it’s the depression, but like I can be having a decent day and then suddenly I’ll feel my mood changing and nothing in that moment changed that would seem to cause the sudden change. I just feel it coming on and once it does, I can’t stop it. My emotions very much control me.

Are you a flirty person? No. I can be if I’m interested in someone and I’m comfortable around them enough to be flirty. Though, it’s probably subtle.

Are you homophobic? No.

Ever had a rumor spread about you? No.

Has anyone ever pulled your pants down in public? Nooo.

Ever had the ‘birds and the bees’ talk with your parents? Yeah.

How would you react if someone said you ruined their life? Wow. I would feel extremely bad and shitty to say the least.

Are you a sympathetic person? Yes. I’m also very empathetic.

Ballet dance or hip hop dance? If I could, I would have tried hip hop. What’s currently bothering you right now? My stomach.

What is the most athletic you’ve done? When I had to participate in my adaptive PE classes. That’s literally the only time.

Do you remember the first conversation you ever had with the person you currently have feelings for? I don’t have those kinds of feelings for anyone at the moment.

Do you like to drink herbal tea? Yeah, now and then. I’m not a big tea drinker.

If you’re home alone, do you still close/lock the door when you use the bathroom? No.

What your favorite thing to have on toast? Butter.

Has anyone ever hung up on you? Yeah, but only like telemarketers and wrong numbers.

Have you ever been to a concert? Several. Hasn’t this come up a couple times? Maybe I’m getting the surveys confused, I’m tired.

Can you speak more than one language? If so, what other language(s)? Not fluently, just some Spanish.

Are you talking to anyone right now? No.

If so, how do you feel about them? -

Do you know anyone who skateboards? Not anymore.

Do you ever sing when you’re alone? Yeah.

What’s the stupidest song you’ve listened to today? I have’t listened to any stupid songs. I don’t listen to music I’d consider stupid. Are you listening to music, currently? No.

How do you feel about the song? - When someone teases you do you frown or give an amazing comeback? My family and I playfully tease each other and sometimes I’ll come up with something funny and clever to say, but there’s times where I’m just like -____- and say like, “har-har very funny” haha or something lame like that. Do you think you can sing? I know I can’t sing well at all, but I still like to anyway to myself.

Do you have any talent? No.

Do you think you’re better looking than some other people? No.

Do you like dancing? I like head bobbing and moving my shoulders/arms/hands, ha. And sometimes I attempt (very badly) to do some TikTok dances haha. Privately, though. I’d never recored myself and share it with the public, major yikes.

What’s your favorite zoo animal? Giraffes.

How is your hair currently styled? It’s up in a messy bun.

How long are your showers (on average)? Like 30-40 minutes.

East or West? West.

What did you do last night? Binged some Step by Step on Hulu until 1AM-ish, then I made my ramen and watched some YouTube videos while I ate, then I played some Animal Crossing for a bit, and then I scrolled through Tumblr for awhile, and then I did some surveys and listened to ASMR, which is what I’m still doing now.

Do you like your music loud? I like it at a comfortable volume. Some songs I have a little louder than others, just depends.

What are you allergic to? Tangerines. I also have seasonal allergies.

Do you ever stay up late just to be awake I have insomnia, but yeah I do stay up later than I should. Like, I could attempt sleep a little sooner than I do.

What do you want to name your children? I don’t want to have kids.

Would you ever write a letter to someone you haven’t met yet, like your future spouse? Nah.

Did the last movie you watched make you cry? No. It was a psychological thriller, it was trippy.

Are you a good swimmer? Nope, I can’t swim.

What are you always thinking about? Health stuff.

Is science your favorite subject? Well, psychology is a science. When you’re really worked up, what do you do to relax? Listen to ASMR.

Would you rather spend the day watching movies or on an intense hike? Uh, watching movies. Definitely. I can’t go hiking anyway, but I wouldn’t want to do anything intense or outdoors.

Did you ever try the cereal Special K? Yeah, there’s nothing special about it.

Think of the last person you kissed, was it memorable? Yeah.

You have the choice of being poor but happy, or rich but miserable. Which is it? Poor and happy.

Do you think girls with short hair are less good looking than those with long hair? Uh, no? There’s a lot of beautiful people with short hair and there’s a lot of beautiful people with long hair.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #long survey

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cherry-holland · 5 years

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Dmitri Island: ch 1

A/n: here’s the first chapter!!! Sorry it’s so long I wanted to get the reader and Tom’s back history started!! But I hope y’all enjoy it 🥰

Beep, beep, beep.

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The blaring sound of your alarm rang through your ears, waking you from your dreamless slumber. Groaning, you fiddled around in the darkness searching for your phone.

Where is this damn thing? And why is it so loud?

Once you found it, you brought it close to your face and stopped the obnoxious alarm from ringing anymore to give you a peace of mind. Your phone cleared the alarm away from the screen as you saw a row of messages from Tom, your best friend.

T: loooooooove, WAKE UP!!!!!!

T: (y/n/n), I need you!!!!!!! 😭

T: Come overrrrrr 🥺

T: this is verrrrry important (y/n/n), n I need ur help ASAP xxx

T: (Y/N)!!!! ANSWER ME THIS IS URGENT 😰😰😭😭🥺🥺

“Oh my gosh,” you let out a loud laugh as you scroll through the extensive, dramatic messages left by Tom.

Some say it was crazy how you met Tom. You had just moved to London after your job had you transfer to run their UK division from your cozy, well-known New York office. You were so excited for the opportunity for change, even though you loved your NY team. You were desperate for a change of pace, so it was only natural for you to say yes to the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Not too long after you moved, you were checking out the scene that engulfed your new apartment, and had stumbled on a cute & quaint coffee shop. You walked in, and was in the middle of picking up your coffee when you felt a stiff, dark figure bump into your left shoulder, causing the coffee to spill everywhere.

You let out a small gasp as the scalding cup of coffee landed on the sleeve of your grey sweater. How in the hell does this happen to me? You were about to curse out the person who bumped you when you looked up and saw what was the most beautiful boy you had ever seen.

He was dressed in all black, with the collar of his pea coat cuffed up to cover his neck from the London cold. He definitely looked to be about your age, maybe a bit younger if anything. He had the most gorgeous head of dark brown curls, and they looked so glossy and soft under the warm lights of the dim cafe. His dark brown eyes were wide with fear (probably because of the scowl you were sporting) and embarrassment, but still there was a glimmer of something else you couldn’t make out. His chiseled face was flushing a deep red, and his mouth was hung wide open.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry, love. I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t see you there and-“

“No, no, it’s okay,” you sighed, feeling the creases of your forehead lift at the sight of the boy in front of you. “It was an accident, it’s all good.”

“Oh, good,” the boy relaxed, “because I thought you were gonna full-on beat me up.”

Your ears perked at his charming British accent, something you still hadn’t gotten used to after being in the UK for about a week at that point. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. It’s not usually a good thing when someone does what you did where I’m from, guess it was a quick reaction.”

“It’s okay, darling,” the boy smiled. “Where I’m from, it’s usually a cause for conversation with a pretty girl.”

“Hmm, is that so?” You felt your cheeks get hot at his comment and tried to flush it down by feigning confidence. “Well that’s a funny way to get someone’s attention. Guess that’s how it is over here, innit?”

“Yeah, it’s an unusual way, but it works quite often for me,” the boy winked at you as you felt the heat return to your face. “I’m Tom, by the way.”

“Hi Tom, I’m (y/n),” you replied, sticking out your hand to reach Tom’s already outstretched hand.

After that initial conversation, the two of you sat down in that coffee shop and talked for hours, getting to know one another. You found out he was an actor, and that he had just left New York after filming the new Spider-Man movie, and he found out you were from New York and the reason for your move.

Ever since that day, the two of you were inseparable. Even Tom’s friends and family would comment at how he always seemed to be by your side, but it never traveled over that line. That invisible line between friends and lovers, despite the fact that it felt like you two were always dancing around that line.

You were pulled out of your thoughts at your phone dinging, signaling another text coming through. However, it was not Tom that was ringing you this time, but Harrison, Tom’s best friend who was also yours.

Haz: dude, if you don’t get your 🍑 over here ASAP, tommo’s gonna combust 🙃

You: lmao, I’m coming!!!! Tell the div to chill and I’ll be by within the hour 💃🏽

You type away, and went to your contacts and searched for Tom’s number, hitting the call button as you peeled yourself out of bed to grab some caffeine.

“You know, a simple reply would have been really great, (y/n). Almost gave me a heart attack,” Tom’s dramatic voice filled your kitchen after not even one ring.

“Well good morning to you, too. Tommy, you know Saturday’s are my days to sleep in. Not everyone has the requirement to wake up at ungodly hours on weekends to exercise,” you chuckled. Sometimes, being friends with an actor can be so... dramatic.

“It’s a part of the job, darling. This is my line of work,” Tom replied, and you could hear the sarcasm dripping in his voice.

“Sorry your line of work sucks,” you snorted as the beeping of your coffee maker sounded, signaling the end of the brewing.

“(Y/n), are you seriously still drinking coffee? We have to change that - you’re a Londoner now!” Tom shouted.

“No way, Tommy. I’m a New Yorker through and through, and there is no way I’m gonna have tea before coffee. Once a New Yorker-“

“Always a New Yorker. I know,” Tom interrupted, causing both of you to laugh. “So, darling, when are you popping on over?”

“Soon. I still have to get presentable, you know. Can’t come over in my pj’s,” you speak while taking a big gulp of the sweet caffeine in your favorite mug. It was a mug Tom and Harrison had given you for Christmas, and it had a picture of the New York City skyline covering the entirety of the mug. They gave it to you because it was the first Christmas you were not able to go home, so the two of them, Tom’s brothers Sam & Harry, and you guys’ other best friend, Tuwaine, brought Christmas in New York to you. Tom had organized the whole thing, and it made your heart swell.

There were so many moments in you guys’ friendship that twisted your heart in ways that should have killed you in the best way. But that day was the day everything changed for you. The way the day was planned, down to the gift that he and Harrison (but mainly Tom, because Harrison sometimes has a tendency of forgetting things) had gotten you, made you realize you were falling for your best friend.

It was hard not to - Tom is gorgeous. Like the kind of gorgeous that could take your breath away. And what made it even better is his sweet heart. He loved people with his whole heart, and he always made sure everyone who was around him was well taken care of. Despite his movie-star status, he still remained humble, which was so admirable to you.

“(Y/n/n), you could come over in a garbage bag and it would still be acceptable in my house,” Tom giggled, interrupting your thoughts.

“Oh hush, you. Okay, lemme get ready and I’ll be there in 30!”

“Okay, darling! See you soon!”

With that, you hung up and padded over to your room. You opened the sliding doors of your closet, sifting through the cozy linens and sweaters lined up in color order. London was a lot colder than New York during the fall, which you appreciated, but sometimes it got hard finding an outfit to fit this chilly weather. So you went with your go-to.

Working in the city taught you a lot about fashion, especially working with a fashion magazine. You were always up-to-date on trends because of it, and being editor-in-chief, it was necessary. Most people would go for a full-on sweatsuit with old sneakers, but your mind was trained to always look put-together, even when you were being “bummy”.

You pulled out your black jogger sweatpants and a long-sleeved, white, cropped graphic tee with an artsy-looking face on it, and your undergarments. You threw it on, and fast-walked to your bathroom, where you washed your face and brushed your teeth. Afterwards, you put on a little bit of concealer, blush, mascara, and eyebrows, and ruffled your hair out of its bun. You didn’t care to style it because it was your day off, and you were just going to hang out with your best friends, so it was highly unnecessary. Also, you were having a pretty decent hair day, so you just went with it.

Before leaving, you grabbed your black and white-speckled pea coat and slid on some pointed black flats. You took your keys and purse, and before opening the door, you grabbed your phone and headed out the door.

Fifteen minutes later, you pulled up to Tom and Harrison’s apartment and hit their buzzer four times. You hear the lock click, and you quickly walked into the warm building.

You could hear the chatter of multiple boys behind the door of their apartment before opening it. Tom and Harrison always knew to leave the door unlocked when you came over, mainly because of laziness, but it was definitely more of a comfortability, which you didn’t understand.

“You know, boys, having your door unlocked is super dangerous. I could’ve been a murderer for all you know,” you shouted as you stepped into the cozy modern apartment.

“(Y/n), we know it’s you. You have such a unique buzzer, so we always know,” Harrison rolled his eyes as he walked over to give you a hug.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Where’s the fussy boy at?” You replied as you were taking off your coat.

“Over here!” Tom perked up from behind the massive dark grey couch. His wet, post-shower curls bounced up from over the cushions, his face painted with a huge grin.

“What are y’all doing?” You asked as you made your way over to sit by Tom on the couch. While walking over, you saw the heads of more familiar sets of brown curly hair turn to face you.

“We’re looking to see where we all wanna go next on holiday, (y/n/n)!” Sam, one of the twins grinned.

“Yeah, we’re going on holidayyyyy!” Harry, the other twin, perked up, his grin reaching the freckles that lined his cheeks.

“No way! Is this what you were bugging me about, Holland?” You bump Tom in the shoulder as you sat down.

“Yes! I told you it was urgent! We need help finding a place,” Tom replied, tugging your arm in fake desperation.

“Okay, okay. Let’s look and see what we can find,” you sighed, eyes lighting up in playfulness at his response.

You took out your phone and began searching. It felt like forever, because there were so many different places you guys looked at. And it seemed like everyone was saying “no” to everyone’s ideas.

Twenty minutes later, your landed on a page talking about this island in the states that you had never heard of. The header of the article read, DMITRI ISLAND: THE BEST DESTINATION YOU NEVER HEARD OF. You figured, hmm, this could be worth a shot. You skimmed the article quickly, and as you were reading it, you knew in your heart this was it.

“Hey, have y’all heard about this? There’s this island that’s off the coastline where there’s only a population of 110 people, and there’s all this historic stuff about it and the only mode of transportation is golf carts,” you said, scrolling through the beautiful photos of the island you found on google.

“No I don’t think I have. What does it look like?” Tom asked, leaning over your shoulder as you scroll through. He rested his cheek on your shoulder while his curious brown eyes scanned the screen, causing a faint blush creep onto your face.

“Guys, we’re supposed to be looking for vacation spots, not desolate islands,” Harrison groaned into his phone, giving your right arm a little shove.

“Oh come on, Haz, this is a vacation spot! There’s multiple accesses to the beach, a live lounge where music plays all throughout the weekend, a tequila distillery, and a massive golf course in one of the hotels that are there,” you laugh, returning the shove into his left arm while wiggling your eyebrows.

“A golf course?! Mate, we’re definitely going. (Y/n), book the ferry tickets!” Harry perked up from his current binge of Stranger Things on the enormous SmartTV to jump out of his seat, shaking Harrison’s right shoulder in agreement.

You had to laugh to yourself at your friends. They were all so different, and such dorks, you just couldn’t help but admire their banter and energy. “Alright, y’all, the ferry tickets are booked. Vacation, here we come!”

A chorus of shouts and cheers erupted in the expansive living room of the boys’ apartment as the excitement and promise of a relaxing vacation starts to become a reality.

You know the boys needed this vacation, especially Tom. They all have been working so hard to get their careers on the path that they desire, and Tom has his fair share of craziness this past year. With Far From Home, Endgame, the press tours, and his other projects that were coming up, you knew he was exhausted beyond belief. He wouldn’t admit it to himself, but he desperately needed a break from reality. And that’s what you vowed you would do - get him and the boys a chance to breathe without people constantly bombarding them with questions, invading their personal life.

You were determined to make this vacation worthwhile, and as you looked down at Tom, you saw a new glow lit deep within him. His smile was practically taking up his entire face, he had a small flush of pink on the apples of his cheeks, and a glint of excitement in his deep brown eyes.

And it was a glow you wanted to continue seeing in him.

A glow you wanted to be the reason for.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurb

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fackinglouis · 6 years

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uni au where nerd louis is friends with jock harry. Could be friends to lovers or make it where they’re not friends but their kindaaaaa enemies w/ a lil tension between them???? x

Louis’ highlighting a particularly important sentence in his textbook when his phone buzzes across the room from him. He never keeps it at his desk with him when he’s studying. While he’s pretty serious about his schoolwork, his self control isn’t strong enough to resist every funny tweet and text that one of the boys send him.

He looks over his shoulder at his phone for a second longer before turning back to finish his highlighting. The phone buzzes again. This time, Louis’ curiosity wins out and he stands up.

come over to my room

stop studying and come overrrrrr

Both texts are from Harry and Louis chews on his lip, holding his phone to his chest as he thinks it over. He really needs to study— he’s got his midterm in a couple days. But there’s no way he’s going to be able to get any studying done now that he knows Harry wants to see him. The thought is too overwhelming to think of much else.

So, Louis turns to find his slippers and pockets his room keys before leaving his school work abandoned on his desk. Harry’s room is only down the hall from his which comes with both pros and cons.

Pro: Louis only ever has to put on slippers to make the journey down the hallway to see him.

Con: It takes an amount of self control that Louis does not possess to resist the urge to pop in on Harry down the hall whenever he wants.

Pro: Most days Louis can badger Harry into bringing him back a tea whenever he goes to grab a bite of food.

Con: Harry takes their proximity to mean that he’s allowed to knock on Louis’ door at anytime. Even when he comes home wasted after a party and wants to go get chicken nuggets with someone.

Pro: He runs into Harry in the hallway all the time.

Con: He runs into Harry in the hallway all the time. This is especially tough on days when he tries to convince himself that his massive crush is actually nonexistent.

The closer Louis gets to Harry’s door, the better he can hear the music that’s coming from the room. It almost makes Louis turn around and head back to his own room, but his phone weighs heavily in his pocket. He doesn’t take Harry’s desire to see him lightly. Not when he’s been pining over the guy since his freshman year of college.

He walks right in without a knock like he’s done a hundred times before, but regrets it when he realizes how many other people Harry has over at the moment. And they all turn to look at him the moment he opens the door in a way that makes Louis almost regret his slipper choice. Almost, though. He’s still very fond of them, but he would’ve also liked to know that Harry was having a mini party in his dorm room when he texted Louis.

Louis probably wouldn’t have come if he had known, but he also wouldn’t be feeling so bummed at the moment either. It’s a lot to go from thinking your crush wants to hang out with you alone in his room to realizing he just invited you to a random hangout in the span of a couple of minutes.

“Lou!” Harry shouts in greeting, throwing his long arms up in the air like his presence is a personal victory. “You actually came.” His smile is dopily large as he slowly navigates his way to Louis around the different people sitting on the ground and that, at least, makes Louis’ chest feel warm.

“Hey,” Louis nods. “Uh, I can’t stay long. I have to study,” he explains, pointing vaguely over his shoulder to the door.

Harry’s pout is deep and he grabs Louis’ wrist to gently pull him further into the room. “C’mon,” he says. “Come sit with me,” and he guides Louis to sit beside him on his twin sized bed.

Louis’ surprised this many people can fit in a tiny dorm room like this. But at the same time, he’s also not surprised at all. Harry’s sort of a campus super star. He could probably throw a party in the fourth floor restroom and a hundred people would turn up and congratulate him on a party well thrown.

“I’m really happy you’re here,” Harry says. “Do you want anything? A drink? A snack?”

Louis shakes his head. “No, thanks. I told you, I’m studying.”

“You’re always studying,” Harry points out, to which Louis just shrugs and looks around the room. “I like your meese.”

Louis turns back to Harry, brows drawn together. “My what?”

Harry points down to his slippers with a smile. “Your slippers. They’re so fucking cute.”

Louis doesn’t even have time to think about the compliment because he’s still hung up on the meese of it all. He shakes his head incredulously. “You mean my moose?” he clarifies, shaking his ankles so the moose in question dance to the music.

Harry laughs and reaches down to pull one of Louis’ feet into his lap, fingers wrapped entirely around his ankle. “The plural of moose is meese.”

This time, Louis laughs. And he does so loudly. “It’s not,” he shakes his head. “It’s so, definitely not.”

“I think it is,” Harry frowns, though he’s still laughing. His fingers are also still rubbing the thin skin of his ankles softly. It’s all very dizzying.

Glass shatters across the room suddenly, amidst shouts of surprise. “Party foul, bro,” someone groans. Harry looks over at the new mess of the shattered beer bottle on his floor and then back to Louis, frowning.

“I’ll be right back, okay? I’m gonna go help them clean that up,” he says. “Stay right here?”

Harry really does look reluctant to let go of Louis’ ankle and get up. Louis just nods and watches him go before pulling out his phone to scroll through whatever app he opens up first.

Ten minutes later, Harry is still in conversation with the guys who dropped the bottle. Louis can’t hear what they’re laughing about, but Harry’s got his hand on his stomach and his eyes are closed. Now is pretty much the perfect time to slip out of the room unnoticed and get back to the studying that still awaits him. So, he makes his move.

Really, it’s not that hard to get away. The music is still pretty loud and enough people are in the room that nobody even notices him pushing his way through to the door. He’s out free fairly quickly and back to reality in the brightly lit, empty hallway.

It’s only empty for a second more, though, as the door opens after him soon after.

“Hey, where are you going?” Harry asks.

Louis turns around and shrugs. “Back to my room.”

“You promised you’d stay.” Harry closes the gap between them in two strides.

Louis rolls his eyes playfully. “I know, but you were busy and I really do have work to do. I didn’t think you’d notice.”

Harry scoffs loudly, exaggeratedly. “Uh, it’s kind of hard not to notice when the life of the party leaves.”

Louis laughs, tilting his chin up a bit to actually look at him. Harry’s height always has the pit of his belly feeling a little too soupy and warm. Now is no exception. “Fuck off.”

Harry chews on his bottom lip for a moment, just staring down at Louis in that intense way of his. Then he asks, “Can I come with you?”

“With me where?”

“Back to your room? I’ll be quiet, I promise,” he swears and then he holds out his pinky for Louis to shake. Louis ignores it and shakes his head.

“You’ve got a million people in your room.”

Harry looks back to his door for only a brief second and then shrugs. “But I want to hang out with you.”

He offers Louis his pinky again.

Louis actually shakes it this time before pulling out his keys from his pocket and turning back in the direction of his door. “The first time you distract me, you’re leaving,” Louis says, as if he’s not going to be wholly distracted just for the fact that Harry’s in the same room as him.

“Deal,” Harry smiles and follows him into the room. From here, they can still faintly hear the thumping music coming from his room, though neither of them mention it.

and that’s all folks bc abrupt endings are my specialty

this is kind of barely filling the prompt lmao so i hope u don’t hate me but

thanks for the prompt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love when you send them in :)

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skeletorific · 6 years

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Okay, you're probably busy with a billion stuff right, but for a halloween theme ask How about skeledaycare going trick or treating and running into the Horror!Bros. I imagine the kids don't see them as a threat at first because to them a Sans' and Papyrus' aren't dangerous as none they've ever met ever hurt them. If you don't want the Horror!Bros, then how about just trick or treating?

(Pffffft what do you mean Halloween’s overrrrrr shhhhhhh. Also I’ve decided to leave the names out to make this a little more accessible but assume for this ask they have been given charge of eight kiddos.)

-Eight little humans, dressed in a variety of costumes, under the guard of eight skeletons.

-There’s a variety of energy levels. Papyrus, Blue, and Black are HYPED AS HELL for this, and have a detailed deployment plan for all of the kids to maximize candy intake. Black is marching them pretty hard, but its still fun.. San, Stretch, and Rus are less enthused, but hey, kids are having fun and free candy is free candy. They dress up.

-Red and Edge are NOT. FANS. Great. Dark environment where they can’t see most people’s real faces. Red is resigning himself to a long night and Edge is resolved to check ALL CANDY for blades and drugs. Yeah he’s that parent. Keeps forcing the kids to wear coats over their costumes. Despite this Red kind of ends up having fun. Kind of funny watching the little snots run around this excited.

-Near the tail end of the night they come to a house, lights still on, but only decorated by two jack-o-lanterns, one with a friendly smile and the other with just a toothy grin carved into it. The others are still trying to figure out why it looks familiar when Crooks opens the door.

The kids are taken aback, (after all, he looks like Papyrus, but a bit…..off) but Crooks has the good shit. I’m talking king size candy bars and BAKED GOODS LORD HAVE MERCY. He’s really excited, this is one of the few groups that hasn’t run away screaming when he opens the door, and so he passes out a whole lot of andy. The kids are about to pass out from happiness.

-Axe appears in the doorframe. The kids barely even blink at his appearance. One compliments him on his realistic looking wound. He makes a few jokes about “secret ingredients” that make the others nervous, but Crooks loves kids and Halloween, so he behaves himself more than normal. Hell, even he’s kind of a fan of the holiday.

-After the kids thank him one of the kids asks Stretch why their costumes are so good.

“heh, what can I say, kiddo. for them, every day is halloween.”

#skeledaycare #skeleschool #undertale #underfell #underswap #swapfell #sans #papyrus #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #us!sans #us!papyrus #sf!sans #sf!papyrus #horrortale #ht!sans #ht!papyrus #trick or treating #headcanon

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tellywoodtrash · 7 years

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ishqbaaz 11.10.17 lb

doing this on my phone coz i'm at work so this gonna be a hella basic lb.

sanskaari music as abhay tanya get their karwachauth onnn.

wow tanya got a legit chand cgi'd in, that the oberois didn't get.

BIWI??????? HUSBAND???? THEY MARRIED????? they're fucking fetusesss!!!!!!! (fetii?) 😧😧😧

aw he bought chocolate. #spa18BestPati

ok revoking the best pati award. i am sick of the men of this show putting their dumbass grudges and god knows what else over their goddamn wives. 😒😒😒

le, tanya doesn't even know why abhay hates the oberois. phir is mission ka hissa hi kyun ho behen???? hadh hoti hai pativrata hone ki. 🙄🙄🙄

KHOON KHOOON KO PEHCHAAN HI LETA HAI!!!! HE'S AN OBEROI!!!!!! yaaaaaaaaaaas bitch!

pfffffffffft. kisi doooor ka cousin he is. doesn't even count. che, saara mazaaa kharab kar diya. 😒😒😒

oh his dad is the rare truthful oberoi. maybe om got his sachchaai ka keeda from there. 😕😕😕

god every time i come around to tej and shakti, they do something nefarious. fuck it. imma just be forever suspicious of every fucking man in this show forever. guilty until proven innocent is gonna be my motto.

wow so abhay and fam used to live with the main oberois too.

this is some baazigar shit bro.

LMAOOOO TANYA BE LIKE THIS IS FUCKING GOING TO FAIL AND WE ARE GONNA DIEEEEEE 😆😆😆

i love this cute vengeful fucker man. hella stupid motivation he has as a character but he's so cute.

oooooooh anika's back in her sexy black sleeping outfit. action to follow????? 😉😉😉

god anika stop being so damn clingy. have a life and some interests outside of your husband.

errrrr, that doesn't even remotely sound like shivaay/nakuul.

also this plan is hella fucking stupid.

pls shivaay. you know she's gonna fall into some shit or the other and you're gonna have to save her ass. so stay close.

anika is behaving like typical newly married person: wanting to get everyone else hitched as well. behenji pehle rikara ka kuch karein, phir in randos ka chance aayega. 😑😑😑

dang abhay really be rubbing in mirchi in anika's wounds.

god abhay how can you screw ANIKA over like this?? look at herrrrrr. she already loves youuuuuuu. ouff yaaaar.

dude bhavya's just been suspended?!??! she's not free to go get another job like this?????

aaaaaand she just got screwed over. fuck you rudraaaaaa. i hate you so much.

oufffffff kuch bhi ke bachche. but he's looking soooo damn cute in all black. i can't handleeeeee it.

... fashion house??? oh god.

oh tanya. you kiiiiinda dumb. but also, why are you with this asshole?!?? he don't give a fuck about you. ugh.

ok abhay's got shivaay's gusse mein teeth grinding waale genes. 😬😬😬

OKAY ABHAY THERE'S NO NEED TO TALK TO MY GIRL TANYA LIKE THIS. FUCKING HELL, DONT MAKE ME COME IN THERE AND KICK YOUR CUTE ASS. 😡😡😡

also is that a bruise from his manhandling????? ughhhhhh. 🤢🤢🤢

fuck him over tanya. FUCK HIM OVERRRRRR. 😤😤😤

really dgaf about this rudra bhavya nonsense.

lol ek toh tanya ka paara already chadha hua hai, upar se anika ki bakchodi.

lmaoooo "shivaay toh mujhe waapas chahiye nahi" 🤣🤣🤣

tanya's face be like 'oh shit what?!?? mujhse apna pati hi jhela nahi jaata, ab iske pati ko bhi kaise jheloon???'

tanya has the worst poker face ever.

and she's a terrrrrible liar. why even has abhay recruited her for this plan???

fuckkkkkk abhay. he really hurt her. she's bleeding. i hope shivaay kicks his ass good. 😡😡😡😡

ugh i hate this kutte ka patta tassel choker anika is wearing.

STARTUP. AUR OFFICE KA SIZE TOH DEKHO.

LMAO 30 LAKH. FOR THREE MONTHS KA BOND. FUCK OFFFFFF. you ain't slick rudra.

but then bhavya ain't slick either. ugh. 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️

time for memorial!

these fuckers look so shady and guilty.

why just shivaay??? what if someone else finds out??? like dadi? like, i'd say dadi is the bigger risk. she's send your paapi asses to jail FO'SHO.

god anika, you're the worst at this.

i wish gauri was here. we could really use her chantumaiiii ways right now. 😚😚😚

uske beeeeech mein bhi pinky has fursat for taana. amazing.

lmaooooo tej dispersing the group is reminding me of the scene in b99 where terry disperses the squad after teaching them how to behave at captain holt's party. ("you're not gazelles!!!!!!") 😂😂😂

abhay is menacingly glaring at banner.

bro your father was fired 25 years ago. why would they put his name as a board member?????

why's he targeting ANIKA for this??? like, one: she's new here. and two: she doesn't have any idea of the inner workings of oberoi corp? 🤔🤔🤔

oufffff monologue bandh karoooo.

wow, anika will be addressing media in stead of shivaay.

ok girl you know next to NOTHING about this event. in what confidence are you inviting questions??? 😬😬😬

also why isn't the media asking her what haisyattt se she's here, since shivaay has a brand new wife???

really??? charity 25 years later??? when the accident happened you oberois didn't give a fuckkkkk about the families.

these shady fuckers stillll in a group.

oh hoooooo anika. do you have to make the phone call HERE????

who disssss??? he's awfully smiley for someone who's come for a MEMORIAL.

abhay is the worst. the fucking worsttttttt. #freeTanya2k18 😠😠😠

shukla got no idea what's in store for him. these fuckers about to jump him.

gosh tanya is in a mooooood today. thanks abhay.

anika bhi koi kachchi khilaaadi nahi hai.

ok tej, look more suspicious. you're all sooooo bad at this.

great dadi is here too.

aaaaaand dadi is interrogating anika on state of marriage. 😒😒😒

MY GOD ANIKA YOU'RE A HELLA BAD SPY. LIKE SO BAD.

shakti's vicious side is coming out.

lmao ok sr. obros, why would you trust some baahar waala and give him all the proof???? so damn stupid. 😑😑😑

shukla's acting is so badddddd.

goddddd these ppl are just assaulting this man based on bloody nothing. if you cared so much about the evidence why didn't you follow up about it all these years????

aaaaaaand pinky's caught anika.

pfffffft. such bad lying.

wow tej straight up has shukla in a fucking chokehold wtfffff 😟😟😟

jesus christ shukla, you had ONE JOB. why the fuck were you holding on to that shit for 25 years????

ouffffff i'm so bored. where's shivaaay??? where are rikaraaaaa????? i'd even take bhavya's miserable life over this nonsense at this point.

lmao buddhe log ka chase sequence.

THEYRE NOT EVEN BOTHERING TO USE A VOICE REMOTELY LIKE SHIVAAY'S. GOD.

lmaooooo look at this "director" of a "fashion house" styling a straight up clown wig on a mannequin. what nonsense. 🙄🙄🙄🙄

so wait, rudra just... HAS a fashion house now? based on what???? he's worn the same three workout outfits for over a year now. and if it was SOOOOO easy for him to start his own business, why did he struggle so much for that challenge???? 😐😐😐

it woulda been more believable if he had his own gym????

does he still think she's married to manav or what????

also she's a bodyguard, rudra; not a slave????

oh he DOES think she's married. so, he can do alllll this research to find out where she's applying for jobs and all, but not if she's actually married? 😒😒😒

ok why did bhavya have to change??? that too into THIS outfit???? how the hell is she supposed to do any guarding in this????

ugh rudra you're the fucking worstttttt. you're such a spoilt, entitled bratttttt. i'm so over this plotttttt already.

precap: um????? this is a memorial event????? PEOPLE DIED???? why is there a dance performance?!?? jfc.

and this is taking too much damn time so imma just speed watch the other two eps. mini lbs if i find anything interesting.

#ishqbaaaz #ishqbaaz #ib episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs #111017 ib lb

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clarespace · 7 years

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young kids, old love

[dan/phil] pg. 3511 words.

A Day in the Life of Dan and Phil with Houses, Dogs, and Closets???

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‘This is a compromising situation,’ said Dan.

Phil giggled behind his hand.

Or, alternatively:

‘Ugh, morning, no. Someone should make this illegal.’ The camera shook in Phil’s hand as he let out a massive yawn. ‘Anyway, good morning, guys, did you have sweet dreams? I did! I dreamt I was petting a unicorn, for some reason, and every time my hand touched the unicorn a puppy was born.’ Phil laughed softly, rubbing his eyes with his other hand. He reached for his glasses on the bedside table and slid them on. ‘I don’t even know why or how my brain thought that up.’

From somewhere off camera, Dan shouted, ‘Stop dog-baiting 2k17.’

a/n: hello, i’m someone crawling out of my shiny new rock. i have a more rambling note on ao3 and my tags are youtube comments. my aim for this is that it feels like you're watching a dilf video but in word form, because it's not them filming it but you watching the finished video. i hope this is not horrible. goodbye.

time lost, time lost

when i’m with you

the world stops

young kids with a old love

From somewhere off camera, Dan shouted, ‘Stop dog-baiting 2k17.’

‘I’m not because we’re actually getting a dog!’

Dan’s face appeared into view, tired-eyed but grinning. ‘And a new house together, it’s so exciting! Have we broken the internet yet?’ He glanced at Phil and then back at the camera.

Phil sat up and scooted sideways, giving Dan a bit of room to sit on. Their shoulders pressed together, one clothed and the other freckled and bare. ‘Probably? This is still in the past, though, so we have a few days before you get your answer. Did you even sleep last night, Dan?’

He zoomed in until Dan’s face filled up the screen. ‘Around half past three, I reckon.’

‘Well, that’s early by your standards. I didn’t – you fell asleep on the sofa, didn’t you? That’s bad for your back.’

'I’m not an old man like you, Philly. Come on, get up and dressed, the day awaits us!’

The cupboard door was opened and Dan said, 'Look at this cupboard of shame.’ He tutted, panning the camera left and right to emphasise just how shameful it was. 'We haven’t got any cereal at all because someone – ’

Phil blinked, wide-eyed, and lifted his hands to defend against Dan’s camera-attack. 'Hey, what, ahhh, no – ’

’ – ate all the cereal and forgot to do the shopping!’

'I’m innocent, I’m sorry,’ said Phil. His tongue poked out.

Dan raised the camera over his head and glared at Phil. 'Ugh, don’t act cute when I’m trying to be cross with you.’ He turned around in a circle, the kitchen blurring by. 'Hm, we could have a salad for breakfast, I suppose. What are we eating, Phil?’

'Ta-daaah!’ Phil brandished a plate from the counter behind him, holding it up towards Dan like an offering. 'We are having a full English instead of our usual cereal.’

Dan licked his lips and gave a smarmy grin. 'Hmmm, I can almost taste the heart disease.’

Dan was on his mobile, thumb swiping fast across the screen. Phil angled the camera so he was half in the shot, stood next to Dan on a busy pavement.

'So what are we doing today, Dan?’

Dan quickly glanced up at the camera, then at Phil before pocketing his phone. ’Exciting things, Phil.’

'Would you care to elaborate?’

'If they haven’t figured it out from the video title yet – ’

Phil prodded Dan with a finger to the clavicle, face scrunched up. Dan laughed and shook him away. 'Fine! So, people of the internet, today me and Phil – oh get over it! – are going to look at the last two places we’re thinking of buying and then later – ’

'We’re dropping by the pet shop!’ Phil burst out excitedly, bouncing on his feet.

’ – dropping by the – well, okay, there you go, Phil’s spoiled it.’

Phil made a small fist and pumped it in victory. 'Yes!’

'All of our dreams are coming true,’ said Dan, heavy on the sarcasm, but his dimple deepened when he looked at Phil. 'Sorry, guys, but protocol states we can’t film on the way to the houses or you’d, like, stalk us forever. Goodbye!’

'Bye! We’re getting a dog!’ Phil chimed brightly as Dan reached for the camera.

'We’re making a quick stop because we were hungry and I fancied a pasty,’ came Dan’s voice as Phil queued up for the till. He glanced over his shoulder at Dan, made a surprised face when he saw Dan was filming, and gave a small wave.

They were stood in front of a large, rectangular mirror in a hallway. Dan held the camera and he nudged Phil with his shoulder. 'Say hi to future us, Phil.’

Phil crossed his eyes and then laughed, breathy. 'Wotcher future Dan and Phil, I hope you haven’t killed yourselves in the new house yet.’

’Yet? Are you expecting future us to eventually die in our new house? And please never say wotcher ever again unless you plan on dyeing your hair pink.’

Phil shrugged. 'So many things can go wrong in an alien environment, Dan. We might not even survive the move.’

Dan pointed the camera at his own face long enough to say, 'There you have it, guys: if you don’t hear from us a day after we move in, just think that we got in a horrible accident and are dead.’

'So, so dead. Please take care of my house plants, Louise!’

'Check out that crown moulding, guys,’ said Phil admiringly, zooming in on the wall. 'I like the – what did our estate agent call it – rail design.’

'Phil!’

'Oh, oops, got left behind admiring the crown moulding. Yeah, Dan!’ Phil called out as he hurried to the next room where Dan and the estate agent were. It was bare with the lightest grey paint on the walls. The flooring was hardwood. There were two large windows showing a line of treetops and the silhouette of a building. The sky was optimistically blue.

'Did you get lost?’ asked Dan when Phil turned towards him. He looked amused, eyebrow arched.

'I was just showing them the crown moulding,’ said Phil.

'An important feature in every home.’

'This room is nice. It’s huge and the light is pretty good.’

'I know, right? This one’s on the second floor, too, so we can either turn it into an office or the gaming room. What do you reckon?’

'I like it. I could put a potted plant overrrrrr,’ Phil pivoted around and pointed at a corner near the west window, 'there.’ He swung back towards Dan. 'Right?’

'Well, if you’re already decorating,’ said Dan teasingly. He looked at the estate agent who was mostly out of sight of the camera, except for his shoes. 'How large is this house again?’

'Uh, 160 square metres, thereabouts. Four floors with four bedrooms and, uh, the stainless steel kitchen leading to the spacious garden.’

'From three floors to four floors,’ said Dan.

'That’s our daily exercise sorted, then. Remember the one we saw where it was too short? I kept waiting to bump my head on the doorframe.’

Dan made a face and pointed accusingly. 'I mean, that would probably be the sort of content you guys would like but I’d rather not risk A&E every single day.’ He looked around the room, hands on his hips. 'I like this, though.’

Dan was crouched in front of the white fireplace, looking up through the opening. 'It’s real, Philip! I can see Santa’s ass.’

'A little bit early, it’s only June,’ said Phil as he knelt slightly behind Dan and adjusted the angle so he could take in Dan’s bright grin.

Phil ran around the naked garden and Dan laughed, the camera trembling with his mirth as he followed Phil’s meandering skip and hop.

'I’m going to grow a forest back here,’ Phil called out to him, sweeping an arm up and down.

Dan approached him, footsteps crunching on the dried grass, and brought the camera up to his face, then to Phil’s beaming one. 'And we never saw Phil Lester ever again. That’s what should be written on your tombstone.’

'He died with his plants, the only thing he loved,’ recited Phil.

'Accurate,’ said Dan, deadpan. Phil huffed and poked him in the side. Dan squirmed away. 'Stop poking me, you dork. I do not consent.’

Phil made a grab for Dan with a growling sound –

The bus jerked to a stop as a passenger got out. Phil moved the camera away from the windows and faced Dan.

'Thoughts on choice number one?’

Dan, who was looking up at Phil, glanced at the camera. 'Did you love the yellow paint on the kitchen cupboards?’

'Not really. It looked like a banana was sick all over it.’

'Cheers, Phil. I was thinking we might paint it a different colour.’

'Yeah. Something light because the rest of the kitchen was already dark grey – ’

’ – a colour scheme I wholeheartedly appreciate.’

Phil reached out and touched Dan’s black button-down. 'Fits your aesthetic. Gloomy cookery. Anyway, I really, really liked the garden and the brick walls. And the four bedrooms.’

'Our guests won’t have to sleep in the gaming room anymore,’ Dan pointed out. His grip tightened around the railing. He angled his head to the side. 'If we turn that room on the second floor into our gaming room, then that one bedroom on the third floor with the en-suite – ’

Phil stretched out his hand to capture his face and the slight smile curling his lips. 'Maybe.’

'The question is do you want a house or a flat?’ asked Phil as he walked on Dan’s right, angling the camera towards him.

Dan licked his lips and looked at Phil, expression thoughtful.

'We’d own it anyway, so it doesn’t matter if it’s a house or flat. It will still be ours.’ Dan shrugged, pushing his hands into his pocket.

'Yeah,’ said Phil softly. 'But do you have a preference?’

Dan snorted. 'A house seems a lot more, I don’t know, final? Like, yeah, you own a house now, congratulations, you’re responsible adults with a mortgage and you’re ready for the next chapter in your lives. Unless we decide to move away, we’ll probably be there forever.’ He snuck a glance sideways and rolled his eyes. 'Wow, way to turn the mood serious, Phil.’

'I was just asking! And for the record, I do want to live in a house with a garden and garage even if we never drive a car. And no more neighbours drilling all the time!’

'Adulting,’ said Dan, gesturing sharply with his hand. 'We don’t want drilling neighbours who are obsessed with DIY.’

'Hello, delicious lunch,’ said Dan to the plate of chicken and vegetables in front of him, 'please enter through my mouth right now.’

Phil shook with laughter across from him.

The flat was all on one floor, with wide open spaces and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a nearly panoramic view of London and the Thames in the afternoon.

'It’s so bright,’ said Phil as he turned around in a slow circle. 'We loved that about this one, right, Dan?’

'Yeah, except these columns are bloody distracting.’ Dan went over to one of the columns and rapped his knuckles against it. 'And the river is right there but it doesn’t offer much privacy, though.’

'Will the people on boats see me walking around starkers?’ Phil asked philosophically as he adjusted his glasses with his free hand. He swung the camera towards his face before going back to Dan, who was rounding the wall that separated the kitchen and the living room. Phil followed after him.

'This kitchen and the one we saw earlier are both brilliant,’ commented Dan, pointing to the shiny hob and oven. Estate Agent’s shoes peeked from across them. 'Is this a sign that we should make a baking channel?’ Dan winked at the camera.

'Stay tuned,’ said Phil cheerfully.

'This is a compromising situation,’ said Dan.

Phil giggled behind his hand.

'We’ve somehow managed to lock ourselves in the cupboard. You can’t really see us because there’s no light, so what are we doing, do you reckon?’

'Please don’t give them false reasons to write the cupboard fic. And please don’t write the cupboard fic for them, Danny.’

'Have you tried the doorknob again?’

'Yes, it’s still locked.’

'Of course it is, it won’t magically unlock itself with a key.’

'Shall we scream for help?’

'That’s it, we’re going to die here and reports of the circumstances of our death will be exaggerated and humiliating – ouch, Phil, that was my fucking foot!’

'Sorry, sorry, I didn’t see it.’ Phil paused and then snickered.

'I swear to God, Phil.’

'Okay, no puns. If you guys are wondering why Bill, our estate agent, isn’t letting us out – ’

'It’s because we’ve been very, very naughty – ’

’ – it’s because someone was ringing him and he went outside on the balcony to answer it. So, Bill, if you’re watching this in the future, thanks for getting us out and I hope you didn’t take ages on that phone call.’

'Poor manners, if you ask me.’

'Hey, Dan.’

'Oh God, I know that tone.’

'Dan, Dan.’

'Stop poking – fucking what, Phil?’

'You know how we’re in a literal closet right now – ’

'Fuck off!’

Phil laughed in delight.

'Well, that was a harrowing experience I never want to repeat ever again in my entire life,’ said Dan as he blinked in the light.

'Light! Light!’ exclaimed Phil, tongue peeking from the corner of his smile. He pointed the camera towards the windows and sighed. 'The sunset will be fantastic here.’

Phil crouched in front of the shop window, eyes wide and mouth in an “o” shape as he stared at the puppies climbing over each other to greet him. Dan laughed under his breath and waved him inside. Phil nodded and placed his hands on his knees as he stood up.

'Excuse me,’ someone said behind Dan, and Dan looked over his shoulder. Phil was coming in through the door, pushing his fringe sideways. 'You can’t film in here, please put the camera away.’

'Oh – ’

'Well, second happiest day of my life and you guys didn’t get to see it,’ said Phil, frowning softly, then his expression brightened as he gestured wildly with his free hand, 'but it was incredible! I wanted to take all of them home.’

'He’s being serious,’ said Dan, looking both sides of the street before crossing the road, Phil in tow. 'Phil almost smuggled a Shih Tzu inside his shirt.’

'They’re so tiny and sweet,’ cooed Phil, starry-eyed, positioning his thumb and forefinger close together to show how small they were.

'And smell like shit.’

'Dan was very enamoured with all of them, he was incredibly wholesome. I have pictorial evidence.’

'I’m scared that if we get a small dog we might step on it. We’re giants, Phil.’

'I could cuddle a bigger-sized dog like a pillow.’ The pavement flashed by as the camera switched hands. Phil demonstrated how he’d hug his dog, along with playful woofing. 'I’m so excited!’

'So you’ve said a million times,’ but foneness made Dan smile the way he did, small and delicate, his dimple just peeking out. It happened in a single moment amidst the swelling afternoon rush, with Phil looking up at him those few inch and a half. Then, Dan looked away but the edge of his smile was still visible.

The front hallway was dark as Phil closed the door. Dan reached for the light switch and let Phil go up the stairs first. Phil was carrying a paper bag in one hand and a Waitrose shopping bag in the other. The rattling of keys, crinkling of paper and plastic, and footsteps signaled they were home.

'My feet hurts. Physical activity is horrendous,’ said Dan where he was folded into his sofa crease, legs curled up where the camera was perched on, tilted down to capture the knobs of his knees and Phil sat on the floor taking out cartons of Chinese takeaway from the paper bag. 'The outdoors is overrated. Indoors is better in every way.’

Sniggering, Phil stuck a pair of chopsticks into a carton and handed it to Dan. He picked up his own takeaway and dug in with loud chomping noises.

'It was a rather productive day,’ said Phil, popping a roll into his mouth. He chewed slowly and then swallowed. 'We went for a final look at the house and flat, then we dropped by the pet shop!!! Oh, and stopped for groceries. Look who has boxes of glorious, unopened cereal!’ Phil reached for the Waitrose bag and dragged it towards him. A box of chocolate Weetabix peeked out from the top.

'They should remain unopened until tomorrow morning, do you hear me, Phil?’

'Yes, mum.’

'I don’t trust your face.’

'People say I have an inherently trustworthy face.’

'It lies all the time. AmazingPhil has been duping people since 2007. You should rebrand back to your original brand, you lying liar who lies.’

'Do you reckon I can still pull off the longer hair?’ Phil bent forward towards the camera to fiddle with his fringe. He made a face and chuckled.

'What, change your emo hairstyle to an even more emo hairstyle?’

'Yeah.’

'No.’

'Oh, okay. We still have to choose where to live or we’ll be homeless next month.’

'The new Dan and Phil adventure! Here, Phil, you better take this or I’ll end up with lo mien all over the sofa.’

Phil reached for the camera, showing a glimpse of double chins and nostrils and a strip of the ceiling. He adjusted his grip just as he dropped a dumpling into Dan’s takeaway container.

'I forgot to water my plants today so I’m doing it now. Is it bad to feed them at night?’ Phil made a questioning face and then pointed the camera at the large plant in the corner of the hallway. 'I’m sorry I forgot about you, lovely.’ Phil gave a breathy giggle. 'I promise I won’t do the same thing to my dog, you guys.’

'Daaaaaan! Dan!’

'What?’ Dan poked his head out of a bedroom. The bed behind him had checked sheets and then Dan stuck more of his torso through the doorway, blocking the view.

'There you are. I want the house.’

Dan’s face slowly lifted into a beaming grin, his cheeks blatantly pink even under the horrible light. ’I want the house.’

'Oh, that’s good, for a moment I had thought we’d lost our mind-meld. Do you want to watch a film?

Dan and Phil sat side by side, and Dan swallowed the rest of his laughter as Phil waved. They were in pyjamas, black and blue.

'So, that was it. Whew, what a day.’

'I’ll probably not go out again until we actually have to move into the house,’ said Dan. 'I mean, you’ll have to drag me kicking and screaming from our apartment, Phil. Change is scary.’

'But inevitable and oftentimes good,’ said Phil, flashing Dan a small smile.

'I guess.’ The corner of Dan’s mouth curled as he looked around the lounge. 'Oh God, I’m getting all maudlin. Phil, inject me with your sunshine positivity!’

'Phwah!’ Phil darted forward until their faces were very close and then Phil poked Dan in the dimple. 'There.’

'Ugh, you spork. Get away from me.’ Dan shoved Phil away and Phil tumbled to the floor, his socked foot flailing in the air. Dan rolled his eyes at the camera. 'So this concludes another day in the life of Dan and Phil. Don’t we lead thrilling lives?’

Phil pushed himself up on his elbows. 'I think we have a pretty good life, Dan.’

'Of course you do.’ He grabbed a handful of Phil’s shirtsleeve and tugged him back up. The neckline stretched and bared one side of Phil’s shoulder and collarbone. There was a teeny tiny bruise on the ridge of it.

Phil straightened his pyjama top. 'I hope you had fun with us. If you did, please give this video a thumbs up – ’

'Oi, you nearly blinded me with your thumb!’

’ – and you can click here to subscribe to me, and click Mr Grumpy Pants over here to subscribe to – ’

’ – Quality content 24/7 – ’

'And we’ll see you next time!’

Dan picked up the DVD case on the floor and held it up. 'Since we’re going to watch Your Name because we finally got the BluRay.’

'It’s so beautiful,’ said Phil, stroking a finger down the case.

'Phil, stop molesting the best anime film of all time and prepare the tissues.’

'Oh no, Dan, we forgot to buy tissues!’

(Deleted scene)

Dan and Phil were at a Starbucks, Phil on a comfy chair with his mobile in his hands. They were sat by the huge glass window, showing a softer London bathed in a dusky-pastel glow. Phil grabbed his iced Caramel Macchiato with AmazingPhil and a smiley face written on the side and took a sip. The background chatter was muted until a sharp laugh cut through. Phil glanced up at the sound. He gave a small smile when he caught Dan’s gaze.

'Chai latte for Dan Lester!’

'Oh my fucking God, Phil!’ Dan screeched, and Phil’s sly, laughing face tumbled out of view as Dan dropped the camera on the seat and leapt to his feet like he was on fire.

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