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propertyofwicked · 25 days

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WAS IT REAL? - LN

lando is at risk of losing his job if he doesn't clean up his image, and his best friend needs a way of travelling the world. they come up with a flawless plan - which could not possibly go wrong, right?

based on this request! (i went a little overboard im sorry) ✧ my inbox is open! ✧

warnings - fluff, angst, small allusion to smut at the end - fake dating to lovers hehe. also, 5k words??? who am i?? (writen BEFORE the miami gp!! i needed a few days to recover lol)

the song inspo for this got removed from spotify but it is based on "was it real" by ben rodrigues <3

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✧ tell me was it real...

...or was it just pretend? ✧

“and now i’ve had zak sit me down and essentially said ‘we don’t hire slags’”

“he said that your recent behaviour was causing concern for mclarens image - not that you were a slag, lan.”

“same thing,” he argued, ”i’m 24 for gods sake, if i want to speak to women in a nightclub that shouldn’t be any of zak’s business.”

“i think it became his business when someone filmed you, in your mclaren, having what im sure was a lovely conversation with the girl sat on your lap,” she teased back, emphasising her words slightly. he huffed at, crossing his arms over his chest as he leant back into her sofa.

lando had walked into her flat 20 minutes prior, as he had hundreds of times before, threw himself down on her sofa and launched into a long rant about the meeting he had just come from.

since he was at the woking offices, zak had taken the opportunity to discuss the several occasions in recent weeks where lando had been caught in predicaments with multiple different women. when he finally left, zak’s ultimatum ran through his brain on a loop as he drove to one of his closest friends houses.

“clean your image up, or we’ll have to reconsider the possibility of you having a seat next year.”

“it sucks, lan, but i really don’t know how i can help you here,” y/n told him, moving a stack of research notes to the table before sitting cross legged next to him so that her body faced his.

y/n l/n was a newly graduated environmental researcher, who was taking a year out to decide what kind of work she wanted to pursue. she needed to travel, see the world, and experience all elements in her field before she could make that decision - but travelling was expensive and she could not afford to be in anymore debt after university.

“i have an idea,” lando announced, the realisation of what he was about to propose never really settling.

“that’s never good,” she joked.

“no, no hear me out -” he started, “i need to look like a man in a stable relationship, you need to see the world.”

“yeah? so?” she questioned, confused as to where he was going with this.

“look, it’s ok if you say no. i’m just saying - you could pretend to be my girlfriend and use the opportunity to travel the world and research your little bugs.”

“i don’t know, that seems a bit…deceitful?” y/n replied, yet the idea mulled in her brain more than she wished.

“just a few public appearances. you come with me to my races and use it as a research opportunity. maybe stay in monaco with me for a bit? let people film us being domestic and that?” lando replied, stuttering as he tried to think of more reasons - truly, he had started talking before he’d really thought it through.

“it’s tempting,” she replied slowly, “and for the last time lando, i do not study bugs, i study the environments they live in.”

“all expenses paid, travelling the world, looking at trees across the world,” he added teasingly, “- and all you have to do is hold my hand in public,” he finished, trying to summarise the arrangement.

“ok.”

“ok?”

“yeah, what’s the worst that can happen?”

✧ tell me all the places that you wanna see...

....i can take you all the places that you've never been ✧

the two of them fell easily into a natural act, almost gaining a sixth sense for cameras and fans and reaching for each other. it started small - a hand on her back, standing close to each other, being seen arriving and leaving together. but it hadn’t been enough, many pointing out that y/n had been at races and stayed with him in monaco multiple times, and concluding the two were still, just friends.

so they upped the ante. lando began holding her hand when they walked anywhere together, kissing her forehead lightly as they both pretended to be clueless to the snapping of cameras. at the last race, y/n had spotted a reporter and made a quick decision to tug at lando’s fireproof, pulling him down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“that’s new,” he had told her, laughing lightly, but keeping his hands firmly on her waist.

“camera,” she told him, smiling up at him as he nodded.

and lando kept up his end of the deal, the two of them using the week of the australian grand prix to visit the great barrier reef.

their plan was working - the two were elated that people were finally putting the pieces together and believing the two really were together. even zak began to notice the positive effect y/n had on not only his image, but lando’s entire life.

“say y/n,” zak started as he walked up to the woman, “you work in environmental protection, don’t you?”

“i guess you could say that,” she responded, too tired to correct him, and slightly startled that he’d approached her as she sat minding her own business in the garage before the race began.

“we’re doing some work with the barrier reef group and oscar in a few days - would you consider being a sort of environmental advisor? just tell oscar a few things that he could talk about for the project?” he asked her assertively, smiling as her eyes widened at the request.

“i’d love to! but im supposed to be flying back tomorrow. let me ask lando later and ill get back to you?” she replied.

“sure,” he replied, smiling at her again before returning to his job. she was filled with excitement, it wasn’t often that she got to talk about her degree, and being able to contribute to a project of this scale was an amazing opportunity.

and her excitement only continued throughout the race, a feeling she always got watching lando compete, but overwhelmed when he cross the line 3rd. y/n ran round to join the rest of the mclaren team at the pit lane, watching as the podium cars pulled in and the drivers hopping out to celebrate with their teams.

lando climbed out, removing his helmet quickly before turning, scanning the crowd for y/n, and half sprinting when he spotted her. later, he would celebrate with his team, but for now he ran to her, pulling her in closely as he pressed his lips hastily to hers, pulled in closer by her hands cupping his jaw. when they pulled away, he kept her close to his embrace.

“im so proud of you,” she told him, smiling as he bent down to kiss her again, before rushing off to join his team.

y/n tried so hard to push away the feeling rising in her stomach - she didn’t like him like that, it was just the excitement of watching her friend succeed. so she ignored it, the same way she pushed away the feeling she got every time he calls her angel, even when they were alone.

im only here so that he keeps his job she reminded herself.

lando was distracted - he got podium, he was excited, his team were celebrating. yet he couldn’t help but let his thoughts linger to that feeling that shot through his veins when he’d kissed her. the same feeling he got every night, when she wrapped an arm tightly around his chest as they fell asleep.

she’s only here for research opportunities he told himself.

“im so proud of you,” y/n told him later that day as they left the track. wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him in to a tight hug, his arms falling naturally to hold her waist close to him. lando risked everything in that moment, pulling slightly back to look at her, before pressing a kiss to her lips.

“camera,” he told her, feeling her hesitation. her smile fell slightly before she leaned up to kiss him again. of course - the cameras, that’s why he kissed me she thought to herself, saddened slightly at the realisation.

there was no camera. they were totally alone.

✧ colours of the sky in your eyes

...fragments of the truth in your lies ✧

lando felt alone, his apartment felt so empty without her. he was happy she had the opportunity to stay in australia and do what she loves, but he couldn’t help but dwell on the flames igniting inside of him when he saw the videos of her and oscar together. it wasn’t jealousy, he told himself, he just missed her. after spending the last few months in close proximity, it made sense that he missed smelling her perfume around, or hearing the way her voice travelled through his brain.

y/n had a calming effect on him, and right now, lando was anything but calm.

which is why he found himself going back to his old ways, in a club, surrounded by women he wouldn’t remember the next day. he was too gone to remember that people with cameras tend to follow him around, capturing his every move in 4k - and he was far too gone to realise that publicly he was in a relationship, a relationship that should not include him leaving a club with a blonde.

and of course, y/n had seen the images blasted over twitter, headlines titled “cheating scandal?” consuming her entire feed. it was hard to remind herself that this thing between her and lando was not real, it was all pretend. and no matter how many times she told herself that fact, y/n couldn’t help but feel jealousy consume her entire existence.

the flat had never felt so awkward than the week before their flight to japan for the next race. she had returned a few days after the incident, lando greeting her at the door with a tight hug and a kiss to her forehead, but something was off.

“you have fun?” he asked her offhandedly as they moved to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water for himself.

“i did,” she said with a smile, though her tone held malice, “did you?”

lando’s hands stopped opening the cap of the bottle as he breathed in sharply.

“the fuck does that mean?” he replied, his tone harsh in defence.

“i was just asking if you had a good time, lando,” y/n answered, “she looked pretty, your type.”

“nothing happened, y/n,” lando told her, his voice sounding almost guilty.

“it’s ok if something did happen - we aren’t actually together,” she assured him, even though she could feel the jealousy bubbling up inside her again, “can you just be more cautious next time? im not sure i enjoy being told i deserved to be cheated on every time i open twitter.”

“im sorry, y/n, i am. i dont know what i was thinking,” he apologised, his eyes still softening with his guilt.

“clearly not a lot,” she tutted, before moving to take her bags to her room.

the rest of the week followed a similar vibe - the two of them barely spoke if they didn’t have to, making a few affectionate public appearances to show the world that their relationship was as strong as ever… oh the irony y/n thought every time she saw something dismissing earlier lando’s actions. however, by the time they flew out to japan, the friendship between the two seemed to have recovered - lando had almost sighed in relief when he saw her smile at him again.

“where you off to today?” lando asked her, pacing around the hotel room as he packed his bag for the day.

“the marina,” she replied, smiling as she pulled her coat on, “looking at the fish.”

“gross.”

“what time is qualis?” y/n asked him, ignoring his statement.

“uhh…3 i think - but you should try and get there by 2?” he told her, glancing down at his phone to see the current time. lando strode over to her, cupping her face lightly as he pressed a quick kiss to her head - this was becoming second nature to him, and she wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

“perfect!” she replied, trying to stop the nervous blush rising her face, ignoring the way her stomach flipped, “ill be there,” she added before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and leaving the room. the moment the door closed, lando’s hand raised to touch where she had kissed him, smiling fondly at the thought.

he was utterly and truly fucked. how had he let himself fall for her? how could he continue to pretend to love her, when he really did?

y/n spent the rest of the morning in a similar state of panic, mentally shutting down at the prospect of loving lando and knowing he’d never feel the same. she hadn’t even intended to leave him today, but found herself quickly googling anything for her to do the moment she woke up with his arm wrapped tightly around her stomach and his head resting on her back. y/n needed space, she knew she couldn’t keep up their little act when her heart was slowly shattering every time he kissed her for the cameras.

so caught up in her own thoughts, she didn’t realise the time until it hit 2pm and she was stuck at the marina, desperately trying to find a taxi to get her to the track. and when she finally made it, y/n wish she hadn’t bothered.

lando was pacing angrily, talking under his breath as he checked his phone constantly - he only had 5 minutes before he needed to go down to the garage and get ready for qualifiers. the door slid open, and y/n walked through - ready to spurt out her apologies - but she stopped suddenly, sensing the anger looming in his room.

“where were you?” lando asked her, trying to keep himself calm, though the race nerves mixed with his temperament made that quite difficult.

“im sorry lan, i lost trac-”

“lost track of time? found something more interesting to do? save it, i don’t wanna hear your excuses,” he argued back, interrupting her with his ever loudening tone.

“you’d know all about ‘finding something more interesting’, wouldn’t you,” y/n replied, her own voice raising to meet his. if there’s one thing y/n will do, it’s stand up for herself, even when all she wanted to do was kiss him. dont kiss him, hit him she told herself.

“fuck you,” he spat, shoving past her to leave the room.

“at least im here!” she shouted back down the hallway, desperate for the last word

y/n stayed in the room for qualifiers, trying to stop the tears running down her face before lando returned. she hoped his anger was only heightened by his nerves, praying that after securing P3 he would return as his normal self, laughing and joking with her. in a strange way, she wanted cameras on them, she wanted him to be affectionate with her - she needed him to comfort her.

the woman walked nervously down to the garage, hoping to catch him quickly before he had to run off for media duties. maybe now he had secured a solid start position for tomorrows race he would be more willing to have a mature, sensible conversation with her.

or not.

lando spotted her immediately, pulling her arm quickly to lead her round to a secluded area outside the garage. he wasn’t angry at her, he was angry at himself for letting it get this far. he was so irritated, he couldn’t even spare a moment to see the fear in her eyes as he took in a deep breath.

he wasn’t angry at her, but he didn’t know how else to express his overwhelming emotions.

“what do you want? make it quick, ive got media to do,” he snapped, letting go of her arm as they stopped walking. she rubbed at it, her skin still burning from his tight grip.

“i just wanted to see you lan, congratulate you,” she replied softly, biting back tears once more.

“oh now you want to be here to support me?” he breathed out, crossing his arms over his chest.

“what does that mean?”

“i let you come with me to help with your career, and yet you can’t even turn up to support mine. i knew you were selfish but thi-”

“selfish?” she argued, trying to keep her voice low, “me? selfish? i haven’t got enough fingers to count the amount of times you’ve missed my important things because you were busy with your career. and have i complained once?”

“well no but-”

“but nothing, lando. i can’t even pretend to love this version of you,” she ranted, her anger being overcome with sadness, “you know what? fix your own reputation - or don’t. i don’t care what or who you do anymore,” she finished, turning on her heel and storming away from him.

he wanted to follow her, he wanted to hold her close as he apologised. lando knew he was being selfish, he knew it wasn’t fair to string her along under the pretence of saving his career. he knew he could no longer pretend, not with her and not with the public. lando needed her in every sense of the word. but duty calls, so he settles on dealing with this later, sitting her down and telling her the truth, even if it had the potential to destroy their friendship - he figured he couldn’t make it any worse.

but y/n isn’t at the track when he finishes up for the day, and she’s not at the hotel when he returns - and neither are her belongings. lando checked his phone repeatedly, messaging her desperately.

he fell to the bed, head in his hands as he tried to regulate his breathing.

she was gone, and it was all his fault.

✧ i know that you're perfect for me

…tell me that you're sorry

…won't you please just take my heart again ✧

it took a few weeks for lando to finally stop messaging her, though y/n noticed an increase in visits from max, their mutual friend, under the guise of “just checking in” on his childhood friend. y/ wasn’t stupid, she knew who was behind max’s sudden interest in her wellbeing. but max was stupid either, he knew why the two of them had taken this fall out so hard.

“you did what?” max shouted in shock.

“i asked her to pretend to be girlfriend so i could keep my job,” lando sighed, hiding his face in his hands.

“you’re stupid.”

“i know.”

“in what world was that ever going to end well?”

“the world where i didn’t realise i actually do fancy her?” lando replied quietly, questioning his own admission.

“im so stupid,” max replied.

“how are you the stupid one here?”

“stupid for believing the two of you had finally worked out what has been right in front of you since we were 13.”

lando was desperate. he needed to talk to her, he needed to tell her how he felt - but for now, he settled with knowing she was ok.

“she’s alive and healthy - and she had pizza for lunch,” max told him over the phone, growing tired of this weekly routine the two of them had started.

“but she’s doing ok, right?”

“she’s good, lan,” he reassured, neglecting to tell him the part where she cried on him about losing her best friend over a trivial, child-like crush.

“but…?” lando asked, sensing there was more.

“but - she still doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“i could’ve guessed that one, thanks mate.”

“hey dont get mean with me - im just doing what you asked.”

“i know, sorry.”

“don’t apologise to me, find a way to fix this you muppet.”

y/n was not ok, spending most of her nights alone, scrolling through social media seeing the rumours about her and lando’s supposed split - “she’s wasn’t at the race” “i saw her leaving suzuka crying” “he looks so sad in interviews”. why do they care so much? but they aren’t wrong, she thought.

she began looking for a job, but nothing seemed as exciting as the work she’d done with mclarens environmental programme - which seemed to no longer be an option. unbeknownst to her, mclaren also loved the work she had done with them - her presence was greatly missed in the garage by many, especially those on the receiving end of lando’s current outbursts.

y/n’s phone lit up the entire room, the notification cutting through the silence of her room, breaking her away from her own thoughts.

y/n was still convinced this was a trick, luring her to miami under the pretence of work so that oscar could push her head first into a trap. the thought stuck with her throughout her plane journey, as she checked in to her hotel, even up to the moment she knocked on oscar’s door to discuss the project. she was waiting for lando to appear, push her into a locked room and force her to talk to him.

“…’but if i talk to him, ill end up telling him why i ran, and how i feel about him, then he’ll reject me, laugh in my face and im back to feeling sorry for myself,” she told oscar, having finished giving him the run down for their project, and allowing the conversation to move to the elephant in the room - what had happened between her and lando.

“im sure that’s not true,” he replied, feeling sad for the girl in front of him, though he already knew most of the story from hearing lando’s self-destructive rants.

she opened her mouth to responded, but was stopped by a sharp knock at the door.

“oscar? are you ready to go?” a familiar voice called from the other side, sending y/n’s blood cold, her eyes widening in panic.

“what the fuck, oscar?” she whispered shouted, feeling betrayed.

“i didn’t know he was coming y/n, i swear, i’d never do that to you,” oscar reassured her truthfully, although slightly beaming as a plan formulated in his head, “stay there, ill tell him to meet me downstairs.”

oscar stood, moving to open the door slightly.

“hey mate - just got some things to sort out, ill meet you downstairs in 15?”

“sure,” lando nodded, turning to leave, but not before his eyes drifted into the room, spotting the same pair of flowery vans that had spent months sitting in his hallway. y/n’s vans.

lando walked down to the lobby, taking a seat as he waited for oscar, his mind consumed with the fact that y/n was here, in miami, in his hotel. why was she here? why hadn’t she told him? was she still avoiding him?

“he-”

“where is she?” lando interrupted the australian the moment he approached.

“’hi oscar, are you ready to go?’ would’ve been my response but ok,” oscar replied.

“where is she, oscar?” lando continued, determined.

“she doesn’t want to see you.”

“i know,” he replied bluntly, “why is she here?”

“y/n was invited to join mclaren as an advisor on a new climate video,” oscar gave in, replying as professionally as he could - he wasn’t here to discuss their ‘breakup’.

that’s a lie, he’s pretty sure zak asked him to do another environmental video purely to suggest that he contacted y/n to be an advisor. and he’s absolutely certain that zak, equally as fed up with lando’s attitude, was looking for a reason to bring the two back together.

“who invited her? where is she staying?” lando quizzed him as they walked towards the car, doubting he’d even get an answer.

“zak invited her, he appreciated the work she did for us in australia,” oscar replied, ignoring his second question. lando hummed in response, if oscar wouldn’t tell him, he would find out for himself.

it was only a press day, so lando split from his teammate and began his hunt for zak brown. it wasn’t hard, the man was wearing bright orange and had a laugh that could be heard for miles.

“hey zak,” he started.

“hey lando, what can i do for you?” zak asked, glancing at his at a text on his phone quickly before giving lando his full attention.

“how are you?” lando asked hastily, beginning his attempt to bombard his boss with questions till he slipped up.

“im good.”

“what are you doing today?”

“just going over some things with the team.”

“what do you think the weather will be like on sunday?”

“war-”

“where’s she staying?”

“the marriot i-” zak replied, pretending to stutter as he answered, feigning shock at accidentally revealing the hotel.

“thanks zak, love you,” lando called out as he jogged out. zak smirked to himself, replying to oscar’s message.

z → mission complete.

o → you made sure it looked like an accident, right?

z → jesus oscar i just told him the hotel name i didn’t kill him

of course lando couldn’t leave the track immediately, he had a job to do first. but the moment he became free for the evening, he was off, arriving at the hotel in record time. there were many cons to being a recognisable face, but a pro of being so famous was a hotel receptionist who barely batted an eyelid as lando demanded to know the room number of y/n l/n.

his knuckles rapped on the door quickly, his heartrate beating rapidly as he did. this could go so many ways, and most of them were not good. the door swung open, his eyes coming to look at the woman in front of him - she looked good, but she looked different, like something was missing.

“lando? what are yo- OSCAR!” she called out, turning to look back into the room, the door widening as she did revealing his teammate sat at the desk, “did you do this?”

“not me,” he replied, holding his hands up in defence. her head spun back around to look at lando, she was taking him in. he had a plaster on his nose, the curls were alive and well, and his everlasting tan ran the expanse of his skin. she didn’t want to admire him, but damn, miami was treating him well.

“go away i dont want to see you,” she announced suddenly, trying to shut the door but finding his foot blocking it.

“i know you don’t, but i need you to just listen to me, please. and then you can shut the door and never have to deal with me again,” he told her, pleading.

“oscar’s here.”

“actually, i should probably get going,” oscar announced moving to grab his stuff to leave. y/ns head shot back around, her eyes shooting daggers at him as if to say ‘dont you dare leave me alone with him right now’ to which he merely shrugged and walked out.

lando closed the door behind him, moving the two of them back into the room - y/n sat down awkwardly on the edge of the bed as he remained stood in front of her.

“what do you need to tell me?” she asked him impatiently.

“y/n, these last few weeks have been hell for me. i know i hurt you, i said some horrible stuff that you really didn’t deserve and i will do anything for you to forgive me and move past this,” he said, pausing before adding, “i don’t know about yo-”

“oh, so it wasn’t you sending max to “check in on me” every week?” she interrupted, her eyebrows quirking with her accusation.

“you worked that one out then?” lando replied, laughing slightly, relief washing over him that she didn’t seem angry at him.

“it was so obvious! since when has max ever felt the need to check im doing ok ever? let alone every week?”

“i sent him because i care about you y/n. you weren’t responding to my messages, dodging my calls,” he told her, watching her smile slightly, a blush rising her face.

“so why are you here now?”

“look, this whole ‘thing’,” he started, waving his arms to indicate he meant whatever the two of them were doing, “it started as something purely to benefit the both of our careers. but i think somewhere down the line, it turned into something more. something that should’ve happened years ago,” he told her, his heart ready to beat its way out of his chest and jump out the window.

the two sat in silence for a moment, y/n mulled over his words in her head. this is what she wanted, wasn’t it? she wanted him to love her the way she loved him. so, why did she feel so apprehensive about letting him back in?

“i know you felt it too, y/n,” lando said again, not letting her thoughts distract her too far.

“feel,” she said bluntly.

“huh?”

“you said felt. i still feel that way about you lan.”

“then why won’t you let me in?”

“you said some really nasty stuff to me, lan. really horrible stuff that had me reconsidering my entire life. you’re lucky i even let you stay. why couldn’t you just be honest with me - instead of pushing me away?”

“i didn’t know how to,” he admitted, stepping closer to her, “if i had a time machine, i would take back everything i said. id go back and slap some fucking sense into myself.”

lando now stood directly in front of her, his thighs brushing her knees lightly as his hand moved to her face, wiping away a tear she didn’t even know what trailing down her cheek. his fingers tucked a lose strand of hair behind her ear before settling on cupping her jaw lightly.

“can you forgive me?” he asked her softly, thumb stroking at her cheek.

“it’s not all your fault, lan. i could’ve said something too,” she told him.

“please just say you forgive me so i can kiss you, you idiot,” he laughed out.

“forgiven,” y/n said quickly, her head tilting so that their lips met. it was familiar, the feeling his lips on hers, but this time there was a sense of urgency. a sense of love that was absent anytime they had kissed before. his tongue swiped at her bottom lip, desperate for more which she granted happily, as her hands moved to rest in his hair, tugging at the curls lightly.

“fuck, y/n. ‘missed you so much,” he moaned out, the grip on his hair sending his mind blank.

“missed you too,” she replied as he moved to kiss down her neck softly, “even if you were a bit of a dick.”

“let me make it up to you?” lando teased, nipping at the skin of her neck whilst his fingers toyed with the hem of her top.

“there’s a lot to make up for.”

“ive got time,” he replied, pulling the fabric away from her body fully. her hands reached out, grabbing at his mclaren polo to remove it as well, dropping it next to herself on the bed.

lando laid her back on the bed, hovering over her as he continued kissing down the flesh of her torso.

“y/n i forgot m-” oscar started, barging back into the room, “oh my god, ive been gone what…? 3 minutes? how have you already taken your clothes off?” he exclaimed with a laugh.

“fuck off!” y/n and lando called out in unison, lando reaching for his top and launching it in oscar’s direction.

“ok ok, im going,” he replied, raising his hands again in defence, “stay safe kids,” he added before leaving the room, his forgotten phone now in tow.

“kids?” lando muttered, “im older than him?”

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faithlouiseak omg can’t wait to hear it

taliamar i love you 🤍😭

wroetoshaw so proud my girl

y/nfan200 omg it’s coming out on harry’s bday

w2synlove HARRYS BDAY IS THE RELEASE DATE😭

w2sfanpage omg every song is gonna be dedicated to harry i can’t even

sidemenw2s4 no way 🥺🥺🥺🥺

ynfanpage does this mean we’re getting a tour?? 🤯

taliamar posted an instagram story! wroetoshaw posted an instagram story!

y/n posted a photo!

liked by wroetoshaw and 490,249 others! y/n_username celebrating the new album with my forever muse 🤍

tagged: wroetoshaw

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wroetoshaw cheers for posting one with me posing

ynfan2 harry being y/n’s biggest fan 🥺

w2sfanpage trained harry so well to take pics

freyanightingale you are glowing 😍

gkbarry gorgeous girl

bambinobecky 🔥🔥🔥

y/n_username posted a photo!

liked by wroetoshaw & 432,029 others! y/n_username first night performing the new album 'golden hour'! just want to say a big thank you to everyone who has supported me and to everyone who came to watch last night, i love you all. most importantly a big thank you to my muse, harry, love you forever, you are the best supporter ever <3

taliamar best night ever!!!

freyanightingale this outfit omg

wroetoshaw 😍

r0sielewis you gorgeous girl

faithlouiseak so proud

geenelly so fit 🔥🔥🔥

sidemanxfan i need to get tour tickets!!!

harryxlewisfan my fave song is greedy <333

miaxmon unreal outfit

w2slover her muse being harry melts my heart

2 months before november 24th - the album release After months of honing her craft, Y/N had finally finished recording her second music album. The album was a culmination of her dreams. Each song was like a labor of love, a piece of her heart poured out for everyone to hear. And the album was about something very special. Someone who Y/N spent every breathing moment thinking about. Someone who she loved so dearly. Her Harry. She was sure nearly all the songs on the album were dedicated to him and she had been hiding them away from him, waiting for the right moment to show him what she’d been working on.

One evening, a few weeks before November 24th (Harry’s birthday & the release date for her album), Y/N had returned home with excitement in her heart. She finally had a copy of her new album in her hands. Stepping through the front door she was greeted by the familiar scent of Harry's favourite candle mingling with the aroma of something delicious cooking in the kitchen. The smell of home met her at the door everyday and it was something she'd never get tired of.

She kicked off her shoes and padded through the hallway, anticipation bubbling in her chest. Into the sitting room she went to find Harry lying on their navy sofa, his phone in his hand, scrolling on tiktok. His eyes flicked up at the sound of her pattering across the floor in her socks. Putting his phone on the arm of the sofa, he got up to greet her with a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

This was a daily routine for Y/N and Harry - either one of them coming through the day later than the other and just immediately embracing each other. The feeling of comfort was unmatched.

“You’re finally home,” he said, wrapping his hands around her frame “-i’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too H.” Y/n replied slightly muffled as her head was resting against his chest.

As she pulled away slightly from their hug, Harry could feel some sort of hard plastic digging into his side. With furrowed brows, he looked down at the item in her hands and then back up at Y/N, still as confused as he had been originally.

“What have you wasted your money on today?” he joked, remembering every silly little thing Y/N had bought ranging from outfits for the dog to matching toothbrush holders - she had an obsession with buying the most random, useless stuff and most of it was left for Harry to store away in the spare room once she realized it was no use to her anymore.

“Nothing,” she laughed, gently hitting him in the chest. “Here, come sit back down, I’ve something to show you.”

Leading him back to his original seat on the coach, Y/N walked just a few steps behind the sofa, placing the CD into a blue stereo sat on a small table. Harry watched as she put the CD in, curiosity overwhelming him, his eyes following her as she sat back down next to him, crossing her legs, eyes beaming with excitement and her stomach full of butterflies.

“Just listen,” she said.

As the first notes filled the room, Harry listened intently, his heart swelling with pride as he recognised Y/N’s unmistakable voice.

With the album progressing as each song ended and a new one began, Harry’s eyes grew larger and he felt his hands reaching out to hold Y/N’s. Each song seemed to speak directly to him, capturing moments from their relationship with clarity and emotion. He listened in awe as Y/N poured her heart and soul into every lyric, baring the deepest thoughts and feelings for the world to heart. Whilst Harry wasn’t the biggest fan of public displays of affection, this album was the completely opposite, he was so proud of her.

By the time the last song faded away, Y/N was sat with a big grin on her face and Harry had one to match her on his . A feeling of love and gratitude was overflowing in his heart - to be fair he always had that feeling around Y/N but something about these songs and her face smiling up at him made his heart want to explode.

“Every song…it’s about us, isn’t it?” he whispered.

Y/N nodded, her eyes shining with love. “Yes, H. Every lyric in every song, all for you,”

''You soppy bastard,'' he grinned, laughing as she rolled her eyes.

''What do you think of it?'' Y/N asked, eyebrows furrowed, ''is it too soppy?''

''Not at all,'' Harry paused, ''I love it - honestly.''

''Really?'' Y/N smiled. She knew Harry was never one to lie to her so him expressing that he actually liked the album was a great feeling for her - he truly meant it.

''Yes, really'' Harry confirmed. ''I mean, it's no KSI but I'd definitely give it a listen on Spotify.''

He received a light swat on the back of the head ''Oh shut up.''

Echoes of his laugh filled the sitting room as he held onto Y/N's hands, eyes meeting hers. ''Being serious now, it's the best thing I've heard in a while, m' so proud of you my girl.'' And with a kiss of her forehead, Y/N relaxed, content she had her boy's approval.

a/n: hope you all enjoyed! been in my drafts so thought i'd finally post <3333

#w2s #wroetoshaw #w2s x reader #harry wroetoshaw #harry lewis #harry w2s #sidemen #w2s fic #w2s imagine #wroetoshaw imagine #wroetoshaw oneshot #hollytoshaw #chris md #arthurtv #sidemen x reader

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mailb0xbunii · 9 months

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closeups and explanations of all the details in my big , big c!aimsey ; a semi-long post

i worked long and hard on this piece so reblogs are greatly appreciated ^_^ !!!

1. scrapbook formatting ; i've had this headcanon since the early days of c!aimsey that she keeps anything they can keep their hands on in a big , big journal/scrapbook . everything from flowers to drawings to daily journal entries . and this entire piece is just a mishmash of things they've collected over the years !

the spools of thread and pin cushion are a little callback to another hc i have that bloom taught their self to sew from a young age to repair damaged clothes :-)

2. c!guqqie's drawing ; this part is a little drawing i imagine cguq gave caims not too long after they met ! i tried my best to replicate guqqie's style while putting my own spin on it . the stickers were added by cguq , as shown by the Attempt at making them weathered .

3. photos and polaroids ; c!aimsey takes a lot of photos , much like cc!aimsey does ! so i made sure to include a handful

first off , past friends from the bearsmp : in order we have c!bear and c!bill on the top row with c!neptune and c!moonzy on the bottom . no other comments to add i just miss them :'-)

okay i realize now that this one doesn't make sense in the canon timeline , but i enjoy drawing c!ranboo much more than ghostboo so .....

and that's what i hc c!ran's handwriting looks like ! they used a glitter gel pen ^_^

and the c!guqqie polaroid is definitely one of my favorite parts of the entire piece . she just looks so happy here :'-))) . the butterfly is a small tortoiseshell butterfly , which are native to ireland . just for funsies bc cc!guqqie is irish lol

4. michael's drawing ; this one is another personal favorite ! i feel like i nailed the look of a child's drawing pretty well ^_^

this one is also up to interpretation . can michael see c!guqqie's ghost ? idk ! that's up to you ! (and those blurry dots are tear stains hehe)

5. c!aimsey playlist receipt ; this part was inspired by those spotify receipts . except i made this one by hand with a few songs from the official c!aimsey playlist made by aimsey themself . yeah it was pretty tedious but i'm proud of the outcome

6. extra bits ; stickers , stamps , and tickets to fill the empty spots ! adds to that scrapbook-y look too

7. c!aimsey info card ; no closeup for this one because i Did Not draw this part ! if i remember correctly , early bsmp members had a little passport-like infocard to go along with their addition to the server .

the original artist is FruitlegsWorks on twitter !

#buniiarts #buniidoodles #both art tags just bc lol #buniiwords #c!aimsey #hope for an endless sunset #(the rest of the tags are just for reach ngl)#c!guqqie #c!sunshipduo #c!ranboo #michael beloved #c!billzo #c!bear #c!neptune #c!moonzy #moonzycat #y'all i skipped class and doing my hw to sort out this post .......#my stomach hurts oops

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ztarvokwrites · 8 months

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Philip Graves - Ghosted 'til the Party

a/n: very shitty title, i know, but i couldn't really think of anything better lmfao. anywho, this is something different—something i've been wanting to write about fandom-wise for a while. i just hope it lives up the cod fanfic community's standards lol! anywho, enjoy!

synopsis: reader and philip match on tinder, but after he ghosts her on they day they were supposed to meet, she refuses to talk to him again. that is, until they meet at a friends' party.

pairing: philip graves x fem! reader

tw: none!

word count: 1,651

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You weren’t really looking for anything serious when you mindlessly swiped through matches on Tinder. In reality, you just wanted a hookup—something to numb the empty feeling resonating in your heart, even if just for a little while. Yet, the world seemed to have other plans for you as you suddenly matched with a rather attractive man on the dating app, your phone vibrating as it came up as a Super Like—whatever that means. Your eyes lit up upon seeing the man’s face on his profile, and your heart began to skip a beat as he messaged you first with a simple: “Hey, darlin’.”

For days, you texted this man, giving him your number after two days and getting on a phone call with him. Your suspicions that he had a Southern American accent were proven right when he greeted you, the sound of his voice making your cheeks heat up. Unsurprisingly, the man was quite the charmer, complimenting your voice and your photos left and right without skipping a beat.

Soon enough, you two agreed to meet one day at a nearby coffee shop. The day came, and you decided to dress casual for the meeting. To say you were ecstatic was an understatement—you were thrilled beyond words. Your heart was racing in your chest as you sat down at a table, texting your date that you were there waiting for him, to which he responded that he might be late due to personal reasons. Brushing it off, you sat there patiently and waited for a few minutes.

Those minutes soon turned into two hours. He was supposed to meet you at the coffee shop two hours ago, and yet he wasn’t here. It didn’t take too long for the heartache to settle in as you realised he had simply ghosted you. Slumping into your chair, you eventually ordered a coffee to go and left the establishment with a small frown on your face. As you walked to your car, you texted him.

“If you couldn’t make it, you could’ve just said so. You didn’t need to waste my time like that.”

After sending that, you hesitantly blocked him and got into your car, taking the long way home so you can keep yourself intact with some songs from your Spotify playlist. Ever since then, you stopped using Tinder altogether, deleting your profile and removing the app from your phone without hesitation.

Months fly by like a flock of birds, and your friends’ party is just around the corner. You were hesitant to go, but ultimately decided to join in on the festivities as—admittedly—you were beginning to feel quite lonely. Maybe you’d be able to find someone for a quick hook-up like you used to do. It wasn’t long until the day arrived, though, and you soon found yourself arriving at the venue for your friends’ party.

The place was packed—filled to the brim with both your friends and theirs. Once spotting your friends, you walked over and greeted them, smiling brightly and laughing as you drank your favourite beverage, the liquid running down your throat and soothing whatever nerves you had left.

“Hey, Y/N,” One of your friends began, rather tipsy. “What happened to the Tinder date you told us about?” You looked at her, a brow raised as you cleared your throat.

“Didn’t I tell you already? He stood me up, so I left and blocked him,” Your response made her comically gasp, making your lips curl into an amused smile. “Relax! I’m used to it!”

“Well, you shouldn’t be! You’re a stunning woman! Why would any guy ghost you like that—”

“Hey, Y/N, right?” A sudden voice made you turn your head, the slight Southern drawl drawing your memories back to him. God, he was even more attractive in real life. His blue eyes looked into yours and his charming, almost apologetic smile made your heart skip a beat. Your friends awkwardly cleared their throats and left you two alone to speak. But, your mind remembered the day where you were embarrassed beyond belief—waiting in a coffee shop for hours, thinking he’d show up—and your heart swelled with pure anger. Before he got a chance to speak again, you turned away, ignoring him completely.

“Hey, look. I’m really sorry for letting you wait like that,” He began again, quickly catching up to you as you tried to walk away. You shot him a glare, but still didn’t say anything. “You were right in your text—I should’ve told you that I wasn’t able to make it,” You refused to speak, his yapping only made you angrier. “Please, just talk to me!”

“And say what, exactly?” You snapped, putting a hand on your hip. “That I forgive you for ghosting me? That I forgive you for embarrassing me? I waited hours for you, Philip! Hours! And you suddenly show up and talk to me as if nothing happened?!”

“Look, I’m sorry. Truly, I am,” Philip responded, sighing. He cautiously took a hold of your hand, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles. You surprised yourself when you didn’t pull away. “...Is there a place we can talk… Alone?”

Reluctantly, you agreed and took him by the hand to the garden outside. The two of you took a seat on a bench, in a view just below the stars that twinkle in the night. Turning to Philip, you spoke, your tone coming off more harsh now that the two of you were alone.

“So? Care to explain yourself, or are you going to smooth talk me into forgiving you?” Your tone of bitter sarcasm didn’t go unnoticed by the man, causing him to sigh and take your hands into his again.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean to ghost you that day. There’s a lot of things that you don’t know about me,” His voice held a tone of genuineness to it, the Southern drawl only emphasising that. Your brows raised slightly, a silent urge to continue as you stared at him. “...I know on my Tinder profile, it doesn’t have my occupation. That’s because I’m trying to keep women like you safe from my line of work… But now, I see that's not the right way to go about things. I should have told you this earlier, but you deserve to know. Y/N, I work in the military.”

The man ripped it off like a bandaid, the way he said it sounded rushed and cautious, like you were going to disappear just like that. Your silence spoke for you, the surprise on your face evident by the way your eyes widened. It all made sense now—the reason why he ghosted you was because of his job.

“I’m a CEO of a military company, to be more precise. The day we were supposed to meet, my team was called into a very urgent mission,” His thumbs rubbed over your knuckles again as you listened intently, your mouth drawn into a thin line as he continued to explain everything to you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that sooner, darlin’. I just… I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me. There are people who can be after me at any given moment. I don’t want a pretty angel like you to be caught up in that.”

A moment of silence is shared between you two, broken occasionally by the sounds of crickets and owls hooting and hollering during the night. As you look into his eyes, you can feel how sorry he is about everything. Your heart seems to thaw and beat again, a small heat rushing to your cheeks as your feelings for him return in one gut punch. Eyes flickering to your connected hands, you speak again, your voice a softer tone than you originally had before.

“...Well,” You began, clearing your throat as your hands squeezed him slightly, making him smile a little. You look up in time to see the soft expression on his face, the dimples on his cheeks making you want to melt. “It definitely would’ve been nice for you to have given me at least a heads up about that,” Philip’s head nods at this, his thumbs still rubbing over your knuckles as you scoot a little bit closer to him. Another silence. Another wave of crickets cricketing and owls hooting. A sigh leaves your lips as you look at him, your own lips curling into a smile. “...I suppose I can give you another chance, since you were so open with me about your job.”

Almost immediately, his eyes lit up like the lights on a Christmas tree upon hearing your words, his smile growing bigger as he held your hands tighter. The sight alone was enough to make your heart stop momentarily.

“Really…? ‘Cause I’d be delighted to show you my favourite date spots,” He spoke again, looking deep into your eyes as you nod. “I will do anything and everything in my power to make it up to you, doll, I can promise you that. You deserve to be treated like a damn Queen—I’ll make sure of that.” His smooth words made you blush harder, your eyes boring into his oceans of blue that made you drown in them. A small chuckle left your lips at his promises, his seriousness making him look more attractive than before.

“Well, since you’re so adamant on making things right, then why don’t you start by buying me a drink? We can get to know each other better that way, don’t you think?” Your suggestion made him smile again, his head moving in a swift nod as he stood up and helped you stand.

“I’d love to, darlin’. It’d be my pleasure.” Philip spoke, walking you back inside and smooth-talking you until your face was red. Needless to say, you did way more than just have a drink that night.

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#ztarvokwrites #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod x reader #philip graves #philip graves x reader #call of duty x reader

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heliads · 1 year

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Hi, congrats on 7k!! May I have a 💌: love letter with Leo Valdez? I go by she/her. I get pretty anxious when thrown in certain situations rather that be talking to a group of people or just one person. But when I get to know someone I never stop talking. I am a ranter and rambler which means I could be ranting about something that happened and then start talking about something else that may or may not be related to the original subject. Though I do enjoy listening to other people talk. I am considered the mom friend because I tend to be the most logical. I'm also a very determined, stubborn person who usually is kinda pessimistic but still has a huge imagination. And despite all the anxiety I am usually a relatively confident person and am not afraid to take up for anyone I care about. Also I am pretty good in school despite having a kinda bad memory. Also an INTJ and Sagittarius.

I absolutely love writing, art, music, reading, and watching various shows/movies. I also really like walking around and enjoying nature. There's a few nature trails I love going on and would go to the zoo every weekend if I had the chance. Which also goes along to my love for animals. Also I do like going to random places with my friends.

And that's about all I can think of to say, hope it wasn't too much lol. But anyways, thanks in advance :)

i am also a walking believer. i love going places

Leo always gets nervous at the campfires. He can’t help it. It’s a reflex from the machine shop fire, he supposes, flames get a little too tall when no one seems to be paying attention and he can’t help but freak out. Leo is supposed to be sitting with the rest of the Hephaestus cabin now, but he’s clinging to the outskirts of the whole gathering, knees hugged close to his chest as he tries and fails to convince himself that he is in control.

Someone’s shadow darkens the grass in front of him, and seconds later there’s another camper sitting by his side. Leo recognizes her in a second: Y/N L/N, one of Leo’s better friends at camp. She knows enough to identify his physical signs of distress, and offers a solution accordingly.

“Distraction?” She asks.

“Please,” Leo replies. Anything to get him out of his own head.

And she talks to him. She talks to him about everything. Pop culture news she should have no way of knowing since they’re not supposed to have Internet access at camp. The training drills they did this morning. Even the campfire songs, rating them on a scale of ‘gods-awful’ to ‘put this on Spotify ASAP.’ How much she wants to explore the woods surrounding camp even though they’re totally filled with monsters.

As she continues, Leo lets the sound of her voice fill his eyes, blocking out all the stress, all the fear. He feels his fingers unclench from each other, his shoulders lose their stiffness. She carries him away on a billowing wave of her words, and Leo is alright. Of course he is.

He blinks and she’s gone silent, staring out at the fire instead of him. When she notices him looking, she grins, a slight tint of self-deprecation shading her eyes from their previous shine.

“Sorry,” Y/N murmurs, “I have a habit of rambling. Tell me to stop next time, alright?”

“No,” Leo says a little too quickly, “No, please don’t. Keep going, actually. If you want, that is. I– I liked hearing you talk. A lot.”

Y/N flashes him this smile, and Leo thinks his heart might overload. “Well,” she grins, “if you say so.”

She remembers something that had happened yesterday, a funny story involving a satyr, four new demigods, and way too much celestial bronze. Leo tilts his head back and lets himself take it all in. The stars, the fire, her. Everything is perfect.

thank you for taking part in my 7k celebration!

#leo valdez #pjo #7k celebration

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rainbowcrowley · 2 months

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For the GO ask game — 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10, 14, 15 please :)

thanks, ginger! that's a lot and i'm sure i've already answered a few of those - let's see!

1. when did you first watch/discover good omens, and how did you find out about it?

already answered here!

2. do you have any merch?

besides the book itself: a bentley enamel pin a friend gave me as a birthday present and some prints of fanart on my cupboard.. not really, sadly. i should get one of those bildad the shuhite t shirts i've seen people wear in tiktok videos lol

3. have you created any fanart or fanfiction, or really any content for the fandom?

already answered here!

4. what is (if you read) your favorite good omens longfic?

ho BOY here we go. there's a few, and i can't list them all bc that would take forever, but i also can't just list one story bc that is nigh impossible, so i'll give you my top 5: Slow Show, The Anon Before Christmas (by the incredible @foolishlovers!), The Grindr Logo Doesn't Even Have a 'G' In It, Or Be Nice & (just finished and i am Not Okay) Good Expectations.

i consider everything multi-chaptered and over 50k words as a long fic. some of these aren't that long and one is over 200k, so.. yeah. also, heads up, always read the tags first and also most of these are rated Explicit. :)

5. what is (if you read) your favourite good omens one-shot?

again, i've read some many fantastic one-shots that i lost count. but the first thing coming to mind (yes i know i'm biased shh) is the first story of my best friend's ( @beccibarnes) series Not A One-Night Stand: 14 times they canonically fucked ("naons" for short). i remember her pitching the idea for this series to me and it was/is so much fun brainstorming all the ideas with her. i'm honoured that she let me beta-read them all and i can't wait for the future fics to come :') (no pressure tho, becci, i know how busy life was recently <3)

6. who is your favourite side character?

already answered here!

9. have you seen any other work by david tennant and/or michael sheen?

already answered here!

10. have you ever imagined or created a crossover with another fandom for good omens? which one, and what was it about?

i haven't thought of any crossovers - tbh they're not really my cup of tea - BUT imagined two au's, one more or less as a joke, and one "serious" one. the first, joke-y one is a human au that takes place in the city i live in (hamburg, germany) (don't ask) (idk how i came up with that). this one is mostly in my head, but even tho it's kinda silly, i really like it.

the second, more serious one is, again, a human au: a ballet dancer au. just bc i watched some documentary about ballet and the one male dancer they interviewed looked somewhat like david tennant... you get the gist. i have some idea written down in a dusty google doc, but that's it.

14. what is your favorite good omens-coded song?

already answered here and here!

15. do you have any good omens playlists?

not my own ones - but i saved some made by others on spotify heh

ask game for people in the good omens fandom!

#damn that was a lot - thanks!#this is so much fun ahh #ask games #answered #celestialcrowley #good omes

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shojislady · 11 months

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2. PISSBABY TSUKISHIMA

"BYE MA!! LOVE YOU TOO! SEE YOU AFTER SCHOOL!" y/n screamed out as she shut the door behind her. today was the day that y/n started school at karasuno high. she wasn't nervous, not at all. y/n never had any trouble making friends. she was an outgoing person and was easy to get along with.

(lol imagine)

beginning her walk to school, she decided to text the group chat to see how everyone was doing. the gc was originally made by the twins and y/n for chaotic reasons, but sooner or later they actually used the group chat for important reasons like planning or just occasionally checking up on each other.

'i miss them, but I'm gon beat them up when i see them. wanna act all tough cuz I'm 10 ½ hours away. just wait till i visit them.' y/n thought.

this is basically the format for each conversation that happens. y/n going into the group chat to check up on everyone to make sure they're okay, then the twins start ganging up on her until kyoya gets annoyed and tells them to stfu because he's trying to relax and he can't silence his phone. it was funny because when they got back to school, she would pretend like nothing ever happened and continued to flirt with kyoya.

"oh, there's the school!" she pointed out to literally no one. there were a bunch of students flooding in the gate. "gauh LEE.. that's a lot of damn people.”

she continued her slow pace to the school, not really caring about what time she got there, as long as she was before lunch. she was gonna be a bit late, either way, seeing as she had to go to the front office for her schedule.

"well, time to go beast mode." #alpha

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

"All right Ms. l/n, welcome to our class! go sit behind yamaguchi. Yams! raise ur hand!" the teacher yelled out. y/n had gotten to school on time, but joined the rest of the students during their third class, since the VP took her on a small tour of the school after giving her the schedule.

she scanned through the sea of students to see a timid-looking boy raising his hand. he was cute, and looked to be a few inches taller than y/n. he had freckles and a nice mop of green hair standing on top of his head. if his face was red, he'd be a human strawberry.

with her black and blonde faux locs swaying behind her, she went to sit in her newly designated seat behind the boy who was now known as yamaguchi. she pulled out a notebook and opened it to a blank page, which was deemed useless seeing that she had already learned what was being taught.

bored, she pulled out her headphones, opening spotify, she pulled up her chill playlist, she clicked shuffle play, smiled, and relaxed a bit seeing the first song that came up. it was ' Big Poppa - the notorious b.i.g'. it was one of her favorite songs to chill to.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

"hey, it's time for science... " was what y/n heard as she removed her headphones. it was yams, telling her that it's time for the next subject.

now that she had the slight chance to talk to him, she decided to say what had been on her mind for when she saw him.

"thanks. y'know, you're really cute by the way. you look like someone i'd accidentally bump into in the street and u'd apologize and i'd say "no really its all my fault" then start talking to much cuz i got nervous. that's a compliment by the way."

'...what?' yams was shocked yet confused. he wasn't used to out of the blue compliments like that, or really at all. especially not from girls, and a really attractive one at that. but aside from the initial shock, why the fuck was it so specific and detailed?

"oh! uhm- thank you! you're really pretty yourself!"

"thank you! and thanks for waking me up! wanna be friends?"

"oh, no problem. and sure!! "

'that was odd...' tadashi thought to himself as he turned to face front. "damn, that was quick, yamaguchi" his childhood friend, tsukishima, teased. "im surprised you didn't stutter ur ass off.”

tsukishima kei was a very tall individual. he had short, blonde hair and was more on the thinner, lanky side.

"oh piss off tsuki, ur just mad that i talked to the pretty new girl before you, loser." yams shot back.

(bozo😹👎🏽 take this L tsuki🤡 )

"whatever😒😒"

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

"hi yams! hi yams' friend! what are we doing now?" y/n asked. the bell had just rung, and y/n was too lazy to pull out her schedule.

"hi l/n! this is tsukishima! its lunchtime right now so we're heading to the cafeteria!!" he replied with a small smile on his face.

"BOOO!! the cafeteria sucks ass. that's why I always ate in the club room." y/n complained with a big ole thumbs down.

although she was pretty extroverted, she didn't like all the extra loud noise and nosy people. there are some hating ass hoes back at Ouran, but she couldn't give less of a fuck. all they ever did was talk shit because they were jealous of her relationship with the hosts, but she knew it was part of the deal when she became friends with them.

"wah wah, cry me a river. either sit with us or not, jeez." blabbered smart- ass tsuki.

"actually, you're in luck! we and a few others are all going to meet and eat lunch in the gym to go over some stuff for our club, you can join if you want!" yams offered.

she happily accepted the offer and continued to walk along with them to the cafeteria, then to the gym where they would eat. they stopped by the vending machine for y/n, because her thirsty ass drank all her water before lunch, now craving a nice refreshing beverage to wash down the curry she's about to fuck up.

after a few more short minutes of walking, they had finally reached the gym and heard arguing coming from the inside, not knowing that the moment she steps into that gym, she'd be going on a wild trip.

taglist: open and empty

guys.. dont be mad at me ik i missed my deadline☹️☹️

but im thinkin..

should i still write the beach episode for ouran? i have a few ideas for it but idk..

LEMME GO UPDATE THE OTHER BOOK

#ouran host club #ouran high school host club #ohshc hikaru #ohshc kyoya #ohshc x reader #ohshc mori #ohshc anime #ouran honey #ouran tamaki #black reader #haikyuu x poc!reader #haikyuu smau #haikyuu #crossover #karasuno

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rimetin · 5 months

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i cant sleep so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tagged by both @tinta--branca and @ruostevuori

last song: according to my phone spotify "The Only Ones" by Kisses For Kings but in truth ive had "Dreamin' On" by Da-iCE (yeah the op opening) stuck in my head all day

favorite color: for the longest time it was green (lime/bright specifically) but lately ive grown fond of warm (like sunset-y or tangerine) orange and various red shades

currently watching: one piece - weve passed 1k episodes!! getting there

last tv show/movie: one piece lol. movie uhh... The Sudbury Devil? I think??

spicy/savory/sweet: sweet, no contest

relationship status: a little complicated to explain but works for me personally so lets leave it at that

current obsession: one piece for a good 11months running now which is unusually long (but i has allowed me to make new friends so)

last google search: i don't keep search history on, trying to remember... oh yeah i was doodling so i googled references for some op characters

I. Have not been on tumbel dot com a lot these past few weeks so idk whos done this lol. tagging some people anyway, sorry if you have orz. @escapaldi @cinnermanspyce @handern @purplehairedwonder @chromatic-lamina

#rambles #meme thing #petition for my body to Stop

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writingmochi · 1 year

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Tag your moots with what song do they remind you of?

lissie: oh god... this is gonna be filled with so many people and assigning this will be hard (especially with my currently experimental prog music taste lmao) i’ll try my freaking best!

@kookthief : my time by jungkook (bts). your kook-themed username reminds me of it and i wanted to pick euphoria at first, but i like my rnb songs and i want to promote my time more too hehe. and it's a song about kook growing up and i just had this older-sister-feel from you tbh

@ujunxverse : an alternative-lover queen! ngl the song that reminds me of you is hyper-ballad by björk. it reminds me of you because of how unpredictable you are (in a good way of course), kinda like when i listened to this song for the first time. it goes slow then fast kinda like how you write your story tbh which in return, making it so immersive

@euphor1a : is it weird that you remind me of into the i-land? specifically, the one where enhypen and &team perform together. it has a sense of melancholia in it but is also hopeful at the same time...

@heartandfangs : sober by hyoyeon (snsd)! i first think that i get reminded of you by enhypen songs but you are more than enhypen and i owe you to me and other ppl. i just think of your blog's aesthetic with this song. idk if you like dance/bass type of genre or not, but it just kind of *click* you know

@jeongwins : because of your innie pfp, blueprint by stray kids! it's one of my fav skz songs of all time because of how feel it sounds. thinking of you reminded me of your review on crossroads which is so wholesome and i think this song encapsulates the wholesome-ness too...

@s-ngh8n-main : stereotype by stayc and yes it is because of your sieun and yoon pfps. but, ig it is also from the sound of it that reminds of you and kinda matches your lemon-y vibes <3 hope you have a good time offline!

@boba-beom : thinking of you reminds me of troubled pixies so much and the every breath you take-inspired fic of tyun. so ig throwback songs are what i'm reminded of you of, specifically cloudbusting by kate bush. it sounds dreamy af and tbh... if you can make a beomgyu fic out of this song, i will be forever grateful

@dim-sun : you seem so bright from just a few posts and i think thank you by asahi + haruto (treasure) reminds me so much of you! i had fun watching this live and i hope the optimistic feel of the songs keeps you up with whatever you are doing

@itz-yerin : since your milestone event is based on baek yerin, you really reminded me of k-r&b songs, especially imagination by dean + miso (the fact that this song is not on any streaming service is freaking illegal. i love this song so much). it has an ethereal presence about it, kinda like your blogs tbh... since you prob like my crossroads playlist too, ngl if this song is on spotify, this song will defo be in that playlist

@heart2beom : when i see you like 2000s romcom movies on your blog, 7 things by miley cyrus came into mind! it is unapologetically 2000's dcom soundtrack and probs right up your alley (esp with your f2l agenda that i'm digging.) the whole story of this song could be a fic idea itself so pls if you could make a fic from this song, i will also forever be grateful

@tyunlatte : alex you are a wholesome human being!! you remind me of time of our life by day6! it just gives such a teen adventure type of beat which i associate with you esp with your drawing board and sleepovers! i haven't read your works yet but i just have inkling that it has a somewhat feel like this song

@lovejoshua : fast pace and light a flame by seventeen! both are very jazzy and latin-sounding seventeen songs which reminds of you because of your carat-ness and just because they’re something you might like. tbh maybe it's because they have a sense of maturity to it and you are older than me lol

@junniieesbby : you seem like a very carefree person to me but also confident in the same way(?) ngl while scrolling through your blog and what you wrote on discord, i suddenly had maneater by nelly furtado in mind. my assumptions is that you pretty much ate up things lmao i'm sorry if that is too random >.<

@hanniejie : i really think that you are an embodiment of the sun from how sweet you are. it's gonna be a random choice again but i thought about pocketful of sunshine by natasha bedingfield when being reminded of you. it gives off a sense of encouragement and kind of reminds me of when you send us anon asks that is just words full of encouragement

lissie: this is actually so much fun to make. thanks anon!

#message to the moon #messenger: anonymous #games with the moon #note: this is probably a way for me to get ppl to write fics asdfghjkl

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gwynndolin · 23 days

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Kitschke recs, Hejira by Joni Mitchell

So, funny story, since I think Joni Mitchell was literally only added to Spotify like, a few weeks ago or something like that, I ended up not listening to this until this very moment (The last two albums and a few of the future ones, I actually listened to a few months ago; I'm only just now getting back into writing these reviews 🙃). I actually must've not noticed this actually though, because I ended up listening to another album by a band called Hejira... Incidentally, I found that album to be quite interesting anyway, so honestly I'm not too upset about that mistake. Maybe I'll take a moment to review that album sometime soon LOL

Anyway, I've always known Joni Mitchell to be a pop darling, and admittedly, the only reason I think I put off listening to her for so long is, one, laziness, and two, I think for like, 4 out of the 5 jobs I've worked in my 9ish years of retail service, "Big Yellow Taxi" in some form or another has been on the store's music playlist, and I am so awfully tired of that song. Far too much of an ear worm to be played so often!!

Anyway, "Coyote" is a fantastic intro track. Joni Mitchell's singing is so velveteen and luscious, whoever produced this record really mic'd her up super well. I really enjoy the pacing on this song too, the delivery on her singing is really evocative to me of some of Paul Simon's faster paced song, while remaining super chill to fit in with the rest of the track. I really love how prominent the bass guitar is on this song too! The guitar is mostly kept rhythm and the drums are also similarly understated, compared to the bass which feels like it is carrying the lead here.

Speaking of being "evocative" I have to imagine Jeff Buckley was a big fan of Joni Mitchell's, "Furry Sings The Blues" sounds like a track Buckley would get on to me. The sort of mix of spoken word mixed with singing, the story telling, the almost Shakespearean delivery... It's really interesting to see where these musical fonts tend to come from!

The titular track, Hejira, is a really cool one. The guitar here really reminds me of some of Pat Methany's work. Apple Music's description of the album describes this album as a travel journal, and I feel like this track really hits that most out of all on the album. It's tonally very grounded, yet foreign enough to feel as though you've found somewhere you'd like to move to, if that makes sense.

Joni's lyricism is really quite something too. Her prose is such that I often forget to even really listen to the music; I get too caught up in just feeling it. People often describe certain artist's voices being an instrument in and of themselves, and although her vocals aren't necessarily technically impressive on this record (though its not as though I'm saying her voice is bad, not by any stretch, just that this album is pretty reserved all around, not a lot of room for any particularly belt-y verses or big runs, stuff like that) her voice fits the vibe of it all so well. It sounds silly to say this album was made for her, like she's literally one of the producers of the album, but like. Idk, it's kinda perfect in that way.

Fave Tracks: Coyote, Furry Sings The Blues, Hejira

Definitely a pretty solid 7/10. I can see why this is listed as one of her quintessential albums pretty much everywhere, and I'm excited to dip into some more of her music when I have the time. I think I have always been more of an 80's music fan, and haven't really dipped into much from the 70's. Likely just because both of my parents were born in the 70's, the music they ended up listening to around me was mostly 80's stuff.

I definitely wanna spend more time with this record too. I feel like this initial first brush review hasn't done it nearly enough justice. But I have other stuff to get to!

#music asks #kitschke #Spotify

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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Would you ever consider another part to the sick fic with Ivan Drago and the reader? Only this time he’s the one to fall ill and the reader takes care of him? Curiosity gets to the best of me whilst wondering what Ivan would be like when he’s in a more weaker state. (Completely ignoring the match with Rocky when I say that lol) but yeah! I think it would be cool to see what would happen and how the reader would deal with all of his excuses like “I’m fine,” but fails to justify that when he bursts into a round of coughs or sneezes. Anyway, I think it would be rather cool to see what you could do! You’re fanfics have been a blast to read lately!! :D

Honey you just made my day! Normally I don't really do requests, because I suck at fulfilling them. HOWEVER I fucking LOVE this idea!

So here ya go sweetness for making me so ridiculously happy, this is part 2 of Imagine # 1,006. Where Ivan gets sick from nursing the sick reader.

Imagine # 1,006 (Part 2)

Gif NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2022

*Part 1 linked up top.

Tags - @wafners-eternity-serum - @80s4life @tonyestarque

Also I was listening to this playlist on Spotify while I wrote this. ╮(╯▽╰)╭ I reference a few songs on this playlist in the story so that's why I linked it. And the links in the story are to a post with the translations of the bits written in Russian.

"Oh Ivan I knew this would happen." (Y/n) sighed as she pressed her palm to her lovers forehead, frowning at how hot his clammy skin felt. "I'm fine." Ivan tried to wave off her worries, only for a fit of coughs to prove him wrong. "You silly man." She mused softly, pressing her lips to his temple. "Stay here my love, I'll go make you some soup." (Y/n) offered, rising to her feet before he could even contemplate refusing her offer. Putting on a record to play softly in the background as she cooked, (Y/n) hummed along with Elvis as he sang his sad melody, Are You Lonesome Tonight? The kitchen filling with the wonderful aroma of chicken soup, and making (Y/n) feel exuberant to have the chance, to nurse Ivan back to health the way he had nursed her just a few days prior.

"Ivan!" (Y/n) gasped in fear, her heart hammering the moment he wrapped his arms around her hips. "You scared me half to death!" She scolded her lover, who nuzzled his face into her neck. "Sorry." He sniffled a little, the large duvet still wrapped around his shoulders. "Missed you принцесса." He whispered, practically squishing her within his hold, making her giggle softly. "Oh Ivan you goof, I've only been away for five minutes." (Y/n) grinned, leaning into his hold. "To long." He huffed with a smile of his own, kissing her neck affectionately. "You're ridiculous, but I still love you." (Y/n) mused as Ivan raised his head from the crook of her neck, resting her forehead against the side of his jaw.

"I love you more." Ivan whispered, wrapping the duvet around her shoulders so he could pull her even further into his hold. "Not possible." (Y/n) giggled as she tilted her head back, planting a kiss against the underside of his jaw. "Now go lay back down, I'll be in there in just a minute." She insisted, smiling when Ivan only squeezed her tighter. "Not without you." He argued like a child, making (Y/n) smile. "I'll be there in just a minute, go rest my sweet." She urged giving him a small nudge, her smile growing when he pulled away, doing as she said. Finishing up in the kitchen as quickly as she could, (Y/n) gathered up the wooden tray, and walked to the bedroom. Her heart fluttering at the endearing sight of Ivan nestled in their shared bed. "That was three minutes." Ivan deadpanned, making (Y/n) snort as she approached the bed.

Placing the tray on the nightstand she shook her head with a grin. "Stop counting the seconds." She teased, a squeak escaping her when Ivan swiftly pulled her down and into the bed with him, trapping her within the blankets and his arms. "Ivan!" She gasped through her fit of giggles, hiding her face into his chest as she tried calming her thundering heart. "That's better." He hummed softly, nuzzling his face into her hair. Elvis's Can't Help Falling In Love, playing softly from the living room record player, making the moment feel surreal and perfect in so many ways. "Your soup is gonna get cold." (Y/n) mumbled against his chest, her fingers idly tracing patterns along his skin.

"I don't care right now." Ivan admitted, making (Y/n) chuckle. "Well I do Mr." She pulled herself away from his hold, sitting cross legged beside him, she reached for the bowl. "Open." She instructed as she held a spoonful in front of his face, Ivan rolled his eyes with a grin, doing as she said regardless. "Good boy." (Y/n) teased playfully, continuing to spoon feed him with a content smile. From the living room came the song And I Love You So by Perry Como, making butterflies flutter in (Y/n)'s stomach, realizing just how deep her love for Ivan ran. "You treat me like a child принцесса." Ivan teased after she offered him the last spoonful. "I treat you like my Настоящая любовь." She argued with a sincere smile.

Ivan had froze upon her declaration, before practically melting into the bed, pulling her back into his hold once more. "You are my Настоящая любовь as well." Ivan cooed softly, kissing the crown of her head, the both of them feeling more loved then they ever had before. "Maybe you should get sick more often, you're so soft on me when you're sick." (Y/n) joked with a grin. "I am always soft with you принцесса." Ivan argued, gently pulling (Y/n) up to look into her eyes, smiling at her adoringly. "Mm perhaps." She teased with a grin, giggling when Ivan quickly turned them around, so he now lay atop her.

"Would you rather I be hard?" He wondered aloud rather suggestively, laughing when (Y/n) blushed at his words. "Don't ruin the moment my Король." She shook her head, laughing when Ivan nuzzled back into her neck, peppering her skin with sloppy wet kisses. "Ivan that tickles!" She snickered, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. "Good." He muttered against her skin, fighting the urge to cough by distracting himself with kissing (Y/n)'s warm skin. When he finally let up on his playful assault, he sat up peering down into her eyes.

"Are you feeling any better Ivan?" She asked as she held his face between her hands. "With you in my arms, yes I feel much better." He brushed his knuckles across her cheekbone. "You're so cheesy." (Y/n) mumbled with a grin, sighing happily when Ivan rest his forehead against her own, his skin actually feeling a little lest clammy. "It is your fault." Ivan whispered. "Probably." (Y/n) agreed before pulling him down for a proper kiss, not caring if she ended up sick all over again.

But when they pulled apart, Ivan quickly turned away, falling into a sneezing fit. "Oh my sweet." (Y/n) cooed as she rubbed his shoulder gently, finding his sneezes quite cute. "Ready to take some medicine?" She asked after Ivan finished sneezing. "Нет никогда." Ivan shook his head, burying it into the crook of her neck again, his words making (Y/n) snicker. "I'm afraid my love, that you are in fact a child when you are sick." (Y/n) taunted playfully, as she stroked his messy hair back, grinning when he only grunted in response.

*Gods this one was so tooth rottingly sweet, I was feeling so soft while writing this. (I blame the music lol) This one also ended up much longer than the first part, but to be fair, I originally wanted the first part to be much longer anyhow. I really hope you enjoyed it my lovelies! 💚

#imagine #gif imagine #extended #ivan drago #ivan drago x reader #Ivan drago imagine #rocky 4 #rocky iv #Rocky imagine #Rocky 4 x reader #Captain Ivan drago #dolph lundgren #dolph lundgren imagine #Dolph lundgren x reader #fluff #cute af #tooth rotting fluff #tooth rottingly sweet

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