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tammyisobsessedwith · 2 years

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Okay, so the (near) impossible has happened: a certain DJ from Newcastle has shown interest in my MC! 😭🥰🦄

Sadly, Kassam didn’t say my name when the Casa boys were talking about who they want to get to know - but when we had the speedy date he was annoyed that Elijah wouldn’t go away already, I got added dialogue about why he came on the show and he said he’d like to get to know me better at the end of the dates and that he hopes he’s making a good impression, which never happens! So yeah, I’m running with this and I’m gonna put in everything I can remember I did in case it helps others trying to get this elusive unicorn to fall in love with them.

I seriously picked options I’d never done before. He had said my name once a long time ago, but I don’t really recall what had happened to get that, as I hadn’t even known that was possible at the time - the only notable things I remember was that I was a social media influencer (model) and that at the recoupling on day 9 I’d dumped Ibrahim to be with someone else (maybe Gary?). So I don’t know what could possibly influence this, so I’m writing down everything I can remember from my current route. I’m paraphrasing a lot of the actual dialogue options because I’m writing this from memory, but hopefully you’ll know what I mean - if not, let me know and I’ll clarify.

Profession: Social media influencer (videos). I dunno why, but I always had a suspicion this matters with the LIs. I noticed sometimes I get different reactions from the OGs in their responses for the first coupling up if it’s the only thing I change about my MC from one play to another, but I’m not completely sure.

Personality: I went for a mix of Hope and Lottie. I said I’m all about putting the girls first, that I love going all out with my looks and that I’m loud af and that I love to party - and for every option afterwards I chose accordingly, such as:

Saying “where are the margaritas at” when the group first gets together;

I went with the girls to chat, and when they’re talking about whether they want a guy to spend money on them I went with the second option, “it’s not about how much he spends”;

Telling the boys we needed to get our looks right for the first night;

Showing off my bathing suit in front of the boys when Lottie and Priya are arguing by the pool on the second day;

Strategizing first with the girls before meeting my LI by the daybeds;

For Two Truths and a Lie, I chose all the correct answers and at the end said the game brought the group closer;

For my options, I went with spent 5.000 on shoes, got Ed Sheeran to serenade me and stole my best friend’s boyfriend (lie);

I also picked a lot of neutral or funny options, such as the waking up in the loo when Marisol talks about sleepwalking or “what if there is no nan?” when she’s talking about Gary on the Talent Contest day;

During breakfastgate, I sided with Hannah on everything and chose the first options after Marisol walks away so Hannah would be happy with me;

I also reacted with the cute/nice options for everything related to Hope/Noah.

LI route: I was doing for loyalest of routes but (plot twist) with Rocco/Lucas.

I chose the first (flirty) option for all the OG boys when I met them before choosing Rocco;

I flirted with Rocco at every opportunity I had, chose dare and sent him the picture saying he’s the best looking there and I went full on when he kissed me. I chose the extra option at the end of truth and dare and chose truth and said I’d never go for someone I knew my friend fancied;

When Marisol said her analysis on Rocco and if it sounded like I was what he was looking for I said, I think so;

I didn’t react to Rocco flirting with others and when he comments on flirting I say it’s only natural and it doesn’t mean anything. When he said Priya could be a model, I reacted with “what about me?”

Bobby wanted a chat and I kept things neutral and friendly, but on the second day when he pulled me at the kitchen I said he was my type and looked at him through my lashes;

When Priya asks about my couple, I chose kiss and tell and that we’re one of the strong couples and I chose I meant what I said when Rocco asked later;

On the second night, I let the boys come talk to me. I told Rocco I wanted us to work out, then bizarrely Gary came chatting to me and I chose, “what about Hannah?” (I was basically friendzoning him throughout the game, poor crane boy)

Somehow Rahim kept choosing me on day 3 so I went back and redid some things: I chose “You’re so right babes” when Rocco goes on about the coffee people to up my score with him (but I asked Lottie to do a reading, wished for love, followed the instructions and said it was fun), said “what’s going on” then sided with Marisol at the gym scene so Rahim would be upset with me;

During the grafting, I chose Rocco first and all the options that would get me the heart eyes (what’s special about the hills, I’d love to go someday, he should choose me at the recoupling), I jumped into the pool in the scene with Ibrahim and said he should pick Marisol, then I talked to Bobby, saying I was confident, that he’d figure out what to do for the recoupling and “do you even use the gym?” - I thought it’d make him upset but of course Bobby never really gets upset lol

When Gary asks if there’s something between us, I said I like him as a friend;

When Lurik first comes to the Villa, I acted friendly but not flirty. I ran down while everyone was asleep and greeted them both then apologized to the girls. When Lucas was describing his ideal girl, I said, it sounds like me, but I sat with Rocco and reassured him when Lucas said he had his eye on me;

I was mostly neutral/not interested on the dates with Lurik, for Henrik I remember picking the central heating option and movies. With Lucas, I picked the sparkling personality option and the glamorous party. At the end of the date when he goes all rambling I picked “shall I give you a shovel?” And then “I thought it was cute”;

When Rocco asked about the dates, I said it’s nice to be asked and that I was only going because I had to. When Priya asks about recoupling with the new boys, I said I wasn’t interested (both times). When Rocco asked during the party, I said I wasn’t interested (it led to some new dialogue/interaction I’d never had with him too in the extra diamond scene btw);

I was basically nice/neutral but not flirty with all the other guys (I didn’t flirt with the boys in the gym with Lottie, for instance) and I never called him off until Roccogate - I’ll add a section about that later.

Relationship with Priya: I sided with Lottie on everything (which is so not my norm).

I stuck around to chat to Lottie and Hannah and I accidentally picked “she’s just playing the game”, but then I said we’ll show her who’s boss;

When meeting her, I chose to be formal and that she should back off my partner;

I kicked off when she stole him from me and reiterated this to the girls in the dressing room, but when Marisol said I’d need to steal a guy from one of the girls I burst into tears;

When Marisol came to the daybeds and we chatted about Priya cracking on with my guy I said I’d be upset if that happened;

When Rahim chose Priya at the recoupling I said “ugh” and when Gary chose Marisol I stayed silent but later I called him off for not giving Hannah a chance;

I called her off for going for Noah in the slime challenge and I just stayed silent when Lottie made a comment about me also rubbing against the guys;

I said Lottie should tell Rahim about Priya when she was complaining right after and said I was sorry about rubbing up against someone other than my partner (I also didn’t choose to get extra hot with Gary);

When they have the fight, I chose every option that backed Lottie. Then I went first to Lottie, comforted her and sided with her, going off on Priya. Then I talked to Hope, but didn’t talk directly to Priya and told them about my talk with Lottie (Hope is upset that it looks like I’m causing more trouble, but MC replies that she’s just saying how she feels);

When the girls gather at the firepit, I sat with Lottie and it looked like it was gonna kick off, but Lottie was happy that I had sided with her and surprisingly that seemed to solve the fight? I dunno, or maybe it was a glitch because Hope said she was happy the fight got solved and the next day they were acting like everything was fine.

Roccogate: This is where I kicked off. I felt entitled to it, because I’d been the perfect reassuring partner to Rocco up until then, I never flirted with the others and rejected their advances and then he pies me off like that? No sir, this is when I turned into Lottie.

During the Kiss and Tell, I only snogged Rocco for my first card (boy who has the biggest number of partners) and for the others I chose the neutral kiss option with Gary and Lucas;

I told Hope to kiss Rahim for the £$500 date and I admitted to the makeover for the movies, but denied the dancing on the tables (suggested Hope as the answer) and denied the canceling weekend trip one, too;

I kicked off at Marisol when she kissed Rocco and kicked off when he kissed her again;

I chose the extra card in the diamond scene and snogged Bobby then flirted with Henrik;

In the dressing room with Hope and Priya, I said it came out of nowhere, that Rocco wouldn’t do that to me, that I wasn’t convinced, that I was hurt and that the girls should gather to talk;

Then I talked to Henrik/Rahim and went off on Marisol, choosing the confrontational options and I told her to back off of Rocco;

During cocktails, I sided with Lottie and Bobby came during the scene in the firepit, I sat up next to him but in the diamond scene I only chose to give him a compliment instead of going for the kiss;

I was a mean bitch to Rocco throughout the Mr Love Island contest (I helped Bobby and got him the crown) and for the voting of the boys I said I wanted him out and that I wasn’t convinced after Marisol’s speech. I voted for Noah as the boy most likely to get a gf and Rocco to be voted out (and I said I didn’t want to lose Henrik because I wanted Lucas to stay lol);

For the interactions in the morning, I let Lucas initiate the kiss in the extra scene, I said Rocco would be dumped later that day anyway, I asked about Priya/Rahim and I said “Marisol, what are you doing?!” And that staying with them was the last thing I wanted (this and the fact that I went for Lucas later completely deteriorated my friendship with Marisol btw, but we get on better terms later on);

During Mean Tweets, I got every single answer wrong (except the one for Rocco and I was mean to him). I also chose my name for the Jake tweet about a girl deserving better, but I also chose myself as treating Rocco badly (instead of Lottie), I guessed Gary as the biggest player and then Bobby for the boy who snogged someone else after recoupling (which makes no sense considering Lottie, but I wanted to lose the challenge);

After the dumping, I stayed and talked to Henrik and kissed him and I was mean to Rocco all the way to his walking away from the Villa. Then I asked Lucas to share a bed as friends before I cracked on with him the next day like he was all I was looking for all along lol

Operation Nope: I didn’t participate at all. I said I thought they were romantic and that I wasn’t into the operation. I told Gary I thought Hope/Noah were alright and when I talked to Hope I told her what Priya had said and I was generally mean to Priya throughout the evening. I reassured Noah and gave him a friendly hug. I was nice to Lottie and said I was sorry for not having included her in what had happened that day. I also told Hope about the Noah/Priya convo I barely overheard after the Coming Clean challenge and I told Priya to apologize to Hope and back off from Noah.

Ministry of Sound Party and aftermath: I said I wasn’t into Jakub and likewise I didn’t nominate myself for a date with him. During the Priya/Lottie/Chelsea fight I chose “that’s awful” when Chelsea tells on the secret kiss and also the option that said, “but this is important!” But otherwise I was nice to Lottie. I told Chelsea to just apologize to Lottie and when Marisol recruited me to solve the fights I chose the options for “but I love the drama”, “what’s in it for me”, “how is talking gonna solve anything” before I reluctantly agreed to help and the next day I got the girls to get along again (by choosing the mostly neutral options).

Casa Amor: I said yeah to partying when Hope suggests just forgetting everything back at the Villa while we’re there and that my head could turn depending on the right guy. When Elijah walked out, I looked at Chelsea but then I winked at him when Felix walked out and I responded to Kassam with the simple “hello” option. For the speedy dates, I said, “So you’re a model” to Elijah so I’d get the heart eyes reaction and he’d want to stay chatting to me. For Kassam, right answers are “tell me about being a DJ” and “I just wanted to escape”. If you pull him for a chat that night (Carl came up to me but I said I wanted to talk to someone else), he’s gonna ask if I’m worried about what Lucas would think and I answered “I don’t care what he thinks”. And finally when I asked him to cuddle in bed, he said yes! (he likes being little spoon btw)

This is all I can remember and I don’t know what matters or not for getting him to like us. When we couple up with him in Casa Amor, Marisol says she thinks he likes someone who is quieter, who doesn’t get all the attention and who is true to herself, and that I’m too loyal for that - but this makes no sense considering my MC and the fact that he did like me and wanted to share a bed with me when I asked. My guess, and from reading other Kassam guides out there, is that I think he wants someone who is consistent: say what you mean and act like you said you would. If you’re loud, be loud. If you’re loyal, be loyal. And so on.

The weird, inconsistent thing on my part here is that I said I’d put the girls first but I got into fights with Priya (I was honestly just trying it out because I’d always been best friends with her and I wanted to see what it was like if I always sided with Lottie) and then Marisol during Roccogate, but I felt it would be deserved/justified or even logical if he was the guy I really wanted and the only one I’d been interested in so far. But it might count for why he didn’t say my name and why my score with him wasn’t higher right off the bat to get the pool scene, for instance.

Now I’m off to break Lucas’s heart by bringing Kassam back to the Villa with me - but then Lucas also brings in Blake so turnabout and all of that.

#litg #love island the game #love island the game season 2 #litg kassam #dj from Newcastle #the impossible has happened #kassam’s route #litg guide #too many details #this is long af

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marrcelos · 1 year

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lorenzo zurzolo. he/him. cis male. › spotted at the met steps, marcelo ‘mars’ valmount, most likely listening to hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone by blackbear with their airpods pro. the twenty three year old gained quite a reputation, known to be - materialistic yet + determined to anyone who knows them. you’ll easily spot them when you hear about arguing in italian over the phone with his mother, nearly shivering in disgust at the sight of chipped nail polish, snorting lines of coke off his phone as his agent urgently calls him, designer high end items tossed carelessly as if they have no value, claiming it’s 'my way or the highway’ , followed by toy boy by moschino. latest nepoupdates article talks about him 'allegedly’ hooking up with a married teacher at university, but i guess any reputation is good reputation.

basic stats ;

⟶ full name: marcelo leonardo valmount ⟶ nicknames: goes by mars, doesn’t mind being called marcelo either ⟶ three things he likes: getting high, discovering new vegan recipes, black nail polish ⟶ three things he dislikes: chipped nail polish, people who instigate, scary movies ⟶ gender: cis male ⟶ height: 5 ‘ 8 ⟶ age: twenty three ⟶ birthday: december 8, 1999 ⟶ zodiac: sagittarius sun, sagittarius moon, scorpio ascendant ⟶ right handed or left handed: right handed ⟶ eye color: baby blue ⟶ hair color: dark brown ⟶ piercings and tattoos: a cartilage piercing on his right ear, a small hoop piercing on his left earlobe, no tattoos ⟶ languages spoken: italian, spanish, and english ⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: homosexual / homoromantic ⟶ place of birth: upper east side, new york ⟶ last five songs listened to: testa tra le nuvole pt. 2 by alfa, maradona y pelé by thegiornalisti, judas by lady gaga, la musica non c’è by coez, hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone by blackbear ⟶ five aesthetics: black nail polish, snorting coke off your phone as your mom calls you, golden eyeliner, baby blue eyes gazing into the sunset, impulsively shopping when you’re stressed ⟶ character inspo: eric effiong from sex education, maxxie oliver from skins u.k, patrick blanco from elite

background story ;

marcelo was born to an italian mother named martina incanti and an american father named richard valmount, the result of a high school love. his mother came from really old money, her parents owning hotel resorts called incanti inn ( literally equivalent to hilton hotels ) all around the world, while his father came from old money too, his parents owning a chain of water supplies ( similar to voss or smartwater ). regardless of how young his parents were, marcelo was practically born with a golden spoon in his mouth, spoiled to the bone and adored by his entire family

still, in every good story, there’s always a catch. before his mother came along, his father had impregnated another woman, meaning marcelo had an older half brother on his father’s side. when he was younger, he remembers his mother doing everything in her power to try and hide ace from him, but as time went on, she couldn’t stop the inevitable – marcelo eventually knew all about ace, even going as far as snooping around to figure out more things about his half brother

however, the curiosity to know one of his siblings went away as he realized what a problem ace and his mother were for his own mother and father, always being the number one cause of every fight they ever had. odds are that if marcelo’s parents were fighting, it had to do with ace, and he honestly grew sick of it

was it really his fault that his father had chosen him and his mother instead and vice versa? admittedly, marcelo felt somewhat guilty about this as a kid, but the older he grew, the more okay with it he became. he figured that if his father had chosen them, it meant that he was obviously better than ace

this, and his entire upbringing, caused marcelo to grow a narcissistic complex. he began modeling at the tender age of six, for brands like gap, the children’s place, carter’s, you name it, and he’s probably modeled for it before. marcelo quickly became enamored with his looks, fully believing that first impressions and the way you looked to the world, was everything

he was also very academically intelligent, gifted in math and called the ‘human calculator’ by his teachers, as he could easily solve division, multiplication, addition and subtraction problems in his head without paper, in seconds. he went to a private, all boys school on the upper east side, singe handedly one of the best in the country

despite being book smart however, his real interest was in modeling and making a name for himself. in his early teen years, he booked a few commercials, and had a break through at fourteen when modeling for the popular luxury brand, gucci. when he was fifteen, he was officially signed to an agency, and from there on out, things grew more ‘intense’ for him, you could say

marcelo quickly realized just how big the competition was out there. for the first time, his last name didn’t mean anything to anyone, it was either bite or get bitten, and as much as he tried not to, he crumbled under pressure

! tws for eating disorders, fainting, hospitals and body dysphoria for the next four bullets, read with caution or skip over this if you’re triggered ! his habits start off so small at first, that he genuinely doesn’t see it as a problem. over exercising is only the beginning, but soon enough, he starts cautiously watching, and counting, the calories of the stuff he eats. when this isn’t proven to be enough, he switches to a vegan diet, and it just escalates from that point on

to be honest, he was never overweight. in fact, doctors would tell him he had to gain some weight in the past, but despite this, he didn’t feel good enough. more so, he felt like he could be better. he became obsessed with any little flaw he would pick out of himself and would work endlessly to fix it, or make it less noticeable. one of his more genuine friends in the modeling industry flat out told him he had a problem, but marcelo brushed it aside and kept ‘working’ on himself. by working on himself, i mean practically torturing himself with unhealthy diets and extreme exercise routines

the worst part is that he really didn’t think he had a problem. he struggled with an eating disorder and body dysphoria for six years, until one day, six months after his twenty first birthday, he ends up passing out during a photo shoot. waking up in the hospital, he’s told he has pretty bad malnutrition linked to an eating disorder and is recommended to seek help. at this point, he weighed ninety five pounds

it’s at this moment that he realizes that he’s not okay. this is a really rough time in his life, because not only do his parents find out about all his antics, but he feels ( somewhat forced ) to get better by not just them, but his friends and his fanbase. it’s also embarrassing for him, as this incident became publics news, so despite not being quite ready to get the help he needs, he ends up checking himself into an inpatient clinic in brooklyn that specializes in eating disorders and mental health. he’s there for three months and it’s basically hell for him, the hardest thing he’s ever had to do, but… he does get better. by a lot. ends up gaining the weight he needs and see’s a nutritionist to work out a ( healthy ) vegan diet for him

after this rather dark time in his life, he decides to go to college to study psychology and minor in nutrition and dietetics. here is where you could say that he ‘finds himself’, as people do the craziest things in their college years. first off, he develops a nasty coke habit, as lots of people in the industry do. he likes the way coke takes away your hunger, and he enjoys the way it makes him feel on top of the world and focused. second of all, he realizes he’s pretty damn gay

to be fair, he’s always had an idea that he wasn’t straight, but he assumed ( wrongly ) that he was bisexual for the longest time. it isn’t until college that he realizes he isn’t really romantically interested in females, hooking up with ( a lot ) of guys

! tw for student/teacher relationship, general inappropriate relationships, read with caution of skip over this if you’re triggered ! to make his life even harder, marcelo begins secretly hooking up with a history professor, who is really only thirty two, but he’s married, and supposedly ‘straight’ to everyone. this relationship is inappropriate and truth be told, marcelo isn’t even sure why he does it to begin with. because he likes attention? because he’s a gay whore? the validation he gives him? point is that this goes on for a couple of months, until, if you guessed it, they get caught. thankfully, this is managed to be kept under wraps and the professor he had been hooking up with transfers to another college, unfortunately? it gets to the ears of his parents, and he’s forced to come out to them a month before his twenty third birthday

honestly, marcelo thought his mother would take it the wrong way. she’s italian, she’s religious, and old school, but surprisingly? she’s the most supportive of him, gives him a hug and tells him she’s going to love him no matter what. his father though? there’s a reaction he wasn’t expecting at all

‘why would you do this to me?’ ‘why are you choosing this lifestyle? have you not embarrassed us enough with this?’ ‘why are you like this marcelo?’ ‘it’s like i don’t even know you anymore’ ‘if i would’ve known my son would turn out to be a fucking queer, i would’ve chosen my other family’ are just some of the many hurtful things he’s told that very night. he never thought his father would be so against him being gay, and it actually really hurts his feelings more than he let on because growing up, he had a very good relationship with his father. he taught him how to play piano, he spoiled him to no end, he was always really supportive of his choices, but this? this was something richard was simply not living down

things become so awkward with his father, he uses the money he makes modeling and through sponsorships and social media to buy a luxury penthouse near his college, wanting to be far away from him. at this moment, he can’t help but wonder – is this how ace has felt his whole life?

headcanons ;

despite being fully recovered from his eating disorder, there are days where marcelo feels ready to give up. he wouldn’t go back to hurting himself the way he used to, but it’s still something he struggles with. he is really, really iffy about what he eats

ironically enough, he’s all about preaching about healthy living and eating right, then proceeds to take four lines of coke without even taking a break... hypocrite, much?

marcelo has thirty seven million followers on instagram and counting, and an equal amount on other social media platforms. he’s a model, an influencer, heir and a college student

he loves painting his nails. his favorite color to paint them is black, but he enjoys dark blue as well. he hates chipped nail polish, will literally run to get his nails re done the second he see’s a chip, usually does black gel or black powder dip

despite acting like he’s too good for everyone, marcelo secretly craves validation. whether it be with his friends or flings he’s had, he just wants to feel like he’s good enough for someone, because truthfully, despite having anything materialistic he could ever want, he doesn’t feel like he’s worthy of love, or deserving of it, but he craves it

he’s a huge vegan, has been a vegan for over a year now and will probably never go back. watch him look at you funny if he catches you eating a burger or something

marcelo loves animals, but is more of a cat person. he has a ragdoll cat he named draco meowfoy while drunk and would basically die for him

he’s been playing piano since he has five, but considers this to just be a fun hobby. he was taught by his father, and his top two favorite pieces to play are i love you by riopy and nuvole bianche by ludovico einaudi

he’s fluent in english, italian and spanish, and will strictly only speak in italian with his mother. despite not being born in italy, marcelo considers himself more italian than american

he loves music in italian too, especially italian love songs or italian edm songs. some of his favorite italian artists are shade, alfa and even thegiornalisti

he impulsively shops when he’s stressed, doesn’t even bother looking at the price tag anymore, just gets what he wants whenever he wants. he’s materialistic, and loves looking good

marcelo is the perfect definition of ‘money doesn’t buy happiness’ because he has everything anyone could ever want, but truthfully? he’s not happy. he feels alone, and no amount of shopping, drug usage, or partying, is going to fix that

i’m going to end this here because this is getting long, but below are some wanted connections and his birthchart!

wanted connections ;

get in loser, we’re going shopping: shopping buddies, could be any gender, but they just go out and spend a fuck ton of money on stuff they don’t even need, probably a superficial relationship

who are you again?: hear me out, someone he gave head to at a party but genuinely doesn’t remember it, but your muse does. like ‘wait isn’t that the guy who sucked my dick?’ and marcelo is just like ‘ha ha.... do i know you?’ literally this level of black out drunk

not sure how we’re friends... i mean, look at your shoes: a pair of very, very unlikely friends. they’re not even sure how they became friends, but it’s surprisingly a genuine friendship, could be very wholesome

i know what you did in college: someone who knew he was hooking up with a professor from college. could go to the same college or could have just been at the wrong place at the wrong time. how this muse replies is entirely up to you, could think marcelo is a legend, or could seriously judge him, i’m open for whatever

it’s meant to be. look, we’re both eating vegan eggplant parmesan!: literally became friends because they’re both vegans. text each other about new vegan recipes or new vegan spots they find around town, share the same love of not eating, consuming or messing with any animal products at all, they said animals are friends, not food!

i hate your stinking guts: someone who doesn’t like him. he’s very easy to hate. very entitled and acts like he’s better than everyone. your muse could hate him, or he could hate your muse

what? you can hate people and still think they’re hot: a classic hate ship, open to males/nb. they claim to really not like each other, yet always end up in each others beds, whether they’re drunk or sober, whatever the case might be

you’ve seen me naked before: people ( guys ) he’s hooked up with. he’s a whore so this is open to multiple guys. whether they still hook up or not can be plotted

i tried to warn you from the start: someone in the industry like him, who saw him getting bad and tried to help him, but marcelo wouldn’t listen to them. could be any gender, but this muse genuinely tried to help him at his lowest and he would just shake them off with an ‘i’m fine’. marcelo reached out to this muse when he got out of the hospital to thank them for trying to make him see he had a problem

from afar, i guess: maybe someone who has a crush on him, but he has no idea? could be interesting to play out

need a girls night? get in here, bitch: female friends! give me females he’s very good friends with, a gay bff if you must, and they just gossip, talk shit, watch romcoms and get into all types of shenanigans together!

you were the first guy in my life: first guy he’s ever hooked up with, helped him realize he’s gay. they could be on bad terms, on good terms, friends, still hooking up, i’m open to any ideas!

or, we could brainstorm!

birthchart ;

#nepofm.intro #eating disorder tw #drug abuse tw #fainting tw #hospitals tw #homophobia tw #body dysphoria tw #lmk if i missed a tw!!#this is long AF #i fully dont expect anyone to finish this thing lmfaoo #if u see spelling errors i didnt proof read so like.... no u didnt NBSDVCJKDNVJDF #inappropriate relationship tw #student/teacher fling tw

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fiiore · 2 years

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hey is that lorenzo zurzolo? no, that’s just fiore gattuso. they’re twenty one, and have spent two years in dayton. i hear that they’re kind of determined but also can be narcissistic. black nail polish and piercing blue eyes remind me of him. can’t wait to see them at the next party!

warning: this intro contains a lot of mature/triggering content such as homophobia, emotional and physical abuse, mental illness implication, and probably a lot more. i’ve tried tagging everything accordingly, but if you see something i missed, please feel free to dm me!

basic stats ;

⟶ full name: fiore emiliano luca gattuso ( first name pronounced fee-oh-reh, also see here ! ) ⟶ nicknames: usually just goes by fiore, his cousin will jokingly call him fiorella or fifi , some people might even say…. flower boy ( fiore literally…. means flower in italian 😳 ) ⟶ three things he likes: people who smell good and have general good hygiene, seth rogen, tiramisu gelato ⟶ three things he dislikes: dirty fingernails, people who are actually very wealthy but are super cheap, cracked phone screens ⟶ gender: cis male ⟶ height: 5 ‘ 8 ⟶ age: 21 ⟶ birthday: june 13, 2001 ⟶ zodiac: gemini sun, aries moon, libra ascendant ⟶ right handed or left handed: left handed ⟶ eye color: baby blue ⟶ hair color: brown ⟶ piercings and tattoos: a cartilage piercing on his right ear, usually covered by his hair, and a small gemini symbol tattoo on his left wrist ⟶ languages spoken: italian ( native tongue ), spanish, and english ⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: homosexual / homoromantic ⟶ place of birth: positano, italy ⟶ hometown: rome, italy ⟶ last five songs listened to: testa tra le nuvole pt.1 by alfa, sei bella come roma by dandy turner, caught you boy ( i want you ) by lana del rey, completamente by thegiornnalisti, 16 marzo by achille lauro ft. gow tribe ⟶ five aesthetics: several golden rings on thin fingers with black nail polish to match, always looking on fleek regardless of the situation, a flirtatious smile, a soft italian accent when speaking english, being late to literally everything ⟶ character inspo: kat hernandez from euphoria ( big muse! ), maeby funke from arrested development ( also big muse! ), lucrecia montesinos from elite

background story ;

so fiore was born to a spanish mother named martina belmonte and a fully italian father named gian gattuso in the village positano, in southern italy. they later moved to rome when he was around four years old. his family? basically comes from really old money. so old, they really don’t even know where it came from? point is, they’re a very well off bunch. his mother is into politics and has her own line of hair and skin care products, and his father owns companies worldwide, of just about everything. gas, water, electric, fashion, food industries, you name it, his name is on it.

fiore grew up with anything he’s ever wanted ( materialistically, of course ). apart from that, his parents were, how you say…. awful? like no beating around the bush, they were awful. his mother’s businesses’ were legit, but they were also used to secretly wash money. his father treated his employees like garbage. they were both awful individuals, but his father however, had to be the worst for him. he had a very old school way of thinking, the whole the man brings the money into the relationship mentality, this dumb idea that men couldn’t show their feelings because they would be labeled as weak, a super religious mindset that honestly? was toxic masculinity at it’s absolute finest. very gross and vile behavior

they were people who expected a lot out of their only son, which made fiore feel an insane amount of pressure from the very start. he showed characteristics lots of boys his age didn’t show at a super young age. he did things like peeing while sitting down instead of standing up, he preferred to play with dolls instead of toys specifically for boys, favored the color pink, got along better with girls, preferred to watch shows that were considered ‘girly’, etc, etc.

they were very harmless things honestly, things that most parents would laugh about or just turn a blind eye at. however, fiore really wasn’t that lucky when it came to the people who bought him into the world. any time he would do anything they claimed a ‘normal boy wouldn’t do’, he would get a huge lecture, and a beating to go with it. needless to say, he learned to hide a lot of who he really was very early on

he did a lot of things to seek the approval of his parents. he wasn’t smart academically ( dumb boi 101 tbh ), but he tried to make them happy in other ways. fiore was never fond of sports at all, but he started playing tennis when he was five, because it made his parents less vile towards him. truth be told, he hated tennis with every fiber of his being but again, he did this, simply because it satisfied his parents

he grew up trying to be the perfect son, often times putting himself in situations he didn’t want to be in or felt uncomfortable doing because he wanted them to be proud of him, but honestly? it was like? never enough. he could single handedly be the best person at anything he does, but it never made his parents happy. it was all smiles for the pictures, but behind closed doors, he really was pretty damn miserable. he was basically the perfect example of money doesn’t buy real happiness, because he had anything materialistic anybody could ever want, but he was not a happy kid

simply put, he’s always known he like boys. it wasn’t even one of those cases where he’s super confused and assumes it’s just a phase or is in deep denial or whatever, nope, he has literally always known, clear as day. and this, along with how his parents were in general, really made him depressed because he knew the way he felt wouldn’t be cool with them. if anything, he was terrified of how they would react if they ever found out about his feelings, so, as unhealthy as it sounds, he buried that shit. his perfectly normal feelings? buried, stashed away as if it’s something he should be ashamed about. the saddest part is though…. he totally was ashamed. his entire upbringing, he was just told it was wrong. religion was an excuse that was always used, but it was more of the whole ‘oh my god, what would everyone think?’ type thing. he grew up with the idea that the image people have of him and his family is everything, because this was pushed upon him since he could remember. again , he felt this insane amount of pressure to look and act perfect, and this, along with hiding his true feelings, secretly drove him insane

his life consisted of mostly just doing things he didn’t want to do. between tennis, cotillion classes he was forced to take, tutoring because he wasn’t academically intelligent whatsoever, the upperclass parties he was forced to attend with his parents, speaking to kids he actually couldn’t stand…. it all drained him. even things he liked doing, like playing piano, all seemed like a chore to him, because of all the pressure he was under. he just kept acting perfect, like his life was perfect and everything was okay, and fiore was so damn cynical and charming that he made everyone believe he was having the time of his life, when really? people didn’t know the half of it

it isn’t until he’s fifteen that his life kind of changes. his parents have been friends with this other family who was in their social class since fiore could remember, and they had a daughter fiore’s age, named luna maybe you can see where this is going, but if not…. they’ve always wanted fiore and her to date. their mother’s were pregnant at the same time and would talk about their wedding type thing, fiore and her have known each other since they were in diapers, and this would all be super cute if he wasn’t like, secretly super fucking gay? but it was around this age that they kind of started pushing for them to hang out more, with the pure intention of them getting together. like ‘fiore has tennis practice, maybe luna can come with and you guys can go see a movie later?’ or ‘fiore, luna knows this great pizza place she can totally take you to’

basically…. kind of forcing them to hang out, and you know, fiore definitely tried. he would pick her up after school, they would go see movies together, they would exchange music back and forth, and he thought she was really, really cool, but he just was not into her like that. and again, he really did try? he kept telling himself that maybe if he holds his breath when he hugs her, the strong scent of her perfume wouldn’t nauseate him. that maybe one day, he would like how much smaller her hand was compared to his. that maybe he would come to enjoy how long her hair is, but like…. he actually could not? he was just not into her at all no matter how much he tried to be…. sad boi realization hours tbh

and one day when they’re at his house, alone, she tries to kiss him, and he doesn’t know what comes over him but dude kind of just pulls away and says ‘i’m gay!’ without even thinking about it, and i shit you not, her actual response? ‘oh, i figured that out. i just wanted to hear you say it’, and strangely enough, from that point on, they become best friends. she didn’t tell anyone what he told her, and she’s literally the first person he’s ever come out to

his life only gets, dare i say, spicier, from that point on. it’s two days after his sixteenth birthday when he’s going over to luna’s house to pick her up so they can hang out. now just imagine his surprise when the person who opens the door is some handsome shirtless stranger he’s never seen before. as it turns out, luna has an older brother, alessio, who fiore has never met before because he went to a boarding school in london and mostly lived with their grandparents. now this dude was actually the most attractive man fiore has ever seen. he actually just stands there and stares at him for a second because he can’t believe how handsome he is

to make a long story short, after weeks of sexual tension between them, they finally start messing around behind closed doors. fiore tried to avoid it, but his simp ass just gave in. he just couldn’t really hide his feelings anymore. it’s this whole secret summer romance, the only other person knowing the truth between them being luna. it turns into more than just a summer thing though when alessio decides to start the school year in italy, leaving behind the school he went to in london, literally all for fiore. obviously he gave a whole different reason when asked why he did what he did, but the real reason? definitely fiore

they’re together for two years, secretly, of course. fiore was legit in love with this guy. they were both young, but he knew he loved him. and they would have been together forever and probably run off somewhere to get married if it wasn’t for one single thing that fucked everything up

one day, fiore and him are walking back from his tennis practice. this is a time where fiore knows no one is home and no one is coming home for a while, so when they get to his house and see his father’s car parked outside, he low key panics a little. alessio leaves, but little does fiore know, this is the last time he would ever see him

his father asks him to come upstairs and surprisingly, leads him into his room. this is when fiore’s entire life practically changes forever. his father turns on his tv and legit starts playing his sex tape, with none other than alessio. just picture this though; your extremely homophobic, close minded and hateful father and you sitting on your bed, watching your gay sex tape with your boyfriend, who happens to be the son of your parents’ closest friends

obviously, this news isn’t well taken by his father. he gets his ass beat. like, literally almost dies type shit. he’s definitely been beat by his father before, but the truth is that it was never that brutal. he knew neither his mother or father would be okay with everything, but he didn’t think it would be that bad. this is definitely one of the lowest points in his life

it’s like they knew about it for a moment too because everything kind of just seems like they planned it with time? his plane ticket to california, his living arrangements with his cousin when he gets there, their very hurtful speech…. it’s like they thought about all of this. they tell him that if he wants to do ‘gross shit like that’, that he’s going to do it very far away from them. that he’s no longer going to be a responsibility for them, that they can’t believe he would even think to embarrass them that way and they couldn’t even imagine anyone finding out…. basically gets disowned and sent away, forced to leave the city he’s lived in all his life

it doesn’t really take an expert to figure out that fiore did not take this move well at all. for a while, he was really depressed. he wouldn’t go out at all and would just lay in bed for the longest time, his english was kind of ass as well. he appreciated what his cousin was doing for him by letting him live with him ( even though he didn’t know the real story ), but he just couldn’t get over what happened. after about the second month of just feeling sorry for himself, it was his cousin who snapped him back to reality

he got him a job at the pizza place he works in, but fiore began to realize how much he despised working. his entire life, he received everything he’s ever wanted on a golden plater with solid gold spoons, he’s always had everything without working for it, so this? he was for sure not used to it at all. his life completely changed. he went from living in a two story mansion in the most prestigious part of rome to living in a very shitty part of california, broke almost always, and working a job he hated with everything he had, splitting rent with his cousin

he didn’t want that for himself. he was trying to not be judgmental, but he simply couldn’t live like this, he refused. it wasn’t until he went out clubbing one night ( fake id and all ), that one of his friends really opened his eyes, showed him the wonders of being a sugar baby and conning people. they walked into the place with twenty bucks and left with four thousand dollars

quickly, fiore began to learn his friends’ ways. he just put himself out there. he opened up an instagram account and gained recognition after being tagged in several pictures with all these influencers with over three million followers each. his looks, his rather charming personality, and his thick italian accent helped him tremendously. he learned so fast that he could easily have the lifestyle he was so used to, using his looks to his advantage. soon enough, he was conning and finessing the fuck out of all these older men ( and sometimes women ) for their money. he would basically act like the boy of their dreams, everything sweet, then just steal their money and ghost. sometimes, he wouldn’t even have to do all that, he just had these older guys willing to buy him anything and spoil him in exchange for his company. i mean sometimes he would steal but it came up to a point where he really didn’t have to? he just had to look cute and act affectionate and he was getting whatever he wanted

on top of that, his instagram account was blowing up. he wasn’t just getting money from lonely old guys, but he was also making money off his social media accounts. sponsorships, a modeling contract, pretty much making money off his look . he’s also done some camboy stuff, but he wore a mask ( think kat hernandez from euphoria! ), like…. he became obsessed with how fast he could make money because he’s cute. he was just in love with the idea that dudes he didn’t even know online were sending him money because they think he’s hot. eventually, he began making enough money up to the point where he pushed his cousin into stocks and they eventually moved out of their crappy apartment and into a luxury house. fiore just wants to live the opulent life he’s always been used to

he’s just making money off his appearance at this point, whether it be guys spoiling him, or his social media accounts, or whatever it is, but he’s literally just living his luxury life doing what he wants and he’s just getting paid for his looks, and the content he posts? kind of an empty minded mentality, but he really doesn’t care. he’s living his dream of not working at all and still having a fuck ton of money so he couldn’t be happier. he just wants to live off his physical appearance and that’s legit exactly what he’s doing and honestly? we kind of have to stan

there is still a part of fiore that has a lot of issues and trauma. honestly mommy and daddy issues as fuck, but he doesn’t talk about this at all. it’s actually really funny because he’s pretty popular on social media, but no one really knows anything about his personal life? he literally refuses to talk about anything that happened to him before he was eighteen. it’s actually kind of wild because you can have very long conversations with him, but it’s kind of all outside things? in the sense that you can have a three hour chat with him, laughing and all, thinking you’re getting close to him, but when he gets up to leave, after like five minutes of him being gone, it’ll kind of hit you like holy fuck, i don’t know anything about this guy? he’s way too good at asking you about yourself and avoiding talking about his personal life altogether. you can tell him your entire life story but realize you literally don’t even know his middle name

he’s also super good at getting what he wants, super fucking sneaky. he will dead ass plant this thought in your head, but he’ll circle it so much, it’ll seem like the entire thing was your idea to begin with. he can be super manipulative but he’s so nonchalant about it that you won’t even notice. like nah , that wasn’t your idea... he’s been feeding it to you for weeks now to make you think it is

in a way, he is kind of relieved with everything that happened with his parents because now, he’s completely free to be himself and do whatever the fuck he wants, knowing very well they can’t really touch him anymore. of course, it still left a mark that he’s never going to be able to erase or forget ( both in his heart and on his body too ), but he feels free for once in his life and he’s kind of happier now, still low key needs therapy because he has some serious issues and problems tbh but what are you gonna do about it LOL

relationship wise, he really doesn’t commit to anyone. after practically being forced to leave his now ex boyfriend, he kind of feels like he doesn’t deserve love? it’s really fucked up but he’s genuinely convinced that no one is ever going to really love him or want to be with him so he just avoids any real romantic relationship of any kind. this is probably why he uses older rich guys the way he does, because he knows he can get as much as he wants out of them and in a way, he feels like he’s using them so they can’t use him? he also knows he’s never going to really love any of those guys, so he feels like they’re safe for him to use and manipulate to his liking. i mean he’s a major fucking hoe and will hook up with any hot guy whether they’re rich or not because BOYS BOYS BOYS, but he will definitely leave them before they can leave him. he’s the type to leave before you even wake up type shit…. we hate him tbh

deep down, he really does want to be loved. he wants an actual boyfriend and all that lovey gooey shit he had with alessio, but he’s just a scared little bitch. dude has fucking issues. like actual trauma that he can’t get over so he just keeps having meaningless sex and doing what he wants because he wants to be in control... again, get a fucking therapist fiore holy fuck

he has become a huge narcissist. he’s genuinely obsessed with his physical appearance, no lie. you will never see this man wearing sweats or half assing it. he always wants to look good, regardless of the occasion. in a way, it’s because he secretly feels like he has nothing else to offer besides being hot, so he dwells on this shit. has an extensive skin care routine, loves painting his nails, always has his hair cut nicely and dresses straight out of a magazine…. dude has to look good he doesn’t care

he’s also a huge fucking liar, can be super deceiving. he will have zero reason to lie but he’ll lie anyways. his narcissism and lying are literally a defense mechanism, like for the millionth time man…. go to therapy lmfao

he enjoys drinking and smoking weed as well, though he definitely prefers to drink. dude loves himself a huge ass cup of wine! he refuses to do anything else because he claims doing anything else is going to ‘ruin his good looks and youth’. he’s also a pretty good cook and knows how to bake, but this is a rather hidden talent of his. he’s mostly learned this because he’s a picky ass eater and wants to eat stuff his way, but he actually really likes it now? like making food or desserts is actually a relaxing hobby of his, he even knows how to make some really potent edibles which is actually pretty dope. don’t get him started on his alcohol soaked gummies because they come out fantastic as well

this is another secret of his but fiore? is actually secretly blind as fuck KJNCDNVCD like one of his many secrets. has a vision of 20/50, nearly 20/60, but hasn’t worn glasses since he was seven, pretty much doing everything with contacts. he just thinks glasses look unattractive on him and honestly refuses to let anyone see him with them on, basically only takes off his contacts to sleep type shit. it’s not even an embarrassing thing but he just hates it? honestly considers it to be one of his worst flaws, being blind as shit. no one has ever seen him with glasses on and the only person who even knows he has vision as bad as he does is his cousin 🤡

he has a ragdoll cat he found when he was two months old in a dumpster and he drunkenly named him draco meowfoy. he’s one year old now and fiore is actually in love with him. like…. that’s his baby legit

when he was younger, as punishment whenever he misbehaved, his father would lock him in the trunk of his car, for several hours. because of this and his childhood, he’s really claustrophobic. he can’t do tight spaces because he will literally freak out, have an actual panic attack. i’m sure if he ever gets trapped in an elevator, he would probably pass out with how not okay he would be KJFHNJDVN i think just thinking about shit he’s been through makes him have random mental break downs? he’ll say he’s over it but he’s definitely not bless

also just a random little fact, but his name, fiore, actually translates to flower in italian. his surname, gattuso, derives from the italian word gatto, which means cat, so when you think about it, his name? is dead ass flower cat, and ironically enough? his dream is to start his own clothing brand, with that exact name bless him

this is all i’m gonna write now because this got long as hell, but below are some wanted connections and his birthchart!

wanted connections ;

i bet i can’t remember you... no, i actually really can’t remember you: this is a messy connection, but give me a guy he drunkenly gave a blowjob to at a party and genuinely cannot recall doing it. your muse probably remembers it but fiore? watch him go damn that’s crazy... who are you again?

you can’t stand me you say? then sit on my face: ahh, the i hate you so much but we always end up sleeping together connection. someone who really can’t stand him yet they end up having sex anyways. watch his narcissistic ass go ‘you love me’ ( no you’re annoying af )

why are we friends? look at the shoes you’re wearing: very very unlikely friends, friends who have no idea how they even ended up becoming friends, but are friends anyways, watch him tell this unfortunate soul all his gay adventures

we bonded over our pets: became friends because they both have pets, they could have cute little playdates with their pets because he actually has the chillest cat alive, gets along with everyone

you’re the most irritating person i’ve ever met: someone who genuinely can’t stand him whatsoever. at all. not even a little bit. it’s very easy to hate him because he’s the worst so i don’t even blame this person

i hate that i don’t hate you: an unrequited crush. an unfortunate soul who likes him but he’s just the worst. he’s also the stupidest person ever, so he would be completely oblivious to this crush as well

let’s talk shit about everyone in the room: besties who trash talk everyone, no one is free from the mouth of these two. watch someone walk in with sweats and get roasted for absolutely no reason at all

or, we can brainstorm!

birthchart ;

#reallife.intro #homophobia tw #abuse tw #mental illness implication tw #internalized homophobia tw #emotional abuse tw #i rlly dont expect anyone to read this at all #this is LONG AF #but if anyone does lemme tell u i LOVE U

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ichoric · 2 years

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@nectaric said: i just think you should talk about the dichotomy between eris with the rest of her family, and eris as a mom >:) how is she different? why?

i’ve been waiting for this omfg. i think to start this off it’s important to note something about the gods: they rarely forget. small mistakes eris made, even as a child, stuck to her like a plaque because to gods, these traits inevitably make up who the god is . . . at least, it’s expected. there’s so many expectations for the gods that eris absolutely did not abide to. when she realized her chaos was the primary force other gods would pin on her, why would she fight to prove them wrong ?

eris was expected to cause problems and get under the gods skin so she did, and she did it well. on the other hand, eris ran away from olympus at a young age as well - only popping in a few times, namely to create instances of chaos. in the mortal world? eris was barely acknowledged. aside from monsters and worse people than herself aiming to use her, mortals did not care. if the ground shook it wasn’t blamed on her, if she cried and freaked out, no one was looking and going oh that’s just eris.

there was a freedom in breaking off from olympus. eris travelled, made friends who laughed at her jokes and made the world seem far less cruel — and far less strict. she wanted so desperately to be seen as more than her chaos, which is why nyx absolutely blew eris away. nyx is the reason eris began seeing the beauty in chaos - that it isn’t inherently evil or good, but a powerful force of strong emotions. this journey to self love and acceptance is why eris is a complete 180 from how she is towards her relatives vs how she is towards her partner and daughter.

because eris knows. she knows how frightening life can get, especially to a young girl who can’t even vocalize what’s happening to her, or what’s going through her head. aggressive as she might be to others, devin changed her world. she was ( my, rose’s) eris’ first child and there was no way she was letting her child grow up feeling like she did.

so, eris channeled a lot of her energy and pain into becoming a mom — and she fucking loved it. she rarely wanted to put devin down, sang lullaby’s to calm her when sensory overload became too much, glared at anyone who looked at her wife and daughter wrong. even used a baby voice with devin, got used to referring to nyx as mama or mummy when devin needed her. she was living a life she only imagined, and she began to believe she’d found her purpose. a purpose greater than being chaotic.

which, of course, drastically changed when devin died.

#nectaric #THIS IS LONG AF #tbt

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shadyelizabeth · 2 years

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8.06. SPARKLE

Harry was a cliché. He knew he was a cliché, and a desperate one at that, but this was his life. He could either accept it or fight it, and right now, accepting it seemed to be the best way to go.

He laid shoulder-to-shoulder with Draco, his best friend and the love of his life, in the quilted hammock strung up in his backyard.

The summer was coming to a close; school was set to start next week, and after spending the last few months apart, this was all Harry had been looking forward to—taking these last few days to relax and catch up on everything that had happened while they’d been away from home.

Harry had spent the summer in Cumbria with his Uncle Remus. Remus moved around a lot, being one of the only specialists in the UK for a rare blood disease, so Harry didn’t see him often. But within the last two years, he’d taken on an apprentice who was now able to cover for Remus so he could have the summer off. As soon as he knew he had the time, he rang Harry and asked if he’d like to spend the summer with him.

Harry had elatedly said yet, happy to escape the concrete and pavement of London (and have something to do while Draco was away). He and Remus had spent as much time as possible outdoors, going camping, hiking, and kayaking. He’d learned to fish and track animals by their footprints and droppings. He’d become a proper outdoorsman and had had a wonderful time, but he was glad to be home.

Draco had spent the summer with his grandparents at their beach house, and while Harry hadn’t thought he could get any more beautiful when he opened the door to find Draco on his front steps a few days ago, he had to fight to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. His normally pale skin had bronzed in the summer sunshine, and his legs, somehow, looked longer giving Harry the impression of a Gargarean. And even though they’d talked every couple of days, sent selfies of their activities, and video chatted a time or two, Harry hadn’t been prepared for the little brown freckles that had appeared on his skin. He wanted to trace lines between them and create constellations with his fingers.

And with Draco in nothing but a cut-off tee and a pair of gym shorts, those freckles on full display across his shoulders and thighs, Harry really had to resist the urge.

But he had an idea.

He knew he was going to drive himself crazy if he didn’t figure out if the feelings he had for his friend were even remotely mutual. Draco had been kinda cryptic when it came to the love department. He talked about celebrities he was into, like Darryl McCormack and Cara Delevingne, but it was all superficial. He rarely mentioned anyone real, anyone they knew, and Harry could only hope it was because they were hiding a similar secret—into someone but too afraid to voice those feelings out loud without some kind of reassurance that that person also felt the same.

But there was also a niggling feeling that maybe Draco knew about Harry’s feelings and didn’t want to push what he couldn’t reciprocate in his face. (Harry had driven himself crazy this summer wondering what parts of his vacation Draco wasn’t telling him about. He’d seen the hot guys and the beautiful girls in the backgrounds of the pictures he’d sent; knew anyone with two eyes would only have to witness Draco’s smile to fall in love with him.)

He couldn’t wait much longer to find out. Even if Draco didn’t feel the same way, at least he’d have an answer, but he couldn’t go into this upcoming school year with all the new competition without shooting his shot first.

Rolling up on his side the best he could, Harry asked, “Did you guys ever play Sparkle in primary school?”

“Uhh, maybe?” Draco squinted up at him. “Remind me what it is.”

“So, everyone in the class would stand up in a circle. Either the teacher or one of the kids would volunteer to go first, and they would go in a line spelling the word sparkle. And whoever was after the person who said the ‘e’, they would say, ‘Sparkle!’ and, like, twirl out of the circle. And you’d keep going and going until there was one person left.”

Draco’s face crinkled, his nose scrunching up in a way that made Harry want to boop it. “I don’t think we did, and it seems kinda stupid? Like, was sparkle the only word you ever spelled?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Lol yeah! It was, like, year one! I don’t know what our spelling prowess was!”

“You know the word ‘prowess’ now, so I’m assuming you could’ve handled bigger words than sparkle. But what made you bring that up?”

Clearing his throat, Harry said, “I, uh, saw this new trend online where two friends or couples were playing Sparkle but with dares. So whoever went first would start out with a dare that started with ‘s’ and so on and so forth until someone gave up or the game was over.”

“Okay.” Draco did his best to mirror Harry’s position. “So, what’s the wager? If I win, you have to clean my room once a week for a month.”

“Oh, Lord!” Harry groaned, knowing the mess Draco could make in a few hours, let alone a few days. “Fine. If I win, you have to watch all the Star Wars movies with me.”

“Bet,” Draco said, with a mischievous glint in his eye. Harry’s heartbeat kicked up a notch when he said, “You go first.”

He sent up a silent prayer of gratitude, thankful Draco had let him go first. The only way his plan would work was if he started. “Okay. Show me something you’ve never shown anyone else before.”

A sly grin unfolded across Draco’s lips. “I don’t know if you’ve been picking up my vibe, but there has been something I’ve been wanting to show you but hadn’t figured out how to bring it up.”

Even though they were alone in Harry’s backyard, Draco poked his head up and looked around, as if to make sure there were no prying eyes. When he was satisfied, he pulled up what little material there was of his shorts to reveal a small black and white snake trailing up his inner thigh.

It was simple but sexy, placed with intention. It made Harry’s mouth dry. He wanted to touch it, run his fingers (and his tongue) over it reverently. He had to tear his eyes away before he did something he couldn’t take back.

“When?!”

“This summer!” He tugged the hem of his shorts back down. “One of my older cousins came in for a few days. We look close enough if you’re not looking too closely. I may have borrowed his ID for a few hours.”

“I love it! Did it hurt?”

He shook his head. “It tickled.”

Harry suppressed a shudder.

“Your turn!” Tapping his chin with his forefinger, she said, “I feel like I have to up the stakes, so ‘P’. ‘P’. What can you do that starts with—go punch your godfather!”

Harry felt his eyes go wide. “I mean, do you want me to die?! I can’t clean your room if I’m dead!”

Chuckling, Draco said, “Very true. Very true. Mmm—oh! Doesn’t your neighbor hate when anyone touches her flowers? I’ll go knock on her door for something, and while I’m doing so, pick a few flowers.”

Harry groaned again. His elderly neighbor was very particular about her garden. Every few days, Harry would see her down on her knees removing weeds, putting in new soil, and whatever else it was that people did when maintaining their plants. Though she didn’t do it for show, Mrs. Steele took as much pride in her garden as if she did, which meant no one was to touch her flowers, especially none of the pesky neighborhood kids.

Draco swung himself out of the hammock and walked over to the volleyball resting up against the fence where it rolled after their last game. He popped it up in the air once, twice, and then over the fence on the third hit. He turned his wicked grin to Harry and said, “Oops,” with a shrug. “Guess we better go get that.” He headed for the gate.

Slinking out of the hammock, Harry slid on his sandals and jogged to catch up with his friend.

They stopped at the edge of her front yard, Harry surveying his options. He never really thought about the time and work Mrs. Steele put into her garden, but standing there, he could tell the older woman tended it with care. There were dozens of daffodils and white lilies, tulips in various shades and red roses in bloom, something that looked like lavender or bluebells, and what he thought were hydrangeas spanning the front of his neighbor’s house.

The dare had been for him to pick a few flowers, but that didn’t mean he had to get caught.

Draco bumped Harry with his elbow and started across the yard.

Harry crouched and stayed low, practically on his hands and knees, moving quickly toward a bush on the far side of Mrs. Steele’s home, one she could only see if she stepped out her door and onto her front stoop.

He heard Draco knock and started working on one of the rose bushes, trying not to prick his finger on a thorn.

“Hi, Mrs. Steele!” Draco said, speaking in a fake, chipper tone he reserved for old people and when he wanted people to go away. “So sorry to bother you, but Harry and I were passing the volleyball back and forth, and we accidentally knocked it into your backyard. I was just wondering if I could go back and get it?”

Harry moved the bush side to side, looking for a flower that wouldn’t noticeably be missed.

“Oh, sure, that’s alright! I thought I told Harry that he could go into the backyard any time he needed as long as I was home, or maybe I just thought I did.”

“Since it was just me, I thought I’d knock and ask first!” His tone was still way too cheery.

Harry had just closed his fingers around a long-stemmed red rose when he heard, “Where is your—Harry Potter, what are you doing?”

His head popped up just as he snapped the rose stem. Draco was trying his best to hide a smirk. Mrs. Steele’s hand had gone to her hips.

With wide eyes, Harry grasped for words, wondering what he could say to explain the situation away without referring back to the dare. When no words came to mind, he bolted, hating the sound of his flip-flops smacking behind him, not stopping until he reached his room. He didn’t want Mrs. Steele to poke her head out the back door and yell at him over the fence.

A few minutes passed before Draco came sauntering in, flopping down on the bed beside him. His tank rolled up, revealing a small strip of tanned skin just above the waistband of his shorts.

“Mrs. Steele said she didn’t know why you didn’t just ask for a rose and told me to tell you that, as long as it doesn’t happen again, she won’t have to talk to Sirius.”

Harry rolled his eyes and shoved the flower at Draco.

“Here! In case she changes her mind, I’d rather not have the evidence on me.”

Draco brought the rose to his nose and inhaled deeply. Fluttering his eyelashes, he said in a dramatic Cockney accent, “Aww, mate, you shouldn’t’ve!”

Rolling his eyes again, Harry said, “Back to you. For your next dare, you’re gonna call the closest carpet cleaning place and ask them how to get blood out of carpet.”

“Pssh!” Draco threw his hand. “Easy. Peasy.”

They rearranged themselves so they were sitting criss-cross across from each other on his bed, knees bumping. Draco pushed a few buttons on his cell and then laid it face up on the sheets between them. The call rang three times before a male voice answered. “Thanks for calling Carpet Fresh Carpet Cleaners. My name is Marc. How can I help you today?”

“Hi, Marc,” Draco said, continuing in the Cockney accent. “I was wonderin’ if you could tell me how to get a blood stain out of a bright rug?”

There was a slight pause before he answered. “How long has the blood been there?”

“Uhh, maybe fifteen minutes.”

“Is this a prank call?” he asked. The jovial tone he’d had when he answered the phone had completely disappeared.

“No, I swear. I tried lookin’ on the web, but there’s just too much info to look through, and I need to get this mess cleaned up before me mum gets home or there’ll be more blood spilled!”

He sighed and said, “How much blood?”

Draco picked up his phone, slid off the bed, and walked to the far side of the room. “Umm, not that much? Like, bigger than a quid but smaller than a fizzy. I don’t know if it helps, and I also don’t know what his problem was today, but me bro just wouldn’t leave me alone. Started in on me as soon as I got up this mornin’. Naggin’ me, hittin’ me, pullin’ my hair. I told him if he didn’t stop, we were gonna fight. He seemed to take that as a challenge and started comin’ at me, so I pulled a knife to try and scare him backwards but he kept comin’ so I cut him.”

Harry slapped his hand over his mouth to try and hold in his laughter.

“This is absolutely a joke. I’m hanging up now.”

“Marc! Marc! It’s not! Look, I’ll put him on the phone.”

He walked back over to Harry who said, “Get away from me, you psycho!”

Draco grinned at him so wide it seemed like his smile was threatening to overtake his face. “I’m not tryna fight with you no more! Ya know we gotta get this mess cleaned up before momma comes home or she’ll skin both our hides! Tell the nice carpet man what happened!”

Harry took the phone from him. “What happened is that my brother is a psychopath! He cut me with an actual knife, and I don’t feel safe—”

“Okay! Okay! Enough of that!” Draco took the phone back. “See, Marc—”

“No. Look, I don’t know if you’re joking or not. I seriously hope you are, and if you’re not, this is not my problem anymore. You can find the information you’re looking for at goodhousekeeping.com. Best of luck to you and your brother. Have a good rest of your day.”

The phone hung up, and they immediately burst out laughing.

Draco wiggled his eyebrows at him. “Like, I said: easy peasy! And now, we are back to you. For ‘r’ you need to follow me to the kitchen.”

The Cheshire grin that slowly unfurled across Draco’s face had Harry shaking his head, but he padded along behind him into the kitchen, terrified of what crazy new thing his best friend had come up with.

Draco scooped up the only pair of car keys sitting on the counter and nodded. “We’re gonna steal—or rob—Sirius’s car!”

Harry put his head in his hands and said, “Why do you wanna see me dead?! What did I ever do to you?! I’ve been a good friend, haven’t I?”

“He’ll never know!” Draco said, not answering any of Harry’s questions. “He has the same schedule every weekday. From 3-5, he is holed up in his office on a daily conference call. It’s”—he looked over at the clock on the stove—“3:24. We have plenty of time to run and get some ice cream and come back without him ever knowing we left!”

Harry continued to shake his head. “I don’t have my license. You don’t have your license!”

“But you do have your permit.”

“Which requires an adult in the car! Neither of which we are!”

“Sooo”—Draco dropped the keys back on the counter—“I guess that means you’re forfeiting, right? Cleaning my room for a month? We can start today, if you’d like!”

“No! Absolutely not!”

“We’re getting ice cream, then?”

Harry sighed, dropping his head and his shoulders, knowing if he got caught, his punishment would be far worse than having to clean Draco’s room, but he needed to complete this task so they could move on to ‘k’. ‘K’ was the whole reason he’d suggested they play this crazy game in the first place. “Yeah, we’re getting ice cream.”

“Yesss!” Draco fist pumped the air, doing a little wiggle dance in victory. “I’ve been dying for an Oreo shake!”

Before he could let his better judgment get the best of him, he swiped the keys and said, “Let’s go.”

Normally his godfather would remote start his car to let the interior cool down before getting in, but Harry wasn’t going to do anything he didn’t absolutely have to. Only once they were in the car with their seat belts buckled did he start the car. His eyes were on the window of the third bedroom that served as Sirius’s office hoping his godfather was deep in conversation and didn’t hear the engine start, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see Draco bouncing in the seat beside his with excitement.

“This is so epic! I can’t wait to tell Teo and Mari we stole your godfather’s car!”

“Uh huh.” his eyes were still glued to the window.

“Harry.” Draco gently touched his arm. “We are in the clear! Let’s go! The sooner we leave, the sooner we get back.”

He knew he was right, but that didn’t make him any less nervous that today would be the day Sirius strayed from his routine.

With a deep breath, he checked his mirrors and shifted the car into reverse, thinking ‘K’ will be so worth it.

The closest creamery was about seven minutes from his house, a straight shot up the road. Since he’d gotten his permit, he’d driven by it countless times (always with Sirius in the car) on their way to the grocer or on the way back from an appointment or any other time his godfather let him practice. He knew the mechanics—don’t drive with both feet; two hands on the wheel at all times, preferably at ten and two; check his mirrors every three to five seconds; use the blinkers when turning and merging.

Sirius said he was more than ready to take his driver’s test, and honestly, he felt comfortable behind the wheel. Even though he was following every rule of the road and going under the speed limit, it was the idea that he might get caught—either pulled over or Sirius would find them gone—that had him nervous.

Almost as if he could read his mind, Draco reached over and laid a hand on Harry’s knee. “Relax! You’re doing great, and we’ll make this quick . . . ish.”

The red and white sign became visible as he passed through a green light. “We’re going through the drive-thru and then heading back to my house!”

There was a gentle pressure on his knee. “We can’t exactly take the evidence back to your house. If Sirius comes downstairs, he’s gonna wanna know how we got them so quickly.”

If he hadn’t been driving, Harry would have dropped his head against the steering wheel. Instead, he just groaned because he knew Draco was right, again.

“What’s the point in stealing a car, if we’re only gonna keep it for twenty minutes?! Look, we’ll get our milkshakes, sit there and drink them, and then go home. And I’ll make the next dare super, super easy to make up for all the anxiety I’ve cost you today.”

Harry flipped on his right blinker and rolled his eyes, gently laying on the brakes before he turned into the parking lot. For a Thursday afternoon in mid-August, the parking lot was as full as he expected it to be—which was not full at all—but he still circled around the lot until he found a row of empty spots and carefully pulled in.

He shifted the car into park. Draco pulled his hand back to unbuckle his seatbelt. Harry hoped the disappointment didn’t show on his face.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Harry said, “Please don’t make me answer that.”

Draco snorted. “Since you risked life and limb to get us here, milkshake is on me.”

They ordered their drinks and waited for them to be brought out before moving over to sit on the tabletop of one of the plastic-covered picnic tables, trying to find what little shade the awning offered. The table was big enough for them to sit comfortably, uncrowded, but Draco’s body was pressed into his side. His long legs were warm and soft, his shoulders knobby but strong. Their pinkies brushed gently up against each other, and Harry was thankful for the chill of his drink keeping him cool.

He felt rather than saw Draco turn his head. When he said, “It’s your turn,” he felt Draco’s breath against his neck and shivered.

This was the reason he’d started the game in the first place, the moment these dares had been leading up to. As soon as he said the words, there’d be no going back.

It could all go to shit. Draco could recoil and never talk to him again. Or it could be magical and wonderful and the best thing that ever happened. Either way, he’d finally know.

Setting his milkshake aside, Harry turned, looked his best friend directly in the eyes, and said, “Kiss me.”

Draco cocked an eyebrow at him, an audacious smile dancing across his lips. He set his milkshake behind him and turned, scooting impossibly closer and slotting their knees together. He pushed a few loose curls behind Harry’s ear, cupping his cheek tenderly.

Harry didn’t know where to look, between Draco’s half-lidded eyes or his roguish mouth that drew nearer and nearer to his own, and when their lips finally met, it was hesitant and so incredibly soft, like they were testing the waters. Deciding the temperature was fine, they dove in, all reservations left behind.

Draco’s tongue danced across his lips, begging for entrance, and when Harry let him in, he moaned; the taste was so sweet.

Draco’s lips were wild and ravenous against his. His hand found its way into Harry’s hair, holding his head in place while his mouth ravished his, kissing him like he simply couldn’t get enough. It was exciting and exhilarating, and he wasn’t totally sure where to put his hands and his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. This kiss was everything he’d imagined it could be and more, which was why a small piece of him died when he pulled his lips away to catch his breath.

Harry rested his forehead against Draco’s, whose thumb gently caressed his cheek and whose heavy breathing matched his. It took him a few tries before he was able to say, “That was—”

“Yeah.”

“Was that—”

Without finishing the question, Draco shook his head. “No.” He pulled back so he could see Harry’s eyes but left his hand in place. “No, I didn’t just kiss you because of the dare. I’ve been wanting to do so for a long, long time. And it seems like maybe you have too?”

Harry laced their fingers together and said, “I’ve liked you for, like, ever. Practically since the day we met.”

“I feel so dumb.” Draco leaned his forehead against Harry’s again. “All this time we’ve spent pining over each other, and we coulda just been snogging!”

Harry placed a finger under Draco’s chin, tipping his friend’s—hopefully, boyfriend’s—face up and dropped a sweet kiss on his lips. “Guess we’ve got some catching up to do.”

AUGUST MASTERPOST

#august 2022 #august writing prompts #(not going so great)#(hard to find the time right now)#harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #hp fanfic #hp fic #word prompt: sparkle #this is long af

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