allofthelulz replied to your post “Oh god, did Bernie do another thing? Part of me wants to know because...”
my angey son
every time he says “what the hell is going on with this guy” on podstw it’s VERY EXCITING but it also kind of sounds like teenage boy just shaved for the first time and is now trying out grown-up words to fit his new image
fromcainwithlove replied to your post “baking-soda: favs tweeting that tommy is putting out great pods...”
talk to me about my erotic fantasies about tommy sweating through a t-shirt moving furniture while lovett sits on the bed directing him. 'I AM being helpful! I'm shaping policy. The bureau needs to move four inches left.'
I’M SHAPING POLICY LMFAO THIS IS WHAT’S HAPPENING
whereismyenglishelisabeth replied to your post “Nobody Asked but in case anyone was secretly wondering: lovett is tony...”
AAAAAAAAAAA
you’re not really in a fandom until you’ve cast its characters for either hogwarts, the avengers, or 1d.
veryspecificfantasies replied to your post “Nobody Asked but in case anyone was secretly wondering: lovett is tony...”
slight objection: pepper potts reads 4 fun, favs literally would never read a novel. STILL AGREE THO. esp w tommy that is GOLDEN
hmm, really good point about pepper. my thinking was: runs the company, keeps tony in line, ornaments the premises, can’t personally design robots. i also considered maria hill, because she’s more of a jock, and rhodey, bc tony’s comrade in arms.
booping me on the NOSE? yeah well, booping you in the FUCKING HEART and SOUL!!!!!
lira, i love you! you are an inspiration, a muse, a force to be reckoned with! you are a strong fist protecting a baby bird. i want to sit shoulder to shoulder with you on a bench in the redwood forest and talk about our loves and losses and make you a daisy chain to wear in your hair. you make me feel very safe without ever making me feel silly, and that's so important to me. i dream for you a future where you never have to work again and only bake bread and make pottery and whatever else makes you happy 💖
there are few instances in which pierre is not surgically attached to his phone.
getting in the car and racing is one of them, obviously. staring at the floor of his flat, muscling through the workout pyry texted him, is another. he's got his airpods in, jaw clenched, sweat dripping down his brow, trying to get through this last set of static plank holds. i'm waiting for you/ are you waiting for me? a smooth tenor asks repeatedly over a steady electronic beat. pierre quite likes this song. it keeps getting interrupted by text notifications from his phone, though, which he forgot to silence before getting started. he's sure it's just a group chat blowing up, but it's still fucking annoying. "fuck's sake," he swears out as he drops from the last plank, rolling to his feet in a huff to snatch the phone off the kitchen table.
only it's not a group chat. it's yuki.
>>hey! here
>>is there a number to press
>>heyyyy
>>pls it's raining
pierre drops the phone and dashes to his window, flinging it open despite the downpour. he peers out onto the cobblestone streets of milan. sure enough, there's a dark shape below, wet and huddled. pierre rips his airpods out mid-are you waiting for me?
"yuki? what are you doing here?" he calls down.
yuki startles, little face turning up towards him. "i'm waiting for you!" yuki yells. "dude, let me in! fuck!"
pierre snaps out of it and hurries to the entryway, to his buzzer, and lays on it extra hard.
yuki appears outside his unit's door dripping and scowling, black hair plastered to his forehead. "what are you doing here?" he tries again.
"we're supposed to hang out?" yuki says, incredulous, wringing a corner of his soaked hoodie out.
pierre steps back and ushers him into his flat. immediately, water seeps from yuki's shoes onto his floors. "i thought that was next week," pierre mutters, retrieving his phone to flick through their texts. but sure enough, there it is nestled among the rest of their chatter: today's date. it all started when that clip of yuki talking about how he'd never been invited round to pierre's got back to him a few weeks ago. it's not like he was trying to avoid having yuki over, he's just been busy. the invitation was supposed to be a gesture of good will, and now yuki's been stood out in the rain for--pierre glances at his first text--15 minutes. pierre winces. "fuck. sorry, yuki."
"asshole," yuki grumbles, arms held aloft from his sides like he doesn't want to put them down and risk pressing the chilled fabric any closer to himself.
"god, you must be freezing," pierre says, grabbing his shoulder gently. it's been a mild spring in italy so far and the rain outside is still a cold one. "c'mon, i have clothes for you." he pauses, taking in yuki's red nose and his pale fingers. "or would you rather have a hot shower?"
"shower," yuki says, stiff as he moves down the hallway along pierre. "hot shower."
pierre gets the shower going and then makes a quick trip to and from his bedroom to fetch dry clothes for yuki. they'll be huge on him, but that'll be kind of cute, anyway. when he reenters the bathroom, yuki's clothes are a sopping pile on the tile and yuki himself is huddled under the spray, arms crossed over his torso as he wiggles at the drastic temperature change. he glares through the glass door at pierre. "you better get in here," he says.
pierre laughs. "what?" he sets the clean clothes on the counter.
yuki points at him and then points down at the floor of the shower, demanding. "you owe me."
pierre supposes that's true. he does feel bad. anyway, they've been fooling around for a little while now, what's a shower between friends with benefits? pierre shrugs; he's sweaty and finished with his workout as it is, so he strips his thin tank and short athletic shorts off before gingerly inching into the shower with yuki.
yuki is still looking up at him unhappily. pierre grimaces, reaches out to rope his petite, chilled body into his arms. "i'm so sorry. that was pretty bad, huh?"
yuki nods silently against his chest.
"what if i make it up to you?" he asks, drifting his fingers through yuki's wet hair and along his scalp. the hot water has at least started to turn the skin there and along his ears and neck warm to the touch. he knows yuki won't deign to use pierre's 3-in-1 on his hair, but at least there's some nice artisanal bar soap he probably won't object to for his body.
"you can try," yuki says, muffled and still pouting. pierre laughs again, squeezing yuki tighter to him.
"i will. i'm happy you're here."
yuki surfaces from between pierre's pecs, tilting his head up. when he blinks, little water drops roll off his eyelashes. "you are?"
pierre can't help a small smile, can't resist the urge to sweep an inky wet lock of hair off yuki's forehead. "yeah, of course."
the grouchiness subsides in favor of something more bashful, perhaps a bit of blush. "oh," yuki says. "that's good to know."
Sorry but that's a pass from me. I'm sure he's lovely but I haven't seen anything to indicate that would be a particularly good time. I think I need at least the suggestion of an edge for brain to go brrrrr.
fromcainwithlove replied to your post “buffalotips replied to your post “/falls over onto dash hi u. i...”
perfect IS the third song--drag me down and infinity ;) also lilo bumped mouths and niall rules at spelling
omg... i’m so stupid.... DUH. i just thought i saw another song being talked about on twitter but also it was a very bleary 6am and i hadn’t had coffee yet so :’D THANK U. also NIALL RULES AT SPELLING THIS IS ALL THAT MATTERS TO ME IN LYFE. MY PRECIOUS BUN :)))
