#Alex really be like “you’re my closest friend you’re my best friend I don’t have anyone else I can have deep talks with besides you no one

[youkissedareaderinthedark]

The Scare

Synopsis: A terrifying crash puts Y/n in an even more terrifying situation, and it affects everyone, in the end.

young female driver x 2023 F1 Grid

A/N: for this one, valtteri is retired and reader has taken his seat at alfa romeo

also, @badassturtle13 you requested a fic like this a month or two ago while i was in my writers block-era, but if you remember your ask and would still like to read it, here it is

You knew the risk. All twenty of you did. That’s how yet got into these cars every weekend. But that doesn’t make it any easier when you actually face the risks.

You weren’t the biggest fan of the Las Vegas Grand Prix from the start. You knew the planning for it was rough, and that there were a lot of elements of the weekend that everybody was unsure of.

You weren’t exactly surprised when the reasoning behind the storm drain incident was released after Free Practice 1, or when race directors revealed they didn’t even look at the predicted weather for this weekend.

But there wasn’t much you could do about either, about any of it really, so you put your head down and focused on your car.

You joined Alfa Romeo as the third rookie of the 2023 season, and although you and Zhou weren’t getting wins and podiums each weekend, you finished in the points nearly every race, and helped bring your team up to 8th in the Constructors Championship.

As of the second to last race, you were having a good first season; you and Zhou got along great, your team trusted you, and you liked getting to know and hanging out with the rest of the grid. Specifically, your closest friends Logan and Oscar, who you were walking with in the paddock before Sunday’s race.

“Is it bad that I’m not excited for the race?” Oscar asks from the middle of you three, as you walk down the grid.

“I don’t blame you, I wouldn’t want to start P17 either” You admit.

“You’re gonna be fine Oscar, you’ve made your way up the field before, you’ll do it again” Logan shrugs, assuring him.

Oscar nods as you speak up with the beginning of a smirk on your face. “When you make it up the field and into the points, along with me and Logan, what are we doing to celebrate?”

“No. No, we have-” Oscar’s already shaking his head as Logan laughs. “I know some of the grid is going to a club a few blocks away, you guys wanna go?”

“Yes,” You rush to say after you see Oscar start to protest. “we’ll go. No objections”

“We have flights tomorrow-” You interrupt the Australian. “I don’t care, we should all go. And I have to leave now so you can’t say no” You point out as you near the Alfa Romeo garage. Oscar rolls his eyes playfully as Logan continues to laugh.

“Good luck Y/n, see you after the race” Logan says, still chuckling as Oscar waves and continues down the paddock with the American by his side.

You greet Zhou as you walk towards your drivers room to meet with your trainer. The last 20 minutes you have before you’re needed on the track is spent doing reflex tests and speaking with the strategists one last time.

You leave the garage to stand for the national anthem after a brief Grid Walk interview with Martin, and quickly return for the formation lap.

“Alright Y/n,” Your team principle, Alessandro, comes over your radio as you’re pulling out into the pit lane. “do your best to maintain P7 or higher, just be aware of the tires. Stay safe, good luck”

“Thanks, will do. See you at the finish line” You reply before flipping down your visor and accelerating onto the track.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s a cold night here in Las Vegas, but the city is awake and ready to watch the last U.S race of the 2023 season. Our drivers are approaching the starting line, the five lights are coming on, and it’s light’s out and away we go!”

You manage to pull away from Magnussen behind you and advance closer to Logan in front of you as you near Turn 1. You get through the first and second lap fine, until your race engineers Alex, informs you that Lando’s crashed during Lap 3, and the 19 drivers remaining are being led by the safety car until Lap 7.

You think your race will be uneventful past that point until you notice the reluctance in the car’s breaking during Lap 19. “There’s something wrong with my brakes, it’s getting hard to slow down” You radio concerned, back to your team.

“Stand by Y/n, we’re checking” Alex tells you as you approach Turn 1 on the next lap. After a few moments without an update, you radio again.

“Anything? It’s getting bad, I can’t slow down” Your voice shows your clear concern. It’s clear to everyone that you’re getting more and more distressed each minute.

“One moment, Y/n, we’re trying” The engineer becomes audible again, and you get that everyone in the garage is trying, but right now it’s not enough.

You’re going at 150 miles an hour down the straight after Turn 4, and you could practically hear your heart beating nervously as you approach Turn 6.

You press on the brake pedal. Nothing. You try to release your hold on the accelerator pedal and clutch on your steering wheel. Nothing.

You go through the options in your head;

Turn and crash purposefully now to slow your car down? There are drivers less than a second behind you, the straight isn’t that wide, they could get hurt.

Turn and hit the curb as you pass the corner to slow down? There are drivers less than a second behind you, the corner isn’t that wide, they could get hurt. You could get hurt

Your adrenaline is pumping, thoughts are flying through your head at a million miles per second, and you don’t know what to do.

You’re going 150 miles an hour down a straight, but now the corner is coming closer.

“I can’t fucking stop! Alex!” You’re pressing the radio button frantically, hoping someone, anyone responds.

Nothing.

It all goes by in a flash.

Turn 6 comes at you faster than you imagined. Your Alfa Romeo crashes front-wing first into the barriers, the momentum of a 150 mile-per-hour car so strong, not even your harness can stop your body from colliding into your steering wheel.

Everything goes white for a moment, all you could hear is a deafening ringing in your ears, and then the only thing you could feel is pain.

The hurt in your chest is intolerable. You think you’re screaming. There’s smoke or clouds of dust or something else you can’t begin to decipher in the air surrounding you. You could feel the vibrations of the track from the passing cars below you, but you don’t bother to move your head up from where it rests on top of your wheel.

If the ringing wasn’t so loud, you might’ve been able to hear three of your ribs on the right side of your chest break when you first made impact with the wheel. If the pain wasn’t so unbearable, you might’ve been able to notice how because three of your ribs on the right side of your chest are broken, your lungs can barely produce oxygen for you to breathe.

It’s only when you try to gasp for air against the tears running down your face do you notice. The second you try, it sends streaks of pain overflowing throughout your body. Then you realize. You can’t breathe.

You want to stay calm, you really do, but you’re crying so much you could feel them soaking your balaclava, you’re scared to the point that your hands are shaking uncontrollably, there’s still so much adrenaline in you, and you can’t breathe.

You try to radio your team to tell them to send medics or just do something to help, but when you open your mouth to speak, the same thing happens as when you tried to radio for help earlier.

Nothing.

You’re stuck in your crashed car, without a voice, without a breath, and you think this is it.

It feels like hours, but really, it’s only been about a minute since you’ve crashed. Every grand stand is silent, and Martin Brundle and David Croft are speechless. Alex is trying to communicate with you while the other engineers attempt to figure out the the state of your car. Drivers are being led by the safety car under a red flag, anxiously talking to their own engineers to find out if you’re okay. And finally, the safety marshals and medical staff have made their way onto the track and to your car.

The marshals repeatedly shout to you for a sign of responsiveness while the medics move to pull you out of the car. Everyone else is either running in and out of the ambulance that’s just arrived, or helping place a curtain around you for privacy.

The medics transfer you onto a gurney on the ground while the lead medic assess you. She’s pulled off your helmet and balaclava and is left staring at your pale face, alarmed eyes, and gasping mouth.

A few touches to your pulse and lungs confirm her suspicion, and the woman quickly asserts her team. “She has flail chest, she needs an oxygen machine and an IV for pain meds. Her ribs are broken on the right side of her lungs, she’s been barely breathing”

The materials asked for are provided in seconds, and within a few moments, an oxygen mask is placed around your face, and the skin in your left forearm is being pierced with a needle.

For the first time since you started Lap 19, you’ve found both your voice and your breath, the pain striking through your body isn’t as severe anymore, and your nerves have calmed down.

The lead medic hovering over you notices your less-tense state, and lets out her own breath. “You okay kid?” With an oxygen mask, 3 broken ribs, and an IV in your arm, you nod with small smile of relief on your face.

The medics let you stay laying down on the gurney, and transfer you into the waiting ambulance to get you to the nearest hospital. The safety marshals update the Alfa Romeo garage on your state of health, and your damaged car gets moved off the track. Once informed themselves of the situation, Crofty and Martin advise the anxious and waiting fans of your condition and when the race will resume.

The 18 drivers that were restlessly sat in their garages are now visibly relieved and preparing for the race start. The engineers on your side of the garage are pouring over the data from Lap 19 to figure out where it all went wrong, while your trainer leaves to go meet you at the hospital.

While you’re in the hospital, you get hooked up to a new IV and get assessed by a nurse before a doctor comes in to take your X-rays. The results show your 3 broken ribs and the few bruises on your lungs that are set to heal within a week or two.

You’re put on a ventilator to help your breathing after the doctor tells you that you had to stay in the hospital for at least 3 days, and you’d miss the last race of the season as a precaution.

You also undergo surgery hours later to stabilize the broken ribs, and ensure you’re not internally bleeding. Because of all the anesthesia and pain medicine, your either asleep or painless for your first night in the hospital.

The next day is when you’re brought into the real world again, and your trainer tells you everything you missed. He tells you Lando, who you learn was in the room a few doors down when you came in, visited you after your surgery and wished you to get better soon. He tells you about the rest of the race and everything the rest of the drivers have said about you and your crash.

You talk to your team eventually and convince them to let you travel to Abu Dhabi on Saturday to at least watch the race from the garage. You talk to your parents and friends to inform them that your lungs are healing accordingly, that you’re off the ventilator, and have been breathing fine by Thursday.

You’re discharged from the hospital Friday night, and only stop at your hotel to collect your things before catching a flight to Abu Dhabi. You told Logan and Oscar you’d be arriving Sunday morning, which explains why they’re so surprised when you show up in the paddock after Qualifying Saturday night.

“It’s not the best place to start from but-” Logan spots you first, in the middle of a conversation with Oscar. “Oh my god” Is all he mutters before running up to bring you into a hug. You’re smiling, almost laughing at his reaction, until you hear what the American says.

“Don’t do that again. I thought you-” You notice his voice break, and you’re once again aware of what everyone else was feeling while you were breathless inside your car almost a week ago.

“I won’t Logan, I’m okay now” You assure him as best you can before Oscar comes over to both of you. Logan lets go momentarily while the McLaren driver hugs you.

“We were all really scared, y’know. We didn’t know,” He pauses, his voice catches before he’s speaking into your shoulder again. “we didn’t know if you were okay”

“I know Oscar, I’m here though, I’m okay” You know you can’t say much in sympathy to either of the drivers right now, you’ll never exactly know the anxiety and worry they felt on Sunday, but you do tell them about your time in the hospital and how you’re expected to make a full recovery in time for next season.

“I wish you were driving today though, you should be in your car for the last race” Oscar says as the three of you walk through the paddock together.

“I know, I want to drive too, but at the same time, I’m kind of glad I’m not driving until next season. I want to let my lungs rest and everything before I get in my car again” You say with a shrug.

You were being truthful; you weren’t afraid of crashing again, you actually couldn’t wait to drive your Alfa Romeo, but you heard all the possible long term affects of rib and lung damage, and you’d rather miss out on one race than your entire F1 career.

“I’m just glad you’re okay” Logan admits as Oscar nods.

“Yeah, me too”

a short, somewhat emotional f1 fic. 1 down, 3 to go

#reader insert #formula 1 #driver reader #f1 grid x reader #formula 1 driver imagines #platonic f1 grid #f1 2023 grid x y/n #f1 imagine #female driver reader #angst #angst with a happy ending #oscar piastri x reader #logan sargeant x reader #platonic oscar piastri #platonic logan sargeant

[agendabymooner]

the paddock’s resident it girl ! toto w. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

summary: everyone’s obsessed with the cool girl of the formula one community, and it’s safe to say that her husband’s team is obsessed with her too. OR tilly wolff, the ceo of hearth automotive groups (owner of almost all of mercedes’ rival teams), returns to the paddock months after the last appearance of the wolff family in baku.

content warning: social media au, ofc in love with toto (frfr), established relationship and family, mentions of alex turner x ofc and arctic monkeys (song lyric reference), brief use of explicit language, jokes about age (beekeeping)

note: yes, it is a whole universe. and will I make a timeline/guide/navigation that will help people understand this universe better? yes. enjoy xx

masterlist

tagged mercedesamgf1

liked by lewishamilton, maxverstappen1, charles_leclerc

mercedesamgf1 it’s ok, we forgave you when you brought adelmo along :)

user1 BEE. KEEPING. AGE. 🐝

user2 if i was his wife, i’d be taking photos of him too 😭

user3 this is the closest thing that tilly and toto have to an alone time and you know what i’ll take it

georgerussell63 this really shows favouritism, tils. liked by tillywolff

tillywolff yes well this is the only chance i have to play favourites inside the paddock

charles_leclerc i agree with the beekeeping age comments 🙈

user4 LMAO CHARLES

user5 toto just took away your brownie points, congrats. now figure out how to get his blessings.

user6 what’re the chances of him getting out of the next wolff dinner party alive?

maxverstappen1 user6 pretty slim.

user6 maxverstappen1 stop making me feel delulu as is 😭 this parasocial relationship shit isn’t for me

lewishamilton you should have asked me to watch the kids instead of ogling over my boss 😉 liked by tillywolff

tillywolff and you should just keep your mouth shut 🤐

user7 i would ogle over your boss too so don’t pick on her like that 🤓

tagged tillywolff, hearthautomotivegroups

liked by mickschumacher, steviemarlz, lewishamilton

lewishamilton that’s my best friend!! liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 INDEED LEWIS!!!

user1 “our favourite ceo of hearth automotive groups” like it isn’t just tilly who controls the company 😭

user2 toto needs his own instagram account if he wants to continue to shitpost about our resident it girl like this

user3 whoever posted this is getting a bonus, i can feel it

user4 she’s such a milfffff ughhh

user5 right?? like you’re telling ME? that she just gave birth six months ago?

user6 my favourite part of the weekend is when tilly would show up to the paddock, dressed to the nines with her kids in tow and having to bark at the paparazzi about hounding her cubs 🫶

user7 she’s so mother and i love it

redbullracing that looks like our boss 🤨

scuderiaferrari that looks like ours too 😶

mclarenf1 no because that looks like our boss too 🫣

mercedesamgf1 no, not really. she’s our boss’ wife :)

user8 mercedes answering our wishes by posting photos of OUR WIFE? scuderiaferrari do you do requests too bc i wanna talk about your strategies…

user9 pfT HAHAHAHAHA THATS VILE

#formula one fanfiction #formula one fic #formula one imagine #formula one x oc #formula one smau #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 smau #toto wolff fluff #toto wolff fanfic #toto wolff imagine #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff fic #toto wolff x oc #toto wolff smau #toto wolff au #toto wolff instagram au #toto wolff fanfiction #formula one instagram au #f1 instagram au #f1 ig au #formula one ig au #formula one social media au #f1 social media au #formula one fluff #f1 fluff #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader

[unformula1]

dear oscar (OP81 x LS2)

dear oscar (OP81 x LS2)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ synopsis: Logan writes a letter to help him manage his feelings, it does everything BUT manage feelings. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ pairing: logan sargeant x oscar piastri w/c: 892 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a/n: this is day FOUR (lando's number) of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium!! some angst today!! might make this a series very much inspired from https://archiveofourown.org/works/54754315 masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ taglist: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Logan crushes the sheet of paper and throws it into the pile of already crushed papers. He puts down the pen and cracks his fingers, again.

He’s been at this for hours and he hates it knowing he’s terrible at expressing himself and Oscar’s probably not going to even look at this. 

Logan takes a deep breath once again and picks up his pen.

Dear Oscar,

I’m not very good at expressing my feelings but I’ll try my best.

I’ve missed you lately and I miss all our late night conversations, my nights feel empty without them. I miss our friendship and the very long conversations we had. 

When you asked me how I was doing and I said “it’s been alright.” That was a blatant lie. I’ve been doing absolutely horrible. I haven’t seen a good day in months and every morning I ask myself why I’m doing this to myself, I ask if everything I left behind was worth it. Should I have given up?

 I’m glad you’re doing well and winning trophies, I’ve never been happier for you. Remember when your rookie year was being compared to Hamilton’s? That was amazing. 

Great, now he’s gone off track again, absolutely perfect. Logan’s pen left the paper again and he contemplated crushing this one up. He eventually decided against it and his pen tip touched the paper again.

He doesn’t know what he’s going to write anymore but he doesn’t care. He just wants to let his feelings out.

I hate how we don’t talk anymore. I hate how life has to pull its strings on us. I hate how we walk past each other as if we never knew each other. I’ve been trying my hardest, I really have.

I want to talk to you. I want to hear your voice again. 

I’ve been making wishes on every shooting star I’ve seen and been throwing in a penny for every wishing well I’ve come across, just wishing you were my friend again, wishing that I could go back in time and relive those moments in PREMA.

I didn’t treasure those times enough.

Every single time I see any McLaren video, I stop and stare, imagining that it could’ve been you and I. Believe me, I love how you and Lando have developed one of the closest bonds ever and trust me, I think Alex is a perfect teammate. 

But I just wish that we had another chance and I wouldn’t fuck it up this time. I really wish I did.

Every single time Lando calls you “Osc”, it makes me shiver just knowing that I could never be half the person Lando was. I do everything and risk it all just trying to be more like Lando or just someone who you would bother to look at

His mind flashes back to every single time he and Oscar have done anything together, watch movies, do stupid promotional videos, even sad times came back and made him wish he took those moments better.

He tears up slightly, but wipes his tears away before they spill onto the paper. Lando’s voice saying “Osc” rings in his head like an annoying bell which kills him slightly every time it repeats. 

Osc.

Osc.

Osc.

He slams his hand into the table, causing everything to jolt, even getting startled by his own actions. Logan isn’t even on Lando’s level, not even a quarter of the way there.

Lando’s better in every way, definitely much better teammate than Logan would’ve been.

His tears resurface but he doesn’t wipe them away this time, he lets them trickle down his cheek, cling on to his skin at his chin and finally drop down onto the paper, causing a stain.

More tears cause stains on the bottom part of the paper before Logan wipes them all away.

Please…

I miss you Oscar.

Regards Love

Logan

He places the pen down and looks at the letter, which has tear stains, but Logan couldn’t care less. He puts the letter down and folds it neatly in half, slotting it into a brown envelope. He seals the envelope tight, wrinkling the paper from pressing too hardly. 

He takes his pen up again and the tip floats above the paper.

He takes a few seconds before writing.

To: Oscar Piastri

His throat stings from crying. He didn’t even cry for that long but it hurts him. His own words repeat in his head like a knife twisting into his body.

He opens up Oscar’s chat on his phone, his last message being left on Seen.

3 weeks ago Great race :)

He hasn’t even given Oscar a message for the Australian Grand Prix but Logan couldn’t care less.

His fingers hover over his keyboard.

Can we meet sometime soon?

He hesitates about sending it.

Osc.

Osc.

Osc.

Osc.

He turns off his phone and takes a deep breath. 

He sits on his couch and leans back. The thoughts endlessly flying around in his head, like phantoms of his past haunting him again.

He closes his eyes and keeps them shut, imagining whatever makes him feel happy. 

Oscar.

Oscar.

Oscar.

Osc.

The tears squeeze their way past his eyelids and slide down his cheek. It’s a devastating feeling. 

He covers his head with a pillow and keeps his eyes tightly shut, crying himself to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ there will be a part 2 (hopefully) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#f1 #formula one #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #not beta read #loscar post #loscar #op81 #ls2 #williams racing #logan sargeant #landoscar #oscar piastri #williams f1 #australia gp 2024 #loscar angst #angst #f1 angst #there will be a part 2 #lando norris #ln4 #loscar fics #its platonic calm down

[lfghughes]

Seal My Fate pt 4

a/n: idk guys i think im going to have to do the same thing i did with heaven cant help me now and give y'all two endings because i cant even pick between them

“Jack, I just want to talk.” His ex was so focused on Jack and trying to talk to him that she didn’t even care that she had an audience, one specifically who was currently still in Jacks shirt. “There’s nothing to talk about.” His words came out in an icy tone and you had never really heard Jack talk in anything but his usual joking tone or soft one. “Ten minutes, please.” Somehow she managed to convince him. “My room, ten minutes and that’s it.” He led the way to his room and she quickly followed, shutting the door behind them.

“Well I’m going to my room to take a nap and to get away from whatever comes from that.” Trevor pointed towards Jacks room before heading into his. “Want some bacon?” Alex asked and it took you a minute to realize he was talking to you, holding out a plate for you. You nodded your head and ate some strips before going back to your place. This was clearly not the place for you to be today because it looked like the mood was going to shift drastically.

A majority of your day you thought back to the past twenty four hours and everything that had happened with Jack. Now you had no clue what would happen. It didn’t seem like he was interested in his ex at this point but you also had no clue what was said behind that door. Not that you had any sort of claim to him especially when just a few days ago you had also slept with his best friend. What kind of situation had you put yourself in?

The day passed and now the night was here. You didn’t really feel any better but you decided you needed to sit outside and get some fresh air to clear your head. Almost like he knew you were out there Trevor appeared from the darkness and onto your deck. “Looks like you kept yourself distracted while I was gone.” You could hear the hurt in his voice even though he was trying his best to not show it. “Trevor..” You wanted to explain yourself to him but there wasn’t much to explain.

“I just don’t get it. I love Jack, that’s obvious because he’s my best friend but you know him too. He’s just lonely and you were the first girl around, can’t you see that? You’re just another girl to him.” His words stung deep and you were trying your best to blink back the tears. As soon as he saw your reaction he realized how hurtful his words had been. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Is that all I am to you too then? Just the closest girl around that would give you attention?” Maybe you were the fool here after all. You wiped your tears as you looked up at him and you could see the apologetic look on his face. “That’s not what you are to me at all, you’re so much more than that.” He started as he stepped forward crouching down in front of you. His hands went up to your face, helping you wipe away some of those tears.

Suddenly another figure popped up on your deck and you immediately sat up and away from Trevors hands. “Woah, hey is everything okay?” Jack asked as he rushed to your side. “Why are you crying?” He asked and you just shook your head getting up from your seat. “It’s nothing. It’s just been a long day so I’m going to head in.” With those words you made your way inside, leaving Trevor and Jack both outside. “Is it because of my ex showing up?” Jack asked and Trevor shook his head. “It’s nothing.” Trevor told him before walking off before he admitted too much to his best friend.

#jack hughes #trevor zegras #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras blurb #trevor zegras imagine #( seal my fate ft jack and trevor )

[jmrothwell]

"It's not that I don't believe in love, I just don't think it's for me." for whatever character you want to make aromantic, because that is what this prompt screams to me.

Carrie was only moderately surprised to find Luke hidden away in a back corner of the library, hunched over a notebook looking like he was trying to focus on what he was working on. She’d seen him too many times now when he actually was in writing mode and could tell he wasn’t. Far too stiff, pencil twirling too much in his hand. 

“Hey,” Carrie said as she sat down at the table across from him. He merely grunted, “You know your friends are trying to find you, right?”

“That why you’re here?” He muttered around a disinterested laugh that got Carrie bristling. 

“Yes it is. You’ve got Julie and Reggie so upset that Flynn and Alex are both torn about if they want to kill you.” 

Luke groaned as he dropped his head into his hands, roughly combing through his hair. “I didn’t mean to worry them.”

“Then maybe answer your phone.” Carrie said and didn’t hide her own derisive sigh as he frantically dug through his pockets and apparently coming up empty. 

“Honestly.” Carrie quietly said as she sent off texts on his behalf letting everyone know she’d found him, though she kept his whereabouts secret for now. “So any reason you’re hiding?”

He hesitated, pencil twirling in his fingers again. “Amber asked me out.”

“Wait.” Carrie blinked at the space above Luke’s head, vaguely recalling Amber saying she was going to finally try asking out someone who she thought she didn’t have a chance with. “Amber from Dirty Candi? My Amber?”

Luke nodded, eyes glue to the notebook page filled with scribbles in front of him, looking guilty as hell now that Carrie thought about it. 

“What’d you say?”

“I turned her down.” 

“What? She not good enough for you?”

“No. No, I mean.” Luke rushed to say, still not looking at her. “I’m sure she’s great, Carrie but I don’t think any relationship would be for me.”

“Really? “ Carrie glared at him, her nails digging into her bicep. 

“It’s not that I don’t believe in love,” Luke said around the pencil now in his mouth. “I just don’t think it’s for me.” 

“What? Like you're cursed or something?” Carrie did her best to not roll her eyes.

He shrugged as he finally glanced up at her, leaning onto the table. “I used to think that, it’s certainly what it seemed like. 

“Like no matter how hard I tried to follow the steps I could never get the romance thing right. Not that I didn’t care about Alex, or Julie, or even Reggie but I could tell it wasn’t the same. At first I thought I just hadn’t found the right person or maybe, I dunno, the timing wasn’t right but eventually.”

Carrie nodded along as he spoke, thinking about the on and off again nature of her relationship with Nick and despite herself cut in. How she kept trying to convince him, and herself, that they were meant for each other, because he was the closest she ever felt comfortable dating anyone. “But eventually you started to wonder if you were the one who was broken.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, leaning back in his chair, looking to the ceiling. “Flynn and Willie keep telling me I’m not, but it’s hard to believe when I don’t fit into the world like everyone else does.”

“Not that you’re asking me, but they’re right.” Carrie said ignoring Luke’s bewildered look, because if he was broken that meant she was. And she sure as hell wasn’t broken. She stood and gestured for him to follow. “Come on, let’s go. Everyone else is only going to wait so long before they come looking for you again.”

Luke didn’t need much more convincing than that, the two of them falling into step. Carrie knew he was on autopilot back to the studio, and she was more than happy to follow. Maybe once they were there, they could have a more in depth conversation with Flynn and Willie.

#julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #carrie wilson #this was tricky. . .

[talkingharrystyles]

🌌Recently, I’ve thought about how love is one of those emotions you cannot hide. It does not matter how much romantic content you aggressively beat the public with choose to release to the world, there is nothing more special and honorable than letting others know the specific context and worth that a person means to you.

Some of the most private couples, and close friends, cannot help, but directly express the sincere devotion and respect that they have for their partners.

Here are a few favorites.

Nikki’s birthday message to Ian: “You are my every dream brought to life. With our hands pressed together I know that we will always find our way home. You are a gift to this world, a teacher of light and a student of love. You radiate warmth in vibrant reds and deep orange hues. I often wonder what it would be like to see autumn arrive through your eyes. Here is to the next 65 years together, holding hands, strolling through the woods, still learning, still listening. Happy happy birthday…I love you.”

Justin to Hailey: “To my beloved birthday squish. My heart belongs to you. My eyes belong to you, my lips belong to you. am yours. I am so blessed to be yours. Life has never made more sense until you became my wife. I will never stop loving you, I will never stop holding you, and I will never stop protecting you. You my queen are more than enough for me and I will spend everyday making you feel like the queen that you are. As your grandma would say in her Portuguese accent ‘happy bursday baby’ love you until the end of time and then after that. :).”

Johnny message about Winona: “But Winona. It's different, she's my everything. She's my soul, my heart, my girl, my wife to be, my baby's mom, my leading lady. No one will ever fill her shoes. Trust me.”

Jessica [Alba] to her husband Cash: “You are the calm and voice of reason, always keeping things in perspective and seeing the beauty and light in every circumstance. I love you more than words could explain and I'm so proud to be your partner in life.”

Hugh to Deb: “Even at the Oscars, I walk out, I put my hand on my heart and I always look to Deb in the audience. Straight afterwards, I will not see anybody in my dressing room until Deb's been in. Because that is my foundation, that is the rock, that is the foundation of our family, and therefore my life.”

Alex’s inspiration behind Aurora Borealis: “I remember I was going through a dark time in my life, and out of nowhere came this beautiful woman. She (Josephine) was strong. She was kind. She was bright. I remember feeling like a million colors flashed through this sky of darkness I had been living under, and it was her. It was all her. She was all of the colors in that dark sky.”

Harry’s message about Caroline: “Please know I didn't 'dump' Caroline. This was a mutual decision. She is one of the kindest, sweetest people I know. Please respect that.”

Harry’s response about Cherry: Zane, “Who is the voice on the song?” Harry, “my ex-girlfriend.”

Olivia about her and Jason: “We have sex like Kenyan marathon runner.”

“He’s (Jason) so good with kids. ... I’ve never before experienced looking at someone and thinking, 'That’s who I want to raise a child with.'”

“I was on the dance floor and everybody was dancing around me and they seemed really happy, and I was just kind of standing there.” The comedian then walked up to her and said, “Whatever you’re looking for, you don’t need it.”

“There's still a shorthand that comes from being someone's closest partner, but I loved being able to just set him free, because he's one of the best improvisers in the world”.

Set a man free, eh? What, then, should the public call this wardenship babysitting unofficial adoption “relationship” that she has with Harry?

Jason’s message about Olivia: “[Olivia] is a combination of everything that I love about women — she's smart, strong, caring, beautiful and as funny as anybody I've ever known. She just has it all. It's like she's the most gorgeous Costco you've ever seen in your life. Early on in our relationship, I would sneak onto her Twitter and read through things she had written. I'd be like, 'This is awesome. She's awesome.”

Harry’s messages about Olivia: “If I was a girl, I’d have a crush on Zayn-“ Oops, sorry. Wrong person.

“Always in my heart-“ Oh sorry. Still wrong person.

“For the only person to have ever truly seen me beyond my flesh and blood and beyond the disguise-“ Whoops. Entirely wrong musician. Give me a second.

“I’ve always tried to compartmentalise my personal life and my working life.”

… It’s plausible that his hay fever may have flared up, here, and prevented him from understanding the question.

Let’s find another quote where he acknowledges Olivia, as someone apart of his personal life.

“Any assumptions on his love life are curtailed for his Dazed cover story.”

Maybe Harry was sincerely confused, as the journalist failed to word the question clearly?

Let’s look at Stern’s interview, where Stern cut the crap to directly clarify Olivia’s value to him (Harry).

“You fell in love on a movie set.”

“Uhh… how do I answer this questions? I had a wonderful experience getting directed by Olivia. Acting is kind of uncomfortable at times; you have to trust a lot. Being able to trust your director is a gift. That was very helpful. It meant for a really nice experience working on Don’t Worry Darling.”

Well, call everyone boo-boo the fools for assuming that the person, who has been on an insanity campaign to force people to believe you are her boyfriend, is only valued to you as a mere coworker, lover boy.

You could had, at least, praised her… I don’t know… I don’t know…. exceptional talent at evading responsibilities? Her unflinching willingness to broadcast her every cosmetic procedure, regardless of the negative effects still visible? Even, complimented her mentally stunted fashion sense would had lessen the humiliation blow.

Surely, the supportive “love of his life” could freely congratulate her man on one of his greatest achievements, as his other personal friends did. Olivia was never one to verbally suppress her feelings of someone she loved. She LOVED to chatter of how “blissfully, wildly, and hopelessly” in love she was with Jason.

Undoubtedly, now that she’s the “happiest she has ever been”, she wouldn’t hesitate to verbalize the source of that happiness, as well as writing and talking about the person who is responsible for it all.

Right?

Take Liam, whom Harry rarely sees, SM’s message to Harry for his Grammy win: “Congrats [Harry] on your Grammy win. What a huge moment, proud to be your brother."

And the supportive girlfriend? Nothing excessive. Just a personalized note celebrating her “boyfriend’s” talents and expressing her pride.

Olivia’s message: 🍉

Olivia’s messages about Harry: “my (unnamed, had to be written in by Vogue’s journalist) friend.” Harry styles is my best friend cap. Compulsively liking secondary statements written by strangers on SM. “Happy happy” (strangely showed NO NAME on the board), 👏🏼 when the album was released. Traditional acknowledgment post thanking him for his WORK in DWD, and “You know I can’t talk about that” to the TMZ pap.

Can’t, Olivia? Or contractually barred from doing so, as you don’t hesitate to steal coins from wishing wells, and collect dropped change in Hampstead to pay for the overflow of articles, pap walks, blinds, and “fan sights” that speaks the false narratives you, yourself, are blocked from saying directly.

As well as walking daily from Belsize to Hampstead to be spotted near one of his publicly recognized properties.

After comparing and contrasting their “expressions of love” against a broad spectrum of couples, private and public, platonic and romantic, including their own behavioral patterns, it’s safe to say that, as always, the 1 + 1 IS NOT adding to 2 with Holivia’s romance.

I mean, damn.

Even, the mentally deranged gf harries are allowed to freely post whatever they want about Harry.

Yet, the woman who “has made him feel so comfortable about having sex” is limited to likes, emojis, and only directly posting about him in promotion of the film he’s in?

Here are two honorable mentions that I thought Olivia, herself, should be reminded of, as they are her own words:

“All actors should experience public failure.”

“I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and NOT DEFINED BY ANOTHER PERSON.”

Interesting, indeed. Has her injections compressed her brain so much so that she has completely forgotten this motto? Start choosing your words wisely, Cockburn. For they may be used as instruments for your publicly undoing.

And, a special message from “king Harry” himself:

“I want a girl who respects herself. It means her standards are high and if I fit them then I’d be honored.”

….Yeah. If anyone is still convinced of the “romantic nature” of Holivia, use this cheat sheet to guide you. Getting unnecessary lost in the sea of chaos and confusion is not worth anyone’s time.

That’s all.

For everyone reading, I hope you all are doing alright.

[manesalex]

Throwback Thursday (or, Saturday, really)

Thanks for tagging me in this, @pastelwitchling! And thanks for your patience! Here is an excerpt from my arranged marriage/soulmate fic, touching you i start to bloom. Parts of this fic just popped into my head out of nowhere when I was at work. Before I had written any fanfiction. I’m so glad I took the time to write it out and share it with all of you.

And, since I’m using a readmore, I’m gonna tag @winged-fool and @bellakitse at the top.

This section has a tiny bit of smut in it, so consider yourself warned.

***

Michael is surprised by Alex’s friend Rosa grabbing him and pulling him aside the morning of the wedding. He waves off his concerned protective detail, certain that no one will be happy if one of Alex’s closest friends has to miss the wedding after security takes her out.

“I know you’re royalty and everything, but if you hurt Alex, I will destroy you,” she threatens. And, the thing is, he actually believes her. She is tiny, but absolutely terrifying, in a way very different from, yet quite similar to Isobel. He can picture this woman ruining his life with her bare hands if he wronged her, the way Isobel would with a few careful words.

“I don’t want to hurt Alex,” he tells her, hoping he’s being reassuring.

“You already have, pendejo,” she practically spits at him. “All this bullshit about soulmates like Alex needs to hear anything else about how he’s not enough for yet another asshole. He’s had this thing forced on him just as much as, if not more than you have and it’s all because his father is fucking scum. And, yet, because he’s Alex, he’s still trying to make the best of it and build something real with you, but you keep telling him he couldn’t possibly compare to a dead person out of some kind of fairytale fantasy!”

Michael feels like he’s been slapped. He doesn’t know how Rosa, or Alex, for that matter, knows about his soulmate, but, somehow, they do. And, with that knowledge, what he said two nights ago must have felt like a rejection.

No, he can’t have what he wants, what he spent most of his life wanting, but his parents didn’t get that either and they seem to be happy and in love. They’ve tried. He could try to have what they have. Or he could end up with what Isobel and Max’s parents have, which is a marriage in which they barely speak to each other, even when they’re in the same room. He doesn’t want that for himself. And he wants that even less for Alex.

And, really, marrying Alex Manes is very far from a hardship. He’s the most beautiful person Michael has ever seen. From any planet. And, from what Michael has seen, he’s thoughtful and kind. Michael’s entire family already adores Alex. Hell, Isobel likes only five people in the universe and Alex is already one of them.

“Thank you, Rosa,” he says finally, “I am glad Alex has protective friends like you. But I promise you, I have no intention of hurting him.” With that quick clarification, he sets off in the direction of Alex’s room, trying to figure out what he’s going to say to him.

It’s not long before he’s knocking on the door and Alex is answering, looking better than anyone has a right to, half-dressed, shirt entirely unbuttoned, giving Michael an excellent view of skin.

“Can we talk?” Michael asks. Alex gives him a slightly confused look, but steps aside and Michael steps inside, waiting for Alex to close the door, leaving his security detail right outside. It’s only then that he notices how wary Alex looks.

“I was wrong when I said I can’t have what I want,” Michael starts. “I mean, I can’t have what I wanted when I was a kid, but I realized… My parents don’t have that. And they’re in love. They’re happy. I spent my entire life expecting to have something that would come easily, that would be perfect right away and that’s not how relationships work. I don’t even think that’s how soulmate relationships work. So…” he takes a breath, and looks down at the ground. “What I want is- I know this entire situation was forced on us and it’s all a lie. We could end up like strangers, only tied together by obligation. But I don’t want that. I like you, Alex. I think that, someday, I could love you. Do you think we could try to have something real?” He finishes, gathering the courage to look up into Alex’s face.

Alex’s face moves from wary to cautious to hopeful. And, then, finally, a smile breaks across his face. Michael swears he’s never seen anything that beautiful. “I’d like that.”

“Yeah?” Michael asks, moving closer to him, crowding him against the door.

“Yeah,” Alex glances down at his lips and back at Michael’s eyes.

Michael pushes forward and gently presses his lips against Alex’s. Just that little touch sends desire coursing through him, making him wish he could have infinite more kisses. He pushes one hand into Alex’s dark, soft hair and wraps the other arm around him, pulling him closer.

Alex’s lips part, inviting him in and soon Michael is drowning in his taste and his touch, just desperate for every little bit of him, hands exploring, reaching lower, toward Alex’s belt.

Alex stills his hand with his own, but doesn’t pull away. “We’re getting married in about an hour. And we can do this fast and dirty. Or we can wait and spend all of tonight fucking.”

“We can’t do both?” Michael can’t help but ask with a cheeky grin.

Alex grins and shrugs, letting go of Michael’s hand. So Michael sinks slowly to his knees and starts to carefully unbutton Alex’s pants. He’ll have time to do all the things he wants to do to him later. But, for now, he just wants to find out what kind of sounds Alex Manes makes when he comes.

#ask me stuff #*myfic

[thephantomchronicles]

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself”

“i fucked up why, do you not care?”

“you’re my friend of course i fucking care”

alex and carrie

ao3 link here

Alex ran over to the training room, only to find it empty. He’d desperately wished he’d find Carrie there, just punching her frustrations away like she tended to do. Because that, Alex knew how to deal with. It was anger, it was rage and he could talk her down. But Carrie wasn’t there.

So, if she wasn’t in her room, wasn’t in the infirmary, wasn’t in the training room, was it now the right time to freak out?

It hadn’t been that bad, really. They were used to scratches and bruises, one concussion here and there. It wasn’t great, but it was the norm. It was fine. And sometimes the injuries were worse and they had to stay put for a day or two, but every night they came back to the Institute safe, it was a good night. And he knew that Carrie knew as much.

They hadn’t known her for too long, but she’d already been there for five months and that was enough for all of them to know that they liked her. Alex loved Luke and Reggie more than anything and it’d been the three of them for a while now. It had been a little weird, how their dynamic had suddenly changed and all it’d taken was one single moment for them to become a group of three rather than four. Alex had figured that’s how it was going to be from now on.

But then Carrie had joined them and even though she certainly didn’t seem as warm and excited to be there, the guys had welcomed her. Well, mostly Reggie and Luke because Alex had always been wary of new people and he was never really fond of change. And letting new people in… It was a change and at a time where his whole life wasn’t really… well, it wasn’t the best it could be. He was just thankful he had the Institute and his friends. People he could go to when life was too much.

He was quick to find that he did like Carrie though. He couldn’t blame her for being closed off, she had her own issues to deal with and she was walking into an already formed team, that had to be tough for anyone. But they’d made it work and he considered her one of his closest friends.

Which was how he knew something was terribly wrong here.

Carrie would get angry rather than sad. She would punch a bag until her hands bled and she’d wake up the next morning like nothing was wrong. Alex wasn’t a master in dealing with his feelings by any means, but he seriously doubted that was healthy. And the fact that he couldn’t find her right now… It wasn’t reassuring.

He groaned frustrated as he walked outside, starting to get seriously worried that no one seemed to know where she was, only to bump into someone just as he crossed the doorway. He looked up, about to apologize, only to come face to face with the very same person he’d been looking for.

“Where have you been?” he called out, pulling her into a hug. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you! I was worried.” Carrie remained still and tense which already betrayed that this was far from over, but at least she was still there. That was something.

“Why?” she asked, making Alex pull back.

“Why?” he repeated. “Carrie, we nearly died out there and then you disappeared. You realize that’s not a good sign.”

“I’m fine,” she said, her tone sharp.

“You don’t sound fine,” Alex insisted. “I honestly thought you’d left for a second there.”

“Would that be so bad?” Carrie just said, surprising him.

He stared back at her for a second, trying to make sense of what was going on. “Yes,” he answered slowly. “You’re okay, right? You didn’t get hurt?” He looked her over, wanting to make sure.

“No, I just stood there while Luke did,” she snapped.

“Is that what this is about?” Alex asked. “Luke’s fine. He was just trying to bribe me to get him out of the infirmary.” Alex had tried to be responsible and said no, but was pretty sure Reggie would end up helping him out, no charge. It was just a couple of bruised ribs after all, he should be fine by tomorrow morning.

“He’d be better if I hadn’t screwed up,” she said and tried to walk past him into the Institute, but Alex stopped her.

“Wait, Carrie, wait,” he said. “You know Luke getting hurt wasn’t your fault, right? I mean, we get hurt all the time. It’s unavoidable. It’s not like you were just sitting around, I saw you. There were a lot of demons around, you were cornered.”

“Oh really?” she snapped. “What if it’d been more serious? What if he’d been poisoned? What if he’d died?”

Alex took a second, knowing she was riling him up on purpose. She wanted him to be mad at her and she was trying to push his buttons, but Alex was determined to get to the bottom of this.

“He didn’t die,” he said. “And you weren’t alone out there either way. Having each other’s backs is essential, but it’s not your responsibility to keep us alive.”

“You don’t get it,” she said and turned around, going down the steps, still trying to get away from him.

“What don’t I get?” Alex pressed on, following her. “I know you want to keep everyone safe and that’s admirable, but it’s not always up to-”

“This is my thing, Alex!” Carried cut him off, turning around to face him. “This is the one thing I’m good at, the one thing. If I don’t have that, I don’t have anything, you get that right? I spent years in the Academy, I was the best in my class and fighting has always been the only thing I didn’t disappoint in. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not the loveliest person to have around. I know. It’s been made clear.”

“Carrie-” Alex started to say, his heart breaking a little for her. He knew her life in Idris hadn’t been great and the guys were kind of the first real friends she’d made, but he hadn’t realized it was this bad.

“So don’t stand there and tell me that this is okay, because it’s not. Because this is the one thing I have and if I don’t, people will die.”

“No one is dead, Carrie, and no one is blaming you. This is not your fault!”

“I fucked up, why do you not care?” she called out, starting to get angry at him now.

“Because this is not on you!” Alex called back. “Care, hey, look at me,” he said softly when she tried to turn around again. “You’re not in the Academy anymore. I know you didn’t have a good time over there, but I’d like to think that the Institute has been nice. I know the guys and I are not super cool, all capable Shadowhunters, but we’ve made it so far and we try to take care of each other as much as we can. And you’ve been here for a while, that extends to you too. No one’s expecting anything from you. We don’t care if you’re not at the top of your game all the time. We know you can kick our asses anytime,” he added in the end trying to lighten up the mood. He was pretty sure Carrie’s lips twitched up in a smile for a second there, but it was gone a bit too quickly.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” she said, although her resolve was starting to loosen, Alex could feel it.

“You’re my friend, of course I fucking care!” Alex said. “I know you’re this fierce Shadowhunter warrior, but it’s okay to count on us sometimes too. I try to keep an eye on everyone all the time too, but sometimes it’s just… It’s not easy. Sometimes there’s too much going on. You have to trust that we can also take care of ourselves. I mean Luke could have broken an arm today, but he reacted accordingly and minimized the damage. These things happen.”

Some of the tension had started bleeding out of her which was a good sign as any. There wasn’t much more Alex could do rather than reassure her that this was actually okay. It was their life. They were going to get hurt multiple more times in the future.

“Just… don’t go,” he said softly, the tension now gone. “Don’t give up on this. I mean, I know I can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself. It’s been going good these past few months, hasn’t it?”

Carrie sighed. She didn’t seem as mad anymore. “I guess I kind of like you,” she said.

“That is the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” he said, wiping away an imaginary tear and making Carrie roll her eyes.

“Luke’s really okay?” she asked.

“I guarantee you Reggie has broken him out and realized he’s made a mistake by now,” he said with a smile. “You’re welcomed to come and help me drag him back.”

“Hm, sounds like fun,” she said, smiling a little too. And sure, Alex knew this wouldn’t be the end of it and he couldn’t change Carrie’s opinions and ideas with just one talk, but he could certainly keep reminding her that they weren’t going to reject her the second she wasn’t the best at this. She’d already saved their asses multiple times by now to linger in the bad stuff and Alex and the guys knew firsthand what it felt like to lose someone close to you, so he was determined. Sure, Carrie hadn’t been there for long, but he had a feeling this was going to last. She was going to stay with them for a while.

#thank you🥰 #the phantom chronicles #hurt prompts #jatp #julie #alex mercer #carrie wilson #shadowhunter AU

[survey--s]

374.

Did you ever used to make cookies, cakes or pie with your grandma? No. My grandma was too elderly to do anything like that, really, plus I only saw her every couple of years so we weren’t very close. Do you burn incense? No, it gives me a headache, but I do love scented candles. Do you smoke weed? Nope. Have you actually been through a devastating natural disaster before? No, thankfully not. We do get pretty bad floods most years but luckily they’re not really life-threatening. What fast food place, in your opinion, has the best french fries? McDonald’s.

Do you believe one day aliens might take over Planet Earth? Ha, it wouldn’t surprise me. Do you like soda pop? If so, which is your favorite and least favorite? I like Pepsi Max and Tango. My least favourites are probably regular coke and root beer. Does it bother you when people burp around you or do you do it too? I mean, I’d be a bit grossed out of someone did it in my face, but it’s not really something to be embarrassed about either. When is the next time you’ll talk to the cousin you’re closest to? I don’t really have a relationship with any of my cousins. When was the last time you saw a bird? What kind of bird was this? Probably a seagull earlier today - they’re everywhere here.  How old were you when you had the chicken pox? I was about six, I think. Ever had a friend named Alex or John? Yeah several people named Alex. When was the last time you painted a picture? Years ago. What kind of stuff do you like on your hot dogs? I’m really not a fan of hot dogs. Where did you kiss the last person you kissed? In the bedroom, I think. What’s your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? Waffles with bacon, maple syrup and mascarpone. Has someone seen you naked in the past month? Sure. How many concerts have you been to? Around ten, but I haven’t been to any for years now. Do you think it’s right for straight guys to get their tongue pierced? I mean, of course. Anyone who wants a tongue piercing should get one. Last thing you drank? Pepsi Max.  Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? I’ve had my nose pierced for over a decade now. Would you ever donate blood? I can’t - they always have issues with my veins. Have you ever driven without a license? Nope. Are you ticklish? Very. What are you listening to? I’m watching “Mom” - it’s actually okay considering it’s another Chuck Lorre programme and they’re all pretty much the same lol. Describe the main problem with your last relationship? He was a pathological liar. What’s on your shower curtain? It’s just a plain glass door. What cartoon/anime character can you most relate to? Lisa Simpson. Do you have any pictures of celebs saved to your computer? Not since I was about twelve lol. Do you like turtleneck sweaters/shirts? No, I hate having stuff up around my neck/throat - it makes me feel sweaty and anxious lol. Do you find hands attractive? I don’t really look at people’s hands. Do you think it is silly to give names to vehicles, or other inanimate objects? I mean, sure, it probably is, but I still do it anyway. Do you ever wear a robe? I do when it’s really cold in the mornings, sure. Is there a hair color/style you really like but don’t think you could pull off? I think pixie cuts look cute on people. Out of all the Disney/Pixar animal “sidekicks”, which one is your favorite? Timon and Pumbaa or the dragon from Mulan. If your mom was a teacher, would you want to be in her class? Sure, my mum is pretty cool. As a kid, did you love playing on Neopets? I played it a couple of times but I think I was a bit old for it by the time I got the internet properly at home. Would you ever get a pet turtle? Why or why not? Nah. Turtles are cute but they’re pretty specialist pets and they SMELL lol. What shop/store/brand would you model for, if given the choice? Fat Face. If I search your room will I find birth control? Nope. Have you ever witnessed a birth? Only on TV shows. Have you ever been told you were a good writer? Yeah, by my English teachers and stuff. Is the last person of the opposite sex you texted single? We’re married. Which Scooby-Doo character are you most like (Scooby, Shaggy, Daphne, Fred, Velma, the monster, Scrappy?) I always found Scooby Doo really annoying lol, so I couldn’t tell you. Describe your dream wedding where money is no option. On a beach somewhere warm and tropical. Do you have a birth mark? Where? Does it look like anything? I do, but it’s just a blotch on my chin. If you were blind for the rest of your life… what would you miss seeing the most? My family, my animals and the views. What is your favorite animal? List three adjectives to explain your choice. Penguins and nah. What is the most outrageous thing you’ve done for God? God doesn’t exist. What person in the Bible do you most closely identify with? ... If you were to write a book what would it be about? I have absolutely no idea. Who do you admire the most? I don’t really get the concept of admiring people. Who was your hero when you were a child, and what did you do to be like them? I never had any heroes. If you could rid the world of one thing, what would it be? Religion. The last piece of roadkill you saw, what kind of animal was it? Probably a squirrel or a rabbit. Has anyone ever cheated on their boyfriend/girlfriend with you? Yes, but I didn’t know he was in a relationship at the time. Who/what is the last thing you kicked? One of the dogs I walk lol. Obviously not intentionally, he just decided to get right under my feet. List 5 things that have happened in the last 7 days. (They can be anything at all, anything that’s happened involving you, or your family, friends, partner) - I’ve worked a stupid number of hours at work - I did an overnight and spent the night getting kicked in the head by one of the dogs lol. - My riding lesson was cancelled and I was really grateful as the weather was absolutely appalling. - I got soaked through at work at least three days running. - My weekend booking cancelling which means a day off!

Do you like The Hunger Games? The books were good but the films were a bit boring really.  Random fact about the person you love/like? He just got his hair cut yesterday.

What would you do if your ex contacted you? Be nosy and ask what he wanted.

How many pets do you want? And of what? We currently have four - I’d love another dog and a horse, realistically, and also a sugar glider or two lol. Have you ever asked someone out? Sure.  Is the last person you kissed a virgin? Nope. Who makes you the happiest? My husband, my family, my animals. Has someone smacked your butt in the past week? Yes. Was your last kiss standing up, sitting down, or laying down? Standing up. What are your views on spontaneous human combustion? i don’t believe in it. What was the last zoo/aquarium you went to? Just our local zoo which is pretty small, really. I don’t remember the last time I visited an Aquarium - maybe in London? What does the last message in your Facebook inbox concern? It’s from a lady who runs a charity scheme I donate to. She was just asking me to donate to her latest Christmas raffle. Who is your closest friend of the opposite sex? What’s the best thing about him? Mike - he just “gets” me. How did you meet the person you fell hardest for? We met on an online dating website. What was the last alcoholic drink you had? I can’t remember, I haven’t had a drink in almost a year. What did you last take medication for? Period pains. What was your favourite thing about the person you fell hardest for? ... Are you a strong swimmer? I’m okay. What is your favorite combination of colors? Purple and grey, or red and grey. When was the last time you screamed out loud and what were the circumstances? Earlier today - it was so windy I was yelling the dogs to get out of the water.  Can you describe your father in one word? Unsocial. What’s the first movie you ever recall seeing? Pocahontas. Do you still watch movies intended for children? Yeah, more than I watch movies intended for adults, lol. What was your worst fear as a child? Have you overcame that fear? Bears. I can’t say I really worry about them much these days lol. What’s your younger sibling’s name? I don’t have any siblings. Have you ever had a churro? I love churros. How is/was your chemistry class in high school? I never enjoyed it. What was the first thing you ate today? Toast with peanut butter.

#survey #surveys

[hoghtastic]

"A lot of times, the abuser isolates the victim to a point where their closest family members and friends don’t know a thing" i have experienced that, held my hand and talked to my parents on the phone while I was in hospital. But the difference is, my friends knew, by how I was acting, they knew and they helped me. You think his friends don't know what a user/abuser looks like? You think even he wouldn't know from past experiences? He's not been isolated. What a horrible thing to even suggest.

First of all, I’m really sorry you went through such a relationship and hope you’re now doing better. But please don’t twist my words and make me sound like a horrible person for “suggesting Alex had been isolated”, when if you read my answer carefully, I clearly stated it was a general consideration and not about Alex & Johanne. I meant it as an example as to why we can’t assume that someone’s friends and family know everything that’s going on, that they really know their partner and their true character/intentions. Sometimes people don’t tell their loved ones everything, out of fear or shame, or even confusion (gaslighting is real and will have people doubting their own feelings and thoughts). Sometimes it takes them years to ask for help, while they try their best to act as everything is fine. It’s the same with people going through depression. And when they lose their battle, friends and family are left devastated because they didn’t see the signs, they couldn’t have helped. And no, I’m also not suggesting that Alex is depressed, these are just general examples to support my opinion. I hope it’s a little more clear now.

#anon asks

[starringsheshitposts]

Caroline: :( Ew...! I have a pimple! I’m so ugly!!

Alex: It could be worse. You could have grandma glasses and a children’s haircut.

Archie:

Caroline: :( Hm...! (desperately putting on concealer)

Archie: Yeah, well, you could have no discernible personality traits other than “undermedicated” and a poorly crafted pun about tea and punishment as your Twitter handle.

Alex: Ouch.

Caroline: :( But what about my pimple? I can’t cover it up!! It’s so gross!

Archie: It’s not gross, Caroline! No part of you is gross! (kisses her pimple) See?

Alex: I don’t know what that was supposed to make me feel other than nauseated.

Archie: Don’t you think Caroline’s pretty, even with her pimple?

Alex: ...Well, to be honest, Archimedes, I hadn’t really considered it.

Caroline: Archie kissed it! Now it’s your turn!

Alex: I’ll kiss it.

Caroline: :) Really?

Alex: Yes. As soon as Archimedes kisses the seat of my trousers.

Archie: >:C

Caroline: :( You think I’m ugly...!

Alex: I’m not kissing your pimple, Caroline. That’s disgusting.

Archie: OOOOOH, YOU SAID CAROLINE’S DISGUSTING!!!

Alex: I did not! I said that willingly kissing pimples is disgusting.

Caroline: Even though it’s on your best friend’s face? :(

Alex: Did you just declare yourself my best friend?

Caroline: (looking in the mirror at her pimple) Well, who else would it be? I’m not being nasty, Alex, but you don’t keep a lot of friends. It makes sense for me to be your closest friend.

Alex: You’re not my closest friend.

Caroline: ............Oh...

Archie: Well, if it’s not Caroline, then who is?

Alex: It’s this! (he holds up a completely unidentifiable object)

Caroline: ...... (she tilts her head) What is it?

Alex: I have absolutely no idea, but isn’t it great? I found it in a pond.

Caroline: ...................Okay, so back to what’s important!

Archie: Me.

Caroline: No!! :( My pimple!

Alex: Caroline, for the love of God, it’s only a pimple! It’s not that bad.

Caroline: You wouldn’t understand, beauty standards aren’t the same for men as they are for women!!

Alex: I understand why you’d say that, but I think you’re forgetting what I look like, Caroline. I wish my only flaw was a tiny pimple!

Caroline: Aww, you think that’s my only flaw? :)

Alex: I think you need a reality check.

Archie: I think we need a dog.

Alex: We’re not getting a dog, Archimedes.

Archie: C’mon, you know you want one!!

Caroline: (kneeling and pawing at Alex) :) Woof?

Alex: NOW LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE, ARCHIMEDES! SHE’S WOOFING FOR VALIDATION!

Archie: Pretty sure its not the first time she’s done that in her life, lmao.

Caroline: :( .......Woof?

Alex: NO! (he smacks her on the nose with a rolled up newspaper) BAD DOG! STUPID DOG! HORRIBLE, HATEFUL, LOATHSOME DOG!! GET UP!

Archie: You’re literally playing into it at this point, I don’t know what else I can do to stop it from happening.

Alex: Stop what from happening?

Caroline: >:C Ow!! That hurt!

Alex: I should warn you that the last dog I had died under gruesome circumstances so you should probably do what I told you to do if you want to live.

Caroline: ........ (sadly, slowly starts to stand up) I just wanted to be a cute puppy...

Alex: I’m not your target audience for that, Caroline, and to be honest with you, I don’t know who is.

Archie: OnlyFans, lmao.

Alex: WHY must you turn everything sexual?!

Archie: Bold of you to assume it wasn’t already sexual...

Caroline: Can we all say something else other than the word “sexual”?!

Alex: Putrefaction.

Caroline: ..........I was thinking more like “Let’s all go out for coffee”, but I suppose that will do.

Alex: We can go out for coffee, if you wish, Caroline.

Caroline: ...But what about my pimple...?

Alex: OH MY GOD! Alright, hold still! (he puts his hand over her cheek)

Caroline: :) I don’t know what’s going on right now but I don’t ever want it to end.

Alex: (he takes his hand away) There! It’s gone. Are you happy now?

Caroline: :o (looking in her compact mirror) ...Omg! Alex!! How did you do that?!

Alex: It’s what I do, Caroline. Will you stop your incessant whining now?

Caroline: :) You never cease to amaze me, Alex.

Alex: Good. Shall we go?

Archie: We’re going to a place that serves decaf, right...?

Alex: (putting on his coat) Nope, we’re going to poison you.

Archie: :( Aw...! Not again!

[purplesurveys]

1616

Did you ever used to make cookies, cakes or pie with your grandma? So I lived with my maternal grandma growing up but I never baked with her, mainly because her specialty is more on cooking. I did bake cookies, however, with one of my aunts with whom I lived, too. I’d help her mix the dough and roll them up into balls.

Do you burn incense? No, I hate the smell and it also reminds me of church so I never liked incense.

Do you smoke weed? Nope.

Have you actually been through a devastating natural disaster before? We have 1-2 typhoons every year that are on the more destructive side, yes; but we’ve been very fortunate to have never been severely affected. The most we’ve faced was like ankle-deep flood that reached the inside of our home, but that’s it. What fast food place, in your opinion, has the best french fries? KFC has terrific seasoned fries. Jollibee is great if you’re looking for some classic salty fries.

Do you believe one day aliens might take over Planet Earth? I don’t believe it will ever happen in this lifetime, but the scenario also doesn’t seem all too impossible for me. We’re not the only ones out here anyway.

Do you like soda pop? If so, which is your favorite and least favorite? I detest soda and any kind of fizzy drink. I will take a sip of Pepsi though if I had no choice but to drink soda.

Does it bother you when people burp around you or do you do it too? It only bothers me if they burp close enough and I smell what they just ate, ugh lol gross. But burping for me overall is less gross than farting, so it’s whatever.

When is the next time you’ll talk to the cousin you’re closest to? Not so sure! Maybe a few weekends from now when we come over to visit.

When was the last time you saw a bird? What kind of bird was this? I’m not sure; I haven’t looked outside in a while. Probably a few days ago as they are everywhere where I live anyway.

How old were you when you had the chicken pox? I’ve never had it.

Ever had a friend named Alex or John? I’ve had a few Alexes as friend. 

When was the last time you painted a picture? December. I never finished it though.

What kind of stuff do you like on your hot dogs? Mayonnaise or honey mustard.

Where did you kiss the last person you kissed? Outside my house.

What’s your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? Fried rice, omelette, and hotdogs, with salted egg on the side.

Has someone seen you naked in the past month? Nope.

How many concerts have you been to? Four international acts and a bunch of smaller local shows.

Do you think it’s right for straight guys to get their tongue pierced? Well, yeah? Let’s not gatekeep piercings, lmao.

Last thing you drank? Water.

Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? Key word here is thought - yeah. But it’s not like I ever plan on acting on that thought; I was never all that crazy about piercings.

Would you ever donate blood? Nope, unless it were for a really really really REALLY close loved one. Otherwise the thought just makes me feel faint.

Have you ever driven without a license? There have been a handful of times where I was mid-drive and realized that I left my wallet (where my license is) at home. During those times, I panic for like 5 seconds lol and try to drive as responsibly as I can so as to not get pulled over; once I get to wherever I have to be, I would typically GrabExpress my wallet to me so that I don’t feel stressed by the time I have to drive back home.

Are you ticklish? Yeah, super. I even feel tickled when someone puts their hands near me (like they’re not even touching me yet) so it’s become a bit of a gag where my friends would place their hands a few inches away just to see me squirm and jump lol.

What are you listening to? I have Episode 2 of Suchwita in the background.

Describe the main problem with your last relationship? We were extremely toxic to one another.

What’s on your shower curtain? Nothing, it’s just this plain plastic-but-not-so-plastic(??) material. I never learned what it’s made of.

What cartoon/anime character can you most relate to? Mr. Peanutbutter from Bojack Horseman. I feel like I’m one of the handful of people who actively take a liking to him, and I think it’s because I see a lot of myself in him and idk it’s just a bit reassuring? validating? idk the right word, to be able to relate to someone so much.

Do you have any pictures of celebs saved to your computer? Yeah I have a few photos of BTS on my laptop, mostly desktop wallpapers and memes I come across. Most of my photos of them are on my phone though - a camera roll of over 30,000 strong, lol.

Do you like turtleneck sweaters/shirts? They’re extremely uncomfy and make my neck itch like crazy, but yes. I like how they look on me, so I get them nonetheless.

Do you find hands attractive? Yes, very much so.

Do you think it is silly to give names to vehicles, or other inanimate objects? No, unless you develop a rather obsessive relationship with whatever the thing is, I guess? Otherwise, you do you. My dad has names for our cars and I think it’s actually pretty endearing.

Do you ever wear a robe? I don’t even own one, so no. Where I live is too warm for those.

Is there a hair color/style you really like but don’t think you could pull off? Neon orange.

Out of all the Disney/Pixar animal “sidekicks”, which one is your favorite? Maximus from Tangled!

If your mom was a teacher, would you want to be in her class? Continued from Thursday evening. Probably not, only because I don’t want to have to encounter negative comments about her should it ever get to that point.

As a kid, did you love playing on Neopets? I had an offline Neopets game on my old phone that I fairly enjoyed, but I never actually knew what it’s like to play Neopets online. To this day I still don’t know much about Neopets beyond the game I used to play.

Would you ever get a pet turtle? Why or why not? No. I wouldn’t know the first step in taking care of them.

What shop/store/brand would you model for, if given the choice? Nike or adidas.

If I search your room will I find birth control? Nope.

Have you ever witnessed a birth? Not in real life.

Have you ever been told you were a good writer? Yeah, it’s the only skill-related compliment I ever get.

Is the last person of the opposite sex you texted single? I can’t even remember who that would be.

Which Scooby-Doo character are you most like (Scooby, Shaggy, Daphne, Fred, Velma, the monster, Scrappy?) I never watched much Scooby Doo so I don’t actually know the personalities of the different characters.

Describe your dream wedding where money is no option. I don’t think I even have one anymore; I used to have visions of the perfect wedding, but those images don’t seem as appealing to me now...idk, maybe renting out an entire art museum in like Europe? Something like that, I guess.

Do you have a birth mark? Where? Does it look like anything? I have one on the left side of my upper back, and another one on my butt. I used to have one on my right arm but that faded away over time.

If you were blind for the rest of your life… what would you miss seeing the most? The sea and the view of cities from an airplane. And my dogs.

What is your favorite animal? List three adjectives to explain your choice. Dogs. They’re friendly, lively, and (always) excited.

What is the most outrageous thing you’ve done for God? Believe in it. What person in the Bible do you most closely identify with? Nobody.

If you were to write a book what would it be about? That would either be a memoir or a biography about someone else.

Who do you admire the most? I don’t really get the concept of admiring people. < Same, I always struggle when faced with this question. Idk...I just don’t care enough about anyone to hold this kind of lasting feeling for them.

Who was your hero when you were a child, and what did you do to be like them? I didn’t have any heroes.

If you could rid the world of one thing, what would it be? Pickles.

The last piece of roadkill you saw, what kind of animal was it? Cat.

Has anyone ever cheated on their boyfriend/girlfriend with you? Nope.

Who/what is the last thing you kicked? A volleyball. List 5 things that have happened in the last 7 days. (They can be anything at all, anything that’s happened involving you, or your family, friends, partner)

I learned that four people at work got fired, and it’s been a whirlwind within our group chats since;

I had been take completely aback seeing a notification from Jin;

My client under one account managed to piss me off a billion times;

I watched a couple episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine for the first time in a couple of years; and

I managed to get Cooper’s shit (literal shit) on my clothes while walking him last Wednesday.

Do you like The Hunger Games? Never read the books; as for the movies I’ve only seen the first and it was fine.

Random fact about the person you love/like? -

What would you do if your ex contacted you? Block the number. How many pets do you want? And of what? I’m okay with my two dogs, but not gonna lie I’ve always wanted to experience having another aspin. Cooper and Agi are fantastic and I have my own dynamic with both of them, but they were also never the type to pick a ‘person’ (they love and are trusting of everyone lol), the same way Kimi – who was part aspin – instantly picked me for all of his 14 years. I’ve always naturally gravitated towards aspins and I just miss having that kind of relationship with a dog.

Have you ever asked someone out? Yup.

Is the last person you kissed a virgin? Well, no.

Who makes you the happiest? BTS and my dogs.

Has someone smacked your butt in the past week? Nope.

Was your last kiss standing up, sitting down, or laying down? Pretty sure it was done standing up. What are your views on spontaneous human combustion? Interesting, but not sure I believe in it.

What was the last zoo/aquarium you went to? Oooh I can’t remember the province but I remember having a shit time because I just felt bad for the animals.

What does the last message in your Facebook inbox concern? Angela, Reena, and I were discussing the alcohol options we can have tonight when we have our sleepover at my place.

Who is your closest friend of the opposite sex? What’s the best thing about him? Probably Hans. He’s funny and has got great advice for everything. 

How did you meet the person you fell hardest for? It was in grade school and we had mutual friends who introduced us to each other.

What was the last alcoholic drink you had? Weng-weng.

What did you last take medication for? Just a Biogesic for a headache. What was your favourite thing about the person you fell hardest for? I can’t remember.

Are you a strong swimmer? Hardly. I struggle with just treading.

What is your favorite combination of colors? I like pastels or nudes combinations.

When was the last time you screamed out loud and what were the circumstances? Agi was on his way to eat Cooper’s shit so I let out a yell to scare him off.

Can you describe your father in one word? Hardworking.

What’s the first movie you ever recall seeing? Stuart Little 2.

Do you still watch movies intended for children? Of course. Isn’t that what Disney+ is for, and not for the original series or series reboots or Marvel movies? Hahahaha jk.

What was your worst fear as a child? Have you overcame that fear? Flying cockroaches, and no there is nothing in the world that would make me overcome it.

What’s your younger sibling’s name? Nina is one of them.

Have you ever had a churro? Yeah, many times in high school back when it was a fad lol.

How is/was your chemistry class in high school? Hated it, made me miserable, but also never gave a fuck about my grades for it because I knew I was headed to journalism school the year after.

What was the first thing you ate today? Tuna gimbap.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #067

Did you ever used to make cookies, cakes or pie with your grandma? No. I did practically nothing with the only grandparent (Mom's mom) I really knew. I didn't like her and I KNOW she didn't like me. Do you burn incense? Not at all regularly, but I like to. Do you smoke weed? No. It's not legal here but I'm also just not interested in smoking anything. Have you actually been through a devastating natural disaster before? Yeah, Hurricane Floyd was pretty damn devastating. I barely remember it at all, though. I was very young. What fast food place, in your opinion, has the best french fries? Bojangle's by far, which is a mostly east coast-exclusive chain restaurant founded right here in NC. They use a special seasoning that is just so fuckin good.

Do you believe one day aliens might take over Planet Earth? I suppose it's possible, but I genuinely don't think it'll happen. Do you like soda pop? If so, which is your favorite and least favorite? I answered my favorites in the last survey I took I think, but my least favorite is probably root beer. Does it bother you when people burp around you or do you do it too? I don't give a shit. It's a natural body function. When is the next time you’ll talk to the cousin you’re closest to? Since cutting my uncle's family out of my life, I'm not close to any of my cousins. When was the last time you saw a bird? What kind of bird was this? Sometime earlier today, and I didn't get enough detail to know. There were two chasing each other out the window that Roman was very interested in, ha ha. How old were you when you had the chicken pox? I actually never got it. Ever had a friend named Alex or John? Alex, yes. She was a close online friend that fell off the face of the planet after she got a boyfriend. I miss her. When was the last time you painted a picture? Not since I was in college last and had a painting course. What kind of stuff do you like on your hot dogs? Just mustard and ketchup. Small bits of onion are fine, but it's not something I generally ask for. Where did you kiss the last person you kissed? Just by Girt's front door. What’s your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? Dude cinnamon rolls for breakfast can make my whole day lmao. Has someone seen you naked in the past month? My mom probably has at some point, getting in or out of the shower. But maybe not. How many concerts have you been to? Just one. :/ I REALLY want to go to more. Do you think it’s right for straight guys to get their tongue pierced? Who the actual fuck cares about the sexuality of someone with their tongue pierced???? Of course it's fucking fine. Last thing you drank? My mom and I are absolutely ecstatic that we discovered I like strawberry-flavored sparkling water, which is what I have now. I've cut WAY down on soda (I don't have it most days) and I'm sure this will help me even further. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? My right nostril has been pierced two times in the past. The fucking studs (even those that curve to prevent this) just ALWAYS came out in my sleep and the hole would close super, super fast. I'm going to get it redone again at some point though and just use a hoop. Would you ever donate blood? I have in the past and am not against it again, so long as I knew I was well-hydrated. Have you ever driven without a license? Before I even properly started learning to drive, sometimes Ma would let me drive down the rarely-traveled dead-end road that led to our then-house. But otherwise, no. Are you ticklish? Ugh, yes. What are you listening to? I'm watching/listening to WoolieVS play the remake of Resident Evil 2. Describe the main problem with your last relationship? We were just mutually not mentally stable enough and it was adding more stress to the other person. What’s on your shower curtain? Nothing. The hall bathroom's shower curtain is just white, while the one in my mom's room has a door. What cartoon/anime character can you most relate to? I don't really know, I don't feel like thinking too deep on this. Do you have any pictures of celebs saved to your computer? ........ I may or may not have a folder titled "Rammstein" LMAOOOOOOOOOO Do you like turtleneck sweaters/shirts? No, they are SO uncomfortable. Do you find hands attractive? Sometimes, sure, but they're not a major thing I notice. Do you think it is silly to give names to vehicles, or other inanimate objects? I don't care. I don't really do it (except for stuffed animals, lol), but it's whatever if others do. Do you ever wear a robe? No. Is there a hair color/style you really like but don’t think you could pull off? BUZZCUTS FOR WOMEN. Omg it looks SO good sometimes, but I couldn't pull it off, I'm sure. I've also seen bright, lime green hair, and it can look great, but I don't think I could rock it. Out of all the Disney/Pixar animal “sidekicks”, which one is your favorite? Timon and Pumbaa, of course. :') If your mom was a teacher, would you want to be in her class? My mother actually HAS substituted my class before, ha ha. I can't remember the actual situation, but I remember it happening at least once in elementary. She worked regularly as an assistant with special ed classes, and she somehow ended up as a sub for a normal class with me. She was a great teacher. As a kid, did you love playing on Neopets? Neopets was literally what started my computer addiction. I LOVED it. Would you ever get a pet turtle? Why or why not? Nah, they're not my kind of pet. What shop/store/brand would you model for, if given the choice? Rebel's Market or Hot Topic if they actually wanted my ugly ass lmao. If I search your room will I find birth control? Yes. Have you ever witnessed a birth? Only cats. Have you ever been told you were a good writer? That's honestly probably what I've been complimented on most in my life. Is the last person of the opposite sex you texted single? My dad is married. Which Scooby-Doo character are you most like (Scooby, Shaggy, Daphne, Fred, Velma, the monster, Scrappy?) Uhhh I guess Velma? Describe your dream wedding where money is no option. Set in a gothic mansion. The "aisle" I walk down is a big ol' curved staircase. Absolutely NOT going to happen, but I can dream, ha ha. Do you have a birth mark? Where? Does it look like anything? Yeah, just a random darker blotch on my lower right arm. If you were blind for the rest of your life… what would you miss seeing the most? Nature landscapes. What is your favorite animal? List three adjectives to explain your choice. Meerkats, because they're incredibly bold (practically fearless, let's be real), loyal, and resilient as a motherfucker. Just imagine a foot-tall, two-pound little animal surviving a snake bite you never could've. What is the most outrageous thing you’ve done for God? Be a general piece of fucking shit. What person in the Bible do you most closely identify with? I never read much of the Bible, so... If you were to write a book what would it be about? I'd probably pick one specific RP character's story to tell in full. Who do you admire the most? My mom. Who was your hero when you were a child, and what did you do to be like them? Steve Irwin. I tried to always be nice to animals and teach others about them and why they're good. If you could rid the world of one thing, what would it be? Violence. The last piece of roadkill you saw, what kind of animal was it? Uhhh I think an opossum. They're sadly what you see most of here. :( Has anyone ever cheated on their boyfriend/girlfriend with you? What he did was absolutely cheating, yes. Who/what is the last thing you kicked? I stubbed my fucking toe on the corner of my bed yesterday. I FINALLY got a brand new bed + mattress, but the size of it isn't the exact same and I think the natural, subconscious course I take walking to the side where I lie down has been slightly thrown off. Seriously fucking hurt. List 5 things that have happened in the last 7 days. (They can be anything at all, anything that’s happened involving you, or your family, friends, partner) 1.) I went to Girt's a few days ago, which was nice because I really like spending time with his family and getting to know them more. 2.) I went to the doctor and left having started a weight loss plan. I start getting the shots... tomorrow, I think. 3.) Girt and I watched Outrageous Pumpkins at my place and I'm now absolutely obsessed, ha ha. It's like, professional pumpkin-carving. 4.) My new bed was set up. I no longer sleep in a fucking ditch that was a feat of goddamn strength to get out of. 5.) I made massive progress in cleaning out my deviantART notifs. I haven't fully cleaned it out in months, and I watch A LOT of fucking people. Time for some questions about you and your significant other/crush. What is something you like, that he/she doesn’t like? Uhhhhhh first thing that comes to mind is tarantulas, ha ha. What is something he/she likes, that you don’t like? Chess. Something you both like? Video games. Something you both dislike? Country music. Do you like The Hunger Games? I loved the first book and movie, but I never read/saw any of the sequels. Random fact about the person you love/like? He went to college forrrrr... I want to say business management. Something like that. He dropped out his last year though after his dad died and his mom needed him, plus he was obviously emotionally affected. He wants to go back to finish eventually. What would you do if your ex contacted you? "The" ex, probably have an emotional breakdown. Or VERY barely keep it together. HOPEFULLY be able to tell him I don't want to be in contact with him. My most recent ex, I don't fucking know. Also hopefully be wise enough to know she shouldn't be in my life and block her again without even replying. Last time you had anal sex? (if ever) Never, and I never want to. Absolutely not my thing, the concept grosses me out. How many pets do you want? And of what? Dear god, I want so much. Western hognose morph, tarantulas, Woma python, Sonoran-subspecies western coachwhip, Mexican black kingsnake, a boa constrictor, green tree python, Argentine BW tegu, African fat-tailed gecko, velvet spider, Asian forest scorpion, orchid + giant dead leaf mantis, more ball python morphs, MAYBE an elephant trunk snake... there's just so many, dude. Realistically I probably won't have all of these, but we'll see what I can manage in the future. Have you ever asked someone out? Yes, more than once. Is the last person you kissed a virgin? No. Who makes you the happiest? Girt. Has someone smacked your butt in the past week? No. Was your last kiss standing up, sitting down, or laying down? Standing. What are your views on spontaneous human combustion? I find it interesting and equally terrifying, but I don't know with total certainty if I believe it's possible. I know there has been at least one "recorded" case in history, but it's literally just a picture of the chair she'd sat in and her shoes and I believe the scene could definitely have been posed. What was the last zoo/aquarium you went to? The last zoo I went to was the Asheboro Zoo, and idk the last aquarium. Somewhere at the beach though and it's very small. What does the last message in your Facebook inbox concern? I was talking with a friend who is cancelling her wedding and breaking up with her partner and really needed an ear. I was supposed to shoot her wedding, hence why she chose me to talk with. I really, really hope this goes over well for her, I don't think she's told him yet because she's waiting for something, and I know she's terrified of how he's going to take it. Who is your closest friend of the opposite sex? What’s the best thing about him? Girt. He always knows how to cheer me up and is without fail always there for me. How did you meet the person you fell hardest for? We went to the same high school. He apparently saw me in the hallway once and "had" to know who I was so I think found out through a friend that was with him? He ended up sending a friend request on Facebook, and I accepted only because I thought he was a DIFFERENT Jason. Then we started actually talking. What was the last alcoholic drink you had? I actually don't remember. It's been a hot minute. What did you last take medication for? Aside from prescription meds I take daily, Tums. I've been getting fucking heartburn almost every night I lay down to sleep lately, even though I'm ON an antacid. What was your favourite thing about the person you fell hardest for? He could read me just like a fucking book, and I mean it. Jason could know what I was thinking or feeling just by glancing at me. He was also genuinely such a gentle person with me. Are you a strong swimmer? I mean, I'm adequate. What is your favorite combination of colors? Hm... I don't know. Pastel stuff, probably. When was the last time you screamed out loud and what were the circumstances? Uhhhh idk. Can you describe your father in one word? Very goofy. He's turned into such a silly old man, ha ha. What’s the first movie you ever recall seeing? I actually don't know, at all. Do you still watch movies intended for children? Sometimes yeah, kids movies sometimes have better plots than "adult" ones and I really appreciate that they tend to have an important message. What was your worst fear as a child? Have you overcame that fear? Tornadoes, and nope. I am still paralyzingly terrified of them. What’s your younger sibling’s name? Nicole. Have you ever had a churro? No, but they look delicious. How is/was your chemistry class in high school? I actually took physical science, which was the alternative to chemistry in my school. What was the first thing you ate today? I had the Special K cereal that I like that has little chocolate pieces.

#survey #surveys #random questions #random surveys

[alcohol-eyes]

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#Alex really be like “you’re my closest friend you’re my best friend I don’t have anyone else I can have deep talks with besides you no one #understands my mental health problems like you do:)” #me: hey I’ve been really anxious lately I somehow feel like I’m both dying and am already dead and basically completely frozen and can’t do #literally anything ever” #Alex: #me: #Alex: posts on his story that he’s at a bar and doesn’t respond for the rest of the day #Alex the following day: I’ve been having a bad mental health day #me: ummmmmm Chile anyways #Go fuck urself buddy fuck urself real hard

[gamergirl929]

Enchanted To Meet You (Christen Press x Reader)

A chance meeting at a party leads Christen Press to the woman of her dreams, but what happens when the woman of her dreams vanishes without trace, leaving behind only a handkerchief and the phantom feel of her hand in hers? 

Based loosely off Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Christen Press glances down at her wine glass, giving the contents inside a swirl.  

She, along with the remainder of the USWNT veterans, were dressed to the nines, all in attendance for the annual, USSF party with many of the sports, MAJOR investors.  

“Why are we here anyway? I could be drinking cheap beer right now.” Kelley grumbles, earning an elbow in the side from Alex.  

Kelley groans.  

“Come on Al, you don’t want to be here either.”  

Christen picks her head up, her green orbs widening when she catches a pair of eyes on her from across the room.  

Y/E/C orbs catch green and you smile, the conversation between you and those around you completely forgotten as you stare across the room at Christen.  

Your head tilts slightly to the side, your eyes narrowing slightly, as if you’re trying to remember something.  

You give your head a shake, turning back to the older man beside you, a charming smile stretching across your face.  

“Oooooo, who are you making eyes at Pressy?” Kelley asks, drawing everyone else's attention.  

Christen’s cheeks flush as your eyes again catch hers, your lips splitting in a grin.  

“Well damn, no wonder you’re making eyes at her.” Kelley mumbles, earning a smack on the forearm.  

“You know I only have eyes for you, Jan.” Kelley teases, Alex’s cheeks flushing pink.  

Christen shakes her head, frowning when she realizes you’d disappeared from view.  

“Chris.”  

Christen turns to Tobin, a brow arching in question.  

Tobin nods in her direction, the forward grinning when she sees you standing behind Christen, a glass of wine in each hand.  

You clear your throat.  

“Hi.” You smile, nodding to the glass in her hand.  

“It looked like you were running a little low.”  

Christen smiles, glancing at Tobin who holds her hand out to take her empty glass, her best friend smirking.  

Christen takes the glass from your hand and you grin.  

“I’m Y/N.” You smile, taking a step closer to her, the smell of your cologne, not in an overbearing way, clouding her senses  

“Christen.” She smiles and you grin.  

“Christen.” You repeat, your grin widening.  

“Well Christen, it’s nice to meet you, I thought we’d met before, but I’d certainly remember meeting someone like you.”  

Christen’s brows arch.

“Someone like me?”  

You crack a smile.  

“You stand out.”  

Christen smiles, bringing the glass to her lips.  

“I could say the same about you.”

You chuckle, taking a sip of your own drink.  

“I suppose you could.”  

Meanwhile behind you, Megan points at you, the purple haired woman nodding enthusiastically.

Boldly, Christen moves closer her fingertips brushing your forearm

“I could.”  

You glance down at her fingers, your cheeks lightly dusted pink.  

“To be honest, this isn’t really my scene, but if you come to every one of these parties, I’ll have more of an incentive.” You smirk charmingly and Christen giggles.  

“If you’re here, that’s enough incentive for me as well.” She flirts shamelessly and you grin.  

You bring your hand up, covering her hand that’s still resting on your forearm with your own.  

“Are you like this with everyone, or am I a special case?” You ask cockily and she shakes her head.  

“I guess you could say you’re a special case.” She shrugs and you smirk.  

“I suppose I could say the same thing about you.”  

Your tongue swipes at your dry lips, Christen zeroing in on the action.  

You glance over your shoulder, humming at the classical music that’s pouring from a nearby speaker. 

“I hope this isn’t too presumptuous of me, but would you like to dance?”

She bites her bottom lip in an attempt to stave off a grin, the forward glancing at her best friend, who’s already holding her hand out, ready to take yet another glass from her.  

“I’d love to.”  

                                                          ***

You hold your hand out, something Christen takes with little to no hesitation, the brunette intertwining your fingers.  

You slip an arm around her, your hand splayed on her back as she rests her free hand on your shoulder.  

The distance between you is noticeably minute, your noses nearly brushing.  

“Do you usually slow dance with someone you just met?” You ask in a hushed whisper and she giggles, her breath tickling your face.  

“No, again, you’re a special case.”  

You freeze, your hand in hers, your fingers drumming against her back.  

“And what makes me special?” You ask, flirting shamelessly, Christen shrugs, her gaze falling to your lips.  

“There’s just something about you.” She whispers, her palm resting on your chest, over your beating heart.  

“Something about you that I-

“Excuse me, Y/N?”  

Your eyes narrow as you turn to the intruder, the man having the sense to look somewhat fearful.  

“Someone is here to see you.” He whispers and you growl.  

“They couldn’t have waited?” You ask, angrily and he shakes his head.  

“Unfortunately, no.”  

You roll your eyes, turning back to Christen with a frown.  

“I apologize, I-

Christen cuts you off, the woman pressing a kiss to your cheek, giggling when she realizes she’d left some lipstick behind.  

Boldly, she takes your handkerchief from your pocket and drags it against your cheek, ridding you off the pink lipstick left behind.  

"Go, I’m sure I’ll see you after.” She whispers and you smile, your smile splitting into a grin.

“Oh, you will.”  

You give her a wink before taking your leave, your handkerchief still in her hand. 

“Wait your-

“I’ll get it when I come back.” You say as you turn on your heels, moving backwards beside the man who stops you when you nearly hit a wall.  

You send Christen a wink before disappearing around the corner.  

She doesn’t see you again that night.  

                                                          ***

Christen mood noticeably faltered after that, even around Tobin she wasn’t herself.  

She’d felt a connection with you that she hadn’t felt for anyone else, and in an instant, you were taken away.  

Even a start in the game against South Korea hadn’t quelled the torment she felt in her heart, how could it when she possibly just lost a chance at love?  

Meanwhile, within a booth way above the crowd you cross your arms across your chest, your breath caught in your chest.  

You could tell even from afar that the light had left Christen, the woman not glowing as she had been the night you met her.  

You hum, glancing down at the stands, wondering if a closer look was in order to properly watch the match.  

                                                          ***

Christen Press was off her game, missing shots she’d never normally miss, and making sloppy passes, anyone could see that, and at the half, she headed for the locker room, her chin flush with her chest as her head hung in shame at her performance.

Tobin slips an arm around her best friend, giving the woman a squeeze.  

“It’s okay Chris.” She whispers and Christen shakes her head.  

“It isn’t."  

Tobin keeps her arm around the woman as the two make their way into the locker room.

                                                          ***

Tactic talks went as well as Christen could’ve expected, the lingering gazes of her teammates burning holes in her back.  

Before she can leave the locker room, she’s stopped by Vlatko the man giving her a worried frown as he places a hand on her shoulder.  

“Are you alright to continue?” He asks and she nods, giving him a forced smile.  

“I am.”  

Vlatko nods.  

“You’re sure?” He asks and she nods again.  

“I am. I promise.”  

Even as the words leave her mouth, she’s not so certain if she can keep that promise.

                                                          ***

The second you spot her exiting the tunnel, a smile stretches across your face, your hands leaving your pockets.  

Your smile falters though when you realize her smile is far from as bright as it had been nights prior.  

You hold a hand up, hoping to garner her attention, but you’re unsuccessful, at least at garnering Christen Press’s attention.  

“Chris.” Tobin whispers, giving her best friend a nudge, the forward barely able to contain herself.  

Christen lifts her gaze with a hum, her green orbs widening when they lock with Y/E/C, like they had all those nights ago.

Your lips split into a massive grin, one mirrored on Christen’s face, a smile that makes the brightness you were so drawn to all those nights ago return.  

The butterflies you felt when you first saw her that night flitter their wings as they spread throughout your chest.  

Kelley follows Tobin and Christen’s gaze, the defender grinning as she gives Alex a nudge.  

Soon, every USWNT player is staring your way, your cheeks flushing under their scrutiny.  

You rub the back of your neck, your cheeks darkening the longer their eyes remain on you.  

Christen swats blindly at the USWNT veteran closest to her, that being Tobin, unwilling to take her eyes off of you.  

“Feeling better?” Tobin asks with a smirk, knowing the answer full well.  

Christen’s cheeks flush.  

“Yes.”  

                                                          ***

Needless to say, after Christen saw you in the stands, her game drastically improved, the woman making goal after goal, and assisting on a few as well, a permanent smile etched on her face.  

You watched in awe as the woman worked, her skill taking you back slightly, how could one woman be so talented?  

You were in complete and utter awe of her, the woman’s talent and the bright smile carved into her face making the butterflies in your chest only flap their wings harder, what you felt nights ago increasing tenfold.  

Much to your dismay, the final whistle blows and you frown, craving to see more of the woman’s utter skill, and the smile on her face as she played the sport she loved so much.  

You glance around, watching as the players make their way onto the field to shake the oppositions hands, completely missing the fact that Christen is making her way towards you until she’s right in front of you.  

The moment you catch sight of her out of the corner of your eye, you grin.  

“Hey.” You say, smile further widening.  

“Hey.” She beams.  

You step over the seat separating the two of you, the two of you now much closer than you had been.  

“I’m sorry about the other night, I had an emergency at the company and I had to leave immediately.”  

Christen nods.  

“It’s okay.”  

You shake your head.  

“It isn’t.”

Your eyes flick to her lips before snapping back up, locking with her green eyes. 

“I never got to finish my dance with you.” You shrug, biting your bottom lip to stave off a massive grin when you see Christen visibly blush.  

“You’re right.” She shrugs, taking a step closer, only inches separating the two of you now.  

“I’d like another chance to.”  

Christen’s brows arch, the forward unaware that her entire team is watching the interaction between the two of you.  

“I’d like to take you out, tonight... I mean, if you want to.” You swallow hard, nervously.  

Christen’s lips split in a grin.  

“Are you asking me on a date, Y/N?” She asks and you glance away bashfully, cheeks pink.  

“I guess I am.”  

Christen reaches for and takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.  

“I’d love to.”  

You glance down, your brows arching when you notice something poking out of Christen’s short’s pocket.  

You smirk, taking a book from her playbook and boldly reaching for the handkerchief.  

Christen cheeks flush a deep shade of red as you hold the handkerchief up in the air between the two of you.  

Your brow arches in question, your smirk widening.  

“I needed it, for good luck?” She shrugs and you grin, slipping the handkerchief back into her pocket, your fingertips brushing her waist.  

Even more boldly, Christen places her hand over your own on her waist.  

She cups your cheek with her free hand before she pushes herself up on her tiptoes, and presses a kiss to your cheek before she starts backing up towards the field.  

“It was great seeing you again.” You whisper, the woman’s smile widening.  

“I hope I see you again soon.”  

You shrug.  

“Tonight at 8 sound good?” You ask and she nods, the butterflies in her stomach going absolutely insane.  

“That sounds perfect.”  

#uswnt x reader #christen press x reader #uswnt imagine #christen press imagine #christen press

[poguesholland]

Hey could you write something for Harrison where you really like him but the last person you were with rejected you so your scared to tell him

“Fucking tell him already, Y/N” Tom groaned, cutting you off. He was sick of hearing you talk about Harrison over and over with no intention of acting on your feelings. This had been going on for a year now and all your friends were so done with this.

You let out a laugh, thinking Tom was being sarcastic. “Sure, Of course Tom, great idea” You spoke sarcastically only to look at Tom and realize that he wasn’t joking. Not the slightest bit. “Are you joking? There’s no way I could ever tell him. Not after what happened with Alex” You shook your head, the idea of Harrison ever finding out how you feel almost bringing you nightmares.

Alex was a guy you had liked last year. You two were the closest anyone could be and naturally, you developed feelings for him. Everyone thought that the feeling was mutual. But when you told Alex how you felt, he shot you down in the worst way possible. He broke you.

“You what?” Alex spits, as you began to feel like he wasn’t too happy about what you were saying. “I, I like you” You repeat, with less confidence this time. Alex shakes his head, raising his eyebrows with a look of frustration displayed on his face. “I can’t fucking believe this” He mumbles under his breath, hands going through his hair. You stand there, not really believing the way he was reacting right now.

“Alex-” You start but he cuts you off, “Just shut up!” He yells at you making you flinch. Alex grabs his stuff and quickly walks towards the door, his shoulder bumping into yours. “Why would you ruin this?” He asks, angry with you for ‘ruining’ your friendship. “You made me think you feel the same way! Don’t act like I’m some crazy bitch who likes you!” You retort. “How could I ever feel the same way about you?” Alex spits, and your heart dropped to the floor and he slammed the door.

“We both know Harrison would never do what Alex did, Y/N, if you don’t tell him I will”. You raise your eyebrows at Tom, believing that there was no way on Earth that what he was saying could be true. “The boys and I are sick and tired of hearing you bitch about how you much you like him, so if you don’t tell Harrison by the end of the week, I will.” Tom deadpanned and you turned as pale as a ghost.

Tom gets up from the table, making you scramble to get up and follow him. “Tom! Tom, you’re- No, you’re joking. Right? Tom, no!” You pleaded and he turned around to face you. A smirk plastered on his face as he saw the fear in your eyes. “Bye, Y/N” Tom leaned on to leave a kiss on your cheek as you froze in place, crossing your hands over each other. You raised the finger at him, only making him laugh.

How could you possibly tell Harrison how you felt? What would you even say? How could you deal with him not feeling the same way? What if it ruined your friendship? What if he laughed at you? But a little part of your brain thought the opposite, what if he felt the same way?

Three days go by and you were yet to say anything to Harrison. Tom and the boys were keeping a close eye on you, giving you a warning look when you two were alone and you left to avoid saying anything. They had been trying their best to make sure that you two were always left alone for as long as possible, in an attempt to give you as many opportunities as they could. But, alas, nothing worked.

“Tom, do you wanna help me get something from the kitchen?” Harry rushed as he quickly got up from the couch. Tom immediately followed, “Yeah! I need-Um, some ice, yeah ice”. Harrison looked at them skeptically and you gave them a death glare. Now it was just you and Harrison on the couch.

Harrison laughed lightly, “What’s up with those two divs?”. You forced a laugh, covering up the anxiousness you were feeling at that moment. “No idea” You raised your eyebrows, but Harrison could tell that you were acting weird. Your hands rub your arms, trying to rid yourself of the nervous goosebumps beginning to appear on your body from the tension between you two.

“Y/N, is everything-” He starts but you shoot up off of the couch. “I need some ice!” You stutter out, rushing to the kitchen only to be met with a glaring Tom and Harry. You walk past them like nothing was wrong but Harry gives you a smack on the head. “Ow! What the fuck, Harry!” You yelp in pain, clutching your head to try to relive it. “Tell him” They both whisper-yell at you before leaving, making you huff.

Every time you almost said something, you could genuinely feel your throat dry up and words would not come out of your mouth. But as those three days went by, you found yourself trying harder and harder to just spit it out.

Harrison didn’t know why you were being so distant lately. You two were always together, always sitting beside each other, always taking naps together, always going everywhere together, but that was not the case anymore.

You rested your head against the couch, sprawling your legs out in front of you. Harrison and you continue watching the movie intently, the popcorn he had made already finished while the movie had another hour to go.

Harrison shifts to find a comfortable position and is unsuccessful, so he turns to lay his head on your lap and put his legs up on the couch. This was how you always watched movies but as soon as Harrison did so, you shot up from your position feeling panicked.

Harrison’s head hits the couch making him groan, reaching a hand up to rub his head. He looks up to say something to you, but you were already long gone and out of sight. Hurt fills Harrison’s chest as he was now sure that something was up with you.

You unlock your door, walking into your shared apartment. Immediately, you take notice that your roommates were nowhere to be seen as you close the door. However, you were proven wrong when you walk into the kitchen to see Harrison, making you jump up. “Shit, Haz! You scared me!” You exclaim, putting a hand over your heart as you laugh. His heart hurt once he heard his nickname leave your mouth, it’s been days since you said his name. It was his favorite sound coming from you.

The laugh on your face quickly falters as Harrison doesn’t respond, not even making the effort to turn around to look at you. You furrow your eyebrows, “Hello?”. No response. You walk around the kitchen counter to stand next to him, but he continues cutting up the vegetables he was cooking. “Harrison?” You call out but he doesn’t even turn to acknowledge your presence.

“Is something wrong? Did I do something?” Your voice quiet as you watch him, not even phased by you talking to him. “Talk to me Haz, please?” You call out again and Harrison drops the knife on the cutting board, huffing in frustration. He turns to face you with an angry look on his face, making you even more confused.

Harrison raises his eyebrows, “So now you want to talk to me? No, I’m sorry, now you feel like talking to me?”. You look at him with confusion, “What? I always want to talk to you. What are you talking about?”. He shakes his head, crossing his arms in disbelief as he looks at you.

“Harrison?” You question him again when you don’t get an answer. “Don’t fucking Harrison me!” He yells in frustration but lowering his voice after he realized, “Just don’t”. Unintentionally, you flinch at his loud voice. You rest your elbow on the kitchen counter, trying to figure out what he was talking about and what got him so mad.

A huff of defeat escapes your lips, “What the hell are you talking about?”. Harrison clenches his jaw and bites the inside of his cheek. “You haven’t talked to me all week, you run away when I enter a room you’re in. As soon as we’re alone, you leave. You can’t even look me in my fucking eye, Y/N! And now you want to talk to me?”.

You immediately shut up, looking anywhere but at Harrison as you feel ashamed of yourself. Harrison moves closer towards you, looking into your eyes as you try to keep your composure, avoiding his eyes. He looks at you for any sign of a response, but shakes his head when he doesn’t get one. “I’m not fucking doing this right now” He mumbles under his breath, walking out of the kitchen.

“Tom told me I have to tell you about my feelings for you before the end of the week, or he will” You sigh, not sure if you even thought that whole sentence through before saying it. Harrison freezes in his place as he tries to register what you just said, there was no way. No, this didn’t make any sense.

He turns around to face you and your eyes meet, your eyes full of fear that this would be the end of your friendship. “I couldn’t talk to you all week. I- Um, I was too nervous to be around you and couldn’t bring myself to tell you, but here we are I guess” You ramble quietly as Harrison stares at you with a dumbfounded look.

“About your feelings for me..” Harrison tries to comprehend and you nod, waiting for any sort of response from him. His silence was killing you. “I didn’t want to do it, after what happened with Alex-” “Alex is a dick” Harrison retorts, his voice sour at the sound of his name. He absolutely hated him, even before he broke your heart. He hated him even more when you were crying into his chest every night about what Alex did.

He didn’t tell you this but as soon as Tom told him what happened, Harrison went to Alex’s apartment. All of Alex’s neighbors could hear Harrison yelling at him as Alex stood there, like a coward, trying not to cry. Harrison knew you would’ve gotten angry if he told you so he kept it to himself, and swore that any guy after that he would keep an eye out on.

You clear your throat, “Yeah- Um, that’s true. I just- I was scared that you would...”. Harrison continue the sentence for you, “I would do the same thing”. You don’t reply, knowing Harrison was hurt from that comment. “Y/N, I am nothing like Alex, okay? You know that, you know me” He speaks quietly, taking a few steps towards you and you nod.

Your hands grip the counter behind your back as you look at the boy in front of you, trying to digest the information you were saying. “Did Tom tell you why you should tell me?” Harrison asks with a bit of realization in his voice, confusing you. “No, Um- He just said I should tell you how I feel”. Harrison nods, a small smile making its way onto his face.

Staring at him blankly, you try to make sense of why he was smiling. You had just ruined your friendship, was he happy? Relieved? Harrison walks closer until his hands grip the counter behind you, only a few centimeters separating the two of you.

“Did Tom tell you that I feel the same way? That I’ve had feelings for you for almost three years now? That seeing you with any other guy broke my heart? That I wanted to kill Alex for what he did to you?” Harrison asks, his voice quiet. Your eyes widen, thinking that this had to be a joke.

Harrison’s hand slides to yours on the counter, holding it gently. “That I had no idea how he could lose such an amazing girl like you? That I thought he was crazy to not appreciate how lucky he was to have you?”. You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. His hand slides up your arm, going to cup and caress your face slowly. You felt yourself shiver at his touch, almost like it was electricity.

“W-Why didn’t you-” “Tell you?” ,He continues and you nod, “Just thought that there was no way you felt the same about me”. You straighten your back, your chests now brushing against each other. “I would be crazy not to love you, Haz” You admit, and Harrison’s hand grips your tighter once you said those two words. “Y/N, be very careful with your words okay? I cant-” He shuts his eyes, leaning his forehead against yours as he tried to control himself.

Your fingers slip in between his, resting on the counter as Harrison opened his eyes. “I know” You state quietly, showing that you were being one hundred percent truthful. Harrison quickly leans forwards to push his lips against yours, making your breath get caught in your throat.

His lips move against yours in perfect sync as he moves closer to you, pressing you harder into the counter and his body. The hand on your cheek moves to your waist and grips it tightly, kissing you needily. A hand of yours goes to his chest to steady yourself.

You slow your lips against his before pulling away to catch your breath. Harrison licks his lips as he looks at you, admiring how beautiful you are. “I love you” He speaks up, and you look up at him. A shy smile finds its way to your face as you bring your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “I love you too” You whisper against his lips and feel him smile. You lean in to kiss him before both of you smile into the kiss, breaking it.

Harrison brings you in to hug you tightly, holding you so softly, like you were made of glass. You rest your head in the crook of his neck as you take in his warmth. “Holy shit! Tom what did I tell you! Both of you divs owe me a hundred each!” Paddy yells, startling both of you. You move your head to see Tom, Harry and Paddy looking at the two of you, only making you hide your flushed face once again.

“Finally told him, did you? Wonder who gave you that idea” Tom teases and you whine, making Harrison laugh. He holds you close to him before slightly turning around to face the guys, mouthing an excited ‘yes’ and pumping his fist to the air. You feel Harrison shoo them out of the kitchen, just wanting to be with you.

Harrison’s arms hook under your thighs and lift you up, making a squeal leave your lips. You wrap your legs around his waist as he walks towards his bedroom. “No fucking while we’re in the house!” Harry yells making you yell at him, “Harry!”. Harrison only laughs at the two of you and shakes his head, “Only been twenty minutes and you already made a dirty joke, Harry”.

“Ignore him, love” Harrison mumbles against your cheek as you giggle. The nickname makes butterflies appear in your stomach. You were grateful that your friends had pushed you to tell Harrison how you felt. Because what else would you need other than this?

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