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goldsainz · 10 months

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GUESS WHO’S BACK? — one shot.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

MASTERLIST.

NOTE: first of i wanna say that this is not meant to diminish the treatment nyck got bc it is undoubtedly shitty (helmut marko you will pay for your crimes), i am just happy one of my fav drivers is back. this is eminem!daughter!reader an idea @lorarri let me use, all the lyrics and song she came up with are fantastic, i couldn’t have made this without them, so thank you lola!!!!

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yourusername i am so excited to announce my newest album “BADGER BEWARE”!! this project has been in the making for quite some time, it has the help of people i am very close with. and inspirations behind a lot of impacting moments in my life. which is why i am so happy that it is finally here and you can all enjoy it july 13th

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ynfan1 oh this is so about daniel

ynfan2 NEW MUSIC FINALLY😭😭

danielricciardo 💛💛💛

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⤷ danielfan1 acting as if the album isn’t gonna be dedicated to him

icespice gonna be bomb 🔥

scottyjames31 Claiming track 3 right now

⤷ danielricciardo No, it’s already claimed. Pick another.

ynfan3 july 13th cannot come any sooner

danielfan2 i hope y/n knows that she just sent me into cardiac arrest

danielfan3 MONZA MASH??? YOU’RE TELLING ME SHE MADE A SONG FOR HIS WIN IN MONZA

ynfan4 thank you eminem for the blessing that is y/n🙏

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yourusername “BADGER BEWARE” is out now in all streaming platforms! i wanna take a moment to thank all the people who made this album possible, to the man who inspired this project and sat with me until sunrise writing down lyrics, to my friends who participated and helped me push through, but especially to all my fans who waited patiently for me to release my music in my own time. have fun and pls don’t take what i talk about too seriously (or do 😉)

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danielricciardo I would sit until sunrise every day with you

⤷ yourusername love the sentiment but you were asleep 90% of the time

⤷ danielricciardo But I was still there!

ynfan21 RED WINGS IS WILD

ynfan22 album of the year!!!

danielfan21 oh so this is a diss track to mclaren…

redbullracing Our playlist has been updated!

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ynfan23 when we needed her most she appeared🙏

ynfan24 damn she did not hold back

danielfan22 DANIEL AND Y/N BEST COUPLE ON THE GRID

“Show-stopping” is the expression Y/N wants to convey each time she sits down and starts to write her songs. It is a “big word”, as she puts it, but there is no other word that would fit the feeling she hopes to transmit through her music.

“I started writing “BADGER BEWARE” back in 2021, I think around august, and by the end of that year I had written 3 songs. I stopped writing because I thought of either scrapping the whole project or making a 4-5 song EP. Obviously that didn’t end up happening because now there are 10 songs, 1 intro and 1 outro. All those songs hold a different place in my heart and while they all form part of the genre of Rap, they’re heartfelt in their own special way.”

Rap is a genre Y/N is all too familiar with. With her father being Eminem, an icon to the genre and the 2000s — even now. She says that the choice is not arbitrary, that there is an influence she cannot deny, but chooses to embrace it rather than push it away.

She dedicated the album to her boyfriend of 3 years, Daniel Ricciardo, who was the initial inspiration behind it. “Danny listened to me rant about my ideas for hours, sat in different studios with me and suggested different things that made the whole experience different than anything I’d ever done before. He also introduced me to — now one of my good friends — Charles Leclerc, who plays piano and is the one that composed the music for both the intro and outro.”

When asked about her favourite songs she picked a couple because “there is no way I could choose just one”. There is an evident passion to her craft when it comes to Y/N, something not everyone in her field possesses quite as well as she does.

“HONEY, RED WINGS and SUMMER SMILE are probably my top 3. They were all written at such drastically different points of my life, about things that have practically nothing to do with each other but that are tied by a little string. Some people think I pick my singles because they’re my favourite, which is true because all my songs are my favourites! But most of all I pick them because they’re the ones that I felt most comfortable publicising, all the other songs in the album are like a little secret between my fandom and me.

“There are also songs which are more personal. MONZA MASH, for example, it’s a very hyper song but it still is about an event that was very emotional. TEARS OF THE SUN, is also an obvious one. My songs are about something, and if it makes you feel anything at all then I did my job right.”

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yourusername 2 THE MAX MV IS HERE!! i heard it was a fan favourite and had to deliver… there is no way to express my gratitude to you all for the support the album has gotten, so i guess this is my way!

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ynfan31 MY FAV SONG YES

⤷ danielfan31 “i turn up the heat to the max and watch them bitches squirm” ATE THAT SHIT UPPP

ynfan32 y/n mathers?? MORE LIKE Y/N MOTHER

danielricciardo She’s wearing red, next question!

⤷ yourusername LMAO??

⤷ maxverstappen1 Let him be, he’s a bit jet-lagged

ynfan33 literally fell down the stairs bc of this announcement

danielfan32 forget daniel… I WANT HER

ynfan34 as a y/n fan i am more than amazed at the amount of content we’re getting😭

ynfan35 it suddenly got real hot

⤷ ynfan36 we call that “the y/n effect”

ynfan37 LITERALLY RUN ME OVER!!!!!!

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leclerced · 4 months

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omg bf danny and reader who thinks she is just his friend and even after the kisses and cuddles reader is like “no way he likes me we are just besties and then she is over one day and they are on the couch maybe and she is just wearing one of his shirts and is just like kinda there and daniel invited some of the boys over (lando, max , maybe even charles) and they just kinda show up and you peek your head over the couch to the door and they all see you and then look at daniel like “?” and then he goes liek “baby come here” and you get up and go to where the group is sitting and he pulls you into his lap and goes “this is my girlfriend, y/n” and reader doesn’t acknowledge the boys she just looks at danny and goes “i’m your girlfriend?!!!” like a kid on christmas and he is making heart eyes at her and the boys are sitting there liek 🤢🤢 because they are so caught up in eachother and they start making out and they feel like they’ve intruded on something even though they were invited

crying i love this sm sorry for answering late i spent all day gaming w my friend n brother yesterday pls forgive me <3

reader trying to sit in the chair next to him and he pulls her into his lap and sooo casually calls her his girlfriend and she’s like, “I’m your girlfriend??” and danny’s just laughs and says, “if you wanna be, i kinda assumed cause y’know, been at my house every day.” and she huffs and says, “you coulda told me sooner i’ve been panicking about being friends.” queue him laughing more and asking, “do you make out with all your friends?” and she shakes her head and he’s like, “good. me neither. girlfriend then?” and she giggles and nods and calls him boyfriend and then they’re kissing and the boys are looking at each other like, “they couldn’t have had this conversation before we came over?”

someone awkwardly clearing their throat and danny’s like "oh sorry forgot we had an audience. guess i should introduce you, babe. this is max, charles, and lando. max and lando are old teammates, charles is.. charles. he drives for ferrari." her being embarrassed ab getting lost in the impromptu make out and being all blushy and quiet during introductions bc wow! what a first impression to make.

can totally imagine them spending weeeeeks calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend bc they're soo lovesick, anyone who is around them jokes that they should just get married already so they can call each other husband and wife because that's what they're acting like.

#ask #anon #dr3

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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years

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lime and L with danny pls

The 1000 Celebration

L. Holding your/their kid close

Lime: single parent.

You were looking at him. Leo looked so much like his dad. It was insane. Same hair, same eyes, same nose... Everything. The kid would be a copy of Dan when he got older.

He was sitting with you while you waited for Dan to come back after the race.

Leo was gripping your hand tight because his Dad had told you so. The race had been kind of bad and Leo was a bit sad.

"Sweetheart" You called him. He looked at you. "Do you want to go and find Dad?"

He nodded slowly.

"Let's go, I'll take you with him" Michael told you.

You thought Leo would want to walk. Instead, he looked at you with big brown eyes and pouted a bit.

"Come here"

The boy wrapped himself around you like a koala. You were kind of new on his life. Danny had recently introduced you. But he trusted you so much, the kid was comfortable around you.

Walking with Michael and with Leon on your arms, you went to the media pen, where Daniel should be.

Leo was looking around.

"Dad is sad?"

You looked at him.

"Maybe. But we will cheer him a lot. Because he is our favorite driver"

"Yes!"

Soon Daniel appeared out of nowhere and his serious expression transformed into a huge grin.

"Hey!"

"Dad!"

Daniel engulfed both of you in a big bear hug, his face hidden between yours

"You did so well! Tires didn't worked but you did so well!" Leo told him when Danny pulled back.

"Did I?"

"Yes. You are my favorite driver. And YN's too"

Danny looked at you and kissed your cheek.

"Thank you" He whispered.

"And Dad! You overtook two cars at once! That's so cool"

"It's super cool, baby" You told him.

Daniel smiled with bright eyes.

"I love you both so much"

Leo touched Danny's face.

"You are the coolest dad."

He was getting a bit heavy, so you left him on the floor. Instantly and being the obedient kid he was, he took Danny's hand.

"You are the coolest son."

"And YN is the coolest mum"

You gasped. Daniel looked at you with big eyes. This wasn't planed. You hadn't even talked about it. Even Michael was surprised.

"Or step mum. Because she is my step mum but it's too long to say. So... Dad, can I say mum?"

Daniel looked down at him.

"You need to ask YN if she is comfortable."

"Comfortable?"

"Um... If she likes it. Like when I told you YN was my girlfriend. Do you remember I asked you when you'd like to meet her?"

Leo nodded.

"I waited for you to be comfortable."

"Okay. YN. Are you comfortable?"

You smiled and crouched down in front of him.

"I am, sweetheart."

"Can I call you mum?"

"Of course you can"

Daniel knelt with you and he took you hand.

"We have to celebrate, this, right?"

You nodded with a smile. You loved them both so much. You loved your little family and this was a huge step.

"Let's go and eat some pizza"

"Yes!"

Daniel took Leo on his arms and you hugged his waist as you walked. The whole media was so stunned. They didn't know what you had talked about, they didn't know that Danny had finally found the lost piece of his puzzle. They didn't know you had found the best kid and the best man in the world. They didn't know how happy any of you was. They didn't know why Michael was looking so proud of his friend.

"Dad. Uncle Mike wanted to give me a spinach smoothie. It taste so bad!"

"You wanted to drink from my spinach smoothie, little man!"

Leo blushed and you pinched his cheek.

"Mum was so much nicer and she gave me a chocolate one instead."

"Oh, yes. Mum is so much nicer. She let's me eat tons of Nutella on Monday."

"She does what?" Michael exclaimed.

The three of you laughed. It was one of the best days.

#Daniel Ricciardo #dr #blurb #honey bee's 1000 celebration #dad!driver

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apoptoses · 7 months

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WHY did Anne not include Daniel and Thorne in Marius’ painting at the end of Blood Communion?? Did she just forget??

The fact that she didn’t include Tarquin Blackwood and Mona Mayfair I already expected, because it was plain she did not want to follow up on their story’s at all because she disregarded their characters completely in the first two prince Lestat books (while introducing 200 new characters who I personally didn’t care about)

But did she literally just forget Thorne and Daniel? Daniel!!! He was kind of the reason the VC came into existence, is he not? And Thorne! Who even has actual lines in last three books!?

I love Anne’s writing dearly but some choices she has made regarding these books are utterly incomprehensible to me. I’ll never understand.

Ah man, I hate it too but I feel like there were a lot of reasons. And idk if you wanted to mutually vent or wanted my Actual Thoughts but I always kinda look at it like-

Anne sucked at continuity lol Which happens if you're writing a series for over 40 years! Lestat's eyes have been blue and grey and violet, his age has mortal age changed, and he was her top blorbo so like you'd think she'd nail down the facts about him perfectly? But sometimes she goofed or changed stuff. Which is why I never sweat too hard about exact canon facts, if Anne herself didn't have perfect continuity and I can make up a reason for a little change that makes sense in my narrative idgaf I'm gonna do it.

I think Daniel was hard for her in the same way Louis was hard for her- they both are avatars of dark times in her life. Louis was her depression over her own daughter's death, Daniel she poured her struggles with alcoholism into. And I can get her side lining them both because of not wanting to revisit that headspace and those memories. Which sucks for fans of those characters but it is what it is.

I also get the impression that she didn't really know what to do with a mentally healthy vampire that doesn't have shitloads of baggage? Like when Daniel comes out of his rough years in PL he's really on top of things, and Anne's happy place is developing new tragic backstories so...for better or worse that's what she did lol

And re: the hundreds of new characters, there's a whole chapter in Conversations with Anne Rice where she talked about wanting to explore the stories of mature adults, specifically older men. The loss of her father weighed heavily on her and drew her to create characters like David Talbot, and to lean harder into the story of guys like Marius who was 40-something in mortal body but thousands of years old in spirit. So you really see that with her later books, outside of Benji and Sybelle (who also get sidelined) and Rose and Viktor (who...same) she zero'd in on older vampires because that's what held her interest.

NOT THAT I DON'T ALSO HATE IT, I mean, obviously Daniel is a top favorite of mine. So take all of that, add in the fact that she didn't really use an editor and thus did exactly what she wished for all her work, and I think the conclusion is that she just lost interest/couldn't get a story going for them and so she left them out of the mural.

But god do I feel your pain, my kingdom for more content about established characters like Daniel, Bianca, Riccardo, Thorne and less random characters that didn't have enough page time to really develop 😢

#apoptoses answers

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narrie · 10 months

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Pls do a brief timeline ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

november 2011 - elounor get together, they were introduced to each other via harry/harry and eleanor's mutual friend alana

march 2015 - eleanor visits louis on tour but shortly afterwards their breakup is announced

2015-16 - el focuses on work, louis has a baby with briana and dates danielle

feb 2017 - elounor start following each other on insta again and like some posts, first pics of them back together drop (fan says they met them 2 weeks before the insta activity), we later find out that they reconnected after el came over to see jay when she was sick

march 2017 - airport incident

may 2017 - they get each other's initials tattooed on their hands

walls promo 2017 - louis talks a lot about eleanor in interviews and which songs are about her

december 2021 - last time el posts smth about louis directly (for his bday)

feb/march/april 2022 - el goes to louis' concerts in nyc, london and la

june 2022 - elounor go to glasto together, last time we see them

july 2022 - eleanor unfollows then refollows louis on insta

jan 2023 - breakup article drops which say louis being away sm for tour put a strain on their relationship, eleanor keeps his house and the dogs

#ask #not sure if they got together in 2010 or 11 bc louis said 2010 but he could've just mixed it up idk #anyway very brief<3

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bwoahtastic · 1 year

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Pls Daniel bring Charles and Maxy over to see his pack😭🥺

Charles being nervous because the last pack he had kicked him out having Max and while Daniel seems nice he doesn’t want to get himself or little Maxy attached🥺🥺but Daniel and some of the younger pack bring max to play and little Maxy loving it and Seb just piles food into Charles because the momma is tiny 🥺

also the pack getting ready to leave and Daniel asking Charles if he needs a lift home but sees that Charles maybe doesn’t live in the safest area🥺and just asks if Charles would want to stay with the pack until he gets on his feet🥺

Plss Charles just sorta hoovering behind Dan as they approach and holding his little Maxy close, shyly smiling as Dan introduces him to everyone and taking a seat next to Seb when Dan softly urges him too cos he knows Seb will not be too scary.

Lando approaching with George and asking to play with little Maxy and Charles hesitantly lets them take the little pup but keeps a close eye on them. They are so careful with Maxy thi, and Max squeaks happily, so Charles dares to relax a little.

Seb fills Charles's plate with SO much food cos charles looks pale and thin and Charles is so in awe because all the food is amazing!! And he finally feels full because he doesnt bother cook much for himself because he is just so tired all the time that cornflakes is already a lot of effort.

Dan offering to drive Charles home, but 'home' seems to make Charles uncomfortable and when he gives his address, Dan understands why because its a bad neighbourhood and he heard Charles tell Seb that his roommates arent that nice. Seb and Dan convincing Charles to come with them and they give him a room in the packhouse, with a crib for Maxy although they know the momma will sleep with the pup in his arms!!

#asks #single momma au

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ginevrastilinski-ocs · 7 months

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🔁 all the crossovers I love them

Yes Yes Yes! Long little list coming long little list coming! 👀 Gonna also add some non-introduced yet ocs but I promise their posts are coming 👀 (Ofc feel totally free to turn any of them down if you don't feel like it!)

Descendants

Gabriel Legume & Jax Hearts

Gabriel Legume & Jess Hearts

Gabriel Legume & Juniper White

Gabriel Legume & Prince Baz *

Annalise Andersen & Celestine

Annalise Andersen & Rowan Cheshire

Emmeline Fitzherbert & Jess Hearts

Emmeline Fitzherbert & Jax Hearts

Emmeline Fitzherbert & Primrose Rider *

Emmeline Fitzherbert & Crystal Charming *

Charlotte Charming & Crystal Charming *

Charlotte Charming & Primrose Rider *

Charlotte Charming & Celestine

Ginevra Gothel & Jax Hearts

Ginevra Gothel & Jess Hearts

Ginevra Gothel & Brielle

Ginevra Gothel & Primrose Rider *

Ruby Fitzherbert & Juniper White

Ruby Fitzherbert & Primrose Rider *

Ruby Fitzherbert & Crystal Charming *

Glee

Ashton Daniels & Nate Simmons

Ashton Daniels & Elliott Walker (🥺)

Ashton Daniels & Maya Puckerman

Ashton Daniels & Melanie Jay

Ashton Daniels & Susan Cole *

Ashton Daniels & Jennifer Glynn *

Ashton Daniels & Chrissy Chamberlain *

Zeke Beiste & Nate Simmons

Zeke Beiste & Elliott Walker

Zeke Beiste & Melanie Jay

Zeke Beiste & Melody Wells & Lyra Wells *

Zeke Beiste & Zeke Wright (choose just for the name ngl)

Zeke Beiste & Connie Sanchez *

Giselle Abrams & Nate Simmons (🥺)

Giselle Abrams & Elliott Walker

Giselle Abrams & Kaylee Hummel (🥺)

Giselle Abrams & Ronnie Nell *

Giselle Abrams & Mirabelle Ryder

Steve Shuester & Nate Simmons

Steve Shuester & Elliott Walker

Steve Shuester & Jean St James

Steve Shuester & Melody Wells & Lyra Wells *

JATP

Luka Barbero & Grace Harris

Luka Barbero & Kat Patterson

Conrad Brooks & Gace Harris

Conrad Brooks & Kat Patterson

Anastasia Donahue & Grace Harris

Riordanverse

Cassandra Rose & Mike Lore

Cassandra Rose & Lucas Alderidge (& Gilbert Summers)

Cassandra Rose & Reggie Warwick

Chloe Brown & Catarine Jhonson

Chloe Brown & Ashley McCoy

And pls pls give me my rwrb babies so we can talk about crossovers also for them 🥺

#answered #oc related ask #crossover ship #charlie tag #manyfandomocs

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indiejones · 10 months

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THE 56 MOST MIGHTY & POPULAR ACTORS OF WORLD CINEMA !

(OFFICIAL LIST, BASED ON INDIES SUBCONSCIOUS ASSESSMENT OF THE MOST CONSISTENTLY HIGHLY POPULAR ACTORS & HIGHEST EARNING FILMS OF WORLD CINEMA, INCL DATA FROM VARIOUS INDIES FILM LISTS & ALL OTHER SOURCES!)

- PART 1

Note: The point system used, to give audiences an idea of the magnitude of comparative popularities of listed actors, includes 2 factors:

A calculated AVERAGE of no. of tkts sold PER FILM in lead (80% weightage) &

No. of films released in lead (20% weightage) (This weightage rule has been introduced to neutralize the effect of eg Indian actors, who at one point, in its glory phase, released an avg of 10 films each/yr). (Pls understand, that discrepancies in placements of the few actors listed in American Popularity charts & World Popularity charts, arise due to them serving 2 or more cinemas – US & British or French, thus changing their stats accordingly)

AND HERE ARE THE 56 MIGHTY MOST POPULAR ACTORS ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH, SINCE THE BEGINNING OF CINEMA!

.Rajesh Khanna – 600 pts

.Gerard Depardieu – 464 pts

.Alain Delon – 462 pts

.Ray Milland – 459 pts

.Michel Piccoli – 458 pts

.Christopher Plummer – 452 pts

.Daniel Day Lewis – 443 pts

.Christian Clavier – 436 pts

.Dany Boon – 434 pts

.Ivor Novello – 432 pts

.Peter Sellers – 425 pts

.Alec Guinness – 418 pts

.Laurence Olivier – 415 pts

.Harrison Ford – 413 pts

.Jean Marais – 411 pts

.Yves Montand – 406 pts

.Michael J. Fox – 403 pts

.Charles Chaplin – 401 pts

.Albert Finney – 389 pts

.Bruce Lee – 383 pts

.Hugh Grant – 382 pts

.Cary Grant – 354 pts

.Ronald Colman – 351 pts

.John Cleese – 348 pts

.Clint Eastwood – 346 pts

.Michael Lonsdale – 345 pts

.Gerard Jugnot – 344 pts

.Francois Cluzet – 343 pts

.Sacha Baron Cohen – 342 pts

.Sean Connery – 341 pts

.Daniel Radcliffe – 37 pts

.Jackie Chan -334 pts

.Hugh Laurie – 332 pts

.Michael Caine – 329 pts

.Griff Rhys Jones -326 pts

.Gary Cooper – 313 pts

.Alain Chabat – 304 pts

.Macaulay Culkin – 292 pts

.Yuri Nikulin – 287 pts

.Colin Firth – 280 pts

.Wu Jing – 279 pts

.James Stewart – 277 pts

.Vincent Lindon – 273 pts

.Pierre Richard – 270 pts

.Gerard Philipe – 258 pts

.Clark Gable – 254 pts

.Ralph Fiennes – 249 pts

.Charles Dance – 246 pts

.Guillaume Canet – 232 pts

.Marlon Brando – 223 pts

.Robert Carlyle – 214 pts

.Humphrey Bogart – 204 pts

.Peter O’ Toole – 201 pts

.Jeremy Irons – 197 pts

.Dudley Moore – 193 pts

.Romain Duris – 184 pts

(And btw, just for some fun- What if that severely restrictive ban on including total no. of tks sold, is removed?

Know where Rajesh Khanna's points tally reaches vis a vis No.2 ??

At Close to 3 times Ahead! 1300 over 464!😀

Sorry Gerard. Sorry World!

BUT THIS IS A NO CONTEST!)

PS.

Did You Know-

Rajesh Khanna could've retired from cinema altogether after the film 'Mehbooba' in 1976 ie. after 10 yrs of work, & still be remembered today, ahead of Gerard Depardieu, as officially, 'The Most Famous Actor In the Entire History of World Cinema' !

He would work at exactly the same pace 12 more yrs!

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littlemisslipbalm · 3 years

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I live in the neighbourhood

When Y/N moved to Hampstead she was unaware of the implications the decision would have on the course of the rest of her life.

Harry is Y/N’s eccentric neighbour who sweeps her up in the whirlwind that is his life

this gif bc its maybe my favorite clip of him EVER holy fuck - this is the harry of my dreams this is the harry of i live in the neighbourhood

HEY YALL it’s been a minute and I missed yall so much and I’m just about to be on break so maybe i’ll be back to posting writing regularly but with school its so hard and I think I’ve been working on this for months so yeah <3 lol PLS PLS PLS leave me feedback and reblogs and that stuff bc otherwise my writing just feels...empty and you have no idea the smile i get when even just the tags say like “god this was everything” it can be anything honestly but it keeps my passion up. Thank you again and hope you enjoy.

Word Count: ~10k | Warnings: swearing probably? no smut (yet), rich and famous harry - mentions of Taylor Swif

She considered herself an average young woman in her mid twenties. She liked screaming Taylor Swift and Megan Thee Stallion songs alone in her car and thrifting on weekends. She hated cable because of commercials and when doordash didn’t deliver all of her order. She had asthma when she worked out or the air quality was bad. She had dumb celebrity crushes that her friends and her still laughed over with every new instagram post. She had hopes and dreams she had yet to achieve and she had past trauma that many would never know about, especially at first glance.

Sure, she was successful. She would admit that. How else would she be able to afford even the modest little house she had found in Hampstead? She had studied international business in college and hopped on a plane to London the first chance she got. After a few years of a more than decent paycheck and an advantageous stimulus check from her kind parents, she was able to move out of her starter flat into the suburbs. The definitive push for the move was two-fold. Her parents wanted her to take her dog and her apartment complex was strict on no pets. Then her promotion at work - which included a pay raise - made it hard to wave off taking full ownership of her childhood ten-pound best friend.

So with life happening as it usually does, Y/N first found herself scouring Zillow, then touring homes in the area, and finally standing outside a three bedroom, two bath, two-story cream house in Hampstead. Her house.

The little moving truck she had rented sat beside her as she stared at her future. The realtor had told her they would be there in ten minutes. For the next ten minutes all Y/N had to do was keep herself from combusting, or worse, sobbing.

She felt overwhelmed already. Renting a flat in London was one way to describe herself as independent. Owning a home in Hampstead seemed like a whole new level of adulthood she wasn’t sure if she was prepared for.

After taking a few deep breaths to ground herself, Y/N walked up to the gate that kept her front yard narrowly separated from the sidewalk. She lifted one hand from beneath the box she clutched tightly to her chest to push past the iron-rod gateway. The garden was cute, a little bland, and she thought to herself that maybe she’d develop some gardening skills now that she had her own front yard. The thought made her smile a little, refraining from laughing aloud while on her lonesome, since she had never taken interest in gardening before. But this house. This house. It was a new beginning. It was a fucking unwritten journal. Blank film. Unknown territory. She could be anyone in this house.

She gently placed the cardboard box on the first step up to the front door. There was no porch, but she couldn’t complain. It was gorgeous and she was lucky to get it at the price she did. The house was cream with dark blue accents and a grey shingled roof. Lots of windows. It was classic and it was hers.

After the realtor came with her keys and made sure everything seemed alright, Y/N’s couple of friends, Amélie and Daniel, arrived with their cars filled with items she had needed picking up from various stores. They helped her move her stuff into the house. Thankfully it was already half furnished, meaning she didn’t have to go out and buy beds or couches or any of those big items that are both expensive and a hassle to deal with.

By the time the evening had rolled around, everything was in the house and it actually seemed semi put together. Y/N looked around, sweat apparent on her face and hands on her hips, proud of what she had accomplished. The nerves from earlier had been drowned by pride.

The next day, she woke up from her first night in the house. It felt like a dream even though she was sure she was awake.

She had to navigate her way to the airport today to pick up her dog from his long flight and then mainly settle into the house. Her house sat on Sherwood Avenue, one of the many streets in Hampstead. It’s neighboring houses were much larger. The ones directly next to and across from her weren’t drastically bigger but what she had yet to learn was that next to the house across from her there were two houses that had been joined together by their slightly eccentric owner. A man who would be the match that ignited the flame that was the rest of her life.

This unknown fact quickly became known after Y/N’s first few weeks in her new neighbourhood. The eccentric - more so absurdly rich - neighbor who conjoined the houses was Harry Styles.

The first time they crossed paths she wasn’t even aware of it. It was the day she moved in. He had been out for his usual morning run and was rounding the corner when she had pulled up in her moving van. Once inside his home, he snoopily watched on as his neighbour began to move in. He hadn’t taken note of much about her, just that she was new and that she had a nice pair of jeans on that day.

The second time, Y/N was convinced she needed to get her eyes checked because there was no way that she had just seen Harry Styles key himself into the house across the way from her. There was no way that she had moved into the same area as him, let alone the same street. It seemed far more plausible that she needed a psych evaluation or a strong glasses prescription.

But the third instance of them crossing paths, she was proven wrong. She was on her way back from the neighbourhood park when she saw a guy jogging towards her. With a yellow beanie and a black Columbia sweatshirt paired with running shorts and shoes, he was hard to ignore running straight towards her. The iconic curls, strong jawline, and soft green eyes were dead giveaways this time. After making brief eye contact as their paths literally crossed, she felt herself make a little face of odd interest. Her head quirked and her eyes narrowed, lips pursed with slight confusion. That was definitely him.

After that, she found herself seeing Harry around the neighbourhood a relatively good amount. She’d see him at the park, at the coffee shop, on their street, and more. They didn’t speak. She really didn’t think he would want to be bothered by his neighbours and she certainly wasn’t willing to test the theory. They sometimes gave a small smile of acknowledgement but nothing really friendly. Just ‘you exist and I know that’.

Fridays are Y/N’s favorite day. It’s the beginning of the weekend, she never has to go into work and it’s simply a nice day. People are happier, they smile brighter and it just seems like the world is a little better than usual.

Friday was especially amazing today because her childhood best friend, Cate, was arriving at London Heathrow in the evening. Y/N had begged Cate to fly out to see the new house in person and Cate had finally found the time to run away to England for a week.

She shut her front door carefully behind her and placed her headphones in her ears. Rori, that little terrier, who had made a similar flight to see Y/N’s place not too long ago, scampered out the door with her and jumped happily at her legs as she fiddled with her phone. Her coat ruffles around her disturbed from the morning air. It’s blanket-like fabric that consisted of a deep blue backdrop with felt giraffes sewn on it, kept her warm while she walked. With her mind racing with weekend plans and ideas for her and Cate to do both in Hampstead and the city, she crossed the street like usual and began to walk with her dog to the coffee shop for her morning tea.

Unlike usual, she fumbled just as she was putting her phone in her pocket and bumped into something large and definitely not sedentary.

“I’m so sorry!” She blushed and moved backwards from the man who had just been shutting his own front gate to head somewhere.

“S’alright. No harm, no foul.” He looks down at her and her dog. Rori seems excited by the stranger and sniffs him eagerly. A single paw prodding at the man’s long leg.

She grimaces, hearing the voice and stepping back allows her to fully recognize who she had just bumped into. Her neighbour. The runner. Harry Styles.

“Sorry.” She mutters again as Rori continues to prod at Harry’s leg.

She tries to coax Rori away, but Harry simply smiles and leans down to the small dog.

“Hi there buddy,” he coos and rubs the top of the fluffy dogs head, in between his pointy ears, “What’s your name?”

“Rori.” She states easily, Harry’s eyes flickering to her smoothly. Rori makes a smile babbling noise that sounds a bit like a tiny roar - hence the name - and Harry chuckles to himself.

“He’s really adorable,” he finally says and straightens up from his admiring of the dog.

The grimace becomes more of a smile on her face and she mumbles a “Thank You”.

As her neighbour - who hasn’t introduced himself (which wasn’t necessary, but still) or bothered to ask for her introduction - seems to be about to say something new when his phone begins to vibrate obnoxiously. He twitches, his large hands immediately going to his pockets for the important device. He checks the message and looks back at her face.

“Sorry, I have to run...um,” he’s not sure what to say. He really does have to go, but he doesn’t even know his neighbour’s name. He’ll have to make sure to get it at some point in the near future. Especially now that he’s acquainted with her dog.

“No worries,” she smiles completely this time, relieved for the whole interaction to be over. She felt like she was going to explode with each passing moment. In the presence of a legendary musician, c’mon, who wouldn’t be freaking out. All she could think about was how Harry Styles now knew her dog’s name. What the fuck!

Upon arriving at the airport, she waited patiently for Cate to walk out of the customs area.

When she did, the two young women began jumping up and down excitedly, Y/N squealing only slightly. They hugged and began chattering intensely, catching up on lost time that generally occurs when you live an ocean apart.

Finally, one comment rings through the constant back and forth and Cate stops.

“Wait, what did you just say,” she questions as they begin walking to catch an uber back to Hampstead.

“I think my house might be haunted?” Y/N’s voice raising because she’s unsure if that’s what Cate was talking about.

“No, no, the thing after that. I think I must’ve misheard you.”

“Harry Styles is my neighbour?” Y/N’s brows raise as she looks over at her best friend, curious to know what she will say.

“Yes! Explain. Now!”

“It’s not really a big deal. It’s a nice neighbourhood, it makes sense that celebrities of his caliber want to live there.”

“That is not explaining. You have to introduce us!”

As they climb into their uber and settle in for the short ride back to Hampstead, Y/N sighs and tells Cate everything she knows.

“We’ve only just spoken today and I’ve been here for a couple weeks. He lives across the street and down one, I guess. I just see him around, it’s not like he knows who I am. He didn’t even get my name today, just Rori’s.” She laughs lightly, still finding it funny that Harry knows her dog’s name.

Cate nods, leaning in slightly to her best friend, hardly able to contain her awestruckness from the story and baffledness at Y/N’s calmness. “So, like, when do I get to meet him?”

“Girl, I don’t fucking know. Never, if you’re going to act wild. I don’t want the neighbourhood to think I’m not chill.”

“Sometimes…” Cate starts and leans away from Y/N jokingly, “I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

They both smile, bumping elbows silently. The song on the radio fading in louder as their words die out.

The next day, Y/N took Cate to the local park. It was expansive and connected to the football fields that local teams would play at. The park section was a luscious green that was maintained with copious amounts of watering by the township.

She and Cate settled on a patch of grass near a slender tree that would offer some shade if the sun’s rays became too harsh. The quilt they sat on was something her grandmother had made her when she was maybe 8 years old, meaning it was torn in places and completely worn in a different shade of pink than it had been initially.

They set up their picnic and played music, enjoying the sunny day. Something rare and fleeting as the fall began to creep up on Hampstead.

They eat and catch up on life for about an hour. Basking in the sunlight, Y/N had laid on her back and was staring up at the clouds passing along the sky. Cate was carefully watching their surroundings, simply taking in her friend’s new home, but possibly for another reason too.

“Hey, isn’t that…” Cate trails off, trying to subtly nod in the direction of an approaching figure.

Y/N sits up, her hands holding her up from behind her. Her hair fails in front of her shoulders slightly and it’s a little disheveled from being mused in the grass. She looks discreetly in the direction of Cate’s nodding and then looks at her friend and rolls her eyes.

“Yes, but don’t say anything, he might not even notice me and I’m certainly not calling out to him.”

‘Illicit Affairs’ by Taylor Swift is playing off her speaker and as she’s about to change it, Cate turns it up slightly. They share a glare with one another before trying to act casual again, even though both of their eyes kept flickering to the man who seemed to be continuing closer and closer to their set up.

It became clear that Harry was approaching them after all and Y/N tried to carry on an unbothered conversation with Cate, which was hard with the constant nudging of Cate’s foot on her shin.

He stops a mere foot away from their blanket, beaming at the two young women lounging on the ground. He makes an attempt at a casual wave, his large hand splaying his fingers quickly, before opening his mouth to speak.

Cate beats him to the punch. “Hello there!”

“Erm, hi!” He says nicely to her and then looks at Y/N.

“No Rori today?” He inquires.

“No,” she smiles, slightly blushing at the fact that he remembered her and her dog. “He’s napping.”

“Ah, I see,” He pauses, “I feel like I need to apologize.” He continues.

“For what?” She questions and Cate watches on anxiously, mesmerized by Harry and dying to see what happens next.

“I ran off before I could even ask for your name or introduce myself. It was terribly rude.”

“Oh,” she can’t stop smiling, “It’s nothing to apologize for, I’m sure you’re busy. Besides I had to get my day started, otherwise I would’ve been late picking her up.” She points to Cate who smiles sheepishly, still internally screaming over the fact that her friend is able to talk so easily to a celebrity.

Harry nods and looks at Cate again, “Just visiting I take it then?”

She nods quickly, words escaping her. Y/N chuckles under her breath and swoops in to save her friend any embarrassment. “Cate’s my best friend and she’s been kind enough to take time out of her extremely busy life to come look at my new house.”

He hums, still standing a respectful distance from their set-up. “Nice to meet you, Cate,” he says very kindly. Then he laughs, but in a way that is like he’s beside himself. The two women both quirk their heads at him. Y/N squints her eyes slightly, trying to understand the guy she is talking to and connecting him with the man that is all over the news all of the time for his musical genius.

“Now I know your dog and best friend’s names but still not yours. At this point, I’m begging you to tell me.”

They all laugh and Y/N feels nervous for the first time since Harry had walked up.

“You first,” she smiles slyly.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise, but then go back to normal. Harry was very smart, she likely knew his name, but one, she was trying to be funny and two, she was also trying to be courteous. He preferred to introduce himself rather than just be told who he is, even if people already knew. It allowed him to maintain some normalcy.

“‘M Harry,” He says with a smile.

“Alright.” She says and then remains quiet.

Harry’s lips quirk up in a faint smile, amused at her expression.

“I thought it was a ‘show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ type of situation or was I mistaken?” He finally asks when she remains silent still.

The two young women laugh and Y/N bites the inside of her cheek, both feeling flustered and completely in control at the same time.

“You weren’t mistaken, I was just thinking.” Then she pauses again and Cate thinks Harry is about to combust and Harry thinks he’s going to as well with all the anticipation that has been built up over his neighbor’s name, even though he was pretty sure he’d heard it in passing at one point or another but had forgotten quickly afterwards.

“It’s Y/N.”

Harry releases a facetious sigh of relief, “Oh thank god! Finally!” His words quickly turn into an infectious laugh that is paired with a shining smile and she feels like she’s swooning right then and there. The control has gone out the window and she’s taken with her neighbor. He’s wonderful in that moment and she forgets about Cate or the park or anything. It’s just Harry and how it seems like he’s smiling just for her.

“Now that I’ve gotten your name,” he smiles pointedly at her after his laughter has faded away. The smile doesn’t leave his face though, his eyes still crinkled, his dimples still showing.

She nods, encouraging him to continue. Cate feels like she’s watching a movie unfold in front of her and she wishes she could record the entire interaction.

“I can finally ask you, Y/N, where did you get that fabulous coat I saw you wearing yesterday?”

She twitches further upright, eyes bringing themselves directly inline with Harry’s gaze. “Oh,” she inhales, “The giraffe one, yeah?”

He nods.

“I got it from a Goodwill years ago. It’s some vintage company that used to only make sleepwear. I looked up the tag one time and it doesn’t exist anymore. Super cool, though. Wish I could buy more.”

“Yeah,” Harry says eagerly, even taking a step towards the women, “It was so intriguing. Maybe, if you didn’t mind of course -” he falters, losing his courage for a moment, “you could bring it over and my stylist could check it out. I would love something similar and I’m sure he could figure it out.”

She shrugs. It wasn’t crazy, especially not for Harry - she assumed. She was certain he often found things he liked but there was only one of them so he would just order his own. She couldn’t help the pride that was swelling inside her though it that moment. Harry Styles liking her jacket so much he asked where it was from and then wanting his stylist to look at it. She’d jump for joy when she was in the safety of her private home later tonight with Cate.

“One condition,” she says and Harry’s brows quirk amusedly at her.

“You are a very tit for tat person,” he muses.

“Fair’s fair,” she shrugs again and then looks around her quickly, “It’s simple so don’t get too worked up over it, buddy.”

He laughs slightly again and tries to figure out what she’s looking for. When she extends a scratched up, sticker-covered point and shoot film camera he smiles.

“Can you take a picture of Cate and I? It’s always just the two of us so we never have anyone to take pictures of us together.”

Harry grins at this and her sincere face. Cate is a little taken aback, because while it’s technically true, it’s not entirely factual. They have plenty of film pictures of them - maybe not recently though. And she wasn’t going to question Y/N right now. It seemed like she knew what she was doing.

Harry takes the camera and begins to look through the viewfinder. The women scoot closer together and Cate wraps her arm around Y/N’s shoulder. She leans in to press her cheek against her best friend. They smile up at the camera and Harry crouches slightly to get a better angle.

“Alright,” he mumbles, “Ready?...Cheese!”

Their smiles stay hung on their face as they listen for the click and when the faint sound befalls their ears, Cate laughs and Y/N pulls away. She reaches forward for the camera, her hand easily brushing Harry’s large one.

Their smiles meet each other and Cate can’t help but notice how they grow as the two of them look at one another.

“Thank you,” Y/N says sweetly and pulls back to retake her seat on the blanket.

Harry straightens up, his grin falling back into that signature smirk. “No problem.”

“So-” He begins but she cuts him off.

“Well, I’m sure I’ll see you around, yeah?”

He clears his throat, feeling thrown off. “Yeah, sure. I guess next time I see you we can talk about when a good time would be for your jacket to come over?”

His voice raises at the end of his question a little more than usual, he’s trying to get her to bite, but she doesn’t seem like someone who is easily thrown off. He is trying to read her and she’s been completely cool the entire time. It’s intriguing. Even more so than the jacket, even though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it, it wasn’t really his focus when he walked across the park to her and Cate.

“Yep! It was nice finally meeting you Harry.”

He feels the cue to walk off and says his farewells. As he walks off, back on course to his intended destination, his head is filled with questions. Most important of them being when he would see her again.

Cate and Y/N watch him walk towards the football fields. They see him meet with a group of men and it seems like they’re there to practice or play a game. Y/N couldn’t be sure.

“He likes you!” Cate finally bursts out.

Y/N rolls her eyes, “Stop trying to make me take the piss. That’s a fucking lie and you know it.”

“It’s not! He likes you and you obviously like him, I mean, but we been knew.”

“Having a crush on the famous Harry Styles when you’re 17 is different than me liking my neighbour Harry.”

“But you like him don’t you? He’s even better than he was when he was 19. Now he’s all grown up and established and more your style anyway.”

“Shut up! He could hear you.”

“He really couldn't, he's yards away, you’re just paranoid.” Cate continues to tease and ridicule her best friend over Harry and Y/N is just about ready to up and leave, but she also can’t help but laugh it off.

“I’m literally gonna kick you out if you keep talking,” Y/N says between laughs and the women feel like they’re back in high school losing their minds over the stupidest joke ever.

“Okay, fine. But all I have to say is I will hold this over you when you end up together.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, whatever. Just be prepared to wait forever because I can promise you Harry Styles and I are never ending up together.”

Two Weeks Later

Y/N walked to her door after hearing the doorbell ring and opened it to find her neighbour standing with his arm raised ready to knock.

“Hey, Harry,” She greeted easily, but not entirely sure why he was here.

They hadn’t really seen each other since their official meeting in the park. It hadn’t bothered her and it hadn’t really bothered Harry either. It seemed like they both had extremely busy lives that they didn’t plan on throwing out the window because they had said they would meet up at some point. She liked that.

Harry had come over because he finally had a break in his schedule and was hoping to talk about the jacket and anything else really. He was interested in getting to know her and he didn’t care to hide it.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go get a coffee or something?” He asked, leaning himself against her door frame now.

Her eyebrows raise and her eyes widen a little bit, not completely sure she heard him correctly.

“Right now?!” She asked incredulously.

She was wearing an oversized grey sweatshirt and black bike shorts that peaked out from underneath the sweatshirt hem. One of her socks was shoved around her ankle while the other was pulled up flat to touch the base of her calf. She didn’t think she was looking the most presentable at the moment. She had been basking in her day off by simply laying on the couch watching hours of Netflix.

He nods, his smile growing on his face. Her flustered expression only made him happier. She was always so nonchalant with him, he wanted to see her a little more antsy.

“Unless you’re busy,” he adds seriously, not wanting to bother her, just wanting to spend time with her.

“No, no. I’m not...I’m not busy. I just wasn’t expecting any plans where I would be required to go out in public. Let me just...um, come inside and then give me five minutes.”

“Sure,” Harry smiles again as he steps into her home.

Her smile is sheepish and much less genuine then the one Harry holds on his face as he takes in her abode. She tells him to make himself comfortable and then runs to her room to try and possibly fix her state in under five minutes.

She tears around her room, heaving off the frumpy sweatshirt and grabbing a long sleeve striped v-neck top she had hanging out half out of her hamper, a sign known to her that while it was clean enough to wear, if she happened to do laundry she should wash it. Slipping it over her head, she walks to her dresser and leans over to open the bottom drawer and unfolds a pair of dark wash oversized jeans. There’s no holes in them and she throws them on the bed so that she can slip out of her current pants. Next, onto the socks, she swaps out the current ones for a fresh black pair and finds her tortoise print boots to flick on. As she just about runs into her en suite bathroom, she zips the two boots up between steps. A quick comb through her hair, deodorant, two spritz of perfume, her eyelash curler and mascara and she’s running back to where Harry is waiting in her living room.

He blinks surprisedly at her promptness, usually giving people more time then what they say they need. She had indeed gotten ready in five minutes. He thought she looked breathtaking. And she felt like she was at a lack for breath in any case.

“It’s a bit cold out,” he glances to the window.

“Isn’t it always?” She smiles, finally catching her breath.

He chuckles and then nods, a smile appearing on his face as he feels a warmth in his chest at her wit.

“Ready?” He checks in.

She nods, grabbing a coat she kept hung by the door.

“Just the coffee shop down the way?” She inquires as they exit the house and she locks the door behind her.

Harry hums, waiting down a step for her to turn around and walk beside him. It was so strange to her, this felt all too normal with him. Like he was just a friend who had come to pick her up for coffee, her neighbor, nothing more.

“Did you hear the new season of the Crown is coming out soon?” Harry asks as they walk shoulder to shoulder (technically since her shoulder wasn’t in line with his).

“Really?” She looks at him, “I love that show!”

“Me too,” He looks at her and smiles happily.

“That’s amazing,” she breathes mostly to herself, half about the show and half about how Harry watches television and that he watches one of her favorite shows.

There’s silence. The brisk air pricking their cheeks as they walk down their street. Their puffs of breath create a slight mist of white ahead of them and then quickly dissipates.

Her eyes flit up to Harry’s chiseled jaw and face and she watches him as his eyes carefully and meaningfully take in his surroundings. Was it her turn to take a stab at conversation? It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence but she just wasn’t sure what was going on.

“You play football right?” She says finally as they turn onto the next street that would bring them closer to the café they both frequented.

She remembered seeing him there on several occasions. The tips he left were always overly generous, which she assumed you could do when you were exorbitantly rich. He always smiled when he ordered and knew the baristas by name. His order rarely differed and she hated to admit but she knew his two regulars. His actual “regular” was a 12 ounce black coffee, dark roast, no cream and no sugar. The other, his “I’ll actually have”, was a 16 ounce iced green tea, no cream and no sugar.

She couldn’t help that she was observant and that when ‘H’ was called at the bar she looked at what was pushed out, patiently waiting for him to come snatch it up with a smile and nod to the workers before he left. Sometimes he’d even smile at her over the lid of his drink as he exited the establishment. It was warm and inviting and she felt good about the twinkle in his eye that never seemed to waver no matter the day.

Now they were going there together and she’d have to pretend like she’d never noticed what he got as a drink.

He responds to her question with another glance at her and a simple “yes”. His hands shove into his pockets and one side of his pink lips quirk up. He continues, “I’m on a local team with some mates. We’re in a little competition with our league. The final match is coming up this Sunday actually...You should come.”

He says it so casually it almost doesn’t catch her off guard. Harry inviting her to his football game, maybe this was going to be her life now. Going to her neighbours football match. Going to Harry Styles’ football match.

“Sunday…” She sounds out, choosing to look out into the distance instead of at him. “What time?”

“Eight.”

“P.M. right?” She responds quickly, worried since she never wakes up that early and rarely before 10 a.m. on the weekends for that matter.

“Of course,” he chuckles.

They’ve come upon the café and he’s quick to grab the handle to open the door and let her go before him. She can’t stop the blush and smile that spread on her face as she ducks her head into the warm and cozy shop. Men had opened doors for her before and she really thought of herself as a strong woman who didn’t need a man for anything, but something about Harry’s action felt especially, and specifically, chivalrous. Why, she had no idea.

Neither of them stop to look at the menu. They were regulars and they both knew that about each other as well. He gestures for her to go first and she mutters her thanks before turning to the patiently waiting barista. She orders and is about to hand over her card when Harry suavely steps in and says, “Don’t worry about it. I invited you with me, I’ll pay.”

It was both completely unexpected and expected at the same time. Knowing she’d never win this fight, she thanked him again, glanced at the man taking her order and then stepped aside. Harry orders his own drink and then pays for both. Today he leaves double the amount he usually leaves for tip, she assumes since it’s two drinks he was paying for.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?” She says quietly to him once they’re in a corner of the café waiting for their drinks.

He stands slightly slumped against the wall, closer to her height right now. He only shrugs, his good natured smile not once leaving his face since he entered this place.

“I wanted to,” he said simply right as the drinks were ready since it wasn’t particularly busy on this random Friday afternoon.

They glance outside and see that it’s begun to drizzle while they’ve been inside. She sighs, having hoped to walk around a little after being inside all day.

Instead, they sit at the corner table in the café, across from each other. She moves on from the paying thing, knowing it was simply how this guy probably operated most of his life.

He got a black coffee today, the cold and rain likely contributing to that choice.

As one pop song fades out, slightly under the sound of the coffee machines, she’s about to tell Harry she’s pretty sure she can make his final football match when ‘Cardigan’ fades in. It’s the second time a Taylor Swift song has been playing while she’s been in the presence of Harry and they were conversing. She tries to ignore one of her favorite songs at the moment. Harry doesn’t seem to pay much mind to it. His foot is tapping against his other, but it’s been tapping like that since they sat down.

“I think I could probably make it to your game,” she says finally after a pause and a sip of her own drink.

Harry grins at the response and launches into how great it will be if they win and how happy everyone will be. She smiles along and doesn’t notice the slight head swaying to the song that she’s begun.

“Fan of Taylor?” Harry inquires and Y/N’s face drops, eyes widening cartoonishly.

She stutters, a nervous laugh leaving her mouth before she can actually say something. How does she respond about liking Taylor Swift to a man who counts her as an ex. She’s at a loss.

“Yeah, uh,” she finally starts.

Harry watches her curiously, obviously noticing her discomfort as his question.

“I used to not really consider myself a fan. I don’t really follow her just because I don’t really follow...um...musicians,” she chokes out the last word realizing Harry fits that category. “But, after folklore, I don’t know, this album really spoke to me. I also really like Lover and...uh” she pauses again, sticking on 1989, an album she has argued with her friends about how it’s basically a tell all of the man before her and Taylor’s relationship.

He nods, hoping she’ll continue. He wanted to get to know her and he kind of liked seeing her squirm. “1989?” He finally supplies.

Her blush isn’t able to be covered this time. If her hair didn’t fall in front of her ears she was sure they’d be flushed with blood.

Then she draws out of her own self stress and looks at the smooth man before her and grows calm. He was amazing at winding her up and she didn’t want to seem like some young, impressionable fangirl to him. So, she squared her shoulders and straightened up in her chair.

“Yes, it was pop perfection as one of my college friends liked to say. I’d always listen to it at the gym.” Then she pauses, taking a measured breath, gaining her confidence back. Her eyes meet his, “Is there any songs off it that you particularly enjoy, Mr. Styles.”

He chuckles, mostly because of her emphasis on ‘Style’.

“Shake it off?” He asks.

“Oh fuck off!” She laughs and he joins in with her.

When they catch their breaths from laughing, they simultaneously take sips of their drinks and settle their eyes back on one another. Exes and songs written about oneself weren’t exactly the topics Harry had in mind for the coffee outing he had asked Y/N out on, but talks of exes had never been this funny with anyone else. He was grateful for her playfulness, her demeanor.

“Can I ask you something personal?” She asks quietly and seriously.

“I think we’re past that question, love,” he responds.

“Yeah, I guess,” she pauses and just about whispers, “Pretty much all of them are about you right?”

He shrugs again, his felt coat rustling around his seat. “We never really talked about every single song.”

She leans forward at the ‘we’ Harry is using about himself and Taylor Swift.

“But when I listen to the songs, I hear us in just about every one but a few.”

“Wow,” she breathes and sips her drink. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lived through something that intense and then someone commemorated in a masterpiece.”

“Do you have a favorite on that album?” He asks, moving on from her revelation.

“I love ‘I know places’, it has a cool sound. But I also really love ‘Wonderland’. They both have kind of dark sounds, yet it still is like what you have is so special that the bad bits are worth it. I don’t know, it just seems like a tv show. I don’t think my life could ever be that crazy or dramatic.” She doesn’t notice her use of ‘you’ because she had meant it as a form of analyzing the song theoretically as she had done hundreds of times with her friends, but this time the ‘you’ is literally the ‘you’ the song is talking about.

“Love can turn anyone’s life chaotic.” Harry muses.

The green eye’s that flashed at Taylor throughout that album look at Y/N from across the table and she feels a flip in her stomach at his tone.

Maybe he notices her mild discomfort, maybe that’s just who he is. But after a beat, Harry’s onto the next topic on his mind. He launches into how he’s just returned from Scotland for a shoot for something so undercover he can’t even divulge to her, much to his dismay. She’s taken aback since she didn’t consider her someone Harry would divulge any of his private matters to, but it seemed like he already considered her a confidant. Just not for that. He wants it to be a surprise.

She smiles and listens attentively. She wonders as he goes on about his interesting yet absurdly lavish life whether he even knows what regular life is like anymore. Or if he’d even enjoy it if he experienced it.

Sure, coffee and football were plenty part of regular life . But the football league was something novel to Harry. He had just gotten to do it and he was thrilled by its normalcy.

She regarded him carefully, unsure what the next step was in this budding friendship. Was it dangerous to get involved with someone’s life which seemed to be filled with whirlwind rigor and constant change.

She liked her chaos, don’t get her wrong. She felt like she often was the odd one out in life. Always thinking differently than the ones around her. She often was the one to suggest spontaneous late night trips around town or exploration of an abandoned building known for spooky stories. She liked inviting friends over for themed parties for no specific occasions and she liked taking film pictures of friends like they were models even though it was only for her and her memories. She thought of herself as silly and fun, but what Harry described as his chaotic fun actually was regimented tight schedules of constant travel and work. Interesting experiences came out of that constant travel and work, but didn’t seem like something she necessarily wanted to get herself wrapped up in.

After coffee, they leave the café and it’s pouring now. Instead of going home, Harry insists on walking her to her place. She relents, realizing, once again, that Harry wasn’t someone who took ‘no’ for an answer. She then invites him in because it’s the polite thing to do. And Harry being Harry accepts.

“Want a dry sweatshirt while you wait?” She asks as she slips off her wet shoes and jacket in the entryway. Harry follows suit, his knit sweater being pelted with rain for the last eight minutes left him feeling cold and shivery.

He nods as he toes off his shoes and ventures back to the living room she had him wait in a few hours ago.

“Here,” She says as she tosses a grey sweatshirt in his direction. She believes it's her one from earlier, an innocuous pullover with ‘London’ in collegiate lettering on the front. He catches it as she rounds the corner to turn up the heater.

Her mistake was being so careless to not look at the sweatshirt before handing it over to her neighbor. Anyone else, maybe they wouldn’t have questioned it. But Harry, how could he not.

“What’s this?”

“A sweatshirt,” she doesn’t spare him a glance on the coach as she fiddles with the thermostat.

“It’s one of my sweatshirts,” Harry says and she can hear the smile on his face.

“That’s impossible, I’ve never borrowed-” Her brows had raised at what he said but now her words fall short.

He didn’t mean one of his personal sweatshirts that she possibly borrowed if they were better friends. No. He meant his merchandise.

“It was a gift,” she sighs as she turns to face him. He’s now wearing the sweatshirt proudly and grinning up at her smugly.

She rolls her eyes when he gives her a knowing smile.

“I didn’t know that it was the one I was handing you. Honest!”

“I thought you didn’t “keep up” with musicians,” Harry says playfully, his fingers making quotes appropriately.

“I don’t.” Her tone is serious as she plops on the couch beside Harry.

“I enjoy your music from time to time. Is that a crime?!” She finally exclaims when she can’t handle Harry’s knowing smirk.

“No it’s not, you could have just told me you were a fan!” She tries to stop him and protest that she wouldn’t consider herself a fan, but he continues, “I still would have wanted to have been friends.You’re one of the liveliest neighbors I’ve got. Everyone else on the street is rather dull.”

She chuckles, remembering finding out quickly that the street wasn’t a lively bunch.

“I just wouldn’t say I’m a fan,” she presses and sits across from him.

He continues smiling like he knows the truth.

“I don’t think you’ve met an average person in awhile, Harry.” She finally says after they sat in silence for a few minutes because they were both too stubborn to be the first to talk.

“I would hardly call you average if that’s what you’re implying, Y/N.” He nods her way and he shifts on her plush couch, his legs adjusting themselves on their own accord. “And I know plenty of average people,” he adds huffily.

“I normally wouldn’t either, but compared to who you seem to surround yourself, I very much am. And that’s not meant to be a jab at anyone involved.”

His right hand sneaks up to his head to scratch at the base of a particularly perfect curl. His eyes squint a bit as his mind processes her claim.

“What are you trying to say exactly?”

“I’m just curious to see if you’d actually like me in your life. It seems like you want to be friends with me and that’s great, but realistically I don’t know how much I would fit into it.”

Harry scoffs, “That’s literally bullshit, just relax. I’m so chill you won’t even know what to do with me.”

Now it’s her turn to scoff. “Chill?!” She asks incredulously. Harry nods with a seriousness she hadn’t seen before.

“When’s the next time you’re flying off to another country for work?”

Harry pauses, “Um...the day after the final match. I’m beginning to film a movie, so I’ll be there for a month.”

“Busy bee,” she muses and they both chuckle.

There’s something about the somber look Harry is giving her. His eyes twinkled in the coffee shop and with playful winks she was excited to be in his presence. But after she mentions when his next trip is, he seems saddened. There’s skepticism behind his eyes and maybe he doesn’t like being challenged about who he is from other people, especially those who are new in his life.

But that’s who Y/N is, she’s straightforward and doesn’t lie to someone. If Harry was now her friend, she was going to tell it like it is to him. That personality trait she worried wouldn’t make her long for his world.

“So the cardigan? Do you have it here?” Harry changes the subject, clearly not wanting to actually consider a realistic friendship together instead just charging ahead with no hesitation. Whatever happened they would deal with it as it came. Maybe she should just go with the flow, let herself be swept up into his madness. Maybe it would be easier than fighting it.

“No.”

“Oh?”

“I do, I was joking. Where else would it be?” Her tone is light, trying to get back the shine she had seen Harry exhibit before it had vanished.

Maybe that was Harry’s effect on people. He was vibrant and like an Elton John song. You never wanted that shine to go away, never wanted the song to end. Never wanted him to stop shining his light on you. She felt this happening in just a few hours with him. When he was happy so was she and when he wasn’t entirely shining she wanted to do whatever she could to get it back.

A smile curls on his face and his green eyes narrow slightly. He’s trying to figure her out, know what she’s all about.

“Do you want to go and grab it?” His voice sweetening, almost like a tease. Maybe he means to bite his lip, maybe he doesn’t, but the effect on her is nonetheless earthshaking.

She pops up and smiles back, happy to have made him happy. As she walks out of the room to go get the cardigan that had started this all, her head tilts and she furrows her brow wondering why she felt such a sense of pride just for making him happy.

Would this man cause her to finally put someone else’s wishes ahead of hers?

“Are you on your way?”

She listens to Harry’s slightly worried voice crackle over the speaker of her phone as she shuts her door with the hand not holding her phone to her ear. His voice is raspy and muffled. She assumes it’s from the cold air of London at night and the scarf he is likely got wrapped around his neck.

“Yes! Jeez, I’m on my way. Walking over right now.”

It’s the final match for Harry’s football team and if they win the game then they get a trophy and it’s all Harry has been talking about since they got coffee and she handed over her cardigan.

Harry huffed an “alright” on the other side of the line and she called a “see you soon” before hanging up.

He was both eager for Y/N to come and possibly meet some of his teammates and a few of his close friends who he had invited and for her to arrive so that she wasn’t walking out late at night alone. He hadn’t known her for long, but he felt a certain protectiveness over her. She was relatively alone here, only two friends at work that she had mentioned and everyone else lived far away. She said she didn’t mind it, but Harry had a hard time understanding it since he surrounded himself with his friends as much as he could and was constantly either traveling or having them travel to see him.

He had even contemplated inviting her to come to Los Angeles with him for a month, but knew she would remind him of her ever important job that she couldn’t just randomly take a month off.

He’d have to ask her what exactly she did because every time he tried to remember, it always slipped his mind.

When her figure came into sight below the fluorescent lights, he breathed a sigh of relief. A grin spread on his face as she beamed at him and waved a bit. He didn’t understand how she couldn’t see how special she was. Every time he saw her he felt himself straighten up and feel a bubbling in his chest. Her smile was infectious and the way her eyes glittered when she looked away quickly and then returned eye contact made him want to stay in her presence forever.

“You made it!” Harry said and scooped her up in his arms, not realizing just how happy he was to see her, swinging her around in a half circle.

She laughs in surprise, but appreciates the warmth Harry’s hug offers her. She’s not quite sure they had ever touched each other before this moment beside shoulder brushes and hand touches. Nothing so...purposeful.

“I made it,” she confirms and pats him on his broad shoulders.

Questions in her mind raced as she questioned whether it was normal for friendships to happen like this. She knew in college friendships could happen this quickly. And that’s when it dawned on her, she really hadn’t made a new friend since college and that was why everything with Harry was so odd to her. She had forgotten what new friendship was. She needed to stop questioning everything and just live in the moment with a person she really liked being with.

Harry’s hands move from her waist and one stays to lead her forward so he can introduce her to some of his mates, as he had promised.

She felt at home in that moment. His hand on the small of her back, his heat radiating off of him and her hair swept behind her ears and her cheek pressed to his shoulder staring up at him sweetly.

She meets Charlotte, a member of Harry’s band who lives in London, her boyfriend, Mitch (who had just happened to find himself in Hampstead this weekend), Ben, and a few more people she couldn’t remember all the names of.

Harry’s team wins the game and Y/N’s not sure if she’s ever seen someone so happy to win an adult league football match. There wasn’t any official trophy except the one Harry had made himself and said he would even give to the other team if they won. It was engraved with the words “The World’s Greatest Football Team of Stars Ever. October 22, 2020”. It doesn’t even make sense but she’d been holding it for the entire night as he played.

He goes down the line of his friends who have been watching and gives them all jubilant kisses on the lips. When he reaches Y/N she holds out the trophy and he grins and gives her a kiss on the cheek. His lips are surprisingly soft and his scratchy stubble tickles her and she swiftly pulls back, a smile on her face and blush on her cheeks nonetheless.

Charlotte and Mitch share a look between the two of them and Ben’s eyes narrow slightly at the interaction. His eyes narrow just as they had when Harry had strutted over to the group with Y/N before the game. He had happily named everyone and she had shaken all of their hands with a warm smile on her lips. Ben had regarded her warily and she had shaken it off as the chill of the night air. But there it was again, not quite trusting of the neighbour girl Harry had just randomly befriended a few days ago.

The team and the friends of the team decide they deserve to celebrate this win, mostly at the request of Harry.

Y/N tries to find a time to leave, to return to her place so she can prepare for her day at work tomorrow. But no excuses will be heard from Harry and she has a hard time saying no to his sparkling eyes and gorgeous grin that she’s growing far too accustomed to.

She’s ushered down to the closest pub with the rest of them and finds herself chatting with Charlotte’s boyfriend. He’s the most...normal. She’s not sure how to explain it, but he doesn’t seem to be regarding her as different, unlike every other one of Harry’s friends. They were all perfectly nice and cordial with her, but she just felt like she wasn’t a part of their group, their world and she didn’t know how to explain it.

Charlotte and Mitch are rather nice too, but they’re more reserved with her. They’re musicians, like Harry, and they somewhat have that air of awareness around them that Harry sometimes gets. She thinks it’s from the fame, having to constantly be wary of who is around you, what everyone is doing, what is happening next. She doesn’t mind it, it’s just not something she’s used to.

She wishes she could just throw back some drinks and she could allow herself to be more...well just be more. More of a presence, more of herself, but she has a job she has to get to bright and early. Tomorrow was Monday and for her that meant work. So she sips a beer that Harry insisted be on his tab and she makes small talk with Charlotte’s boyfriend about how he’s been helping her produce her first EP. Charlotte occasionally pops in when she hears her name, but mostly is conversing with Mitch over something silly. Y/N knows because they keep laughing.

Harry is going around to just about everyone in the party and she watches as he happily talks with every one of his friends. He’s ecstatic and she wonders if she’s ever experienced happiness like he has.

At midnight she attempts to make a French exit, as her mother always called it, and slip away with little to no farewells, but Harry spots her before she can.

“You’re leaving already?” Harry asks loudly, the euphoria of winning his silly little game and drinking a fair amount of pints has him at his peak boisterity.

“I have work tomorrow,” she says warily, slumping slightly from the weight of Harry’s arm slinging around her shoulder.

He turns serious and straightens up slightly, his green eyes looking especially dark in the pubs dim lighting as they look her dead in the eye. “Let me walk you home.”

“I can get home by myself,” she laughs, shrugging off his hold. “Plus, the host can’t leave his own celebration.” She gestures to everyone else happily celebrating on a Sunday, somehow not bothered by the beginning of the average week.

He steps closer, his brow furrowing for the first time that night. One of his large hands raises to his tousled hair and he runs it through the tresses. He even nibbles at his lower lip as he contemplates his decision. Then quickly and suddenly, he makes up his mind,

“No, I’ll escort you. Can’t have my neighbour walk home this late alone. I’ll just leave my card with Mitch. He’ll settle up the tab.” He smiles at his perfect plan and she grimaces feeling slightly embarrassed that he would leave his friends to walk her home. “Won’t you Mitch?” Harry calls as he grabs his coat from the wall next to the door. Mitch simply nods and Harry yells his farewells, Y/N waves meekly.

“That was...interesting,” she mulls over her words as they walk through the cold night air outside of the pub.

“Amazing, right?” Harry speaks over her less enthusiastic voice.

“You have a lot of friends,” she mused, trying to sound less disheartened than she had in her last statement.

Harry only hums and shivers slightly from the cold. His breath comes clearly out in puffs in the cold night air. Y/N’s is muffled by her scarf wrapped tightly up to her chin. She’s tucked his face as far into it as possible but her nose won’t stop from freezing as they walk.

Her hand goes up to it and she rests her palm to the tip of it. The motion grabs Harry’s attention and he looks directly at her curiously.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m freezing,” she muffles out, “This helps my cold nose not be so..cold.”

He chuckles and wraps his arm around her shoulder and she easily folds into him, welcoming any warmth right now.

After another moment of silence and them enjoying each other’s warmth and slight smell of whatever perfumes they had chosen earlier that night as well as beer and wood of the pub, Harry nuzzles his head above hers and then asks her something.

“Was that overwhelming for you?”

She’s quiet, thankful his eyes can’t reach hers right now. He was too powerful with those things.

“I, um, a little. I just...I just realized today that I haven’t made a new friend since college outside of work and it was overwhelming just hanging out with you. So all of your friends as well, yeah, it was a bit much for me.”

Harry looks out at the empty street ahead of them and sighs in realization. In his excitement, he hadn’t accounted how she might have felt tonight until just now. He wanted to kick himself for not thinking of her feelings, but other’s feelings slipped his mind so easily sometimes.

They round their street corner and she nuzzles back into his side.

“I’m sorry, love.” He rubs at her outer arm, “I didn’t think about it like that. I was just so excited for my plan to come together. Maybe next time, it’ll just be a couple of them rather than so many?”

“Sure,” she says quickly, wanting to make him happy, knowing how much he cared about his friends. “I feel like we need to hang out more with just you before I osmos into your friend group though if I’m being honest.”

“Well that can definitely be arranged,” he says and reluctantly lets go of her body. They’ve arrived at her door.

“I also want to see the inside of your house at some point.” She tugs at one of his hands before it can disappear into his warm coat pocket. “Houses,” she corrects.

“That can also be arranged,” Harry smiles with his lips closed. Pink lips and rosy cheeks extra bright from the cold. He plays with her fingers as the two stand close to one another, happy for the alone time and chalking the proximity up to heat sharing.

“You leave tomorrow right?” She finally asks.

His head falls and he sighs.

“Yeah…”

“It’s just a month,” she smiles, trying to stop Harry from being so dramatic. Especially when there was no logical reason for him to be so upset over not seeing his neighbour - she keeps telling herself.

“Are you sure you can’t quit your job and just fly out with me?” He pleads.

She throws her head back in laughter and shifts closer to him, her front porch light illuminating and shadowing every perfect place on Harry’s gorgeous face.

“Not even a chance.”

“That is a shame,” he takes an experimental step closer and she feels his breath fan across her cheeks at his last word.

She wrinkles his nose at the smell of his last beer, even though coming from him it was endearing.

Just as she feels him being to shift his head closer, she steps forward and gives him a tight hug.

“Goodnight Harry,” she whispers into his ear, “Safe travels.”

Then she’s stepping back and swiftly unlocking her door. She moves it slowly so as to not wake Rori and then Harry’s left alone and dumbfounded on her doorstep.

He definitely preferred being with her alone, but now he didn’t even have that chance until next month. And nonetheless she had just sidestepped his kiss with such ease he’s not even sure if he meant to kiss her. It had felt right, but why? Because it was cold and picture perfect? Or because he was enchanted by her and liked her as more than a new friend?

She slumps in her kitchen and fixes an Emergen-C to stave off the chill of the night and any germs that might have been lurking around the pub. She hopes when she walks to her bedroom she can check the front porch and see that Harry has gone home because she would hate to turn the light off on him.

How could he have expected her to kiss him just then? They’ve only just met each other a few weeks ago? And he’s Harry Styles and she just lives in the neighbourhood. What the actual fuck had happened to her life?

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neocrush · 3 years

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— enhypen reaction to hearing you sing for the first time !

genre: fluff + established relationship for heeseung and sunoo

pairings: idol!enhypen x gn!reader

note: requested by anon ♡

★ heeseung

you got into an argument, a dumb one actually

but you both being the stubborn people you are, you decided to give each other the silent treatment

you couldn’t handle it much longer

you just wanted to say sorry and cuddle with him

but then again - you didn’t wanna deflate your ego

so directly speaking to him was a no-no

so you sat there in his bed, grabbing his guitar and started strumming it

until you started playing and singing get you by daniel caesar

heeseung must’ve heard you as he slowly walked towards his room, pressing his ear on the door

he didn’t know you could play the guitar and sing

pls he had massive heart eyes

was convinced he fell in love with you all over again

he completely forgot the argument ever happened and just barged in

“you’re the love of my life.”

you stopped playing and singing and just went *instert shocked pikachu face*

“can you sing for me? please?” and you just shake your head no

pouts and gives you puppy eyes

you give in and kiss his cheek “fine, but only if you do it with me”

he nods and cuddles you as you both sing each other to sleep

★ jay

you were a new trainee at belift and he was at the studio, preparing a new song with jake and a producer

the producer had called you in to record a demo for one of the hybe groups

he wasn’t that fazed when you entered the room - the both of you having a mask and bucket hat on

as you entered the recording booth, you removed your mask and hat

you listen to the instrumental and re-read the lyrics once again as you asked the producer if you could record the song without instrumental first

the producer agreed and started recording

you got straight into the chorus, surprising jay

that specific part was in a very high key and he was shocked at how effortlessly you sang it at the first try

the recording went pretty well

but the way jay kept on looking back and forth between the lyrics he was writing and you in the booth didn’t go unnoticed by jake

you were done and had to return to practice as you bowed to the boys and producer - leaving the room

jake nudges jay, signalling him to go follow you and at least say something

jay took the hint and left the studio

“y/n!” he called out and you turned around

“your voice is beautiful. would you want to record with me- i mean enhypen some time?”

★ jake

you were part of a girl band

you played the bass and was also the lead singer

your company - a fairly small one - was just recently bought by bang pd so you were under hybe labels

your group used to perform for different high school festivals and you just happened to have performed at sunoo’s

after hearing the news that you were under hybe too, sunoo begged his members to come with him see your band at the company

“sunoo they’re there to practice, not to do free concerts” - jungwon

jake chuckled and he was the only one who agreed to come with sunoo

“hyung did you know their lead singer is the same age as you” sunoo said wiggling his brows as they both made their way to your practice room

jake just shook his head at his younger member

hearing a familiar melody, sunoo dragged the older member to what he was sure was your practice room

“sunoo you can’t just barge i-“

was he seeing an angel?????

“sunoo i thought they did rock”

“yeah but they have bsides in other genres too yknow”

you were singing your solo song twilight

jake nodded and watched you in awe, admiring how into the song you were

your members weren’t there and it may seem lonely but your voice echoing throughout the room made the atmosphere feel heavenly

once the song was over, sunoo cheered and clapped his hands as you grew shy, finally acknowledging their presence

the two boys introduced themselves to you and you did the same to them

you chuckled as you saw jake fumble on his words

“i know who you guys are, i watched your very good cover. you should try doing rock sometime, it seriously fits you guys!” you complimented them

as they grew shy, you couldn’t help but notice jake’s unique smile and how he plays with his hands when he’s nervous

“do you wanna grab lunch with us?”

“is the jake sim asking me out?”

“is the y/n l/n rejecting me?”

you both laughed as sunoo playfully rolled his eyes and you went to go get lunch with the two

★ sunghoon

you were at karaoke with the guys

all of them were having the time of their lives, doing song after song without taking breaks

jay and riki were singing new face and you were busting your lungs out watching them get tired of the never-ending song

remember when yoongi went “when does this song end” when bts was singing new face during that one run episode? yeah that’s them

when the song finally finished, jungwon noticed how you have been laughing and just sitting there the whole time

so he took the mic and pointed at you

that little shit

sunoo had already queued asap by stayc for him to sing, but jungwon insisted that you sing it since you should at least sing one song

“but that’s my song!” - sunoo

“sunoo you can do the choreo while y/n sings” - jungwon

sunoo nods, also wanting to hear you sing

(ps he wanted to do the choreo lol)

you refused and kept shaking your head until your crush, sunghoon, placed his hand on your shoulder, making your heart do backflips

“cmonnnn y/n, please?” he pouted at you

finally giving in, you stand up and grab the mic from jungwon

starting the song, your body was stiff

but once you reached the chorus, you and sunoo were doing the choreo while you sang with a big smile on your face

not you being a whole kpop idol whoop

sunghoon couldn’t help but look at you and smile to himself and blush - you looked so cute and your voice was so addicting

you even lipsynced the “i think you’re really cool” part (the one before the chorus) while winking at him

the song really brought out your inner confidence as you made sunghoon a flustered mess

once you were all finished and went home, riki showed you a video he took of sunghoon when you were singing

“dude i swear he’s super into you! look at him smiling ear-to-ear!!! he looks like he just saw an angel”

“oh shut up riki”

you mentally thanked jungwon for setting you up like that

★ sunoo

“can you sing me to sleep please?” you asked sunoo asked with puppy eyes

he poked your cheeks, nodding

“you’re so cute. of course i’ll sing you to sleep baby”

getting in bed with him, he started playing with your hair and caressing your shoulder

he softly sang love is not over by bts

what took him by surprise was that you suddenly joined in, harmonizing with him

he knew you liked music but wasn’t aware that you had such an amazing voice

he held your hand as you both finished singing the song, giggling

“baby you have the sweetest voice ever, you should sing more often” he playfully pouted

you softly laughed as you moved his bangs out frame, kissing his forehead

“i’ll only sing for you darling, i don’t want others to fall for me”

he playfully hit you as you laughed at your own joke

facing you, he looked into your eyes

“i love you so much.”

you blushed at his words

“i love you even more sunoo.”

★ jungwon

your group and enhypen were appearing on weekly idol together

your members kept on teasing you because you had previously revealed that jungwon was your ideal type on knowing bros

what you said garnered a lot of attention from knetz and engenes, some negative but most of them positive

“they would make an adorable couple”

“i wanna see them sing together”

“their visuals together would shake the whole country”

you were glad engenes didn’t hate your guys for being open about your admiration towards the boy

you being nervous was an understatement - this was your first time seeing jungwon in real life

and you expected the hosts to bring up what you said about him so you were prepared to face him directly

pls this sounds like ur about to have a boxing match w him

anyways filming started out okay until the hosts (ofc) brought up what you said

a few laughs here and there but suddenly they had an idea

“so you’re the main vocal, correct?”

you nodded at one of the hosts

“that’s perfect because it’s time for our karaoke session!”

you ended up getting paired up with jungwon to sing just one day by bts

you made eye contact the whole time and it didn’t take a genius to see the instant chemistry

your voices went so well with each other that even you and his members were shocked at how heavenly you both sounded together

you were both smiling and you could just melt right then and there

once you were done, you covered your face with your hands as you were a blushing mess

your members and enhypen clapped and one of the hosts went “you guys should sing an ost together”

you both got super shy and the rest of filming went well

a month passed and the episode aired

engenes and your fans went insane on sns and knetz were demanding a collab

it wasn’t anything serious until your ceo brought you in in a meeting with hybe executives and he popped up the question

“how would you like to feature in enhypen’s newest album?”

★ riki

your classmates were cleaning the classroom as it was the last week of the whole school year

you were sweeping the floor, humming the song that was silently playing in the background as the room was filled with chatter

riki was removing the decorations on the walls, listening to your soft hums

the songs that were being played were fairly calm

until a more energetic song suddenly played

your classmates suddenly became all energetic when i can’t stop me by twice started playing

you smiled, singing along

you were just playing around but you didn’t realize that you just hit nayeon’s high notes

“woah! y/n??? you’re really good”

you saw that riki was listening the whole time (and so was the rest of the class lol) and you got shy

you shook your head and stopped singing

“no keep going!” - a classmate

you gave in and went on with the song and riki gave you a “you’re so awesome” look

once the song was over, your classmates started playing even more hype song

a guy went “lets do karaoke!”

a girl chimed in “y/n has to go first!”

riki softly laughed and nudged you to go sing

you used the broom in your hand as a fake mic and mic stand as you sang blue hour by txt

he filmed you, zooming in on your smiling face

he was sure going to cherish that video forever

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shxllxfx · 3 years

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Flirtatious || David “Deacon” Kay

David "Deacon" Kay x Street!Reader, Jim Street x Sister!Reader

Summary: Jim's little sister visits and turns the life of a special Sergeant upside down.

Warnings: English is not my mothertounge. GIF isn’t mine, credit to owner.

A/N: I hope you all like this, let me know what you think. Love you all lots 💋

Words: 2097

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For Deacon it was a normal day. At least what he could call normal since Annie left him. They tried as good as possible to make everything as easy as they could for the kids and they were as understanding as children could be. He stayed at the house with the kids while Annie went to her sister, who lived just down the street. It was Annie's wish. So in the morning, Deacon got up and ready, made breakfast and got the kids up for school. Annie would pick them up after. That was their routine since almost a year now. Once he got to work everything was as usual and normal as his day at work could be. Until she arrived.

With your travel bag over your shoulder and your favorite hot drink in your hand you slowly left the airport and headed towards the cabs. You missed LA. The burning heat in summer, the beach, and the waves and maybe even your younger brother. But if there was one thing about LA you didn’t miss it was traffic. You sighed when the driver had to stop yet again. "The traffic, huh?" He sighed. "Gonna be the death of me one day." You gave him a soft smile and nodded. "Well I surely didn't miss it." He laughed. Whole heartedly laughed. A big grin grew on your face. He was mid-fifties, no hair on his head but a full grayish beard in his face. "Vacation was that good?" You shook your head slightly as he stopped the car in front of the big compound. "No vacation. Lived out of city for some time but I'm coming back now." You paid him and gave him a soft smile with a quick thank you before leaving the cab and heading towards the entrance.

You knew these people were thorough but having to go through a complete body and back check that was worse than the one on the airport was something you didn’t expect. Another thing you didn’t expect was being escorted to your younger brother by some big muscular looking dude. "Sorry to interrupt Lieutenant, Commander. Street you've got a visitor." The guy stepped aside and gave you a chance to investigate the big room where some people were standing around a big table. "Y/N/N? No way!" Jim sprinted towards you and you opened your arms wide for him to hug you tight. He kissed the side of your head while picking you up slightly. "God I've missed you! You didn’t tell me you were back!" You chuckled when he let you down and gave him a big grin. "Well, surprise?" You shrugged before looking at his colleagues, all staring at the pair of you. "If you are busy now, I can come back later. Just wanted to see my little brother first thing." He rolled his eyes at you but then turned his head to the lieutenant, who gave him a nod. "It's alright. You wanna meet the team?" Now your heartbeat increased a bit. Meeting new people always made you nervous. You gave him a nod and dried your hands from the little film of sweat forming on it.

"So that's Lieutenant Lynch and Commander Hicks, my bosses. Sergeant Daniel Harrelson or Hondo, as we call him. Officers Dominic Luca, Chris Alonso, and Victor Tan. And lastly Sergeant David, or Deacon, Kay." You gave every single one of them a small smile while being introduced. Jim had his hand reassuringly on your back in between your shoulder blades. "It's nice to finally get to know the lot of you. Jim talks about you nonstop. I'm Y/N." The girl in the group, Chris, gave you a comforting smile. "Street talks about you all the time, too. He said you studied medicine?" You looked at Jim and raised an eyebrow. "Street, huh?" He just scoffed. "Yeah, I finished 4 weeks ago, now I'm just waiting to start practicing." Jim removed his hand from your back and gave your shoulder a short squeeze. The other Sergeant, Deacon had his arms crossed before his chest and gave you a soft smile when you locked eyes. "I'm sure you'll get a job soon." His voice made you shiver a bit, like an electroshock. "Thank you." You smiled softly and looked down. You needed to break the eye contact, otherwise you would have melted right away.

It had been some time since you came back and you and Jim had been spending more time together than ever. He had allowed you to stay with him and Luca at the house till you found a place for yourself and till you got a job. Since they were close as a team, they often spend time with each other, so obviously Jim dragged you along. You stepped out of the hospital your application file clutched to your chest as a big smile grew on your face. You tried to control the outburst of happiness that grew in your chest but failed miserably as you let out a little laugh. You had to talk to Jim. You needed to tell him. Since you were a little child and Jimmy and you had been sitting up all night, in the foster care bedroom, talking about your dreams and plans. His had been the police, the swat and your dream had always been working in a hospital. You got into your car an old Toyota you bought and drove to the swat compound. By now they all knew you but that didn’t stop the body and purse check by the entrance. As always, an officer escorted you to your younger brothers’ team. "Y/N" Hondo greeted you and gave you a brief hug. Deacon looked up from the computer he was working at and gave you a big smile. "Street isn't here and I have somewhere to be but I'm sure Deacon will keep you company till Street is back." With that he left and you turned around, your body still bubbling with happiness. You sat down on one of the chairs, not wanting to disturb Deacon who seemed to be working on something but your body was filled with so much energy that you got up right away. Deacon looked at you and stopped what he was doing. "What's got you all excited?" He asked and gave you a warm smile. A smile that could literally melt anyone. "Okay I really wanted to wait until Jim is back but I really need to tell someone." You took two energetic steps towards him, hands shaking from all the happiness. "The hospital I applied with gave me the job." You blurted out, stumbling over your words. Even if Deacon didn’t know the long backstory of you wanting to help people, be there for them at their worst and be there for them to get better, he could feel the importance of your statement. "Congratulations. That's awesome, Y/N." He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in for a hug, which you happily accepted. "Thank you. I've been working so hard for this; you don’t even know." You whispered and let go of him. You were still shaking and your cheeks started to hurt from smiling so wide. You whipped over your face and as you lowered your hands you took yours in his. They were warm and rough, sending small electroshocks through your whole body. "You are shaking." He stated, applying a little pressure on your palms, trying to calm you. "I'm just so excited and happy about it. It's... I've always dreamt of this." You heard footsteps behind you and when you turned around Jim walked in. You slowly slipped your hands out of his, the warmth leaving you. "Jimmy!" You hugged him tightly and your happiness and excitement started to bubble up again, pushing aside the weird feeling the situation with Deacon gave you. Right now, the only important thing was telling Jim about your day.

You were currently siting on the sofa while Jim and Luca were playing a game. Hondo was leaning against the counter sitting on his beer while talking to Chis and Tan. They were fun to be around and great to talk to. "Got you another one since yours was empty." Deacon handed you another bottle and plopped himself down on the sofa next to you. "Thank you" you grinned while pulling your legs to your chest. Since the situation a couple of days ago you and Deacon haven’t spoken to each other but even right now only hearing his voice felt like pure electricity in your veins. A weird feeling you had never felt. "You are so quiet today, everything okay?" He nudged your side with his elbow and you looked up at him. With a small nod and smile you put the bottle to your lips. "I think..." your little brother slurred, putting an arm over Lucas shoulder who just won again, "I think that we should take a picture. To remember this glorious day and Luca winning against me." A small laughter escaped your lips when you jumped up, always ready to keep memories as a picture. You reached out to Deacon, waiting for him to take your hand while the others already formed to a small bundle. Chris put up her phone with timer and when Deacon grabbed your hand and let you pull him up, Chris pushed the button, only leaving enough time for you and Deacon to stumble into the picture. It was only after the flash went off and the picture was taken that you realized the hand on your hip and the other one still in your hand. While the others fussed about seeing the picture you just stood there for a second before Deacon quickly pulled away both hands, winking at you when he left you all flustered. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol in your veins or the simple fact that the warmth you had from having him next to you was gone, but something inside you screamed for his presence.

It was getting late, Hondo and Chris already left and you were just bringing Tan outside to his cab while Luca, Jim and Deacon were having a conversation about being in the swat. "It was really nice; we have to do that again sometime." Tan laughed while getting in the cab. You gave him a small smile and wave when the cab left. The fresh night air was soft and nice against your skin. The sky was full of stars. You sat down on the bench in the garden, taking a deep breath in, eyes closed. "Here you are" Deacon walked toward you, hands in pockets. He had a small smile playing on his lips. You simply had to smile back. "It’s so pretty out here" You stated, smiling up at the sky. "Yeah it is." He said. When you looked at him, he was looking at you. You felt something warm around your heart. For a brief second you held his eye contact, before looking at your hands. "Well that was cheesy." You muttered and he chuckled quietly. "But true." He was whispering so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him. For a moment everything was quiet. He softly grabbed your hand. "You should go back inside. I just got a cab and Street and Luca are going to sleep soon." You let him pull you up, till you were standing so close you could feel his body heat and you could swear that if you would have breathed just a bit quieter you would have actually been able to hear his heart beat. “Spending time with you guys has really been awesome. I understand why Jim loves you all so much.” With a smile on his lips he hummed. He was still holding your hand in his but you didn’t bother to take it away. It felt good. Familiar. Deacon stopped right in front of the door. With a questioning look you stopped as well, your eyes on him as you waited for an explanation for his stop. With a soft smile he stared back at you. “Maybe we could spend some time together. Just the two of us?” You were confused and raised an eyebrow. “I am asking you to go on a date with me, Y/N. If you want to?” The confused look on your face changed to a soft smile which turned to a grin. The warm feeling in your stomach grew. “Yes, Deacon. Id like that very much.”

#swat imagine #deacon kay #david deacon kay #dominic luca #deacon kay x reader #daniel hondo harrelson #hondo harrelson x reader #dominique luca

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ricstappen · 2 years

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and what is the story, huh... give the people what they want...

danni pls let me live 😅😅😅

but ok… this is in response to this post

please keep in mind I am not american and all my knowledge of how college works is 100% from teen movies.

uhhh I guess cw: for age gap maybe?

it’s the (idealised) 80’s. daniel is the frat president at some mid-rate college. he’s loud, wears terrible shirts and has a curly faux hawk mullet.

it’s rush week and daniel and michael are playing beer pong when daniel spots this guy in the other room, hanging out alone. he’s clutching his red cup like it’s a lifeline and he keeps sneaking looks at the crowd in between staring at his drink like it holds all the worlds secrets. thick dark blonde hair and pouty lips is all daniel can pick up on from here. michael hip checks him and tells him he’s up and daniel takes his shot, his eyes constantly flicking to the guy to make sure he doesn’t lose track of him.

by the time they’ve won the game, the guy is still there and daniel drains the rest of his beer. michael rolls his eyes and daniel can hear him call out for blake. daniel doesn’t care, he walks over to this guy - if he puts a little more swagger into his step that’s between him and the god he doesn’t believe in. runs a hand over the shorn side of his hair and fluffs his curls a little, shaking them out.

he introduces himself, the guy looks up at him, eyes blue eyes wide as saucers before he visibly swallows and gets himself under control. smiles up at daniel with big plush lips daniel is definitely picturing wrapped around his dick. his name is max, he tells him. says yes when daniel asks if he’s rushing. young, then.

daniel puts on his best moves and a few hours later he has max on his knees in front of him, his wide blue eyes shining with wetness and those lips wrapped tightly around daniel’s dick. the light is dim but daniel can see the way max’s pupils are blown out, and daniel knows he’s mirroring them. one hand is wrapped around his warm beer, the other is fisted in max’s thick hair - but max doesn’t need the encouragement. his skills are unmatched and daniel tries his hardest to hang on. show his stamina.

when max is done, he tucks daniel away and blushes and shakes his head when daniel half-heartedly offers to return the favour. daniel shrugs and swigs the dregs of his beer, grimacing at the warm liquid sliding down his throat. he remembers that max didn’t make a face when… daniel cuts his train of thought off. max grins at him, whispers a thank you, and ducks out of the room. daniel calls after him to wait but max is gone, leaving behind the smell of cheap cologne and sex. daniel doesn’t see him again that night.

daniel doesn’t see him again until the next party. he didn’t imagine him - he’s real and tangible and laughing at one of daniel’s stupid jokes. daniel notices his eyes crinkling up in the corners and wants to keep making him laugh. daniel’s not drinking tonight - he wants to be sober. he had a few puffs of a joint before he spotted max, but has been on the soda’s since. max is drinking steadily, his cheeks going pinker and pinker before daniel cuts him off when he stumbles over his own feet going outside to get some fresh air.

he likes max, and it’s been a while, and he kind of wants to do this right (as much as he wants max’s talented mouth to suck his dick again). he offers to drive max home - asks where he lives. he sees max freeze.

max tries to convince daniel to let him stay. says he’ll let daniel fuck him and everything! please! he doesn’t want to go home. daniel shakes his head and tells him not tonight. it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done. here max is offering himself up like a present, but daniel is going to be a gentlemen. says he’s taking max back to his dorm, where on campus does he live?

it takes an age for max to answer. daniel watches his stubby nails pick at the label on the beer bottle he’s gripping, mumbles that he lives off campus. he rattles off an address not too far from the campus and daniel helps him to his car - pours max into the passenger seat, reaching for the belt. max snaps that he’s got it and daniel holds his hands up in surrender.

the whole drive daniel singing along to the radio under his breath, watching max in the passenger seat out of the corner of his eye. his fingers are clenching and he’s fidgeting. he looks uncomfortable and the further they drive away from the party the more daniel dan see max withdrawing into himself. when daniel pulls up in front of a dark one story house, max’s shoulders are pulled up around his ears. he looks small and vulnerable and there’s no sign left of the loud, open, wide eyed giggly boy he saw at the party.

daniel knows it’s not uncommon for people to live off campus, but this doesn’t look like a sharehouse full of freshman. something twigs in daniel’s brain and he runs over some things max said earlier in the evening - comments about his classes, and his dad, and his past birthday party. with how uncomfortable max looks now, daniel opens his mouth before he can take it back -

asks max how old he is.

max’s hand freezes on the door handle and he’s staring straight ahead through the windshield - jaw clenched. daniel’s stomach is already sinking because this doesn’t look great.

‘who lives here?’ he prompts gently, changing track.

‘me and my dad,’ max replies but daniel barely sees his lips move even with the way his eyes are boring holes into the side of max’s face.

‘you’re not a freshman are you?’ he asks. his hands are gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. he needs to feel something solid because his brain feels like it’s being dunked by waves.

max shakes his head imperceptibly.

‘max, how old are you?’ daniel asks again but he isn’t entirely sure he wants to hear the answer.

‘seventeen.’

daniel let’s out the breath he didn’t realise he was holding.

‘go home max’

daniel can’t…. the things he thought about max… the things he let max do…

he feels sick.

‘it’s legal,’ max offers up quietly. daniel stays silent. ‘please don’t…’ max starts, ‘please.’ it’s clear max doesn’t he doesn’t know what he’s asking for but it’s tugging at something inside of daniel anyway, like a loose thread on an ill fitting sweater.

‘I cant…’ daniel runs one hand through his curls, tugging roughly - the pinpricks of pain across his scalp him bring him back to the moment. ‘I need you to go.’

max hiccups a sob. daniel can see his eyes shining under the lone streetlight illuminating the inside of the car. he looks away stares at a tortoiseshell cat slinking it’s way across the fence instead.

‘okay well, thanks, I guess. and um, sorry. I didn’t mean… yeah’ max mumbles, pulling the door handle.

he’s halfway out the car when daniel stops him. doesn’t know what comes over him. why he says it.

“I’ll call you. I mean, I think we need to talk but not tonight.”

max nods his head vigorously, eyes still shining and daniel wants to kick himself for the obvious hope blooming on max’s face.

he doesn’t take it back.

“ok. but ring once and hang up and then ring back. my dad…” max flushes bright red, embarassed. daniel has picked up enough from max’s loose lips that his home life is a long way from what daniels used to.

“got it” daniel says, shooting a half grin at max but it feels weak and watery. his knuckles are still gripped over the wheel.

‘goodnight max’ he prompts, turning the ignition on.

‘gnight daniel,’ max says, shutting the car door with a thud. daniel doesn’t know how permanent he wants that action to be. a part of him hopes not at all.

anyway they start hanging out more often and max comes around on weekends, the guys in the house really like him and he gets along well with everyone. daniel can’t help his grin when max starts to come out of his shell more and more. when max notices that no one seems to care daniel is gay, he starts touching daniel a little in the safety of the house. as soon as they’re away from the boys max is all over him though and daniel is trying to go slow but it’s hard when max is down for everything all the time. daniel has to be the mature one for once. he doesn’t want to push max into things max thinks he’s ready for.

one weeknight daniel decides to surprise max, drives to his house and parks a street away - sneaks through max’s window. max sees him and his eyes go wide, but not from happiness like he thought - daniel can see the fear in them. max tells him he needs to go. he’s not joking daniel, leave. daniel pouts a bit, he came over to surprise max and be cool and romantic (also because he was a bit horny) and now max is kicking him out. daniel looks at him through the closed window before max shuts the curtains in his face.

the next night they go to get burgers. max explains it all over dinner in a rush. daniel has to prod and prompt at first but once the floodgates open it all comes out. his dad - how he moved max away from his mom and sister so he could go to the school with the best swim team, he doesn’t know about max. his school - he only has his best friend lando but the other kids think he’s boring so they ignore him, he feels lonely a lot. his bullies. daniel feels the anger flaring inside of him like a white hot flash when max dully recites the things they say and do to him.

he tells daniel about the guy on the swim team who was also gay - they used to practice kissing and blowjobs on each other until the other guys dad found out and pulled him out of school. max felt a lot lonelier after that.

daniel is listening the whole time trying to wrap his head around max’s life. daniel’s has been pretty cruisey in comparison, his mom and dad are still together, they’re well off money wise, and they love him regardless of who he chooses to love. daniel feels warm and soft that max trusts him enough to share.

max apologises for all his problems sounding so high school. daniel rubs over the back of max’s knuckles with his thumb, leaving a shine of burger grease across them. max’s hand twitches like he’s going to pull it away, but daniel watches max’s face steel itself. leaves it there. daniel loves him a lot.

it’s another saturday night and the boys in the house are smoking up. max isnt, so daniel isn’t either. they volunteer for the snack run when charles starts complaining about being starving. they drive to the next town over. max is puzzled by it but doesn’t say anything. he hoards the moments he gets to spend with daniel like they’re precious gems and he’s a dragon - puffing out billows of warning smoke anytime someone gets near.

daniel gets a cart and they start going down the aisles. the whole place is empty and the harsh cool fluoro lights make everything look sickly and washed out.

except for daniel. max thinks he can see the glow around him like an aura instead.

daniel is scooping things into the cart and max is being the responsible adult tonight, putting stuff back that he knows the boys won’t eat

daniel just laughs. says ‘ok dad.’

a terrible pop song comes over the tinny overhead speakers and daniel perks up. he grabs a roll of oreos off the shelf and starts singing into it like it’s a microphone - serenading max.

daniel is… how can he… they’re in *public*….. what if people *see*?

daniel tells him to loosen up.

‘there’s no one here, maxy. look around.’

daniel holds the oreo tube out to max for the next line of the song. max rolls his eyes and starts pushing the cart daniel abandoned.

max doesn’t know how daniel does it. how daniel is so willing to make himself look stupid just to make other people laugh. how can he just be like this like? he’s dancing down the aisle, shimmying his shoulders and playing an air keyboard. he looks ridiculous.

max is so in love with him.

‘come on max, one line, please?’ daniel asks, throwing the puppy eyes in full force. max feels powerless. he mumbles the next line into the makeshift mic, thankful it’s a song he actually knows the words to.

‘nuh uh, we need some performance value. full send, remember?’ daniel prompts. max steels himself. full send. the next line comes up - he shouts it. his face feels hot and flushed, he can feel every hair follicle tingling.

daniel’s smile is electric. brighter than the god awful fluoros. max can’t help but grin back , mirroring him. he feels the rush that daniel must feel when he does dumb shit like singing in an empty grocery store at one in the morning.

the song ends, with daniel taking a bow and calling out he’ll be here all week. max rolls his eyes and dumps some bags of chips into the cart to look busy and like he’s not been staring at daniel for the last 3 minutes.

‘I’m proud of you’ daniel smiles, squeezing an arm around max’s shoulders and giving him a quick kiss to his temple before pulling away. max knows he’ll be bathing in this warm feeling for a while. bottle it up and take it back to his house with him and uncork it in bits and pieces - little sips to get him through until next time.

on his eighteenth birthday max comes to the house with lando in tow. they spend the weekend there and daniel watches him interact with lando and his friends and falls in love with him a little more. they sing him happy birthday and max falls asleep cuddled across daniel’s chest.

one time max shyly invites daniel to one of his swim meets. daniel enthusiastically agrees, he wants to see max in action. see those broad shoulders and chest sluice through the water. daniel wills his dick to go down.

he turns up to the meet with some of the boys in tow. they’ve made homemade signs and daniel unearthed a vuvuzela from somewhere under the stairs. max flushes a deep red when he sees who came out to support him. daniel tries not to think about what max told him months before about how hard school has been for him - max deserves all the cheerleaders in the world. lando sidles up to him and asks if daniel will buy them beer. daniel laughs and says no. nice try though.

max wins, and the boys crowd around him. fist bumping and high fiving him. max looks overwhelmed but happier than ever. daniel reaches in for a quick bro hug, but the tightness in which he holds max belies the casualness of it. he wants to push max onto the bleachers and suck his dick right there so he hurries max along to get dressed to drag him back to the house. it’s a good night for them both.

daniel teaches max to drive. he picks it up gracefully and daniel has to tell him to slow down or he’ll make max pay for any speeding tickets he gets. teaching lando does not go as well. he’s awful at it and daniel spends more time howling in the passenger seat when lando gets pouty and tetchy. max tells daniel to shut up from the back seat and encourages lando to try again.

when max graduates, daniel brings the lads. he knows jos can’t make it, max had told him tight lipped over dinner that he had a work thing scheduled. daniel didn’t say out loud what he thought of that. they’re being rowdy in the back row but it’s worth it for the way max is trying to look serious and not openly grin as he walks across the stage to collect his diploma. daniel feels his chest inflate with a million helium balloons when max catches his eye and winks.

when the ceremony is done, max comes over to them. everyone is jostling to hug him and ruffle his hair and daniel doesn’t know where he stores all the love for his friends - accepting max and loving him and being everything he could ask for in brothers. daniel goes for a side hug when he sees max flying at him instead. he catches max around the waist when he jumps and feels max frame his face between his huge hands. daniel’s heart is thumping irregularly, waiting for max to make the next move. daniel can see when max makes a decision - sees the steely resolve in his blue eyes, before he closes them and presses his lips firmly against daniels. the boys whoop again.

after graduation, they move interstate. max gets a scholarship to a college with a swim program that will fast track him to the olympics.

max doesn’t come out to his dad until after he wins gold. daniel watches him on the podium, his heart thumping wildly as max presses the medal between his lips, his teeth. daniel knows he’ll fuck him with just the medal on later.

when the ceremony ends he watches max jog closer. he jumps into daniels arms and kisses him - a replay of graduation. daniel still feels the same breathless wonder every time he gets to do this.

there are cameras trained on them and the media goes crazy. it’s the early 90s and although there are gay celebrities, it’s still not that common and not that socially acceptable. daniel knows max doesn’t care about the sponsorships or the money - daniel is loaded and they don’t need it. he knows max would much rather not hide daniel anymore. daniel couldn’t love him more.

they cant adopt or foster, but they do a lot of work with kids in queer spaces, especially in sports. they’re doing what they can and max wants to be a good role model. one that he never had when growing up.

until he met daniel.

#um anyway this got out of control fast #if you know me in real life no you don’t #it’s set in the 80s because im in a stranger things mood #also because I don’t want them to have mobile phones

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things the netflix shadow and bone got right and wrong—my reaction to the show (🚨 contains spoilers, pls read at your own risk!!)

- to start on a positive note! the shadow and bone characters: i, like many others, didn’t care too much for shadow and bone with the exception of nikolai and am also half convinced a different person wrote soc judging by how little i enjoyed reading s&b compared to soc and crooked kingdom. however, i thought the show was enjoyable and got the characters spot on. alina was more likable, mal was not bland/douchey at all, and i thought ben barnes as the darkling hit every right note.

- highlights included genya and david; though they didn’t have too much screen time, genya was stunning and david was almost exactly how i imagined him when reading the books. i’ve grown attached to them, and yes, i’m pretending row chapter 20 doesn’t exist :-)

- cgi and costuming was also super impressive. loved the keftas, loved the crows’ outfits, and the stag, the fold, and all the grisha powers were really, really good.

- moving on to the crows, i will say i thought casting was some of the best i’ve ever seen throughout all ya adaptations, although i know there are some things that could have been improved, including the fact that danielle galligan, who plays nina, isn’t plus size (no hate to the actress, pls). however, all the reviews i read praised kit young and i could see very obviously why. his jesper was spot on—exactly as i had imagined in the books. i’m willing to bet kruge on the fact that he falls within everyone’s top 5 characters. loved his character in the books, and kit was perfect for him.

- amita was also a stunning inej. her knife/acrobatic skills were all there like i imagined and i thought she portrayed the character very well on screen. i was so invested in her menagerie backstory when reading so i was happy to see some of that get into the show as well.

- ok, now my thing about kaz: freddy carter’s performance was perfectly good! i had no issues with his acting, but i think the show, meaning the producers/writers, haven’t fully understood kaz. don’t get me wrong, the introductory scene with all the crows in ep 1 was fabulous. jesper shooting the coin, kaz’s cane being on screen first, inej’s silent appearance. i really enjoyed the grittiness of kaz, the way his bare hands weren’t shown once, his hair, his cane, how he sweat, etc. however, i thought they overdid it with the pekka rollins backstory, which i think could have been saved for later seasons, and i wanted non-readers to be introduced to a more brutal, calculating, brooding, and genius kaz. i know he isn’t like that all times, but i felt like he was kind of on the defensive(?) very often, raised his voice when it wasn’t needed, etc. i wanted more of his smart, scheming moments like when he double crosses the conductor. not sure how to explain it, but his character felt a bit off at times. maybe i’ve read the books too many times to the point where i’ve kinda made him in my head very specifically.

- nina and matthias: loved danielle and calahan’s performance, i know some disagree but i think the actors were also pretty spot on to how i imagined in the books. their lines most alike to the books as well so i loved hearing the quotes. i did feel that their relationship moved too quickly, though. i definitely feel like matthias would have taken up a bit more time than that to warm up and i know how it goes in the books, but on screen it felt really sped up to the point where i was like already?? i feel like with how much they put into the very little screen time they had, this could’ve been saved for flashbacks in season 2.

- the combination of the two series did worry me but it was pretty smooth! i liked where the crows went, how they kinda came together in the end, but i’m also glad that they’re separating after all. i’m so invested in seeing the soc and crooked kingdom storyline come to life exactly how it is in the books so i don’t want any more interference lol. i am worried about how the timeline is gonna work in season 2 because obviously the civil war has not ended, but i really liked how the last episode set us up for season 2. (also a random note, but the show was very dark lol i had my brightness up all the way the entire time)

- HIGHLIGHTS: milo the goat (mvp of the show), jesper tumbling the stable boy, all of jesper’s lines, really, the darkling’s office/room setting, genya and david’s one (1) singular scene together, the darkling’s kefta, the child actors portraying alina and mal, the way the stag’s bones connected alina to the darkling (super grotesque, but a good portrayal of her becoming his prisoner), the CUT omg, that one scene when jesper pretends he didn’t shoot on dime lions territory, the scene where the fjerdans attack alina in the forest, kaz avoiding the cut, kaz saving jesper from the cut, inej’s knife battle with the heartrender, kaz stepping in front of inej to face the volcra, FEDYOR AND IVAN omg, kaz’s “jes?”, queen baghra, the darkling coming out of the fold at the end with his monsters that are impossible to spell, and more i can’t remember after binging the show until 3AM.

- in conclusion, it lived up the excitement for sure, and i’m ready for season 2!! especially with the way the last episode ended. i’m very eager to see my faves, nikolai and wylan, and cannot wait to watch where the grishaverse takes us next.

do you agree or disagree with my thoughts? i want to hear everyone’s opinions!! feel free to drop comments below :))

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f1-disaster-bi · 2 years

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How about some angst for dando brothers/Mindo dating? Like someone, maybe George or whoever, sees Michael with someone else and assumes he’s cheating on Lando (which he obviously isn’t) and George tells Daniel who’s just raging mad and comes at Michael. But Michael is like I would never, I love Lando etc and Daniel reluctantly believes him, also Michael just admitted he loves Lando. And Daniel just goes „just pls don’t break his heart“.

Later, Michael tells Lando he loves him 🥰

Lakdid angst returns!

George being out to grab food or a coffee in the run up to a GP and being really confused when he sees Michael at some little restaurant with a man he doesn't recognise who keeps touching his hand and Michael is smiling and laughing.

Not wanting to jump to conclusions and shoving down his own 'destroy Michael for cheating' feelings, George decides to snap a pic and when he runs into Daniel later he asks him cause hey maybe it's a cousin or a friend that came with them or lived here but Daniel just goes quiet.

Scarily quiet and responds 'that's not one of his family, and he knows no one in this country outside the paddock' and is gone before George gets another word in

Him finding Michael in his drivers room and when Michaem turns to greet him, just grabbing the collar of his shirt and absolutely loosing it 'because how fucking dare you run around with someone else behind Landos back', and Michael is baffled and trying to figure out why the fucm Dan looks like he's gonna put him in the ground.

Daniel shoving his phone, cause he made Geirge send him the picture, in his face and asking for 'if it was worth it', 'did you plan this?', 'was it funny to you o play with my brothers feelings?'

And Michael just laughing before being silenced by a death glare and explaining that the guy is a new trainer that one of the others ask Michael to show around and he was just thanking Michael for introducing him to the paddock and that he would never hurt lando because he loves him.

And they both just freeze because Michael's never said that out loud before and Dan is staring at him like 'you love him' and Michael is just like 'yeah yeah I do' and Daniel is hugging him

Lando walks in and is like 'hey, I know he's your bestie but he's my boyfriend pls don't steal him', and Michael and Dan share a look because they both know Michael could never be stolen from Lando

#mindo #brothers au #dando as brothers #Michael/lando

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sunnyjenolvr · 2 years

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about me!

call me vivi :)

pronouns: she/her

// rising virgo // sun sag // gemini moon //

disclaimer: i am not a full time fic writer therefore my requests are never open nor will i update on a regular schedule.

i will update when i have written a piece. i write for fun and i am using this platform to share my works that are always open for feedback! hope you can understand :]

what you will find here: mostly fluff! i’m a big hopeless romantic who likes to see the world in rose colored glasses. sometimes there will be angst but under no circumstances will i ever write smut -- it is not something that i am comfortable with writing.

who i write for: all three units of nct!

i write mostly short fics! they can be anywhere from 200 words to 2,000 words but never will you find any 10k fics unless i make some special exception (i must need really big inspo for that haha)

kpop groups that you stan?

nct! i ult all 3 units and currently spending my time basking myself in their content, i have way too much knowledge about them

stray kids! i used to ult them but not as much anymore. still carry much info about them in my brain, feel free to talk to me about them anytime!

tomorrow x together! i have general knowledge of the members and enjoy their music! pls talk to me more about them, i would love to learn more :)

favorite artists

daniel caesar, frank ocean, keshi, niki, doja cat, coin, joji, brockhampton, amine, sik-k, dean, crush and bibi

nct biases!

nct 127: johnny suh [aka my ult this is my best friend]

wayv: liu yangyang [10/10 would let him introduce me to every single one of his fish]

nct dream: lee jeno [will never go on a bike ride with him but always down to foster kittens with him]

favorite album?

nct 127′s neo zone (basic ikk) but wow every single track on that album absolutely ate

top 5 nct songs

back 2 u - nct 127

round&round - nct u

love again - nct dream

moonwalk - wayv

jet lag - nct 127

favorite perfumes?

le labo’s santal 33

jo malone’s wood sage and sea salt

marc jacobs’s daisy dream

as always: my inbox is always open for feedback as well as general convos ! i would love to interact with people on here :)

i hope you enjoy my writings!

with love,

vivi

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