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niki-phoria · 1 year

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hi idk if youre still taking requests but how do we feel about spending an allnighter with niki? i feel it would be sm fun so if you get time and inspiration could you write something with this idea? also could i be anon 🦆, really love your work

he's so <333 i love him sm

pairing: niki x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 1.0k

includes: niki surprising reader from tour, pizza isn't really takeout but whatever, the timeskips are a little weird, cuddly niki, idk if clay masks actually work like that but just go with it lmao

a/n: my first anon omg i'm so excited thank you so much for requesting !! this idea is so cute <33 i hope you like it :))

additional note: i schedule fics to come out daily so i'm writing stuff that's scheduled for like over a week away i promise i don't mean to take so long to post requests

requests open !! read my rules first

a short knock at your front door catches your attention from your incomplete essay. you let out a small annoyed sigh as you pull yourself away from your computer, opening the door just enough to see who's bothering you so late at night.

niki stands on the other side holding a small bouquet of flowers. you gasp, throwing the door open. “surprise,” he smiles. you’re quick to throw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug as you tug him backwards into your apartment.

niki laughs as he sets the flowers on a nearby counter before he snakes his arms around your waist. you bury your head into his neck to fully take everything in. after months apart while niki was on tour you relish in the feeling of wrapping your arms around him.

“i missed you.” the words are muffled against niki’s hoodie as you pull him even closer.

“i missed you too, baby,” he whispers. you blink back tears from your eyes as you pull back just long enough to press your lips against his in a sweet kiss. niki brings a hand up to cup your cheek, wiping away a stray tear as he leans down to press another peck against your lips. “come on. we can order food and cuddle.”

your smile matches his as you nod, eagerly pulling him along to sit down on your couch. “order something good. i’ll pick the movie. i have an idea.”

niki pulls out his phone to scroll through a few apps in search of takeout. he can hear you rummaging through a cabinet somewhere before you return with your arms full of a variety of skincare products and a few blankets.

you drape one of the blankets over his shoulders before throwing one over your legs as you make yourself comfortable in the space next to him. “pizza?”

“sure.” you reach forwards to grab the tv remote, cueing up a random slasher you’ve seen a few times over. it’s one in a series of movies - enough to keep you occupied for most of the night while you catch up with your boyfriend.

niki holds his phone up to his ear, making an order for a few boxes of pizza before wrapping an arm around your waist as you nuzzle against his chest. he sets his phone down on the coffee table once he finishes placing the order. “we’re watching scream?” he reads, tugging you closer. “again?”

“it’s a good movie,” you shrug. niki leans down to press a quick kiss against your forehead as you press play. he tugs the blanket up over your shoulder as the movie begins.

you’re about halfway through the movie when there’s another knock at your door. niki coaxes you off of his body as he pulls out a few bills of cash to hand to the delivery man, taking the boxes from him in return. “thank you!” he calls as he closes the door.

he sets the boxes down on your coffee table before making himself comfortable next to you again. it tastes good in your mouth as you share the meal together in a comfortable silence.

the first scream movie has finished playing by the time you finish eating. scream two cues up as you stand to wash the grease off of your hands before returning to the couch, now sitting across from niki. you brush his bangs out of his face before slipping a headband onto his head to keep the hair back.

“you have to do this with me,” niki murmurs, grabbing the second headband you brought to push your own hair back. he closes his eyes as you reach forwards to gently massage the cool clay mask against his skin. his eyes flutter open once you finish, staring into your own for a second before he takes the jar from you.

despite expecting the cold feeling of the mask, you still flinch a little when it touches your skin. niki’s hand are gentle and slow as he paints it across your skin as if he’s scared you’ll break if he touches you too roughly.

the sound of niki screwing the lid back onto the jar is your cue that he’s finished. you open your eyes once again, smiling a little at him. he tilts your chin up to quickly lean forwards to press a small peck against your lips.

you aren’t given time to complain before he opens his arms, coaxing you to lay back against his chest. you take the opportunity as soon as it arrives. niki feels warm as you cuddle against him. he rubs a hand against your back as you reach forwards to set a timer on your phone before refocusing your attention on the movie still playing in front of you.

twenty minutes pass by quicker than you expected. “can i talk now?” niki whispers. you chuckle, nodding as you shift upwards to help him. he closes his eyes as you peel the now-solidified mask off of his face before repeating the process with you.

niki brushes his fingers against your cheek, studying your features. “your skin is so smooth.” he runs his index finger along your jawline before tugging you closer into another sweet kiss. you let yourself get lost in his touch. each brush of his hands against your own feels like it’s setting the skin on fire in their trace.

you only dare to pull away once the need for air becomes suffocating. niki’s face is slightly flushed a light pink. you smile brightly at him, losing time in the deep brown of his eyes.

you shift to lean back against niki’s chest so your head is positioned over his heartbeat. “i love you,” you whisper. you can feel his heartbeat speed up, making your lips quirk upwards in a small smile.

despite having been friends for years before you officially began going out and spending so much time together as a couple, you still manage to make him nervous. “i love you too.” niki’s voice is quieter than your own. it’s rare that you say those words aloud. you cherish the memory, listening as his heart slowly relaxes once again. your lips quirk upwards into a small smile as you let niki’s heartbeat lull you to sleep.

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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hello! can i please request hcs with quackity about being in a long distance relationship with him?

yes omg!! thanks for the request! ; I tried, I tried not that great

QUACKITY ; long distance relationship

summary ; you and quackity are online daters /j

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 686

y/s/n = your ship name

masterlist

you met at Twitch Rivals

you're both content creators which is obviously how you met

you guys bonded over shared interactions and the games you'd both lost

you got along so great that you exchanged information and decided you should stream together sometime

a couple weeks later you were invited to a jackbox stream with him, fundy, tommy, tubbo, bbh, and niki

shit went crazy

"Y/u/n, is there anything you'd like me to call you before we start? Like nickname or just y/u/n?" Niki asks

You graciously answer her, letting her know your name and proffered pronouns. Tommy makes a little, very lighthearted joke before pointing out someone in chat already making you and Niki and you and Alex ship names.

"Oh God, they've got us" You chuckle. "They're both mine, chat"

"AYO? SINCE WHEN?" Alex shouts

Niki giggles, covering her mouth.

"Since now" You shrug

you decided to try dating during the second north carolina meetup

you both had some fuzzy feelings about each other and mutually agreed on 'well hey, we like each other, why not try it out?'

being near the beach and with all your friends made it like a dream

but after two weeks, you had to go home

but you left your relationship untitled for now

Streaming together continued as per usual. So did long talks and phone calls, and hours spent playing video games (mostly Minecraft) together.

the next trip was to LA to visit Alex this time

you guys had your first kiss on his balcony overlooking the city

the way he giggled after omg

during that trip, you established your relationship and started to go on every day dates and stuff

but then you had to go home again

Honestly, both of you didn't really think about what to do with your relationship once you went home. You were taking it all in while you had it and weren't thinking about the very true reality of it all.

you thought talking was constant? it is now

sometimes both of you will just stay up late and rant about what you like about each other and corny shit

youre the one to softlaunch the relationship to fans

you probably guessed the password to his twitter/instagram and changed his bio to "y/u/n's bf 💯💯"

he didnt even know until people were flooding his dms and people on tik tok were talking about it

hed already said he was okay with telling people as long as you were tho

sends you pictures of flower bouquets once a week with some thought out, very loving paragraph or poem

he constantly complains about not being able to kiss or cuddle you

"y/n/n why are you so far away!?"

"i told you id be able to pay for you to live with me"

"UGHHHHHHHHH"

sends you good morning/goodnight texts and talks about what you'd be doing that day if you were together

cheesy little man

always spamming you w pics of Tiger

will religiously send you memes and blow up your phone if you're busy or ignoring him

yk the relationship is srs when even your qsmp characters are in love

the lore.

half of its heartbreaking angst and the other half is literally your bucket lists/daydreams of the future of your relationship

hes so down bad for you

will do anything to make you smile or make you flustered

will make the most suggestive jokes in front of friends, stay silent for a second or two and yell "im joking, im joking!"

orders you doordash/uber eats when you're doing subathons or generally long streams

will always join through vc/greenscreen when youre doing cooking streams

you'll do greenscreen dates (like the fiances stream) once a month and gossip over takeout LMAO

genuinely asks his fanartists to make ship art of you two because he loves seeing all the ideas and cute shit

they always draw you with one of his beanies or hats on, the occasional necklace

you reblog tumblr y/s/n fanart 24/7/365

karaoke streams are a must

you guys rank those "songs that all white people love" videos and rate the songs

dare or hot wing streams when youre literally anywhere but near each other>>

also playing just dance using vc and stream green screen>>>

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #alex quackity x reader #quackity oneshot #quackityhq x reader #qsmp x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

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haeigoo · 8 months

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Found You (ZCL)

ღ pairing: idol!chenle x fem!reader (ft. jaehyun & jisung)

ღ description: based off a funny chenji incident

ღ word count: 1,562

ღ genre: established relationship, SLIGHT angst & fluff

ღ warnings: kissing, suggestive, swearing

ღ playlist: perfume by nct dojaejung, plot twist by niki, ours by taylor swift & when i met you by apo hiking society

ღ author's note: this is my first official fic that i wrote in years. and its all thanks to my love @lowkeyjaemle for being a huge help in the making of this au, go read her works HERE!

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You have been dating Chenle for seven months now and it is no surprise to you that your anniversary happens to fall on the same day as their third group comeback, ‘ISTJ.’ Both their managers and fans have not been so forgiving of you ever since your relationship came into fruition. Several complaints made their way to the company of Chenle allegedly taking sick days and leaving rehearsals early to be with you. It got worse when stolen photos of the two of you circulated online like wildfire on the day that he chose to ditch schedules. After New Years’ Day, the management released a statement about enforcing restrictions of all artists under the label from engaging with individuals outside professional relationships to avoid further mishaps that may hinder the flow of the business. This gut-wrenching news isolated you both but you knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to join him in the public eye.

When the morning of your anniversary came, you were already used to waking up to cold mornings without Chenle. He trusted you enough to look after Daegal while he is at work but not even her presence could cheer you up. You only got to communicate with him through calls and last night, he had reassured you that his group was finishing up. Chenle was staring close through the screen, grinning while he reiterates how much he misses you. You let out a huge sigh before puckering your lips together to say goodbye as you ended the call.

You got up from the master bed and shimmied yourself up to look nice today. As you were showering, something at the back of your mind was eating out at you – How will this be any different from the last? What if I’m just another lost cause?

When you reached over to your closet, you saw the lustrous baby blue Sunday dress that you have been saving up to wear for weeks as it paired neatly with your black combat boots and faux leather handbag that Chenle got you last Christmas. You rushed downstairs to leave the house when suddenly your phone vibrated. It was a text from Chenle, he will unfortunately be working late tonight to make adjustments for the shoot. For a moment, you stood there frozen and stiff as your face dropped and your left hand made a fist. This always happens, you told yourself.

You caught yourself falling into the depths of despair since today was clearly a special occasion. You immediately locked the door behind you and walked outside with a stain in your heart. The cool breeze brushed through the locks of your hair, in the hopes of soothing your troubled soul when you spotted a perfume shop just around the corner. You were greeted by a variety of scents as you gracefully walked through the door of this well-lit establishment. After countless browsing, a Myrrh & Tonka cologne from Jo Malone caught your eye and took a few puffs from the sample available.

You were not notorious for using fragrances and Chenle knew that best. But the thought of wrapping yourself in a fresh bouquet of aromas unfamiliar to Chenle would surely have him by surprise. You picked up a piece and headed towards the cashier whose smile was glistening through the room.

“You find everything to your liking?” Jaehyun asked softly.

“Yup!” You nodded.

“You know, a whiff of this sensational notes of almond and vanilla will have anyone under your spell. May I ask, who’s the lucky man?”

“Zhong Chenle. You couldn’t miss even if you tried, Jaehyun.”

“Right. Well, tell him I said hi!” He chuckled as you bid you farewell.

You left the store feeling accomplished when you gazed upon the vast, hazy sky around you and knew by then, it was already sundown. You had called a taxi and dashed through the car door to hopefully catch Chenle still at the building. The driver had dropped you off just outside when you felt a shiver down your spine.

You took a deep breath as you stepped through the main entrance when your phone started buzzing, an incoming call from Chenle. You shook off your nerves and ignored the needy hollers of your boyfriend. You exited from the elevator and sprinted towards the practice room to find the lawless space empty with plastic bottles and chips scattered messily around the floor. After some time passed, you caught a glimpse of his tumbler across from you and that was the information you needed.

You went to check on the bathroom only to see from your peripheral, a drowsy Chenle with his head buried in his knees. You crouched down as you elevated his face to meet yours when you realized how droopy his eyes were from today’s schedule.

“I’m here, baby.” You exclaimed as you rubbed sweat off his forehead.

“(Y/N)? I’ve been worried sick. You didn’t answer me all day! What’s going with you?” Chenle blurted out.

“Chenle, this whole fiasco got to me! Being away from you was torture itself. So, I came by to surprise you.”

“Baby, having you in my life was the biggest plot twist I could ever ask for. I would replay the very first moment my heart belonged to you.”

“Have you been drinking? I’ve never heard those words before especially coming from you. Well, you better get up before anyone sees you like this!”

When you tapped his shoulders signaling him to stand up, he swiftly grabbed your wrist in lightning speed and dragged you to one of the stalls. Chenle abruptly shuts the door behind him which made a loud thud as he is brimming with excitement. He sits on the toilet seat and spreads his legs like a king on the throne while checking you from top to bottom. Clicking his tongue and smacking his thigh, encouraging you to delicately plop yourself onto him. Chenle had that smug expression wearing nothing but his black sweatpants, GSW T-shirt and white rubber shoes.

“Chenle, you’ll get your ass beat if your manager storms in on us!” You said incredulously.

“Baby girl, they’re never gonna find out because I know how to shut that beautiful mouth of yours.” Chenle remarked confidently with a smirk.

“This is serious, dude. I’m not taking my clothes off, you maniac!”

“Ugh, you’re no fun. Just sit on my lap. I need you close, baby.”

You diligently abide by his request and the next thing you know, Chenle’s hands are in between your thighs which makes you quiver. You promptly frowned at him, refusing to let him near you when all of a sudden, he took one hand away to cup your cheeks and pulled you in a deep, passionate yet sloppy kiss. The hand then travelled down your neck where he tightens his grip, making you scoff out a little cough. The moment you parted with his lips to catch your breath you throw your head back as you were holding onto his shoulders for support when he took notice of your scent.

“Baby, you smell so fucking good. What’d you put on?”

“Jo Malone perfume I bought from Jaehyun. I’ll explain later. You’ve a lot of catching up to do, mister.”

“Whatever you say, princess.” Chenle uttered under his breath as he flashed his signature crescent moon smile.

The further your bodies were intertwined, the more he got captivated by your scent. You completely lost yourself under your boyfriend’s touch when you hear footsteps outside the stall. Stomping loudly towards your direction, your eyes widen and hid your face onto his chest. When you hear the twist of the knob turn, you had already hoped it was his manager to usher you out of this hellhole. Instead, you glanced up to see a tall man hovering the both of you with a confused look plastered on his face. It was Park Jisung, all dressed in black ever so handsomely.

“Sorry, I didn’t know this was occupied. Hi (Y/N)! It’s been so long.” Jisung said as he scratches the back of his scalp.

“Hey, it was a surprise for this guy!” You stated as you tilt your head.

“Excuse me! Jisung, do you mind?” Chenle vocalized, motioning his hands together in a brisk fashion because he was already vexed at his best friend for walking in on you two.

“Yeah, I’m leaving. Bye (Y/N), it was really nice seeing you again!” Jisung responded with a playful wink as he closed the door.

You could sense Chenle fuming behind you, arguably pissed off from Jisung’s remark as you played along. Chenle’s cheeks had never gotten this red before, you could spot his furrowed brows and face flushed when you turned around to see him pouting his lips. This was one of the few times you ever saw your boyfriend sulky and admittedly enough, you found it cute.

“Aww, why the long face?” You said teasingly, pinching his plum cheeks.

“Because you seem to like Jisung more than me.” Chenle muttered defeatedly, shifting his gaze and not meeting yours.

“When we locked eyes for the first time, my heart knew what I needed and it was you. In a million timelines, I’d choose you. Chenle, you’re my north star.” You lovingly affirmed his tense face as you leaned closer and planted one last kiss.

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im-yn-suckers · 8 months

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as time passed

as time passed you stared out the window of your class waiting for afterschool study hall to begin. taking one last glance at the door, you notice niki didnt leave as usual. usually it would just be you, today was different.

maybe niki was failing and needed to do extra work to get his grades up. maybe he wanted quiet time after school. maybe he wanted an escape from reality. reality, what is that. reality is realizing that youve been staring at him for a good minute.

he smiled at you, a hint of pink flushed his face. not as much as yours though. your cheeks were a crimson red and you quickly faced the window again. you heard a soft chuckle leave his oh so pretty lips.

as time passed he sat next to you and grabbed one or your earbuds and put in his ear. noticing your pink ears and face, he smiled at the way he could make you so easily flustered.

he even started talking to you during classes, sitting next you and pulling your seat closer to his. he eats what you dont from your lunch so much that you start to pack extra for him. his friends would invite him to sit at their table, but he'd much rather sit with you.

it wasnt until one lunch period that he saw you sip your water in such a beautiful way. the way a single droplet of water slipped down your lips. the way he wanted to kiss it off so bad

as time passed you sat with niki and his friends. they saw his actions. the actions that were blurring the line between friends and more. that line was blurred, pixelated even. why? because of niki.

hed often wrap his arm around your shoulder. hed come over your house and hed lay his head on your stomach. hed do everything a boyfriend would do, except kissing.

he obviously knew that hugs that last over a minute were not platonic. one day, he woke up with a text from you saying you forgot to pack him his extra lunch but he could eat yours. his heart swelled at the fat that youd let him eat your lunch.

as time passed hed feel a swarm if butterflies everytime youd hug him, or even walk by him. the small bouquet consisting of three small dahlias and a few little patches of babys breath in his hands wanting to blow away with the wind.

the words slipping out of his mouth almost came out like a word scramble. your arms wrapped round his neck and his nose fell into your neck. he leaned down and your whole foot was on the ground, not just the tips of your toes. you pulled back and pressed your lips to his.

his friends watching by the door of the study hall classroom. clapping and hooting in amusement. walking you home that day was especially calm. no unwanted feeling in the bottom of either of your chests.

as time passes he kisses you before every class. whether you like it or not. hed sit with you everyday and play with your fingers so much that it got to the point of your teacher noticing and telling him the board is in the front of the class, not your face.

his hand is always touching you, on your thigh, linked with your hand, in your hair, as long as he has his hands, theyre touching you. outside of school, oh god. hes worse. hes at your house or your at his. the entire time hes on top of you, under you, next to you, or across from you.

hed eventually call your name just to kiss you or cling to you more. hed show you off by calling you names like 'angel', 'pretty' 'my pretty', 'my girl' 'my pretty girl' 'princess' and simpler names like 'baby' 'babe' and 'honey.

moral of the story, as time passes he loves you more and more

#im-yn-suckers #mia !!#enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #enhypen niki #niki fanfic #niki x reader #enha niki #nishimura niki x reader #niki ff #nishimura riki #niki imagines #niki scenarios #niki blurbs #niki fluff #niki x y/n #niki x you #nishimura niki

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to-my-luna · 3 months

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a playlist with what scene i thought of in each song.

wherever u r - umi, v

slow mornings. hiding under sheets. walking in our garden. basking in sunlight. sharing coffee. see-you-later kisses before work. i-missed-you kisses after work. cooking dinner together. holding each other before falling asleep.

it's you - max, keshi

good morning kisses. sleeping in. going out to visit our favorite cafe. buying each other flowers. a picnic. cool breeze. eating sweets in the afternoon. golden hour. painting the sky and the clouds at sunset.

love. - wave to earth

long cold days apart. video calls every free time. wearing each other's hoodies. watching anime and movies together through gmeet. sleepy i love yous. hugging stuff toys to sleep. looking forward to being together again.

ligaya - mrld

stay at home dates. baking cookies. whipped cream at each other's faces. kissing on the kitchen countertop. building a fort in the living room. cuddling while watching tv.

you'll be safe here - adie

waking up after a nightmare. one waking up to the other sniffling. tight hugs. forehead kisses. gentle caresses. talking under the moonlight. quiet i love yous. humming a lullaby. falling asleep in each other's arms.

off my face - justin bieber

reading books together. stealing glances at each other. discarding them anyways to kiss and kiss and kiss. listening to music while napping on the couch. one waking up first and staring at the other, admiring.

urs - john-robert

coming home to find petals scattered on the floor. dim lighting. a table with candles lit and our favorite meals. early evening with indigo skies and city lights. cold wind. warm lips.

bloom - the paper kites

weekends and early mornings. birds chirping. sun peeking through curtains. pancakes for breakfast. watering plants. soaking in the warmth of sun and coolness of the air. sketching. painting. writing.

everlasting summer - seycara orchestral, hikaru station

a hot morning. popsicles. colorful wind chimes. taking a bite from the other's ice cream. sharing a milkshake. watering plants turns to water fights. sprinklers. hose. water balloons. laying down on the grass in the afternoon.

my love mine all mine - mitski

winding down in the evening. white bath robes and wine. facials. masks. bubble baths together. slow dancing under dim lights. midnight snacks. matching silk pajamas. cuddling in bed.

you'll be in my heart - niki

a week before parting. staying in all day. cooking. taking polaroid pictures. playing guitar and singing together. making bracelets. late night talks. breakdowns. promises. "i'll be back before you know it."

v - razz t, thomas rydell

seeing each other again. tight and long hugs. out all day eating everywhere and talking about anything under the sun. feeding each other. updating each other about everything they missed. holding hands and reassuring squeezes.

afterglow - leila milki

slow and intimate moments. undressing each other, taking our time. feather kisses. soft touches. quiet moans. silk sheets. pink cheeks. rose-colored marks. making love.

love wins all - IU

a bouquet. walking down the aisle. two long white wedding dresses. veils. exchanging vows. two rings.

easily - bruno major

honeymoon. drinking wine. house by the beach. night swimming. coconut trees. cocktails. drinking together and getting drunk. laughing, dancing, singing at the top of our lungs. messy makeouts.

naturally - sydney maxine

cold, strong winds blowing our hair everywhere. the beach at night. a bonfire. walking by the shore, hand in hand. hanging out watching the waves. sharing a tent. stargazing.

tingin - cup of joe, janine

spring in japan. strolls in the park. long coats and foggy air from our mouths. hot chocolate and coffee. taking the train. sharing earphones. eating local snacks from stalls. vintage cameras. cherry blossoms.

it could only be us - beyond the sun

roadtrips. singing with the speakers blasting. sun in our veins. shades, shorts, summer outfits. floaties. mango shakes. playing in swimming pools and splashing water at each other. funny inflatables.

nahuhulog na sa'yo - noah alejandre

getting ready for date nights. doing each other's makeup. going out later than planned because we looked too good, iykyk. arcades. window shopping. just walking, letting our feet take us wherever. ramen for dinner.

every summertime - niki

getting our own place. moving in. working. grinding. saving up to open a bakery, cafe, bookstore, flowershop, or whatever we want. vacations and trips. pets. our dream life

#banner from @cafekitsune #💌#to my luna #to my love #happy motmot!#didnt plan it to be this long but oh well teehee

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transphilza · 2 years

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cWilbur headcanons? this is definitely a bit of a long winded one, but they all kind of tie into the theme of "Wilbur likes flowers".

Phil got him into gardening when he was young. Wilbur enjoyed the process of making his own vegetables, of cooking soup with his father and relishing in the pride that they made something beautiful. This also tied into his history with Techno, often recounting legends linked to the craft during the long summer afternoons as Wilbur trailed behind him with stars in his eyes, even if this was the 15th time he'd heard the stories, even if he accidentally spilled vegetables out of the basket he was carrying because he was paying more attention to Techno's prose than his own dexterity.

He loved the wildflowers he would find in the fields in harvest, making wishes on every dandelion found, but his favorites were the buttercups. They were the first flowers he'd ever made an effort to collect, and the first seeds he had managed to plant. He would ask questions about the blooms, to which Phil would give the best answers he could. Techno would light-heartedly dare him to eat the blooms, to which Phil would then have to pull the blooms out of the child's mouth as Techno laughed, not expecting him to take the challenge so readily. Phil would laugh too, out of disbelief more than anything, but he kept more of an eye on the blooms Wilbur picked from then on.

The years pass and summers come and go. Phil plants vegetables. Techno helps with the harvest. Wilbur helps keep the fields clean and eventually grows his own garden. As the years pass, Wilbur finds himself growing more versed in the meanings behind certain blooms as well, often making bouquets out of metaphorical proses when he could. This is what brings him to meeting Sally, unaware that the flowers he'd been growing had now reached the outskirts of the body of water she resided in; he's almost worried he broke her privacy before she admits in awe that she'd never seen the sort of flowers he grew before. This grows to them talking more and more, until he finally, hands shaking, gives her a bouquet he'd been working on longer than she could imagine. It's the first time she kisses him.

The tradition of gardening passes down throughout his family; first to his son--his little champion, his Fundy--who would help with the flowers, and eventually to Tommy and Tubbo, who would oft sing to the vegetables and wheat. It's Tommy's song that sparks what would bloom into a symphony: the beginning of L'Manburg.

He grows less flowers than he'd like to once he becomes the President. He doesn't have the time for it, he already has so much... but the habit doesn't leave the other residents of L'Manburg. Niki surprises him with her own homemade bread and daisies one morning, and he doesn't know how he manages to keep from crying as he hugs her. (She will keep growing flowers, even as the years pass and she moves from place to place, but none of them will look the same as they did in L'Manburg, in her eyes.)

There is one flower in Pogtopia, despite everything. A poppy, bloomed in the cracks of a place just barely touched by the sun. He can't bring himself away from it in the beginning; it makes him think of life always returning, even despite the end. It is quickly forgotten as the autumn passes, as the worst of it finally comes.

(He doesn't know if he wants flowers on his grave. He had always loved them, but he doesn't know if he'd deserve them. He doesn't know what people would write with them.)

(He doesn't know if he finds it better or worse that he never got a grave to begin with.)

(Before he comes back, however, Phil notices something in the caves overlooking where L'Manburg once stood. Buttercups bloom in the small patches of dirt. The sight makes him weep when he recognizes them.)

(One of the first things Wilbur sees when he visits Phil again is a bundle of wildflowers the latter had been collecting. It's not long after that Wilbur's speechless silence is interrupted by his father's embrace.)

Wilbur picks up the habit of gardening again, after everything. It's the peace he's finally managed to convince himself of feeling. He missed the grass beneath him, he missed the earth that clung to the soles of his shoes, but he missed the life of it all. He had been scared to admit it when he returned, and he had felt the fear again only months prior...

But today he is beaming, grass beneath his palms and daisies in his hair. The field is full of tulips and sunflowers. His garden is blooming into something beautiful, and, in a way, so is he. He is, well and truly, alive.

i cant even add anything to this it’s already perfect. nonnie this is so beautiful i love it

#this is also compliant with my hc that cphil gardens 😭😭 YOU ARE PANDERING!!! /j /lh #why are my anons the most talented people ever THIS IS SO WELL WRITTEN U HAVE GOT TO POST IT URSELF NONNIE. U DESERVE THE CLOUT /lh #talking #anon #long post #<333 i loveeeee #c!wilbur hcs

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painless-innit-colourful · 3 years

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Not Romantic, I Swear

Recently, someone asked Tommy on an alt stream if he was okay with aromantic headcanons of his characters, and he said yes. That was pretty cool, since I was already most of the way through this fic. I present The c!Tommy aro fic, or; TommyInnit doesn’t get romance, but at least he’s got Tubbo. Or so he thought. (TW for a lot of internalised arophobia.)

TommyInnit just doesn’t get it.

‘Don’t worry,’ they’d always say. ‘When you’re a bit older, when the hormones start kicking in, that’s when you’ll understand.’ Okay, so he’s too much of a kid to get it. Where has he heard that before. He’d shrug and continue with his chaos, secure in the knowledge that one day, the whole world would make sense.

Well, he’s sixteen, the hormones have certainly had their opportunity, and nope! He still doesn’t get it.

What the f’ck is romance?

It doesn’t exactly weigh on his mind, but there are peaceful days like this when it whirls around in his thoughts and won’t leave him alone. He watches couples walk the streets of their great nation, marvelling at wildflowers growing in the sunny spots between the redwood trees, and knows he’s not like them. They laugh at each other’s stupid jokes, they hold hands constantly, they pick delicate flowers for each other, and they are in love. Tommy tried those things once or twice, in an attempt to trick his dumb heart into feeling something, by presenting Tubbo - who else - with a little bouquet, and laughing extra hard at his jokes, and holding his hand (something not unusual for them) as they hung out. Tubbo seemed charmed and smiled wider; that’s beside the point. The point is: Tommy felt nothing. Nothing new, at least. He loves his best friend, and by his side, he feels warmer than a sunny August day.

But there’s no great fluttering in his chest, no earth-shattering revelation about one’s existence: it’s just… missing. Okay, so maybe he’s the wrong person. Maybe he’s just not attracted to men, and while it’s uncommon to be straight, it does happen. So he tries it with a girl… Yeah... No. Not only is that also a monumental failure in the feelings department, but he also earns a trip into the L’ake for his troubles. Note to self: work on flirting etiquette.

After getting thoroughly laughed at - thanks Jack - he finds himself sitting outside the Camarvan, letting his coat and boots dry on the side of the van while he sits and smoulders in his soggy clothing. “Heard you went for a swim, Big Man.” Tommy startles violently as Tubbo suddenly ‘rounds the van to sit swiftly beside him. “F’ck off.” He says with no venom. “Hold these.” Tommy sticks his hands out as Tubbo places a hot dog into each one, then shrugs off his coat and takes one back. “Oh, eat, by the way.” “No way, the Gregs have the place up and running again?” “Uh huh, though our good friend Niki Nihachu brings new competition.” They laugh in tandem. “Any drugs in this one?” Tommy asks. “You wanna look around at the nation you’re in?” “Too shay.”

The comfortable quiet they lapse into as they eat their hto dogs is broken only by something with too many legs crawling up Tubbo’s leg and Tommy frantically batting it away before it can make the jump to his. They end up sharing personal space and also a packet of sherbet, and everything is fine and perfect until yet another happy couple goes walking along the other side of the lake, and Tommy wants to chuck stones at them for reminding him of the sprawling reason why he’s still sopping wet. He refrains.

“Tubbo?” “Yeah?” “You ever fallen in love?” Tubbo blinks, caught off guard by Tommy’s question. “I mean, if we’re talking seriously… Why are you asking?” He leans in close enough that Tommy can smell the onions on his breath, and he ducks away from Tubbo’s growing grin. “Haven’t found the girl, have you?” “Ohhh, no- nononononono-” He says, and then has to repeat as Tubbo keeps getting closer, ‘cause ew, onion breath. “I just-” He repositions Tubbo at a safe distance, and the older boy laughs. “I was wondering, if you- if you got it, y’know?” “Got what?” “Like, the whole- y’know-” He mimes swooning and then fans himself like he’s the protagonist of a romance novel. Tubbo giggles. “I’m so in love I’d die for you! Y’know?” “Okay, yeah, on the same page,” He chuckles. “Uh, so, I guess my answer is no? I’ve had crushes before, but you don’t have to worry about me going all Romeo and Juliet.” “Oh thank Prime.”

“I wonder what it’s like though,” Tommy says once their latest round of giggling has subsided. “The falling-head-over-heels for someone.” He doesn’t mention he doesn’t even know what it’s like to like someone in that way. Let’s not worry anyone. “Well, I mean, the way people talk about other people like they’re their entire world… Maybe? Maybe it’s like that? That just sounds like obsession though.” “You’re my entire world Tubbo.” “That’s not true: you’d go to war for Henry and Harold. And your discs.” Tommy gives him a dry look. Two pieces of old shellac, and the cows at his summer house. Tubbo doesn’t seem to notice him though. “Maybe we should ask someone who knows- Wilbur maybe.”

They lock eyes for a solid ten seconds, expressions falling further into something akin to disgust. “If I ever have to listen to that man talk about Sally again, I’m stabbing several people and then sawing my own ears off.” Tubbo snorts. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad, and he did really love her.” “I think you’re missing the point, that being: are we SURE Sally was an actual person?” Tubbo cracks up, while Tommy maintains his facial expression of desperation. “Like- There’s-” Tubbo’s face threatens to undo him, but no, he’s holding ‘till the end of this dumb charade that comes up at least once a month. “There’s no definitive proof she wasn’t a- wasn’t- STOP I’M SO CLOSE- That she wasn’t a fish-”

Onlookers that day describe the vice president and secretary of state rolling about with laughter, but I suppose you had to be there.

Tommy does ask Wilbur though, on one different quiet evening, inside the van and looking out through the windshield at their glorious nation. He’d forgotten about it until then, when he spotted a picture of that briefly joyous family unit on the dashboard, the part of the photo supposedly depicting Fundy’s mother ruined by water damage, the colours bleeding into each other.

“You want to know what it’s like to fall in love?” Wilbur looks down on him through his glasses as he pushes them back up his nose. His reply is indignant, “Are you feeling alright?” “What d’you mean?” That earns him an affectionate ruffle of the hair. “Falling in love… I suppose- Well, it’s personal to everyone, you know?” There’s a twinkle in his eyes as he speaks, and his voice is soft and full of fondness. “For me… It’s inescapable. I knew I loved Sally because I knew I couldn't not love her. I thought about her at all hours of the day: sometimes I still do.” He smiles at Tommy, who holds back a scowl or something equally immature. “Her smile, the sound of her laugh, the way the wind coloured the spaces between her and everything else when she danced. She had a sharp mind and a heart full of so much light and love… Someone like that can put a man six feet under, you know?” “No… I don’t.” Wilbur laughs with a single breath, squeezing Tommy’s shoulder. “One day, Toms, one day you’ll meet the one that knocks you off your feet.” “The one that renders me helpless?” Wilbur sigh-laughs. “Yes.” His gaze goes far away again. “You’ll find the one that renders you helpless, and you’ll wonder how you could ever live without them.”

Tommy puts his arm around Wilbur’s middle and lets his pseudo-brother lean on him as they watch the sky blur the limit between orange and blue. Because he knows. He may not know romantic love, but he understands the loss.

When you get older.

One day you’ll understand.

Tommy grows. What’s the difference between a dandelion and the boy with the blonde hair? Dandelions are great for medicinal purposes. Tommy can’t seem to stop to heal. Yet, somehow, despite the trampling of his leaves and his many uprootings, he is stubbornly unable to be exterminated. He wrestles through the concrete raining down on his head, and he remains, bright and defiant and hard to ignore. The cracks still show, the pieces still come apart sometimes and the colours are muted, but he’s still here. And it’s one more ordinary day in Snowchester that it comes back to him, for the first time in many, many months.

Y’see, he’s been a bit preoccupied lately, what with- Oh what was it… One election, two exiles, at least five wars, approximately four betrayals, two near-funerals, one suicide attempt and a burnt down L’Mantree. But he’s lying on the guest bed in Snowchester, upside-down and hanging over the edge playing a copy of Pokemon Sword that he found buried in his enderchest, when he happens to glance up, through the door to the kitchen. Tubbo and Ranboo are standing at the stove - one of them is cooking, and the other is reaching over to cup the other's face in his hands and kiss him as the song playing from the radio on the windowsill calls for it. Tommy wrinkles his nose and goes back to fighting Marnie’s Morpeko, but the thought won’t leave him now. 'At least Tubbo’s like me' was a thought that used to comfort Tommy like a warm blanket wrapped around his shoulders, but it seems everyone’s favourite enderboy messed that up for him too. He snickers to himself as he wins the battle. Ohhh Ranboo.

He assumed it’s another after product of… well, everything. He’s emotionally traumatised (thanks Puffy): he’s been depressed and suicidal and literally dead and he’s anxious and he can’t take too much damage before he freaks out - why not? He survived everything, but when somethings break, they don’t mend like they did before. He never got old enough to know what it’s like to love like an adult. His special someone probably died in a crater.

But then he remembers couples, and he remembers walks at dusk, and laughing much too hard at terrible jokes and holding hands, and sharing sherbet in the sunshine, and giving flowers, and he finds that he’s abandoned his Switch on the bed, and he’s leaning on the doorframe with the drawstrings of his hoodie wrapped around his fingers, watching his friends do this thing they call ‘romantic domesticity’, and watching them with a bittersweet smile, because he knows deep down he’ll never get it, he’ll never have this.

He’s aromantic, isn’t he?

He didn’t want to think about it before. Couldn’t think about it. He’d been researching identities and sexualities on another one of those crazily ordinary nights after he’d had this long conversation with Eret; his interest had been piqued, you could say. He’d torn through wiki pages, video essays and tumblr blogs at 3am, learning rabidly about everything from m-spec sexualities to mogai identities, to polyamory and different extremities of the a-spec. Bits of it flew over his head. He went down several bizarre gender rabbit holes, all of them with pretty flags. And finally, he read up on aromanticism. The words seemed to reach off his phone screen, taking his hand in theirs and saying ‘It’s not just you! We promise it’s okay!’, to which he abruptly shut off his phone, turned over and went to sleep, blaming it all on the sleep deprivation. It stayed with him though, hovering over his shoulder like an unwelcome raincloud, threatening to break and soak him to the skin and even deeper.

Yet it had held off, until now. The rain pattered against the floorboards, running down his cheeks and dripping from his chin. He didn’t get romance. He didn’t feel it. It didn’t work. He felt, oh god did he feel so strongly for others. For Tubbo, for Ranboo and Michael, Wilbur and Techno and Puffy and Henry and L’Manberg and yes, the discs. But. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t the right kind.

With a rhythmic clapping of synthetic drums, the song on the radio changes. Tubbo exclaims: “Tune!” and shuffles his feet around as much as his post at the stove allows. Ranboo rolls his eyes with a laugh, “You say that about every other song.” The song soon becomes recognisable as Whitney Houston’s ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)’, and Tommy can’t tell exactly what it is (the title of the song or the sentiment or the best friend dancing with his husband or the thoughts whirring around in his mind like a hurricane - or a combination of them all) but he needs to get out of this house. Now.

“Tommy, you good?” Ranboo’s voice chases him as he darts through the kitchen to the door. “Yeah, just- Just need some air.” They’re too quiet behind him, much too suspicious, but he hopes the song will keep them occupied. The chilly open air welcomes him outside, and he pulls his hoodie tighter around him by the drawstrings. He summons his shield and sword from his inventory at the slightest sound behind him, eternally razor-sharp instincts snapping at the shuffle in the snow, blocking the shot from the stray that rounds the building. The arrow thuds into his shield, sticking as he advances on the skeleton and delivers two swift strikes that destroy the body of the monster. The bleach-white bones clatter to the ground, and he waits in the silence for something else to take a crack at the unkillable kid. The silence stretches on, and he exhales, his breath a swirling white cloud in the air.

So. Him. Aromantic. He puts his sword away and yanks the arrow out of his shield, shouldering it while he holds the arrow in his free hand. It’s heavy, roughly made and, if he’s going to be all dramatic about it, so much more than an arrow. He places the sharp end against his chest, right where his heart is. It beats, it loves. It’s not enough. Not enough to be wanted. Not enough to be someone else’s number one, not- not anymore. That’s what scares him. That’s the thorn that’s been scratching his side since he found out, that’s the part of him he hates. He glances back through the window to the kitchen, where Ranboo is spinning Tubbo to the tinnily echoing Whitney song, and the grins on their faces are wide and endless and for each other, and only each other, and goddammit, he’s jealous. He is. He’s jealous and insecure and steeped in self-loathing and he wishes he were more, but he isn’t. He sits down hard on a log by a burnt-out campfire, flicking the projectile around in his hand. Cupid’s arrow missed his heart, struck a lung and tore him apart. Put that on top of the… well, everything else, and what does he have to work with?

That’s the terrifying notion. He will never be another person’s number one, no matter what he does; he’s never been good at pretending to be what he’s not. Each person has their other half, someone to kiss and cuddle and spend a life with. Heck, it doesn’t even have to be one person: polyamory dictates you can be devoted to as many people as you like, and he’s seen it before, little groups of people holding hands and switching dance partners between them and looking person to person with hopeless romantic eyes and stop, stop, stop, stop. He doesn’t want to think about it. He’s going to be alone forever, because it doesn’t matter how many partners you can want to have, he doesn’t fit that requirement at all. He doesn’t want to, in all honesty. He’s just petrified of being alone. Which he will be, so stop crying about it.

Tubbo has Ranboo now, and a child, and a home all without him, and it happened while he was trapped in the prison with Dream, or maybe even while he was dead and floating through the endless void on the other side, forgotten and moved on from, a mere remnant of the past. It stings.

He buries his face in his hands and melts the snow by his feet with some more of that raincloud. Far away, in other life, but perhaps also here, the click of a door closing gently rings out in the still night air. Footsteps in snow, soft crunches draw closer, and the first thing the approaching boy does when he reaches Tommy is drape a shawl around his shoulders. “You’ll catch your death out here like that.” Tubbo’s usual matter o’ fact tone hasn’t caught on yet, and he pauses for a moment in the ensuing silence. “Oh. Sorry. I really need to stop- or start thinking, actually, when I talk.”

The quiet settles around them like the freshly fallen snow coming to rest gently on Tommy’s head and shoulders, melting and seeping into his clothes. Tubbo leans over and brushes it away, one of his hands coming to rest on Tommy’s shoulders as he wiggles inside the shawl until they are close enough to be one being, wrapped up in a scarf against the elements. Together, they are alone in the light emanating from the house, the only two things alive in the world. Tubbo settles his head on Tommy’s shoulder, totally at ease, and Tommy’s heart flutters. He feels compelled to talk about it. Y’know, it. What better chance is he going to get?

“It’s been a while since it’s been just the two of us,” Tommy tries to keep the tears out of his voice as much as possible, unconsciously reaching a hand across their laps to find Tubbo’s. Tubbo hums his agreement, “Sorry ‘bout that.” He smiles up at Tommy with a slight tilt of his head. “But, well, y’know.” “Yeah, um, about that…” He swallows hard. “I… Well, you know how, um- There’s this thing-” The words, eternally doomed to get stuck in his throat, are in severe danger of choking him up, so ABORT MISSION. New tactic:

“Can I be a b’tch for a minute?” Tubbo snorts. “Uh, sure?” “I don’t like your husband.” Without looking, Tommy hears and feels Tubbo’s scowl. “Wait, wait a minute, I promise I’m going somewhere with this.” “If you accuse my husband of arson and/or thievery, I’m dismissing you from this courtroom.” “No, I - hah, good one - No, I promise this has a point.” He clears his throat. “I don’t like… Not him, I mean- I don’t not like Ranboo, he’s a lovely guy and I’m sure he makes you very happy- I mean, I know he does, I was literally there, you two are borderline obnoxious and- off-topic, where was I- Oh yeah- So I don’t not like Ranboo, but, well, the problem is I don’t know if you like him more than me- which isn’t a problem, really you can like whoever you want the most, I just get a bit- bit lonely is all, and I wanted to know if you still like me? A lot? Like back in the day?”

Tubbo sits back, blinks at him twice, rubs his eyes and stares at the ground with enough bewilderment to melt ice. “What?” “I- I’m aromantic.” A second passes. “Ohhhhh.”

“Yeah, um- I was wondering, and please don’t- don’t say like, what you don’t mean to make me feel better, because I want to-” “You remember when we died in the war,” Tommy stops dead in his tracks, looking down at Tubbo and trying to convince him with one look to Stop Right There. Tubbo meets his gaze, and something about it conveys Tommy’s earlier message: ‘I promise there’s a point to this’.

“When Eret betrayed us and got us all killed-” Tubbo's face drops into a sadness that could be painted on. “-I felt… like nothing. I mean, I’d spent hours upon hours, grinding and smithing and preparing with them, and they still had us all killed, like none of it mattered. But you-” The shawl falls partially away from his shoulders as Tubbo reaches up and takes Tommy’s face in his hands. “When we woke in the camarvan, the first thing you did was- was look for me. We’d all died, and the first thing you did was grab a hold of me and make sure I was alright.” He smiles, softly and genuinely, and something about it makes Tommy feel warm even without the shawl. Tubbo leans closer, dropping his voice to an uncertain whisper in Tommy’s ear, sharing words only ever meant to be heard by the two of them. “After I- I exiled you, and you still put yourself in the line of fire for me, and we lost L’Manberg, and everything... You invited me to stay in your house. And you held my hand when I was sad, and you didn’t stop holding my hand for days. Our friendship was never about playing heroes or always being perfect at being there or sacrificing it all or- whatever. ”

He pulls Tommy in for an easy embrace, and Tommy doesn’t think about how effortlessly they fit together. “But you looked for me first when I needed it most. You forgave me for my worst mistakes. I didn’t forget that. I’m sorry I’ve been a little bit- not distant but, further away lately. Tunnel-visioned. But I still love you. I love Ranboo because he’s my husband. I love Michael, my son. And I love you, because you’re my boy. Always have been, always will be. Don’t worry about it.”

Tommyinnit doesn’t cry very often. He’s a reputation to uphold, and he’s got to pretend something’s normal. He can tear up every now and again (more often lately than ever before), but he doesn’t really cry. But as two boys sit wrapped up in each other's arms, the clouds blow away, taking the snow with them. The sky is awash with stars, and one of them smells like onions, and for the first time in a long time, Tommy doesn’t feel like he’s going to be alone forever. And he starts bawling.

Broken sobs echo tinnily across the frozen town, bouncing between buildings and rocketing off ice sheets and across the sea. The frigid air burns his throat as he gulps down bigger and bigger breaths to try and stop the waterworks. “Hey,” Tubbo’s hands shift, and temporarily it only serves to make Tommy cry harder: he wanted that moment, however awkward, to last forever. He sits back and pulls a sleeve over one of his hands, reaching up to wipe away some of Tommy’s tears with a few gentle swipes.

"Things will be different. But you'll always be my best, dearest friend," He cups Tommy's cheek and leans their foreheads together. "And I'll always be yours if you'll have me." Tommy's breathy laugh is wet with tears and full of all the affection he's been saving since the beginning of time. Oh. That's what love is, isn't it? "Of course." And then, "You're my entire world, Tubbo."

Tubbo's eyes mist up. "You get all sappy when you're sad," The boy in green jumps to his feet, wrapping the shawl firmly around Tommy's shoulders and using it to pull him along. "My whole world's my family-" And he pauses, tilting his head to the side like he does when he's about to say something cheesy. "Come be a part of it."

And Tubbo's smile matures into a good-natured laugh, and Tommy's heart could fly right out of his chest. And the wind colours the space between them, quickly closing, and Tommy doesn't know who says it first, but he knows two things.

The first one is that he's going to be alright. He's not going to be alone. "I love you," can be platonic and still have someone's world caving in. It happened to him.

And the second one is that compulsive amatonormativity in society convinces people that they have to pair off with some other person to be a whole individual and live a happy life. That’s not true. He believes it’s not true. Because a happy family can be the de-facto leader of the commune, his enderman husband, their pigman child and the kid in the red and white shirt that wears his heart so firmly on his sleeve he’s surprised no one figured it out earlier. Oh well.

"I love you, Tubbs."

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Taglist: @nixavia @zrenia @spaceheatertrash @waitblues @kinda-late-but-here-though @icyisweird @boomybelovd @rozugold and for the people who came running when I said aro c!Tommy: @ineedblue @storm-jay @prinxe-with-no-crown @o0o0o0o0o0o

#hey so if you're one of the two people that expressed interest in this in june and i haven't seen since: hi! i dug back through my archive t #to find that post again because tumblr's wonderful search function ate it #the grind is real #dream smp #tommyinnit #tubbo #wilbur soot #clingy duo #l'manberg #finally. it is done #funny thing with this one #turns out writing about your personal problems doesn't make very good optimistic fics if you haven't solved those problems yet #so that's why this one took so long #but that's a story for another day XD #anyway! if you enjoyed it please rb + comment? it means the absolute world #and if you wanna be put on/taken off the taglist let me know!#crim writes

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1337wtfomgbbq · 2 years

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Niki: Hey guys, and welcome to a new part of 'reasons the kids have been upset recently'.

Niki: Jacques was upset that our dog is not a police dog.

James disgruntled: Thanks paw patrol, you made my dog suck. *looks at Oscar *

Niki: René told me that he would never eat a salad, but after I explained that he has eaten a salad multiple times, recently in his life, he became deeply offended that I would even suggest that he wouldn eat leaves.

Niki: Patrick was upset because I did not allow him to eat from the flower bouquet I had gotten at the last race.

Niki: Alain was upset because Ayrton wasn't stopping copying him. To try and resolve the issue I started to copy Ayrton, and he became mad at me. Alain thought that was amusing, so he copied what I was saying. Which is just what Ayrton was saying, which is just what Alain was saying.

Niki: In the end the only person that was really mad at me was myself. *laughs *

#incorrect f1 quotes #f1 #formula 1 #classic f1 #launt and the kids #niki lauda #james hunt #oscar the dog #launt #rathunt #jacques lafitte #rene arnoux #patrick tambay #alain prost #ayrton senna #byby prosenna

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xxatinyminionxx · 3 years

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Having A Picnic Date W/ Enhypen

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship, Imagine, Reaction

Requested?: Yes

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Heeseung

When you brought up the idea of having a picnic, he thought it was an incredibly cute idea. He would find the location to have the picnic while you chose what foods to bring. You end up having the picnic date at a beautiful, newly-opened park. You both set up a blanket on a green field of grass at the top of a small hill. Heeseung is happy to spend quality time with you and you can tell by the way that he smiles with his eyes when chewing the food you prepared. You two would hold hands and walk around the park after eating.

Jay

Alright, mister romantic over here would go all out. Not just because he comes from a well off family that can pay for it, but because he wants to spoil you. A lot. So he casually rents out an entire park for your festivities. Oh and your picnic date wasn't going to be your average, traditional style picnic - but you two would take a swim in the lake, go flower-picking, and stargaze once it got dark. Also the food at the picnic would come from a local five star restaurant, so the food was undeniably good too. Lots of hugs and kisses because the man is a koala when it comes to you.

Jake

The date would happen spontaneously. He is always talking about doing things with you outdoors and a picnic is something you hadn't done together yet. He'll make sure you have everything you need: a nice location, delicious food, and him! He feeds you because he thinks it's the cutest thing in the world. You make sure to feed him back, especially when he tries to feed you after you've gotten full. You watch the sunset together and give each other shoulder massages while exchanging 'I love you's. Lots of innocent kisses.

Sunghoon

You would be going on a picnic date with Hoon on a day that he deemed 'bug free'. So you end up going on a cool afternoon. You both stop by the convenience store to get some food for the picnic and a blanket to sit on. After that, you find a playground with a decent open grass area. You eat your food cuddled up with Sunghoon since your jacket happened to be too thin of a material. He makes sure to hug you extra tight and even offers his jacket after discovering you were cold. You would get wrapped up in a conversation with him about your childhoods as you watch kids playing together at the playground. He would push you on the swings at the playground after the kids left.

Sunoo

He agrees to the picnic date right away. He gets sooo excited that he starts bouncing. He would create cute sandwiches and snacks with you to take on your picnic. Before you leave for the date, he slips a handwritten note he wrote for you last night into the picnic bag. Sunoo wouldn't be able to resist giving your cheeks some kisses as you eat. Like Jake, he would feed you until you were full. Later on, he would be sitting behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist, looking over your shoulder as you read his note. He doesn't want the picnic date to end, so he insists on taking a nap with you. So you both lay down, Sunoo plays some relaxing music on his phone, and after one forehead kiss and a few pecks to each other's lips, he's asleep with you in his arms.

Jungwon

He gets really interested in having a picnic date the second you speak the idea into existence. He texts you everyday leading up to the picnic about how much he's looking forward to it. He gives you a bouquet of flowers on the day of your date. Stopping by the local cafe to get coffee is a must. Honestly will run around the park that your picnic is taking place in. Why? Because of a savage comment he made towards you, or he's trying to steal the last of the food, or he has your phone. If you chase him, he'll start screaming that high pitched scream while laughing out loud. This boy has a lot of energy. Like Heeseung, lots of handholding.

Niki

Like Heeseung, he thinks the picnic idea is cute, but he teases you about it first. He would say something like, "A picnic? I didn't know you had ideas like that Y/N." He votes to pack some fish-shaped bread - which is called 붕어빵. If you ask, he would try to prepare some food he enjoyed while in Japan in cute bento boxes with the help of Jay. You two would take A LOT of pictures together, some of them blurry from trying to steal the camera from the other. Like Jungwon, Niki would have you running around and be screaming in laughter. Shy pecks on the cheeks and lips. Both of you would sleep good that night with how much fun you had.

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scented-morker · 3 years

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⇢˚⋆ ✎ first "I love you's" with en-maknae line

*:･ﾟ✧ genre : fluff

*:･ﾟ✧ description : established relationship, bf!enhypen, gn!reader, first time saying I love you headcanons :D

*:･ﾟ✧ here it is!!! this is- pretty long, just a heads up 🤪

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ଘ Sunoo ~ˊˎ-

He was having a hard time lately with all of the stress from the comeback and everything

He tried to hide it from you but obviously you noticed, like you were on FaceTime and he wasn’t even showing his face 😞

So obviously you were like 🤨 “Where did my sunshine baby go?”

Which actually made him show his face it was red asf

So when he hung up you were like k time to cheer up the love of my life

Which is exactly what you said in your brain and then had a nervous breakdown because ??the love of your life??

But you decided to push that away for now so you could get everything you needed together

You texted the boys and told them you were going to come over

They had noticed his change and thought it would be a good idea so they agreed, and some of them left while others promised to stay in their rooms

When you knock on the door the next day you hear “Sunoo can you get that?” from somewhere in the house and you know they’re doing their jobs

Sunoo wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he opened the door, maybe a manager or a crazy fan, but it wasn’t his s/o with a bag on their shoulders and holding a little bouquet of flowers

“Y/n!!” He immediately engulfed you in a hug, and you smile at his excitement, you definitely made the right plan

He pulls away, asking a “why are you here” to which you shove the flowers at him

“These are for you, um I hope you like them”

Your words came out kinda squished, most people don’t get their boyfriends flowers but you thought it was a really good idea, except now that you’re in front of him you feel kinda dumb, what if he doesn’t like them

“Thank you!! I love them!”

His eyes are sparkling and he tells you that he’s never been given a bouquet of flowers like this and that he’s so happy you got him some

And with your renewed confidence you tell him the rest of what you have planned, a self care day with movies and snacks and skin care and cuddling, lots of cuddling

And he just !!!

He gets so excited 🥺

Like “okay let’s start right now” and then picks you up and goes running the the couch, and you’re laughing almost directly in his ear and he can’t get any happier

So you spend all day together, just messing around and doing whatever

And then he falls asleep, right on the couch on your lap which like 🥰

He looks so peaceful and calm you can’t resist, so you stop playing with his hair like you were originally and lay your hand on his face, tracing his cute lil nose and all that

You start talking to him, quiet so you don’t ruin the mood or wake him up and you’re just like spilling your heart to this dude while he’s asleep, er, “asleep”

Like straight up “I was so worried about you, you were just acting different and I really hope you’re taking care of yourself like you should. My brain knew I had to do something, it specifically said ‘time to cheer up the love of my life’, which was also scary because love is scary you know”

He’s just laying there, eyes closed, trying not to lose his mind and just tackle you in a hug and kiss all over your face, but you don’t seem to be done talking yet so he waits

“But I love you, I really do. And I think that makes it not so scary, because it’s you”

He opens his eyes and at first you don’t even notice because you’re looking off into space but he kinda shifts in your lap and you just 😳

“I love you too, like a lot and it took everything in me not to cut you off and just attack you with my love”

“Well I’m done talking now so you wouldn’t be cutting me off”

And he does exactly what he was planning, tackling you in his arms on the couch, laying there with you while giving you sweet lil kisses and whispering about how much he loves you

He’s definitely back to himself

ଘ Jungwon ~ˊˎ-

Now our dear leader is a lil shy, which we all love him for, but that meant y’all had been dating for like a year almost

An ‘I love you’-less year

And you were a little worried like ‘is this not a serious relationship to him’ but you kinda brushed it off because you’re pretty young and you would never want to rush him

And then it became very obvious that he was serious when he freaking INVITED YOU TO A FAMILY VACATION

Not like a board the plane were going to Hawaii for a month vacation, a thankfully more chill like family camping in log cabins together for a weekend vacation

And obviously you were terrified because ya know meeting the ‘rents (I am so sorry why did I say it like that)

But you weren’t gonna say no to your boyfriend especially when he was so excited

So flash forward to you and jungwon, fresh off of a 3 hour car ride (where you obvi played 10 months like 80,000 times), walking up to a cute little campground with like three big log cabins next to each other, real cute

And you walk into the main one where everyone is meeting and his family is like SCREAMING like absolute chaos and there are little cousins running around and everything

And for some reason it feel comfortable and one of his little cousins comes up to you and asks you to play obviously you do

By the time his family realizes he’s here and greets him you’re surrounded by children

Cue his older cousins like “I knew they were fake” “you don’t have to lie wonnie, it’s okay to be single”

But then he points over to the living room and you’ve got a little kid on your back and another on your lap and someone has used their play makeup to give you blue eyeshadow

You give him a really big smile when you see him looking over and literally everyone just 🥺🥺🥺

He thinks you’ve never been more perfect even tho you literally end up with a glitter mustache

Eventually his aunts make their kids leave you alone and you help them wash up to eat (as almost scream when you see your reflection because their first impression of you was of you looking like a whacko)

But then you sit down at the table where he’s saved you a spot and they’re all so excited to meet you and ask you all sorts of questions

You’re holding his hand under the table because you’re nervous but then he’s got your hands in his lap fiddling with your fingers and you aren’t nervous anymore

Literally every single person in his family gives you a hug before you guys go to the cabin you’re sleeping in and you ask him ya know like

“Do you think they like me”

And he’s like ??? They literally like you more than me and my cousins tried to fight me to the death for a seat next to you at the table

But he just goes “they love you just as much as I do”

And you just combust

“You love me???”

And it wasn’t even an accident, he was just like “yup, like a lot”

Then bam “I love you too”

And they lived happily ever after more like his aunts overheard and screamed to the rest of the family what just happened

ଘ Niki ~ˊˎ-

Niki had begged you all week to come over and visit and you finally found a day that you were both free on

You knocked quietly, announcing your presence before letting yourself in like the boys had told you to do

Once you had set your things down and taken your shoes off you set out on a mission to find your lovely boyfriend

Which really didn’t take long because you could hear him screaming in the living room as soon as you walked in

Apparently he was losing at whatever video game they were playing and was not happy about it

You went over to his spot on the couch, squeezing in next to him and he gave you a lil side hug and a kiss on the temple to say hello

You settled down in your spot, leaning on him with his arm still around your shoulder as the next round started

Although it was a bad idea because when he lost again you almost got elbowed in the head

After a few more rounds some of the boys decide to go out and get food even tho he definitely begged them to stay because he wanted to win at least once

“No bud, we’re hungry, and you kinda have a significant other you’ve been ignoring for like an hour” thanks heeseung

So they leave (except for jake who got stuck on babysitting duty)

And you’re like well he seems to like this game even tho he sucks at it so might as well play it if that’s what he wants to do

So you’re all like “hey bub what if I play with you” and he’s already shoving the controller in your hand and explaining how it works

He loves that you try to take an interest in the things that he likes, and he also likes that you’ve never played it before because that’ll make it easy to beat you

Which it definitely was, sorry you kinda suck at this game (even more than your boyfriend)

“Yes!! I did it!!! I won!!”

Cue the trash talk because he’s a little devil spawn sometimes

“See that I woooooon, you didn’t even stand a chance against me, I’m a master at this game”

And you’re just sitting there like you hadn’t seen him get absolutely demolished by everyone else literally like 30 minutes ago, just shaking your head

“Ya know you’re lucky I love you or I would have smacked you by now”

You laugh when you say it and he joins in before going dead silent after like 3 seconds

“Wait you what?”

“I said you’re luck I lo-”

And then you go quiet too bc dang did you really just say that and now you’re all nervous

But then he just goes

“Yeah I kinda love you too”

And then he makes sure to spend some actual time with you, not just beating you in video games for the rest of the day

“WAIT ‘KINDA’???”

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#enhypen scenarios #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen sunoo #sunoo scenarios #enhypen jungwon #jungwon scenarios #enhypen niki #niki scenarios #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #sunoo fluff #jungwon fluff #niki fluff

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terran-beetle · 3 years

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DSMP Smile For Me AU: Character List

This is just the list of who’s who. Specifics will come in later posts. Note: this was made Feb-Apr 2021, so the lore after that doesn’t really impact the au (Special edition little comments next to them bc i’m tired and think it would be funny)

Ranboo as Flower Kid (*smacks u with a bouquet*)

Foolish as Cowboy Bed (Shark Bed)

Fundy as Nat (Edgy Teen)

Puffy as Mirphy (*dramatically looks out the window*)

Niki as Dallas (my favorite shy painter)

Ponk as Randy (stair cryptid)

Purpled as Millie (*hits Schlatt with golf ball*)

Phil as Marv (fisherman that randomly appears...perfect fit)

Schlatt as Ronbo (clown [AHAHHAAHAHAHA] also he’s sad)

Wilbur as Trencil (Edgy Dad)

Sam as Gillis (big softy <3)

Hbomb as Trevor (catmaid >:3)

Corpse as Wallus (he’s in de walls)

Tommy and Tubbo as Putunia (they have combined their power oh jeez)

Punz as Gerry (give money, receive goods and/or services)

Sapnap as Parsley (c o n s u m e)

Karl as Jerafina (*receives bf* *receives bf*)

Quackity as Tiff (the autotune is all-natural)

Bad as Jimothan (he cooks monstrosities that only Sapnap can eat)

Eret as Lulia (*dramatically drapes self on stairs*)

George as Kamal (brush my teeth first.)

Callahan as Questionette (*has secrets*)

Skeppy as Tim Tam (small, steals stuff, chaotic)

Techno as Borbra ([insert Floof running around wildly at night])

Dream as Habit (bro why are you void)

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chandelier-s-notebook · 3 years

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Royalty AUs have arranged marriages, deal with it. But it’s a background thing for scene detail, it’s not important to the story.

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The second born child of the ßimpa Dynasty sat quietly in the study hall. He glanced at the bell tower through an open window. Half an hour until his lesson was over and he could check if something had arrived in the mailroom. He had sent a letter to Tommy three weeks ago, and had yet to hear back.

Penmanship class was the worst, and most useless waste of his time. Maybe if he learned how the ßimpa Dynasty taxes its citizens, he would know how to estimate his annual spending budget when it was his time to be king. That’d be useful. Besides, he could practice his penmanship while writing the essay to explain what’s going on. Why did he need a whole class for calligraphy?

In addition, the tutor hadn’t even given him a writing prompt. Which meant that Tubbo was drafting another letter to Tommy. But he didn’t want to send another letter to Tommy, worrying about coming off as needy. Tommy had a life, he didn’t need to respond to everything immediately. In any case, immediately didn’t exist when your mail was carried across a distance via living and breathing animal. It took five days minimum, but it had been three weeks.

The parchment crumpled.

His hands shot up, the pen dropped to the table. He quickly leaned over to smooth it out, checking to see if it was still in a good enough condition to hand in to the tutor. He ran his fingers through his hair. It wouldn’t be good enough. He was going to be king one day, everything needed to be pristine and perfect.

He started over on a fresh sheet. He tried to come up with something to write, not another letter. It was never going to get sent anyways.

Perhaps he’d draft the speech he’d undoubtedly need to give at his sister’s wedding ceremony to the heir of the Antarctic Empire in the north; Tommy’s older brother Wilbur.

When Tubbo’s lessons ended, he ran up the castle corridors to check the aviary. In the back of his mind he knew that he had managed to squeeze in a visit yesterday, and that if Tommy had written since then, an errand boy would have run up to the crown prince waving the letter.

Regardless, he darted into the aviary. The birds twittered away and the pseudodragons bounced by to greet him before scurrying off to do whatever they did when they weren’t ferrying parcels around the continent.

He rifled through the incoming letters. None were addressed to him.

That was fine. His duties kept him busy. Tommy was probably very busy as well. He had other stuff to do; he was probably drowning in wedding preparations himself.

There wasn’t always time to sit down and write a letter to your best friend.

Tubbo thumbed at the silver chain around his neck. He pulled at it until the compass popped out of his waistcoat. He watched the cobalt needle quiver ever so subtly as Tommy moved about his own castle with the compass’s twin.

He shoved the compass back down his waistcoat. There was no point in dwelling on it. Tommy would write when he had the time. If he had even gotten the letter. Had he gotten the letter? Tubbo shook himself out. He must have. Tubbo had to trust that he had, and that the system was working. Besides, the dragon he had used had already come back and was pestering one of the parrots.

“Pesky bird,” Tubbo muttered under his breath.

He groaned into his hands. Perhaps a distraction would be nice. It had been a while since he had had a moment to himself. Tubbo decided to take himself down to the sunroom.

He propped up the piano’s cover and sat down in front of the keys. He rolled his shoulders back and let the tension fade; jazzy chords filled the air as his fingers danced across the ivory.

When he snapped back to reality, he noticed a plate of sandwiches on the side table. Shoot! He was supposed to have had lunch with his sister today. Niki probably sent a servant to feed him after he didn’t show.

The hour bell chimed. She wasn’t busy, was she? Tubbo closed the piano and rolled the cover over the keys. If he remembered correctly, she was supposed to choose which flowers to use in her wedding bouquet this afternoon. Helping with that would be infinitely more productive than sitting around waiting for a letter.

He grabbed the tray of sandwiches with his left hand and started to eat with the right. One of the staff opened the door for him and he nodded his thanks. He passed off the tray to a little girl wheeling some fresh legumes into the kitchen before knocking on the door to his sister’s sitting room. He waited to hear a response before entering.

There, lounging on her floor, was a pseudodragon branded with the Antarctic Empire’s crest. His sister caught a glimpse of him over the letter in her hands. “Oh hello. I thought you were someone coming in to check on me. You know how the guards are.” Niki reached over her shoulder and grabbed another parcel. “Come sit. Something came in for us, but I’d already sent someone ahead with your lunch. I was just going to finish reading this before coming to find you.” She held you the envelope in his direction. “Tommy wrote.”

Tubbo let out a breath and all but threw himself onto the couch to read about everything his best friend had to say.

#TommyInnit #Tubbo #Wilbur Soot #Nihachu #Princes of the Antarctic Empire

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raybansandcoffee · 7 years

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London Calling - Epilogue: AM (One Direction)

Epilogue

“Get some sleep you two,” Kim called. “You’ve got brunch before footie in the morning.” “Don’t listen to her. Go home and make love to your wife, man,” her husband Nate added. “You two are hilarious,” Harry said.

“I love you both. Thank you so much for everything you did today. It wouldn’t have been perfect without you,” Annie said as she hugged Kim and Nate. She was visibly intoxicated. Her perfectly curled hair from her wedding having gotten a bit disheveled from a night of fun with her friends. She still had her bouquet of flowers in her hand. She didn’t want to leave them at the pub, she had actually stolen a pitcher normally reserved for beer or water and filled it with enough water that her flowers would make it home okay. “Get yourselves home. It’s time we all leave,” Nate said. Maggie watched the four people sneak out the front of the door. Most of the rest of the group that had been in O’Brien’s that night had already left. All that remained were Frankie, Lizzy, Maggie and Jane. Maggie had worked at O’Brien’s for a long time, she’d started back when Annie was still working occasionally, she obviously knew this group of people well. “Will you two be okay closing up without us tonight?” Frankie asked. “Of course boss,” Maggie replied. “We don’t have a ton to clean up from. The average Saturday would’ve been more trouble. You guys were relatively tame considering I know how you can all behave.” “Are either of you working tomorrow?” “I open,” Jane said. She was still relatively quiet, wasn’t sure what her place was here yet. “Same here. It was supposed to be Cam but I told him to spend the day with all of you. Celebrate those two for an extra day. I heard Kim mention brunch and I know that Alyssa and Cam rarely like to miss those.” “That is true,” Lizzy said. “Brunch at Kim and Nate’s is my favorite meal of the week. And Cam doesn’t like to miss it or the “Well, have fun with that and tell Little Patrick good luck in his footie match,” Maggie said. “If you need anything tomorrow, don’t hesitate to call, Ok Mags?” Frankie asked. “Of course.” “Are you okay to drive?” Lizzy asked Jane. She opened her mouth but hesitated to answer. She’d had a few shots with the group as they did them tonight. “She’s staying upstairs with me,” Maggie said. “Since we both open it only makes sense.” “Good call. We will probably have most of the group back tomorrow after the boys’ footie match. Need to feed the kids lunch,” Frankie said. “Have a good night.” “Get home safely,” Maggie said. As the door shut she turned to pour herself a pint. “Want one?” “Sure,” Jane responded. “That was a fun night.” “It was, clearly not a normal Saturday though.” “No, absolutely not a normal Saturday. Though that group is often here on a normal Saturday.” “Really?” Jane was shocked that this little Irish pub in Camden was a normal hang out for the guys who made up One Direction. “Yeah, Annie used to work here. It was the first pub she wandered in to after she moved here from the States.” “That’s cool. I didn’t know that. It was sort of cool to witness a wedding for people I don’t know, I mean outside of what the gossip rags say about them, which I only read when I’m getting my hair done.” “They pretty much are the exact opposite of what you’d expect. Annie still comes back and works every St. Patrick’s Day and when Harry released his first solo record he did a party here to support it. This has been the place that they hung out at since the very beginning of their relationship. Annie blogs about everything and has since she moved to London like eight years ago.” “Seriously?” “Yeah, you should read it. Since you just moved here it might give you some insight “Cameron?” “Yeah, they dated when she moved here. Before she started dating Harry. And then she brought her best friend over for a week and introduced her to Cameron. He and Alyssa have been together ever since. Their friendship is pretty funny. I figured you’d read it. From everyone I’ve met that comes over here from the US her blog, London Calling, is “I think someone suggested it but I just thought it was a blog about the girlfriend of one of the guys from One Direction.” “Far from it, though she does talk about their life together obviously. They’ve been together for seven years. Hard to leave him out. He was just mentioned in sort of code for a while and then she spilled the beans after their first date because it was this beautiful and thoughtful thing.” “Oh?” “Yeah, he planned the perfect day for her. I’ve never heard of a more romantic first date.” “Seriously?” Jane was a little surprised. “Yeah, Harry’s a total romantic. For their anniversary one “That’s sweet.” “Well so for their first date he planned an entire day. She loves photography so he planned a photo tour of London to show her things he thought she should see.The London Eye, the River by Parliament and Big Ben. He took her to Saville Row because they are both Beatles fans. He queued up a recording of the final concert The Beatles played on the rooftop of Apple Records which was on Saville Row and they listened to it together as they stood on the sidewalk. At the time the place was an Abercrombie and Fitch store or some rubbish. He took her to Hyde Park because of the Peter Pan statues, she has a tattoo for Peter Pan. It’s one of her favorite books and stories from when she was a little girl. And if I remember correctly their final stop was Westminster Abbey.” “He took her to a church on their first date? Is he fucking crazy?” “Not completely. There are a lot of amazing people in history buried there or at least memorialized there. He took her to Poets Corner. Her number one passion when she moved here other than photography was writing, thus her blog. He wanted her to be in the midst of brilliant minds like Dickens and Chaucer. He wanted to give her inspiration to keep writing.” “Oh my gosh, that’s romantic.” “Yeah, it is. He’d been chasing her for several months by the time she agreed to their first date. She’s 10 years older than Harry. She was very hesitant at first but they are pretty much the definition of relationship goals at this point. Legitimately for a “That’s funny. So they’ve been together for seven years and just got married?” “Yeah, when they first got together everyone thought that they would get married quickly. I started here to replace her when she went on tour with him. There was a week that we were literally running on a skeleton crew because he flew everyone to Italy so they could be there while he proposed to her. They just never rushed to get married, which is sort of cool. They have this completely solid relationship and it’s inspiring to see. They’ve been through a lot. But why am I telling you? You should read her blog. It’s awesome.” Without his knowledge, Harry’s initial dream about Maggie and Jane finished cleaning up the pub before heading up to the flat above the bar where Niki had once lived and Nate before her. Maggie was currently living there while waiting Still too wired from the fun night at work, Jane pulled her cell phone off of the table and opened the internet window. She typed in the search window ‘London Calling blog’ and there it was as the first result, Annie’s blog. She opened it up and saw that the website had beautiful photos featured prominently on it. Including a few from the recent trip to Paris that Annie, Harry, Kim and Nate had taken. Jane clicked the first blog post and began to read.

Love Will Keep Us Alive (The Eagles)

Bonjour lecteurs! Look at me attempting French, H will be BEYOND proud. We’ve been here since Thursday and I’ve fallen in to my old ways and let him to all of the talking. What can I say? Seven years later and there are still few things as sexy as the sound of his voice speaking in French. So yes, we are in France. Well sort of. We are actually on the train headed back to London as I write this and will hopefully be at home in bed asleep for a week as you read this. The last several months have been near constant travel. Since November we have been back to Iowa, then up north for Christmas with H’s family, then back to Los Angeles for work (for both of us this time), then the surprise trip to Fiji for the birthday trip I planned for H before heading back to Los Angeles for more work. Our annual Paris trip that we’ve been taking for seven years to celebrate my birthday had to be pushed back a few weeks. This trip was a little different for us though. On our first night in Paris we told Kim and Nate our plan for the trip. Harry and I had decided to get married. Yup. You read that right. After seven years of dating and six and a half since he proposed, we finally decided the time was right to get married. This decision came in Fiji. Let me fill you in on how that happened. So my usual day in Fiji was wake up, eat breakfast, drink some amazing coffee like thing that they fed me. H tried to tell me it was made of like coffee beans digested by cats or something, he’s a jerk so I just ignored him. If this is true please refrain from including that in the comments as I’d like to not imagine one of our cats eating my coffee beans and then having H brew me coffee with things he pulled from the litter box. Nope, not gonna hear it. Just no. Then I’d find whatever book I felt like reading that day and take up my normal spot on the deck of our cabana which was OVER THE FREAKING WATER, just in case you missed that blog. This was about the third day we were there. Harry couldn't stand to not get a work out in while we were there (weirdo, right?) so he’d hop in the ocean and swim for a while. On this day he jumped out of the ocean, blocked my sun, dripped water ALL OVER my book and then told me he was done waiting for the right time, that we were getting married. Not gonna lie I was surprised and then when I realized he was serious I started bawling. It was nearly as hard as I cried the night he proposed in Italy. He was right, the time was perfect. And we wanted to do it in Paris. So fast forward to Thursday. We are at dinner at the restaurant where Nate proposed to Kim and we told them we’d decided to finally get married and we were doing it Saturday morning. We wanted to elope and to have just Nate and Kim, our best friends, with us. There were tears and cheers and SO MUCH champagne. I maybe forgot what water was over the last three days. Friday we shopped until I found the perfect dress, which at the request of my groom was black. His exact words ‘When I think of the woman I want to marry, she’s still in that black maxi dress she had on the day I met her. The one with the slit up to her thigh and her tattoos on her shoulder showing.’ Yeah, that pretty much won me over and as the person who’s wardrobe consists of like black, light black (gray), and negative black (white) with a few added additions from H’s side of the closet it was only appropriate that I wore black. It was the perfect dress and that French speaking man of mine helped me find the perfect flowers at a little florist. Then this morning we woke up in basically the middle of the night to start getting ready. We spent the whole morning together while we got dressed and ready. The only time we weren’t in the same room was when I put my dress on. The photographer wanted the chance to get a photo of him seeing me completely dressed for the first time. We got in a limo and headed to Trocadero Plaza. We shared our vows this morning as the sun rose over Paris. It was the most beautiful experience of my life. We picked this place and this time of day because during our first trip to Paris we spent the whole first night walking around the city together and talking. We’d been dating for a while and I’d just moved in with him the week before but it was still early enough that we were learning the important stories that made each of us who we are. It was as the sun rose in Paris that first time that I realized just how in love I was with that man and that I was going to do whatever it took to have him in my life forever. Our vows were something we each crafted from the heart. I’d practiced mine repeatedly so that I could memorize them. To tell him how he taught me about a love I never dreamed existed and in doing that showed me the world. That when I moved to London nearly eight years ago that I wasn’t quite sure what I was looking for other than a fresh start and that he turned out to be what I’d actually moved to London for. That the greatest honor I would ever be given in life was to be his wife and share his name. And then he started. I may be the ‘writer’ between the two of us but that man puts some of the best words I’ve ever heard to some of the most beautiful music. And you could’ve soundtracked his vows today. He spoke of how my strength during a lot of the troubles in life inspired him. Of how he knew from the first moment he met me that I was going to change his life. That I was his muse, his partner and the love of his life. And how the greatest honor I could give him was to share his name. But that he never wanted me to stop being Annie Catalano because she was the girl he fell in love with. Let me tell you that line….phew. I sobbed, like literally let out the loudest sob I’ve ever made in my life. Even Kim cried. We shared rings and a kiss and that was that. We were married and I was Annie Styles…sort of. More on that later. We spent the remainder of the morning running around Paris and taking pictures at some of our favorite places. It was just how I would want my wedding to the love of my life to be. Now a lot of people will say ‘why elope’? We knew we didn’t want a large wedding and with our family being located in separate countries and both of us being children of divorce, the logistics of even planning a small wedding was difficult. So we told our families in advance and after a lot of discussion with all of them they agreed with us. We agreed to send them a video of the wedding along with as many pictures as possible. As the pictures ended we hopped on this train and headed back to London. Our friends at O’Brien’s have been told to gather together at 7:00 so we can tell them all together (as of writing this they don’t know what we are married). I’m excited about that celebration. Okay so now on the married…sort of. Well France doesn’t recognize anything other than a civil marriage and the list of things we’d have to comply with to have that done was longer than we wanted to do. Well, I suggested moving to Paris for the time period required but Harry didn’t want to do that. So we decided we’d have the ceremony we both wanted and return to London Monday to get married in our home country so that it’s recognized legally. We wanted the intimate elopement in Paris more than a legal wedding, but to have my name legally changed, which I am going to start the process of doing, we needed the legal ceremony. Well, you can’t hide anything like this from Nate. The dude is an attorney. So this next portion I’m actually not writing from the train. I’m hiding in the kitchen at O’Brien’s and typing this out on my cell phone so forgive me if this is a piece of rubbish. Nate knew that our marriage in Paris wasn’t legal and mentioned that to both of us while we were still there. We got back to O’Brien’s to tell all of our friends and begin celebrating, until Nate spilled the news to all of our friends. Which meant that rather than being able to wait until Monday we were getting married in the pub, which happens to be the same location that Alyssa and Cameron got married nearly six years ago. I thought out ceremony in Paris was perfect and it was, but getting married with our friends and family surrounding us at O’Brien’s was just what our wedding should’ve been. Half of the room was FaceTiming our family wherever they were in the world so that they could witness the wedding. The other half were taking pictures or video of the wedding so we could remember it forever. Our friends chimed in with what they thought our vows should be. Some funny, like Nate asking for meatballs and Niall asking for red velvet cupcakes. And some full of love, like Alyssa telling us to say I love you when we first wake up in the morning and last thing before bed and night, or Patrick asking Harry to promise to always look at me the way I was in that moment, which just so you know is like there isn’t another soul in the room. It was the most beautiful moment of my life. And while I thought I wanted a wedding of just us, having our closest friends with us was perfect. So now I start the process of changing my name and adjusting everything I have in the world to reference that after seven years I am finally Annie Styles. This is a notification to my editors that my book needs to be published as Styles as well. I want to carry this man’s name along with me forever. He is the greatest thing in my life and I’m going to love him until the end of time. As a word of advice to people who are wondering if that giant change they are contemplating is worth it. I promise you that it is. And to quote my wonderful husband, yup HUSBAND… All of the love. XX Annie

Jane was amazed at how much detail to something that was traditionally for a celebrity so private that Annie shared. It had truly been one of the most beautiful weddings she’d ever attended. And Maggie had been right, it was fun to read what Annie had written. Maybe she was right and she should’ve read this blog before she moved to England a few weeks ago. She clicked through the website until she found the very first blog. Where better to start than at the very beginning.

15th July 2013 – Landing In London (3 Doors Down and Bob Seger)

I woke up today in London As the plane was touching down And all I could think about was Monday And maybe I’ll be back around

If this keeps me away much longer I don’t know what I will do You’ve got to understand it’s a hard life That I’m going through

And when the night falls in around me I don’t think I’ll make it through Ill use your light to guide the way Cause all I think about is you

Well L.A is getting kinda crazy And New York is getting kinda cold I keep my head from getting lazy I just can’t wait to get back home

And all these days I spend away Ill make up for this I swear I need your love to hold me up When it’s all too much to bear

And when the night falls in around me I don’t think I’ll make it through Ill use your light to guide the way Cause all I think about is you

And all these days I spend away Ill make up for this I swear I need your love to hold me up When it’s all too much to bear

When the night falls in around me I don’t think I’ll make it through Ill use your light to guide the way Cause all I think about is you I did it. I sold my belongings. I packed my bags. I said my goodbyes. I did it. This morning I woke up as the pilot came over the PA announcing that we were landing at London’s Heathrow Airport. I fucking did it. No one thought I would. And in reality they still could be right. I could give up and come home. I could get scared and not make it. But I don’t think that’s going to happen. This is the most confident I’ve ever been with a decision. I spent time thinking about if going to London was going to be the right thing. I truly believe it will be. I debated for a while whether I should do this. Whether I should just drop everything and go. It wasn’t the safe decision. Or the logical one. Or honestly the smart one. But it was the one Jason would’ve made. Jason was a lot of the reason I felt inspired to do this. He jumped at opportunities and adventures in a way I only wish I could. I sat talking to CJ for hours. We were debating my decision to go. She’d been home for a few days visiting her Dad. He didn’t care we sat in his basement and didn’t sleep all night. There were tears, laughs, hugs, and cupcakes. We watched Sex and the City for hours upon end. And when we were both in the middle of a sugar coma she looked and me and said ‘He’d tell you to get off your ass, get on a plane and live.’ She was right. He would’ve. If it was possible to come back from Heaven just to kick someone’s ass for being afraid, Jason would’ve done it. This fall will be three years that he’s been gone. But there hasn’t been a single day that I haven’t thought about him, wished I could hug him or ask him if I was totally fucking up my life. And it was CJ’s words to me, telling me that I needed to get my ass on that plan and live because Jason would’ve wanted me to do it, which convinced me to sell everything, book the ticket and go. Jason was never afraid of anything. Even death. We didn’t realize how sick he was. We didn’t realize that he was going to be taken from us so quickly. And I still don’t understand how someone so generous, loving, caring and special was taken. But he was and it would be wrong for me not to live by the example he set. To take life by the balls and just live. So that’s what I’m doing. I said my goodbyes at the airport. I cried hugging my parents, brother, sister-in-law, niece, and the few friends that came to bid me farewell. And I got on that plane. I met Kim in Chicago and we settled in for a long flight that brought us to our new home. We started to unpack some of the things that were shipped here to our flat before we arrived. But now we are realizing that for us to get tired at a reasonable time we might need a few drinks. So welcome to my blog and my new life in London.

xx Annie

And there we have it. The end of London Calling.

Thank you again for sticking with me through all of this.

Just as an insight in to the title. I felt that the lyrics to AM from Made in the AM fit so perfectly to this group of friends and the way Annie and Harry fell in love. All my favorite conversations always made in the AM

I hope you've enjoyed taking this journey with me. You can continue my journey in to my next fic and my normal ramblings on my Tumblr. And I'd love to hear what you thought of London Calling as a whole. So feel free to comment. I try to respond back to everyone. :)

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