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chicken-fifi · 8 months

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Late Night Arguments | Kyuhyun (SuJu)

Pairing: Cho Kyuhyun x Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: aug is my bday month hehe 👉🏻👈🏻 can i request kyuhyun imagine where he waited outside female reader apartment for their drinking/movie night but she forgot? she was late bcs of turning down her interested male colleague (kyu didnt know this and got jealous, they argued a bit) and she called him a dumbwit when he was being frustrated (bcs she he liked her too). she couldn't confess as she knew how busy he was & dint want to be a burden. happy fluff ending (they got tgt) pls ❤

Genre: angst to fluff

Word Count: 1,110 words

A/n: happy (belated or early) birthday anon! i hope you spent or spend it doing everything your heart desires and with people who make you feel happy and loved! and as we say in mexico (at least the part my parents are from) y que cumplas muchos mas! (and we hope you have many more!)

Kyuhyun rang the doorbell to your apartment, again, taking a step back as he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. He wasn’t quite sure why he was nervous or getting clammy as the little drinking “party” accompanied with a movie was something the two of you often did at the end of every week. He’d hosted last week and it was your turn. It was also well past the agreed upon time that he should show up at.

Yes, he’d been a bit late leaving the dorm…and then he got stuck in traffic, but you should’ve been home by now. Yet your car wasn’t in its usual spot in the parking lot, nor was it in any other parking spot - not that he’d checked.

Had you gotten tired of waiting and just gone out to the local bar? Had you completely forgotten and just called it night after yet another tiring week at the office? Had you forgotten and decided to go to the bar?

Kyuhyun kept looking at the windows of your building not seeing a single light on. The prospect of you having forgotten and going out to a local bar began seeing more and more like the most probable answer as to why you weren’t there. Heck it even explained why you hadn’t been picking up your phone at all - sending him straight to voicemail. The longer he stood there and thought about it, the more he began getting uneasy and dare he say jealous. The thought of some random bloke hitting on you at the bar made his skin crawl, jealousy boiling in the pit of his stomach. God, he hoped that wasn’t the case.

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You smiled awkwardly at your coworker who was chatting you up as you inched your way to the floor entrance wanting to get out there as soon as possible. Everyone had already been forced to stay overtime after a rather large setback just before noon and people were just now starting to leave. Except you of course because someone wasn’t getting the message that you weren’t interested.

“Look….Justin,” you began.

“I’m James,” he corrected.

“Right, James. I’m not interested in you, nor am I interested in being in an office romance novel. You’re a great guy I’m sure, but not for me. I have to go, before I’m even more late than I already am.”

You didn’t stay to watch as his face fell, because you were already rushing out the door not even bothering to use the elevator - seeing how many people were waiting for it - and instead running down the stairs. Running to your parked car, you hop in and hightailed it out of there in record time, checking your wrist watch every few minutes and cursing to yourself about being so late for the movie night with Kyuhyun. Your phone had died a few hours ago, never getting a chance to plug it into a charger between running around getting files organized and attempting to print out the reports needed for the meeting the very next day.

The one thing that seemed to be going in your favor at the moment was the light traffic - as it was way past rush hour. But that only worried you more. If Kyuhyun was still waiting at your apartment complex, he must be tired and probably cold from sitting outside for hours. That is if he hadn’t left already. You were really hoping he hadn’t. But you were late, therefore you wouldn’t blame him if he had, even if it did break your heart.

Alas, as you pulled into the complex you spotted his car parked in front of your apartment, him sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, phone in hand pressed to his face. He spotted your car and stood up, dusting off his jeans as you pulled into an empty spot and cut off the engine, quickly getting out of the car with your purse.

“Kyu, I’m so sorry! I-” you began before getting cut off.

“Forgot? Went out with a coworker for a drink? Got hit on at the bar?” he offered, clearly irritated.

“What?”

“Don’t act coy.”

“Kyuhyun, I think you’re getting ahead of yourself. I got caught up at work.”

“Sure you did.”

Now you were annoyed as you rolled your eyes letting out a sigh, “Can we talk about this inside instead of giving my neighbors a show?”

He followed after you as you walked up to your front door, unlocking and stepping inside. As soon as the door was shut he began talking again, accusing you of forgetting your plans. You didn’t say a word, finding it best to let him voice his view and feelings before voicing your own - regardless of whether he believed them or not. Once he was done he looked at you expectantly.

“Everyone at the office had to work overtime due to a setback around noon. My phone died and I wasn’t able to charge it which is why I couldn’t get in contact with you,” you said showing him your phone as definitive proof. “On top of that, once we were finally able to leave my coworker decided to take a shot with me, preventing me from leaving for a good ten minutes until I finally got tired of it and shut him down. I wasn’t at a bar - I wouldn’t have driven there if I was - and I didn’t forget. It was simply a setback at work. Now, if you're done being a complete dimwit, I’d like to watch a good movie with some alcohol to forget about the day’s - week’s - mishaps.”

Kyuhyun remained silent as you moved to your kitchen, grabbing two beers from the fridge, cracking one open and holding the other one out to him as you took a few gulps of your own.

“You promise you didn’t forget?” he asked.

“I promise. Although I do wish I could forget my coworkers face, or that he could forget about his crush on me. I’m not interested and it’s only going to be awkward working with him.”

He took a sip of his beer as he asked you another question, “Why aren’t you interested?”

Clearly the alcohol was already taking effect since you didn’t even hesitate to give a truthful answer. “Because I like you but am too afraid to tell you because it’s a busy time period for you and you have too many burdens already as it is.”

“You like me?”

You nodded, tired of everything already. It was no use going back on your words now. “Say I feel the same, can we consider this our first real date?”

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valkavavaart · 3 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ONE AND ONLY, MY BELOVED, MORISAWA CHIAKIIII ☆ ! ! ! ! ! !

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pluviophile-imagines · 3 years

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9 and 17 for the ask game if they haven't already been asked pls <3

9: Are there any fics you'd love to see but don't want to write yourself? What are they?

ok,,,, i said i was gonna give u a diluc one bc ik ur a genshin blog now so here we go exposing this Very Specific Fic Idea i had for a man from a game i dont even play JBHADF this was the other idea i had instead of Like The Dawn for Tay's bday, which i ended up scrapping in favor of Like The Dawn bc this would have been WAYYYY longer and wouldn't have been a modern au and i simply didn't wanna bother figuring out the world 😭😭😭 and if i end up caving and writing this shit anyway in a few months uh. mind ur business 😌

arranged marriage plot........ where the reader n dluc have been engaged to be married since before they were even like. able to crawl. but have not once met, and in the aftermath of diluc's dad gettin merc'd he calls off the arrangement figuring hey she'll probably be happy to not be engaged to a dude shes never met. surprise! not how. the world works. and when she gets the letter she hikes her damn self up to his winery and storms into his office like "um??? dude??? ur literally ruining my LIFE who the fuck is gonna wanna marry me once I'm your sloppy seconds? everyone's gonna think there's something wrong with me you know??? you want me to make my debut" (very regency vibes with the way i would build the culture of mondstadt's upper class) "at nearly 20 fucking years old after the head of the most influential family decided i wasnt good enough for him like either you're the stupidest man alive or the cruelest" and diluc is just🧍‍♂️bc the dumbass rlly didnt think abt that 😭 and hes all "im gonna fuck off for a while and you deserve a husband who wont do that" and shes all "i dont even WANT a husband but ive been raised to be a wife i cant just Not be one so actually? you marrying me and letting me run your household/business while you're completely MIA sounds like a rlly good deal to me" SO THEY GET MARRIED REAL FUCKIN FAST N HE FUCKS OFF LIKE IN CANON AND SHE IS LEFT TO RUN HIS WHOLE THING DURING THOSE YEARS WHILE HES GONE and then,,,,,,,, and then he comes back ohohoho and now the fun can start. because there is nothing better than mutual pining where u think the other doesn't love you when youre LITERALLY MARRIED AHAHA cue the longing gazes and the chaste touches (2005 pride and prejudice hand flex scene i am staring right at you) and the misunderstandings (legit id spend the first two thirds of the fic after he shows back up with him under the assumption that the reader absolutely despises him and the reader trying desperately to despise him.......) throw in some good old-fashioned "diluc gets hurt and the reader patches him up but they both have to pretend like theyre not losing their minds over the fact that shes got her hands all over his bare chest" a classic in the vigilante romance genre LIKE ALL THE PERIOD ROMANCE TROPES give the man a horse toss him in a lake dress him up for a party mmmmm i wanna read it SO bad

17: What has been the proudest moment for you so far since you started writing?

ok,,,, this is gonna sound rlly arrogant but here we go. a few monthsssss ago i decided to Put Effort into reaching out to authors more and interacting with the community, cause i figured that was one of the best ways to both motivate myself to write and just kinda generally be more active on this blog, thus encouraging the kind of interaction i desire.

soooo i reached out to two authors who I really admired, whose works i really enjoyed. and BOTH of them responded by telling me that they were huge fans, that they were fangirling bc I'd interacted with them, and that my work was one of the reasons they started posting in the first place. that was....... like holy fuck. the FIRST time was mind-boggling and so flattering; and then the SECOND time i was like well goddamn i must be the best author in this whole community JKSHDBFV im kidding but yeah. they've both become v treasured mutuals so if y'all see this ily those interactions made my goddamn year 🥺

ask me abt my fics!

#ask.🌧#stardustorion #pluvi's pals #event.🌧 ask game

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megabadbunny · 6 years

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For the DxR fic meme: Nine x Rose; 01 G ☯

(Nine x Rose, Jackie’s flat, midnight, Rose’s diary; from @doctorroseprompts )

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He knows he shouldn’t, and yet, here he is.

(But it’s not exactly his fault, is it? If she didn’t wanthim to see it, maybe she shouldn’t have left it lying around all public in theopen, conspicuous and winking at him and daring him to take a little peek,wriggling its (figurative) hips like a minx in red throwing a perfumed kissover one shoulder. Never mind the fact that it wasn’t lying around in public somuch as it was in her room, that it wasn’t in the open so much as it was tuckedunder her mattress.)

The Doctor glances around furtively, even though he knows noone will catch him in the act; the flat is empty of any other living thing,save for him and the dust motes colonizing the space beneath the rug. Rose andher oddity of a mum have whisked off somewhere or other (“a proper girls’night”, Jackie might’ve said, or might not have, as the Doctor might not havebeen listening) and Jack is goodness-knows-where with goodness-knows-whom, sothe Doctor figures he’s got a good few hours to himself before anyone returns.And he’s got to find some way to occupy himself, hasn’t he?

(Besides, it isn’t as if he went snooping specifically for it.More like, he snooped, and there it conveniently was. Also, he’s bored.)

Plunking himself down on her bed—not nearly as soft or plushas her TARDIS bed, he thinks with a smirk—the Doctor opens the book to thefirst page.

Dear dairy readsthe first line.

The Doctor chuckles. There is no date scrawled anywhere onthe page, but the scribbles and misspellings amidst very careful and deliberatestrokes tell the Doctor these words were written by someone who had only recentlylearned penmanship, and was determined to do it well.

Dear dairy

Hello how are you? Myname is Rose Marion Tyler. It is my brithday today I am 6 years old.

It’s almost impossible to imagine Rose ever being so young;far easier to picture her emerging fully-grown and stubborn-willed and jeopardy-friendlystraight from inception. But the Doctor tries, and in his mind’s eye he canalmost see her sitting on the bed—no, lying on it, stomach-down, her sock-cladfeet kicking idly in the air. Her hair, unbleached and light brown, would be pulledback into a ponytail, held in place by one of those what d’you-call-it’s. A scrunchie. Her head would bend down inconcentration over the diary as she clutched her pen tightly in her small fist.The Doctor imagines the pen to be pink, glittery, one of those gel-things, hopelesslyand wonderfully childish and girly, and his grin broadens.

Mummy and me had aparty in the park and Lottie and Fred cud not come but Shireen was there andMickey to and his gran and my grandad Prentis. Grandad brung cake from thestore it has had a heart drawed on and my name and there were candels.We had ice cream to. And I had prezents there was a barby and shoes and a newbell for my bike…

The list continues and the Doctor rolls his eyes fondly.Clearly, six-year-old Rose had decided to commit only the most pertinent ofdetails to memory. He flips through perhaps the first quarter of the diary, pausingat a mention of Mickey here, a drawing of a flower there, and watches as Rose’shandwriting grows more confident, her entries more substantial. Her diary is amicrocosm of her adventures with mates, days at school, developing crushes, thelikeability of some of Jackie’s boyfriends and the caddishness of others. Atrandom, the Doctor slips a finger between the pages and opens the diarymid-entry, perhaps a year or two along its timeline.

and it felt awful butI didnt say anything bc he was right I dont have a dad but Keisha got angry andtold him to butt out and mind his own business. So then Nick laughed and madefun of Keisha bout her mum and I thot Keisha might cry so I punched Nick in thenose and it bled and the head teacher says I cant come back to school for aweek. Mum says Im in trouble but she didnt stop granddad from buying me a 99 onthe way home and she said next time do a slap its easier on the nuckles.

The Doctor can just picture Rose, eight years old, eyesflashing and stance wide as she bloodies some little twerp’s nose with herfist. Now that—that is a Rose he has no trouble imagining. Laughing, the Doctorshakes his head and flips to a later entry.

8 Nov 1996

Dear diary,

We went to go see Dad yesterday.

The Doctor pauses, hesitates. He knows what the words mean—they’refigurative, not literal, because it would be another eleven years before Rose sawany more of Pete Tyler than old photos and a grave—but the memory of the daynine years earlier still sends a shiver down his spine, clenches something inhis gut in a guilty-sick feeling he can’t quite explain.

Mum told me the storyagain. She seemed all right definitely better than the last time. I think thephotos help. Granddad came to and I don’t think he rly liked Dad very much buthe was nice about him today nicer than on other days. Afterwards Mum went todrop me off with Mickey but he said she needed me so I went on home and she seemeda little happier but she still cried a bit.

The Doctor wrinkles his nose. Something about Mickey theIdiot doing a good turn makes him grumpy. Who does that idiot think he is,anyway?

We had tea and fellasleep in front of the telly. I wanted to make her dinner but there was nothingin and I couldnt find anything in her purse so I went down to Ms Nodd’s bc she’sout seeing her grandson and I got the spare key from under her flower pot and Ilooked in her bedroom and found a few pounds and took them. I bought Mum aChinese from her favourite place and she didnt ask where I got the money so I didnttell her. I dont think Ms Nodd would know it was me that took it but I stillfeel bad I just didnt know what else to do. Ill pay her back when I get somemoney for my bday.

Nice old bird, that Ms Nodd. Much nicer than some of theother tenants on the Estate, with her blue-tinged hair and cheerful smile andwithered old hands that freely distribute home-baked biscuits to errant TimeLords who just happen to be handy with a squeaky front door. The Doctor makes amental note to liberate an ATM of a couple hundred-pound-notes at his earliestopportunity and slip them into her flat.

He reads a few more pages—comfortably silly stuff, all ofit, more crushes and rants about school and discussions of celebrities andfashion and Rose’s favorite things on telly—until his fingers land on an oddlybrittle page, warped in places, buckling. Several of the words are nearlyimpossible to discern, smudged as they are, and it takes the Doctorapproximately .003 seconds to identify the water marks as tears.

(There’s no dear diaryhere, no date. The words simply begin, as if writing anything more than theabsolutely necessary would take too much energy. Like it would hurt too much.)

Granddad’s gone.

The Doctor sighs, and his hearts each break a little foryoung Rose, curled up in her bed and crying bitter tears into her pillow. Tenyears old is far too young to experience the cruelty of such a loss. But it isn’tas if it gets any easier at any other age. The Doctor knows that to be painfullytrue.

Had a heart attack.Doctors said he went in his sleep and didn’t feel anything. I hope that’s true.Mum said he’s with the angels now but that’s stupid. The angels don’t need him wedo. I already miss him.

Mum can’t stop crying.I wish Dad was here.

And there’s that feeling again in the Doctor’s gut, thesquirmy-sicky one. Almost as if his stomach knows he shouldn’t be doing this,like his body is punishing him. It was all well and good reading about the funfrivolities of a carefree primary-schooler, but this sort of thing—this issomething else. Something deep and personal, a compound fracture of emptinessand hurt. The Doctor knows should stop reading now. He really should.

(He doesn’t.)

It takes a few weeks for the mentions of Granddad Prentice tostart fading, but eventually, they do, fading away to be gradually replaced bythe normality of everyday life. Sometimes months pass between diary-entries;other times, years. The Doctor smiles as he glances over recountings of schooldays and formals and skipping classes, of Jackie’s eccentric cluster of boyfriends,of fights with friends and happy makings-up after, of holidays and gossip andhopes for the future. The day Rose and Shireen fall out over a boy is marked byan obscene amount of swearing and words crossed-out and pencil-punctures dugdeep into the page; the day Mickey asks Rose to be his girlfriend is noted withexclamation points and a lipgloss-kiss.

The day Rose meets Jimmy Stone is noted with a single heartthat simply reads Mrs Rose Stone.

Grimacing at the words, the Doctor forces himself to presson.

OMG met this bloke Jimmyyesterday n he was soooo fit reads the next entry. Shireen and Keisha and me went down the pub and he was playing in theband and I thot he fancied Keisha at first but after he asked for my number ♡ ♡ ♡I kno it doesn’t mean nothing so I didn’ttell Mickey cos no point in him worrying and he gets so jealous anyway lol

Awww, poor jealous ickle Mickey, thinks the Doctor. He snortsderisively. Human beings—so quick to such petty reactions. He’s very glad hedoesn’t have to worry about silly things like that.

Still, it’s a little surprising when, just a few pages later,things have already progressed by leaps and bounds. Jimmy kissed me! leaps out from the page, followed by things like Mickey and me had a fight and Snuck out to hear Jimmy play downtownand Went to the cinema with Jimmy and he puthis hand up my sk

Hearts hammering, the Doctor flips past that page before hiskeen eyes have a chance to read any further. For some reason, the thought ofJimmy putting his hand up anything of Rose’s—indeed, of Jimmy or some otherfool even thinking about touching her, anywhere, with anything—makes him burn abit under the collar. Unpleasant, that. Maybe he’d better take a look at Jackie’sthermostat, make sure it’s doing its job, because it certainly doesn’t feellike it.

(Still, he skips the several pages that follow, just to besafe.)

said if Iwalked out that door I’d better not walk back in and you know what screw her.She’s wasted her whole life crying about Dad and never doing anything withherself and never doing anything for me. I hate her I would rather die then belike her

Eyes widening in surprise, the Doctor quickly scans over thenext few pages, his concern deepening by the second.

love Jimmy andno one can tell me any different and if Mum really knew what love was then she’dunderstand

Im so glad I’mwith him now he gets me like no one else ever has or ever will, ♡ him forever

didnt want totake my a-levels anyway not like it means anything out in the real world

moving into aflat together next week can’t wait ♡♡♡

and I love himbut I wish he’d get a job cos the gigs don’t make enough n I can’t covereverything on my own

came home drunkagain last night n wouldnt tell me where he’d been

told me I’dbetter cough up the rest of the rent by next weekend or else he would

And then, nothing.

The Doctor frowns. Whatever he would do is left unexplained, torn away along with a wholecluster of pages in the diary, leaving a ragged little scar behind where wordsand feelings used to sit. The Doctor runs a finger along the page-stumps leftin the spine, and wonders.

What could have happened that was so bad that even the memoryof it had to be ripped away?

The next entry picks up a few weeks later. It does notmention Jimmy. Instead, the page displays only a handful of lonely words:

He wasright. I’m so stupid.

It takes a moment for the Doctor to realize that the diaryis shaking in his hands. But that’s only because he’s gripping it so tightlyhis knuckles are glowing bright white in an attempt to jump out of his skin. Andsuddenly he’s glad, in quite a perverse way, that he has witnessed thedestruction of the Reapers firsthand, because otherwise the temptation to pilotthe TARDIS back in time to ensure that Jimmy Stone never hurt Rose—that henever so much as existed, never so much as blighted this planet with even asingle vile breath—would be so strong that he’s not entirely sure he’d be ableto stop himself.

Forcing himself to calm, the Doctor skips forward, hopefullyto an entry that won’t cause hisblood to boil angrily in his ears. Now phrases like moved back in with Mum today and applied at Henriks greet his eyes, and he feels the muscles in hisshoulders begin to relax.

and a sweet ginger boy’sstarted coming round, Mum named him Jonesy

but the new job’s notso bad

going out to the clubswith Shireen

Mickey stopped by withflowers today and it was like nothing had ever gone wrong

anyway we’re datingagain

nothing’ll come of itbut some blokes won in Bristol last week so who knows, maybe we’ll win a littlesomething n I could get Mum something nice

a little boring Iguess but prolly about the best I can expect for now

So my job blew uptoday???

Now a grin spreads across the Doctor’s face, lighting it upfrom ear-to-ear. Finally. Took longenough to get here. Now for the reallygood stuff.

Fingers tingling in anticipation, he turns the page.

Nothing.

The Doctor flips through the remaining pages, hunting forsomething, anything, but nothing buta sea of white greets his eyes, winking up at him obnoxiously without so muchas a single date or scribble or scrawl to capture his attention. The rest ofthe diary is completely, utterly blank.

Huffing in irritation, the Doctor sits back, flipping thebook closed with a scowl. It makes a certain sense, he supposes, but still.Really? She’ll write about ice cream and Barbies and school gossip and Mickeythe Idiot but no mention of the TARDIS, no asides about traveling through timeand space, no discussion of Dickens or Slitheen or bitchy trampolines or 900year-old Time Lords taking her by the hand to show her anything her littleheart could ever possibly—

CLANG.

“I just found it!” blurts out the Doctor without eventhinking, pushing off the bed and whirling round to face Rose’s open bedroomdoorway. But no one stands there; indeed, if his superior hearing is anythingto go by (and it usually is), there’s no one within several meters of him, certainlyno one in the flat. And the continuing ding-dang-dongbell’s sound, ringing at twelve lazy but significant intervals, informs himthat his nervousness was for naught—it’s just Jackie’s old grandfather clock,noisily (and unnecessarily, the Doctor thinks with a grump) proclaiming thetime.

It’s midnight. Probably Rose and Jackie will be home soon. Andprobably he shouldn’t let them know he was nosing through Rose’s diary.

(Even if it wasn’t his fault, seeing as they left him aloneand bored and unoccupied in the flat, and even if he didn’t find what he waslooking for—even if he’s not entirely certain what that was.)

As he slips the diary back into its hiding-place beneathRose’s mattress, it occurs to him that there are any number of reasons Rosemight not be writing things in a diary any more—she forgot it at home, or she’stoo tired after their adventures, or too distracted, or maybe she’s even got anew one aboard the TARDIS, hidden somewhere equally silly. But there’s anotheroption too, he realizes; that she’s simply too happy to see the need forwriting things down, that she is too busy living her memories to think of takingthe time to document them. The thought warms him, contentment blooming in hischest, and he leaves Rose’s room with a smile, closing the door behind him.

(He still checks her room on the TARDIS just in case.)

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part ii

#ficandchips #nine x rose #ninerose #ninexrose #nine/rose #prompt fill #thanks for the prompt dear!#<3 <3 <3

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nivks · 7 years

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gryles 2017 for vee @ladsfm

okay ah vee wanted this UPDATED!!! to add the start of the year too so! edited again!

heres a basic recap i guess but uhhh

harry nd nick literally spent xmas together aGAIN and they mention it casually as fUCK

they started off their year domestic and shit how fucking adorable #netflixnchillncurry

okay so we didnt even KNOw this happened until they talked bout it in the sott premiere but! they literally spent a whole goddamn day together just dedicated to listening to ?? sott?? hs1?? i feel like they listened to the whole fucking album but im also pretty sure nick was like ‘no i didnt hear the album before!! this is all new!!’ when harry went on for the hs1 premiere but whatever nicks a fuckin liar we all kno it

im dying it was one album song like IT TAKES LESS THAN AN HOUR and they met up in the MORNING and didnt listen till afterNOON whatthe FUCK they literally spent all DAY together cos they were so NERVOUS what fools

then we have: ladzfm 2.0 aka sott premiere aka: “I feel lucky to be playing my first song with one of my best friends.” aka our collective death

we got a lot of good shit in this interview im actualy crying rereading it all what the fuck HMM SO WE GOT #fontchat, nick talking about trying to cook a roast for harry with remi IN LA, nick admitting that harry was one of 4 people nick told about getting breakfast (two being his parents FUCK), #ronniewoodchat??? nicks life is so weird, OH POST BRITS CHAT FUCK!, confirmed that nick and anne text on the reg, dog collar chat #legendsonly, #tbt to when they saw rita at G-A-Y , other cute shit

THANKS FOR HAVING ME. LOVE YOU. H.

also this like idk how to describe it but nick and harry are BOTH the sun for eachother and they literlly light each other up

nick being adorable about it on insta too

okay now its the original post but i fixed those links you told me were wrong

okay i feel like u know that nick flew to america to take his mum on a holiday then like also watch harry debut on snl but i feel like revisiting so

there was ANNE that fucked us up to begin with

then when nick turned up at the snl studios??

like we were waiting for it but we never fucking expected it to actually happen what the fuck

nick looked so good when he was there fuck me

harry smiling and waving at his lil home party of 2

him and eileen going to the afterparty and chillin with jimmy whatshisface, eileen partying till the am?

uhh hardly important but idk

nick looks so fkin good even hungover as fuck after partying all night and celebrating (marrying) harry

MOVING ON FROM THEIR AMERICAN MARRIAGE

the tweet got deleted ugh but nick was spotted at harrys graham norton performance! love a supportive husband!

harry came on the show for an hour for his album release party and? it was LIVE

started with nick complimenting harry on his outfit made outta tea towels

harry saves the audios that nick sends him when harry was sharing album clips and nick sung his own versions #confirmed

omg notebook chat was in this interview ugh

jonna just posted this like last week and im still crying

MOVING ON FROM LADZFM TO: MALLORCA

okay first off nick looks fit as fuck in mallorca so

nick went to both the hens party and the stag do what a fuckin loser

hun! oh HUN

okay i think we got like ppl rumouring that harry was in mallorca but EMILY CAME THRU for us and posted this

the girls lookd so lovely at the wedding tho ahhh

this is what harry married i love Him

nick and harry musta been sharin a room cos nick was wearin his clothes aww

so basically nick blasted the hell outta wild thoughts on this holiday and put green hearts on fuckin everything so i did this mess

okay mallorcas over rip back to ldn life

nick got emo again idk

whatever they went out for LUNCH

what the fuck how domestic

OH A GOOD DAY HERE

nick went to see dunkirk by himself cos he couldnt make the premiere etc etc

completely by himself im dyin

then we were all like HEY I HOPE HE STILL MAKES THE PREMIERE cos liek we didnt know he was busy so when he rocked up to host this car gig or whatever we were all like hmm proud of u host grimshaw but also hun :/

and also the bleach makeup launch was on that night so like a lot of harrys close ldn crew pals missed the ldn premiere too and we were all like awww poor harry

BUT THEN

both HARRY and NICK rocked up at the bleach party!

they both looked fit as everyloving FUCK this night too

N I C E

fucked up we never got an actual HQ pic of nick and harry together but you can see nicks arm in this on the right omg

im still gellz

OKAY MOVING ONTO HARRY COMING ONTO THE SHOW FOR LADZFM 4.0 to talk about DUNKIRK

unfortch it was prerecorded but like still

nick looked amazing (and harry took those pics and u cant tell me otherwise)

uhh some good quotes one two three four five

they look lovely im stressed

(nick in glasses lookin like a doctor)

OKAY MOVING ON TO NICKS BDAY

harry was MIA? for nicks actual bday SO INSTEAD they celebrated together (with harry lambert) a couple day early!!

nice lil lunch <3

SHOPPING WITH BAE

nick looks rly fit

i cant beleive harry brought him the goddamn shoes

i cant belvie how much nick loves them

like full on 100% loves them

(harry has rly similar shoes too goddamn matchy matchy kids)

fast forward to later augugst where

NICK AND HARRY GONNA DO A BBC SPECIAL TOGETHER

aka Harry Styles at the BBC

then like FIVE DAYS AFTER IT WAS ANNOUNCED nick andharry were already up north filming one two three

NICK N HARRY LOOKED ADORBALE TOGEHTER

nick tweeted about being off air for 3 days and jeff liked it :)

in the actual recording harry wears his usual florals yeh nick actually fucking posted that to his own instagram story what thte fuck i love 2017

nick? murder me?

ahhh

ALSO ANNE AND EILEEN SAT TOGETHER IN THE AUDIENCE HOW FUJCING SWEET WTF

and THATS basically it for the past couple of months? there was this mention the other day but apart from that!

EDIT: I FUCKING FORGOT TO ADD THAT HARRY COVERED WILD THOUGHTS IN THE BBC RADIO ONE LIVE LOUNGE which: what the Fuck

anyway I LOVE YOU I MISS YOU IM SORRY THIS IS A MESS HOPE UR DOIN OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#me: exposing myself #thanks vee #gryles #*

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bday hangs // (k.l imagine)

Request: It's my birthday, can I get a birthday imagine please?? with Kian!!

im so sorry i didnt get this posted in time for ur bday, i think im a day or two late but i hope u had a nice bday bbu

“Morning babe.” “Morning.” I smile, looking at him half-expecting him to joke about birthday sex, or even to just say something about my birthday at all, but he doesnt, smiling gently as he picks at his cereal, “Did you sleep well baby?” “Yeah, I slept alright, you didn’t wake me up though.” “I figured I’d let you sleep in.” I blush a little, Corey hugging me, “Morning.” I grin at him, “Hey!” He doesn’t mention my birthday, instead grabbing my hand, “Hey, do you wanna go out to breakfast?” “You haven’t eat yet?” “No but I’m feeling generous, let’s go-” “Kian do you-” Corey pulls me out of the house, I’m in my pajamas still as he helps me into the car, driving off before I can even question him.

Corey and I go to breakfast, he doesn’t mention my birthday and I’m starting to feel a little down, I mean, I got texts from family and friends from my old town saying ‘happy birthday’ and it makes me feel a little better, but just the fact my boyfriend hasn’t said it, or my housemates even, I feel so sad. I look at Corey as he sips his iced coffee, smiling at me, “What? Do I have something on my face?” “Nah, but like, do you wanna say anything?” He’s quiet for a second, “Ohhh, about why I took you out?” “I guess.” “Oh! I just figured this is payback for all the time you’ve bought me shit.” I smile a little, “Thanks Corey.” “Sure thing.” As we finish our meal, Corey pays with cash and we leave the restaurant, he pulls me to his car, I laugh a little, “Corey you’re so weird.” “I need to go to the store.” I laugh a little, “What?” “I need protein powder.” I roll my eyes, “Ah no, body builder Corey’s coming back?” He laughs a little, “Yeah man!”

We drive for a while, Corey takes a left and I turn to look behind us, “Corey, the exit was-” “It’s alright, this is a short cut.” It’s now around noon, Corey’s driving around in circles as I begin to recognize the surrounding and he pulls back in front of the house, “I need to grab something.” “Alright.” I go to get out of the car with him and he stops me, “No!” I laugh a little, “Corey I can come too, it’s my house too-” I get out of the car and he runs beside me, “[Y/n]-” I open the front door and I see a banner hanging across the stairs, “Happy Birthday” I gape, seeing Harrison sat at the kitchen island blowing up balloons with his back to me, Harrison’s only been away from LA for about a month but it’s still overwhelming to see him again, I hug him, “Harry!” He jumps at the sound of my voice and he turns, “[Y/n]!” I hear Kian yell, “Huh?” and then he runs out of the living room, seeing me and he immediately lunges for Corey, “What the fuck dude, I told you to keep her busy!” I blush, “Kian? What’s all this.” He sighs, “Baby I was planning this giant party for you, Corey was supposed to fucking come through for me.” Corey raises his hands, “Dude she sprinted in-” Kian looks upset, I hug him, “You’re the cutest.” “I’m sorry your party’s ruined baby.” “No it’s not ruined at all!” I grin as I see Bobby come out of the bathroom, seeing me and he tries to cover the banner on the stairs, which makes me laugh and Kian kisses me, “I love you, happy birthday sweetheart.” “I love you too Kian, thank you.” He squeezes my hand, pulling me close as everyone comes to wish me a happy birthday.

#kian lawley #kian lawley imagine #kian lawley imagines #imagines #imagines blog #kian and jc #knj #bobby mares #jc caylen #harrison webb #dommy d

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