#☕︎spilled tea

[bookishtheaterlover7]

I'm loving EVERYTHING about this quote🤭

i don't mind being the villain in your story because you're a clown in mine

[flansiscaart-blog]

Besties are spilling the tea☕✨

[lupucs]

Susie spills the tea... ☕ Or should I say, chalk, moss and apple-scented shampoo?

(Watch with sound 🔊 Music: Kevin MacLeod - Itty Bitty 8 Bit)

[rp-asks-crack-starters]

Spill the Tea ☕

Send ☕ or tea + question number (from the list below) for my muse to answer questions about themselves. You can select multiple questions or add your own. My muse can decline if the question is out of the list questions provided.

How did you come to choose your current profession or lifestyle?

How do you typically handle stress or difficult situations?

How do you view yourself versus how others see you?

Do you have any habits or quirks that others find unique or strange?

Have you ever been in love? If so, what was it like?

How do you deal with betrayal or conflict in your relationships?

What are you willing to sacrifice to achieve your goals?

What does a typical day look like for you?

What's your favorite way to relax or unwind?

Are there any skills or talents you have that not many people know about?

Do you have any coping mechanisms for dealing with anxiety or fear?

What are your pet peeves?

Are you a morning person or a night owl?

Do you prefer working alone or in a team?

What kind of music do you listen to, if any?

What would your dream pet be, if laws of physics and reality were no obstacle?

What’s your favorite mythical creature, and why?

What’s your guilty pleasure, the thing you indulge in secretly?

Have you ever broken someone’s heart, intentionally or unintentionally?

Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or a hundred duck-sized horses?

Is there someone who has significantly influenced your life?

What’s your signature dance move?

Have you ever broken the law?

Would you sacrifice one innocent person to save a thousand others?

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to someone?

What’s your favorite smell in the entire world, and have you ever tried to bottle it?

What's the most embarrassing thing you've done while drunk?

Describe your most awkward kiss.

How many times a week do you talk to yourself?

What’s the strangest food combination you’ve ever tried and actually liked?

What's your idea of the perfect romantic evening?

Have you ever written a love letter or received one?

!!!!!! Suggestive questions from this point onwards:

33. What's the sexiest feature you find in a partner? 34. Have you ever had a one-night stand? 35. Have you ever skinny-dipped? 36. Have you ever had a friends-with-benefits arrangement? 37. Have you ever done it somewhere other than a bed? Where? 38. Describe your first time in three words. 39. Describe a non-sexual activity that turns you on unexpectedly. 40. If you could create your own aphrodisiac, what ingredients would you include?

[leylayilmz]

She'd been surprised to receive a text from him and, truthfully, she'd've thought Val would be the one to be called, but she was happy to be called nonetheless. There wasn't a chance in hell she'd ever leave a friend stranded, not even if it was the middle of the night and she had an early start. None of that mattered when it came to the safety of people she cared about.

Leyla's smile widened at Alex's enthusiasm as he leaned against her car, a chuckle escaping her lips. It was amusing to see him like this — in all honesty, he deserved to enjoy himself. Being a parent was no easy feat, and so often it was easy to forget to do things for yourself. "You know I can't leave my favourite disaster stranded, especially when you look like you're about to fall over," she teased, glancing at him with mock concern. "How much have you had to drink, exactly? It's hard to tell with that goofy grin." She wasn't judging him whatsoever; she'd had her fair share of fun nights out. "Come on, get in, before I change my mind."

Coming to Briar Ridge hadn't exactly been easy on Alex by any means, but he thought it would all sort of... level out. Instead, things had more so reached a fever pitch. So, when Farrah had suggested she spend a weekend with Emmy, Alex was grateful for the time 'off,' even if he missed his little mini-me the second she was out of his sight.

It was sad, really, that he'd ended up at the bar alone, especially considering he had enough friends to not be, but... Callum was also Gen's friend, so he felt weird calling him, considering where things stood between himself and Gen. He'd somehow royally messed things up with Val and hadn't the faintest idea how to fix it, so she was out. Farrah wasn't ever really an option considering she'd probably cuss him out and then hang up on him under normal circumstances, but considering how thoroughly he'd pissed her off the last time they'd spoken, it was a miracle she hadn't blocked his number, broken his nose, or both. He had no idea what to say to Cam, or Gen, for that matter. Marco was definitely working.

He hadn't wanted to bother Leyla in the first place. considering she probably had Billie and also a life of her own that didn't involve bailing him out of something stupid, but then by the time last call came, he ended up texting her anyway. She knew he was drunk right away; maybe it was the extra letters at the end of his 'heyyyujyyy.'

In any event... "Leyla to the rescue!" He exclaimed as his friend came to a stop beside him and he greeted her with a big smile, both hands braced on her passenger's side door through the open window. "Hi. Thanks for coming. You're so nice to me."

[m4rried2the-moon]

( pick a cup ) what do your guides want you to know?

hello again !! hope this finds you well ^^ trying to post more consistently but having trouble with questions so i kept this one simple! with an exciting summer ahead, here are some messages from your guides! take what resonates and listen carefully to your intuition.

pile one - a dark cup of joe

�� time to wake up ! ”

+ ten of swords, king of rods (rx?) (cl: king of coins, ace of coins), seven of swords (cl: queen of wands)

— your guides want you to know that what is ending is only the beginning. it's important for you to trust your new ideas and divine inspirations right now, because there is some sort of fatality fast approaching for you. this is not entirely negative, it may be a long time coming actually.

☕ for some of you, they are almost yelling at you /lh. the king of rods possibly in reverse tells me that if you are thinking about taking action else right now—don't. if this action is to break away from something that you think isn't working, hold your horses !

☕ this may very well be a test of patience. clarified by the ace and the king of coins tells me that you are starting a new project/have received a blessing and instead of nurturing and taking it at face value, you may be unsure.

☕ lastly, the queen of rods came first and the seven of swords came flying out after. what you put your energy into is what you get, no matter what. it's easy to rob yourself of this opportunity by thinking it's false or all in your head—spirit says 'take the damn cup' lol.

pile two - an aromatic cup of tea

“ let it warm your soul and strengthen you ”

+ two of swords (cl: four of cups, strength), the sun (cl: the star) and ten of cups (rx?) (cl: the world).

— your guides want you to know that a very tough decision of yours has already found its answer, but you may not have fully accepted it. it will take a significant amount of bravery to face this, perhaps it requires some meditation and strength to reach this hard truth but your strength will carry you. it already is.

☕ rejoice in pleasure, in the novelty of what you have been inspired by. let this hope pour into you, let it guide you to doing exactly what you need to do. your guides want to encourage you to go after your creative pursuits and to use the downloads you've been receiving from them. some of you may have struggled for this clarity and spirit wants you to run with it!

☕ you know your answer to what no longer serves you now, but what will you do with it? happiness and bliss show up for you when you acknowledge that even if your circumstances are discouraging right now, you have the answer you need. your guides want you to let go of juggling unnecessary responsibilities while you can for now. this may look like saying 'no' to what may drain you or take focus away from your vision of the future.

☕ lastly, your guides want you to gather as much as your wisdom and strength you can and build the courage to fight back against what you are so defeated by right now. they want you to know that there are gifts and celebrations at the end of the finish line, you have it in you and the world is at your disposal.

pile three - ah damn! spilled the coffee

“ no use crying ! ”

+ five of wands, (cl: king of wands, the fool) two of cups (cl: the chariot), ace of coins

— you guides want you to use your leadership and direction to navigate the challenges or conflict you may be facing right now. if you are currently finding yourself in the midst of chaos, take your own way out! look for a new direction, the opportunity is ripe!

☕ there is a connection that you are in right now that may be new, this could be a gateway to something very powerful. the chariot here tells me that this may have taken a lot of effort to get to this place, but now is the time to embrace it and let it flourish. or this could be after a period of hardship.

☕ might say some of you are more similar to pile two in which you are leaving what no longer serves you, too. some of you could have used this determination and divine guidance to move out of a relationship that wasn't working. some of you are moving away from a shabby relationship into a more fitting one. either way your guides are urging you to move on from unrequited relationships.

☕ lastly, if you are either moving away from a poor partner/job/choice, you are ultimately being given a second chance if you choose to explore and find better. there are always more fish in the sea!

hope this helped and you got everything you needed! if so, please don't forget to like / reblog <3

[hlficlibrary]

HL FIC LIBRARY ☕ Coffee Shop Fics

Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find the library's other recs here.

☕ I’d Still Dance With You by kikikryslee / @flamboyantommo {M, 57k}

“Liam, if you met someone that you really liked, would age matter?” Louis asked. “I suppose so; to a point, anyway.” “Like, how young would you go?” Liam thought it over. “Uh… I don’t know. Like, 24?” Louis groaned and dropped his head in his hands. “Why? How old is this guy you like?” “Twenty-one,” Louis muttered. “Hang on. He’s 21, and you’re… what? Twenty-eight?” “Yeah.” “Wow. Um… well, OK. That’s a, uh, that’s a gap.”

Or, the 21/28 age difference fic where Harry is younger than Louis thought he was, and even though Louis’ head is telling him not to pursue anything, his heart doesn’t seem to agree.

☕ I Really Like Your Styles: The Baking Advent-ure by @homosociallyyours {T, 34k}

Louis isn't much for frills, and the coffee shop he co-owns with his best friend Liam is evidence of that. Yes, it's got a decent sized, well-kept industrial kitchen, but Louis insists that people come to coffee shops for coffee, not mediocre pastry and plastic wrapped cookies. When Liam's campaign for serving treats turns into watching a few baking accounts on whichever popular app he's on, there's one that really gets on Louis' nerves: "I Like Your Styles." With his chipper demeanor and over the top descriptions of the food he makes, Louis is sure that the (unfortunately cute) baker is full of it. Nothing that adorable could possibly be worth the hype.

It doesn't actually take much for him to eat his words...and some quality baked goods, while he's at it.

☕ love drunk, waiting on a miracle by @hellolovers13 {E, 30k}

Christmas inspired Coffeshop AU

Harry has a bit of a crush on a customer. Thankfully, the feeling is mutual.

These are their first 24 days together.

☕ And That’s The Tea by @2tiedships2​ {M, 27k}

I’d like an Earl Grey with milk and sugar, please.

Louis had the phrase memorized, even though it had disappeared off its place on his upper arm over thirteen years ago now.

At fourteen he didn’t understand. Soulmarks don’t just disappear. Not unless…

Unless one of them dies.

Or, the one where Louis loses his soulmate before even getting the chance to meet them, and he is in no way prepared for the kind of distraction his new friend Harry proves to be.

☕ Friday I'm in Love by @perfectdagger {M, 25k}

It has a pattern, Harry has noticed.It’s not that he has been observing the guy who regularly comes to the coffee shop for the past few weeks; but he totally has.It’s also not Harry’s fault that he’s infatuated with the guy who apparently follows a very repetitive schedule.

Or the one where Harry works at the coffee shop and Louis goes there almost every day and Harry is head over heels for him, making his love life look like a The Cure song.

Inspired by Friday I’m in Love by The Cure (obviously).

☕ From The Heart (series) by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom {E, 24k}

Every Tuesday, Louis spends his day off holed up in his favorite coffee-come-bookshop, writing his little stories as part of the WordPlay challenge while daydreaming about the resident barista, Harry. Each week a new word prompt is revealed and Louis adds to his series of short stories about Henry, the owner of a B&B in the Cotswolds who has curly hair and dimples, Lewis, his long term guest who just happens to be a writer, and Tigger, Henry’s cat.

As Louis and Harry’s friendship develops, could his fantasy world spill out into real life? And how does that reader who leaves the lovely comments with the teacup emoji seem to be able to read Louis’ mind?

☕ ever since new york by @sunflower-live​ / sunflower_live {NR, 22k}

Louis works at a coffee shop in NYC and he pines endlessly after the boy who lives above it.

☕ blend into my favourite colour by rainbowninja167 / @rainbowtitania {T, 19k}

Harry often wonders if they’ll ever meet in real life. And if Harry will recognize Tommo the instant they see each other, like somehow their souls will just know. Or maybe Harry’s soul is shouting “Louis!” too loudly for any other signals to go through.

Harry is a barista with a secret Werewolf High fan blog, a desperate crush on a customer named Louis, and a best friend on Tumblr who always makes him laugh. Louis can't figure out why the barista at his favorite coffee shop keeps creepily staring at him, and to make matters worse, he may be slightly in love with a friend he met online.

A love square involving two boys, one TV fandom, and one food fight.

☕ The Importance of being Earnest by @louloubabys1992​ / louloubaby92 {NR, 16k}

Harry cannot help but pay extra attention to Louis' order, even if it is just a warm cup of tea with a dash of milk and no sugar. He also makes sure that the Danish Louis asks for is warm and fresh from the oven and not the one in the display, even if it means delaying Louis a bit when he fetches said Danish from the kitchen. It's all worth it when Louis smiles his crinkly smile at him before he rushes off to work.

Man, he's hot, he cannot help but think.

Or Harry is a barista who's been harboring a crush on Louis for months. Little does he know that Louis actually likes him back.

☕ Before We Ever Wrote a Song by @casuallyhl​ {E, 13k}

Harry just can't be around Louis when he's flirting outrageously with Chad Michael Murray. So what if he's the star of one of the country's most popular shows? Harry's seen an episode or two and it's not that great. Sure, the drama is exciting and all the actors are attractive and it’s shot in his hometown, but still. Not that great. Certainly not great enough for Louis to fall over himself every time Chad enters the coffee shop.

Harry doesn’t want to watch the over-the-top spectacle, which is why he usually retreats.

And besides, it hurts to see the boy he’s in love with flirting with someone else.

Or, Harry and Louis work in a coffeehouse on a film studios lot, and Harry wishes Louis would pay half as much attention to him as he does the famous actors.

☕ A Love Stronger Than Espresso by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix {G, 12k}

Louis is entirely dependent on caramel mocha in the mornings, but soon he finds that there's one thing at the coffee shop he needs more than coffee - a cute barista named Harry.

aka: The one where Harry is a cute barista guy and Louis plays hard to get by using a different name to order coffee each day

☕ John Doe by FitzAndLarry {G, 12k}

John Doe I don't even know you, but I know fo' sho' That you are beautiful, so baby let me know Your name Damn what's his name?

xxx

There's a boy taking the stand at the open mic night where Harry works as a barista, and he's going to find out the boy's name if it's the last thing he does.

An ode to Never Shout Never, and a story about finding a new home.

☕ Coming Home Through the Dark to You by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {G, 6k}

Harry Styles works at the Fox in the Snow, the most hipster coffee joint around. He's got too many roommates and a best friend he met his first day of university who he might very well be head-over-heels for.

☕ ‘Sup by MediaWhore / @mediawhorefics​ {G, 6k}

Gemma really wants her little brother to sign up for a dating app and get back in the game after a messy divorce. Harry thinks he’s way too old to swipe. They compromise to devastatingly embarrassing results.

Meanwhile, all Louis wants is to finish the play he’s been commissioned to write, but one of the regulars at his local coffee shop keeps distracting him.

ft. older larry, pushy gemma, harry being a disaster gay and silver fox louis.

☕ Time Of The Season by alienharry {NR, 6k}

When writer's block stands in the way of Harry completing his second novel, he turns to the sweet-smelling omega behind the counter of his new favorite coffee shop for inspiration.

☕ I Kinda Need A Hero (Is It You) by @fallinglikethis {NR, 5k}

Louis is a barista who’s had his heart broken. Harry is the boy who wants to put the pieces back together.

☕ That's Not My Name by @lululawrence {NR, 3k}

He froze for a second, because he hadn’t expected to be hit with such an intense gaze. Green eyes beneath a beanie and loads of curly hair made Louis miss a beat before coming back to himself.

“Uh, hi. Sorry. Can I take your order?”

The boy (man?) gave a shy smile and said, “Just a caramel macchiato, please. Grande.” Louis nodded as he scribbled onto the cup and punched it into the register.

As the boy held his phone to the machine to pay, Louis asked, “Name please?”

“Oh, uh, Marcus.”

Louis scribbled Marcus on the cup and handed it off, but not before giving the boy a smile and nodding over to where he’d be able to pick up his drink. Louis watched him a bit longer than he probably should have, then forced himself to move on.

Or the one where the cute boy coming into the coffee shop gives Louis a different name every time...for over a month.

☕ A Cuppa Courage by @juliusschmidt {G, 3k}

Liam kicks Harry's shin, picking up another cup to fill. “He seems like he’d be a good catch, if you liked guys, I mean.”

I do like guys, Harry does not say, even though he’d like to shout it at the top of his lungs. I DO LIKE GUYS.

[a fluffy lil' fall coffee shop coming out au.]

☕ cursing the cosmos by 5sexualhomos / @hogwartzlou {NR, 3k}

In a world where people have timers counting down to when they meet their soulmate, finding love is easy. Harry meets Louis in a coffee shop one day. They slowly fall in love, the only thing holding them back is that they aren't soulmates.

☕ baby baby, you're a caramel macchiato by @missandrogyny {T, 3k}

So, yeah, Harry doesn't think it's that far of a stretch to call himself a good barista. There are some particularly bad ones, and some particularly good ones, and, with his work ethic, his skill, and his charm, he'd probably be lumped in with the latter group.

☕  tell me what you need by @disgruntledkittenface​ {G, 2k}

“And a fresh cherry?” he asks, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers. He waits as Louis stares him down, his brow furrowing.“No? What the fuck,” Louis rasps, looking bewildered.

coffeeshop AU based on this iconic prompt:

harry: can i please get a semi-iced half caramel half vanilla decaf latte with no foam using fresh almond milk with a small swirl of whipped cream covered in a pinch of cinnamon and a fresh cherry? louis: ...no? what the fuck

[milqueandsugar]

🌼☕` Date Night `☕🌼

Gen / Fluff

Includes / Carmilla , Vox , Velvette

| CARMILLA CARMINE |

Prefers at home or private dates, she's a woman hated and revered for her work, she's not going to ever put you in a dangerous situation for being with her at the wrong time

Very, very romantic, old school style

Pulls your chair out for you, opens doors for you, brings you flowers whenever she visits

Reciprocate these gestures? She's puddy in your hands

She keeps any flowers you bring her by pressing or drying them, I imagine her as someone who has a small memory box somewhere, mostly built around her daughters, and now you too

As much as she loves doing things for you she likes doing things with you even more, especially if she can include her daughters

Cooking together, trying out painting or pottery, hell you could be doing the dishes and she'd be all warm and fuzzy with love

For important dates, anniversaries, birthdays, or just when she's feeling extra she'll rent out a restaurant or theater for the two of you

Extravagant enough to suit her adoration for you, but private enough she can relax enough with you to actually enjoy the date

| VOX |

There are two dates with Vox, work dates which devolve into either sex or cuddles

Or very public dramatic dates

Im talking matching outfits, paparazzi present, multiple body guards

He loves both equally if he's honest which he isn't, he complains about how behind on work he is while rubbing your back or playing with your hair in bed

Your more extravagant outings are usually work related, like going to parties for networking, wearing velvettes new line or eating at a restaurant one of the Vees recently bought

During your extravagant dates is one of the few times you don't talk about work, paparazzis near by, can't spill any secrets can we?

Happily recalls the massacre of the lowest earners that month while separating your crab meat from the shell for you

Also extra affectionate when in public, he's a proud man, he's proud of you and he's proud to be with you

Arm around your shoulders, holding your hand, hand on the small of your back, always near by

God forbid someone try something, especially when you have a live audience

You'd be surprised how creative someone can get with violence after so long, impressed too if the viscera didn't ruin your new shoes

Don't worry, he'll treat you to a shopping spree afterwards, only cause he loves you soo much

| VELVETTE |

She loooooooves to be spoiled

You treat her as the princess she is everyday however, and dates are the times she puts all her effort into you

She's hand makes custom outfits for the two of you, even if your date only consists of skin care

She likes going out, she's not someone who can stand doing nothing and needs to be somewhere new doing something new all the time

You usually go to spas or shopping spree, on her card of course!

Lots of photos, making collages on Hellstagram, cute couple Voxtoks and Twitter threads talking about how hot you are

You can usually tell when she's about to pull you out of work for a date by how many thirst edits of you she's saving or liking at a time

Your seriously wondering if she's commissioning them cause WHY IS THERE SO MANY

Talking shit your entire date, not about you obvi but she has to fill you in on the office tea, mostly at Vox and Valentinos expense

What is said at the massage table STAYS at the massage table

On the rare occasion you guys stay in for a date you order enough food for ten and binge watch the latest shows or drama channels on Vtube

She even let's you do her makeup I'd you ask her particularly nicely, do it well enough and she'll even wear it out

Her favorite dates of course are the ones where you two get messy at one of valentinos clubs but that's between her and Voxs ten million cameras

She asks for the tape later.

[yeahxsurexokay13]

forget about us, mason mount

summary: yn and mason have been broken up for 5 months and both have apparently moved on from each other but then yn's unexpected new single happens

warnings: the song mentioned is 'forget about us' by perrie because i have been obsessed with it ever since it came out !!!! but for the sake of the smau i have decided to completely ignore the parts where she talks about not wanting to go back to where they were lol

y/n.y/l

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y/n.y/l well, here's the truth of it

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fan1 spill the tea bestie we're all ears ☕☕☕👂🏼👂🏼👂🏼

fan2 we're getting nEW MUSIC EVERYBODY

jackgrealish Reckon this one will make the pre match playlist?

y/n.y/l we'll have to see if it passes the vibes check 🥸

fan6 so it's a break up song 🥲 confirmed.

fan3 are these lyrics? 👀

user1 looks like we're about to get the inside scoop on the breakup

fan4 don't bother zooming in on slide 3 it doesn't work

jobebellingham 👩🏽‍🍳

y/n.y/l 🤫

fan7 WHAT DOES HE KNOW

fan8 not jude's brother commenting.........

selenagomez Love seeing you in your element 🫶 liked by y/n.y/l

fan5 Here come the tissues 🤧🤧

y/n.y/l

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y/n.y/l big thanks to @/edsheeran for helping me put my heart into words and to the amazing @/allieavital for directing this mv with such brilliance and kindness.

'forget about us' song and mv are yours at midnight!!! 🌃

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fan1 aaAAAAAAAHHHHHHH ASFJK

niallhoran YES! Been hyped for this release. Let's goooo!

y/n.y/l thank you! this means so much coming from you!!! x

fan2 i've been trying to make out what the song might be about by this 5 second video and it's safe to say i have nothing

fan3 like wth is she supposed to be seeing on those tvs?

fan4 CAN MIDNIGHT HURRY UP PLZ AND THANK YOU

edsheeran It was an honour to work on this with you. Can't wait for everyone to hear it 🙌 liked by y/n.y/l

fan5 can't wait to watch and listen 💖

fan6 already preparing myself emotionally for this song bc if it's about Mason idk if i'll survive 😭😭😭

fan7 yn's music always hits differently when it's inspired by real life experiences 😮‍💨

y/n.y/l

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y/n.y/l fuk sad feelings

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fan1 a negroni… sbagliato… with prosecco in it

y/n.y/l oh stunning

fan2 MASON IS BACK IN THE LIKES EVERYBODY MOVE

fan4 what if he heard the song?

fan2 he DEFINITELY heard the song lol

madelyncline Did you know i am obsessed with you?

y/n.y/l giggling and kicking my feet i love u bb

fan3 I spy with my little eye... Mason in Y/n's likes 🚢🚢🚢🚢🚢🚢🚢

fan5 this has me imagining all sorts of scenarios please let this mean something

fan6 my babies @.y/n.y/l @/madelyncline 😍❤️

fan7 UR SO PRETTY WTH

y/n.y/l

📍 portsmouth

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y/n.y/l writing about how much i want one direction to get back together next

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fan1 AS SOON AS I SAW THE LOCATION I KNEW OMFG

fan2 my heart is so happy 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

user1 You and Mason are too cute! But seriously, we need that One Direction reunion song.

declanrice ❤️

fan6 "but when I hear your name, it's still so raw. do you ever feel the same way too?" looks like he did!!!

fan3 okay this wins for the most creative way of saying 'we're back together' lol so happy for you two 💕💕

user2 i'd stream that song on repeat until it happens

fan4 mum and dad arE BACK TOGETHER YAY

fan5 if your song works, I'll be forever indebted to you!!!

user3 been rooting for you two since day one!! so happy to see you back together 🥰

masonmount Your biggest fan forever ❤️

y/n.y/l my number 7 ♥️

[delicrieux]

𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫, 9. year one: november, 1972

pairing for this chapter—f!lestrange!reader x regulus black warnings for this chapter—sum swearing word count—3,2k

well, this is certainly a disaster. or as close to ruin as anything can be

author's note: i won't apologize for the wait, there is not point. i am what i am and i won't change

masterlist | buy me coffee☕ | ttp masterlist | < back | next >

the slow shift to november was agonizing for a number of reasons, but the most prominent of which proved to be the least interesting of them all. there was the added pressure of your studies piling up to monstrous amounts, even for a first year, as the winter exams loomed overhead, fanged and thorny. then, there were the social obligations, the song and dance of minute tea parties and lemon cakes. there was matilda and her sharp tongue and her crooked brow directed at your person, and there was dorcas waiting with her broom and you unceremoniously turning her down.

there was the odd discomfort in your stomach and a palpable, growing gloom about the castle that only you seemed to feel. all of these instances would be tolerable, as you are well-equipped to manage, only each night after your birthday you found yourself waking sooner, and sooner, and sooner, and soon enough, you weren’t sleeping at all.

it’s the eve of sirius’ thirteenth birthday. like a spinning vinyl, the thoughts don’t stop, and the tune is bitter. the night he was born was supposedly starry and bright and quiet, much like it is now. behind the curtain of your bed, you hear the girls shifting in their sleep. your head hurts. your eyes are dry. you sit up carefully. you can’t take it. you think you might hate everyone.

outside the room you find it much easier to breathe – how odd it is to relearn such a simple skill, will you have to teach yourself many more things you already know at your grown age? with a hand on your heart beating an uncertain pattern, you walk and walk and walk till the crackling fire in the hearth masks your footsteps. no one is here, but the shadows are long, and the lake behind frigid glass is so deep and murky the moonlight doesn’t spill through.

like a creature trapped in some ghastly nook at the end of the world, you find that you truly do hate everyone – everyone and everything in this terrible castle and what it has made of you. when you sit on the velvety cushions, they are warm from the fire. the embroidery could be better, the tiles could be cleaner, and the whole room could smell of something  crisper besides herbs and smoke. the feeling you abandoned in bed returns stronger, and it’s cold enough to jump into the flames and curl up on the logs and wait till the ashes blanket around you.

the silence is disturbed by a roll of a crystal charm, so sudden and frightening that you startle and look behind you.

there, in the dark maw of the corridor leading to the boys’ dorms, stands a figure, obscured, yet short and familiar – a silhouette you have learned to recognise in dreams. regulus approaches having caught your attention (or more so, you have caught him loitering), and more of his pale features come into the dancing orange light.

“did you do that?” you whisper harshly.

regulus, with his hair dishevelled and his linen pyjamas askew – the r.a.b on his breast pocket gleams, silvery and slick, the closer he gets – seems uncomfortable, “what?”

“i dunno,” you accuse, “that. did you knock a ball over or something?”

“no,” the frown is instant, and his shoulders are taut, “what are you doing here?”

“what are you doing here?”

“nothing,” he responds vaguely.

“decided on a night walk, did you? stop lying.”

“i’m not lying,” he grits, “why are you attacking me? i didn’t do anything.”

you huff and look away, “fine, then. be on your way.”

if it were anyone else, they would have hexed you for your impoliteness or simply left. you want him to leave, so strongly that your hands tremble, and that anger within you is so vast you think it might eat you before it eats everyone else. you don’t dare look at him as he takes a tentative seat beside you, and the tension doesn’t leave your gut till he gently unfurls your hand from your nightshirt (when had that happened?) and cradles it in his warm palms.

you manage a glance. he seems awfully concerned with the structure of your knuckles, the soft slopes and dips. your regulus, you hear that cruel voice in mind, isn’t he the fucking best.

the whole previous display feels completely unnecessary, and you want to apologize, but the words don’t form, so you remain silent. he speaks first, rasp and sleepy, “i can’t sleep,” he admits to your ring finger before he opens your palm and looks at the lines, as though he is about to tell your future, “i’d like to see him, but i know he won’t want to see me.”

it’s such a sad confession. you almost wish you’d never bear witness to it. you can’t think of anything to say that would soothe the ache he revealed to you, and your limbs don’t move, immobilised by the cold and by his careful touch. sometimes, you would lay in bed unable to close your eyes and wish that regulus was beside you, but now that he’s here, you wish he was absent. have you ever willed it, you ponder, him to wander around like a spectre in search of you?

stop bothering me and go back to regulus. he's probably already looking for you.

“why are you so cold?” he asks.

you frown, “because it’s cold.”

he squints, “it’s really not.”

“well, it is to me.”

“alright,” he relents, still examining your palm, “do you want to sit closer to the fire? or i could give you my jumper. i’d have to go back to my room to get it, though.”

“here’s fine.”

perhaps your dismissiveness had given him enough time to work up the courage to peak at your displeased expression, and when your eyes meet, his hold on you slackens just a bit, and he sits up a tad straighter, as though in surprise. twin hazels reflect the room and you, miniature and sickly, leaning away from him. he calls your name quietly, afraid to disturb the austere hush that settled unexpected and heavy on both of your shoulders, “you don’t look well.”

“rude,” is quick and sharp between your teeth.

he shakes his head, “not like that, don’t twist my words. should we go see madam pomfrey?”

a visit to the school nurse on witching hour? absolutely not, how embarrassing would that be, the two of you stood hand in hand like two inconsolable, useless children. she would no doubt be roused from sleep by your persistent knocking, and she’d likely scold you for waking some dying patient, and then you’d have to explain what is wrong with you, though you don’t know what is, and then you’d likely start crying because she would look at you funny and tell you to speak up.

you are no longer five, and you don’t need regulus’ hand to brave the dark mazes of your home, and you don’t need him now, either. so, “no.”

he does not like your answer, but granted, he likely didn’t like anything this conversation had to offer, “let’s go,” he says, “else cissy will see you when she wakes up and you’ll end up dragged there anyway. or would you prefer the whole school watching?”

since when is he so shrewd? you blink, caught off guard by such an astute observation. yes, cissy’s involvement would likely ruin you. if you do look as terrible as regulus is implying, then matilda would likely start some horrid rumour simply to mess with you, and you would end up cursing her bloodline with some nasty magic you managed to smuggle out of the restricted section or the lestrange family crypt. it is best to avoid such discord and save your dignity.

“wait here,” sensing that your mind is thoroughly made up, he pats your hand and stands, “i’ll get my jumper and we can go.”

and so, reluctantly, you wait as instructed, your knees drawn into your chest, but your eyes never leave his shadowed figure until he is out of sight. you wonder what is taking so long.

at last, he reappears, seemingly more flustered than he should be for the duration of his extended disappearance. the look on his face is unsettling, but before you can demand an explanation, he shoves his jumper on to you like some kind of hastily folded blanket. when you wrestle the wool off your face, regulus gives you a tiny, closed mouth smile and nods, satisfied, before offering his hand to you. no longer a rare occurrence, and you are not sure what had caused the change, but you don’t have it in you to mull on it any longer.

you take his hand.

***                                                  

you sit on a chair in madam pomfrey’s atelier. it’s small and cosy, with an oil lamp burning on her table and illuminating the surroundings: the neat files stacked onto one another, the plethora of notes – colour-coded by parchment – and numerated glass concoctions within her cabinets, all more curious than the last. in your murky vision, some appear to be moving, swirling, beating like a heart.

“there it is,” she murmurs, pilfering some potion from its resting place before quietly closing the drawer. her hair is a loose and golden, and there’s a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. when she looks at you, she smiles, a small, kind thing you think might be pity and it makes you squirm, “it’ll help you sleep.”

you have been so apprehensive and displeased to have regulus babysit you, but now you, once again, realise that you would like him to be here with you.

professor flitwick had caught the two of you wandering shortly after you left the common room, but regulus was quick to explain the gravity of the situation. apparently, one closer look at you in lumos had blared some alarm bells, and thus you were hastily escorted without further explanation. the embarrassment was gut-churning, but it might’ve just been nausea.

when you reached the hospital wing, you were given to madam pomfrey, and professor flitwick had taken regulus back to the dungeons, but not before he promised to visit you first thing in the morning.

madam pomfrey pours you a cup of tea, and the pleasant aroma envelops you in a comforting, sleepy haze. the porcelain is very hot in your numb fingers. you pull it closer to your chest and let it burn. the mist warms your cheekbones and your nose.

“thank you,”

“has this been happening for long, miss lestrange?” you shrug at the question, and her expression twists with worry. she fiddles with the bottle, perhaps mesmerized by how it gleams in the dark. then, as though having made some great decision, she quickly returns to the drawers and hides it again.

instead, she takes out a different vial and approaches with a more confident step, “well. in case it is to happen, and happen often, please come visit me and we’ll think of something. but, for now,” she motions to your tea and you hurry to present it. she unscrews the cap and a few drops fall into your drink, “it has no taste nor smell, but it’s potent. finish up your tea and we’ll get you to bed.”

“will i have to stay here?” you wonder.

“only for the night,” she assures.

***

it’s still dark when you wake up, but the lights are on. it takes you a second to recall where you are and why you’re here. when you slowly sit up, your bones pop, and the swishing curtain in your peripheries suddenly bursts with a body.

your eyes widen, and dorcas’ widen right back, “you’re awake!” is exclaimed, quite literally, for everyone else to hear. you can’t even find it in yourself to scold her, but madam pomfrey does make some shushing sounds as she passes by the drawn curtain, “how’re you?” she continues undeterred, taking a spare seat beside your bed.

“alright,” you think of it a bit more, “i suppose.”

“that’s good,” a riveting conversation, truly, but you like the simplicity of it. dorcas, donning her burgundy sweater and a new complicated pattern of pretty braids, offers you a smile, “i was thinking about bringing you a book or something, but honestly, i didn’t know if you were staying here for long. i asked regulus, but he didn’t really say anything.”

it appears that regulus has chosen to be your secret keeper. he had no business telling dorcas of anything, but the rest might be well aware of what had truly transpired, even if that something is too puzzling to put into place. a cold, or some different malady.

“was nothing, really,” you assure her, and it seems to work, “what time is it, anyway?”

“eight.”

“in the evening?” you sit up straighter at such speeds that surely rival the seeker of dorcas’ beloved quidditch team who, you’ve heard, is quite fearsome, “it’s friday, eight in the evening?”

“yes,”

you missed sirius’ birthday. granted, it's unlikely he would have lingered long enough for you to catch him for either a congratulations or a hateful glare (whichever felt warranted at the moment). maybe you would have thrown your glass of pumpkin juice at him, or, more likely, if he would have given you even the inkling of a smile, you would have collapsed into yourself and, hopefully, his embrace.

perhaps he was in a good enough mood to forgive you for the transgression you still cannot name. perhaps it would have all worked out, and your wish would've come true, but it all now lays in ruin, and there is no one to blame but yourself.

noting your change in mood (it must be quite obvious, the spiralling dread you feel), dorcas gently places a hand on your shoulder, "we were worried about you."

she was worried about you. it's a nice thought. perhaps the only thing that is currently not on the verge of disaster.

"no, really," how does she sense you don't believe her? this girl is more than your initial estimate implied, "none of your lot were present for history. i thought you skipped, honestly, was kinda bummed you didn't invite me. i would've loved doing literally anything else. but then the rumour sorta spread that you're at pomfrey's, and then it all started to make sense."

ah, the castle rumour mill, an admirable institution. maybe even stronger than you had anticipated. still, when you search yourself for even the barest of strength to give some scathing remarks, you don't find them. how boring yet liberating to have no fight in you. it might be the lingering effects of the potion.

a few more words are exchanged, and then she leaves you to dress. nothing to be done, you think pragmatically as you finish buttoning up. with no mirror to admire yourself in, you add: he wouldn’t have wanted to see me anyway. if he knew, maybe it made him happy.

the hospital wing is almost as silent as it had been deep into the night. there’s slight shuffling and wispy, tired voices echoing behind identical curtains, all nursing their own woes. dorcas doesn’t seem nearly as uncomfortable as you are to be here, in all this sickness. she only offers you a smile, and wordless, the two of you vie for madam pomfrey.

“i see you’re awake, miss lestrange,” the head nurse notes, cradling a pitcher by the door to her office. her quick eyes scrutinize you from head to toe, and she ticks her chin to the side for you to follow. leaving dorcas behind a few paces away, you are fully subjected to her attention, “how are you feeling? no headaches, i hope?”

“no,” you say, “much better now. have i received any visitors while i was sleeping?”

whatever madam pomfrey expected, it is not that. her mouth pinches, and she glances to the side, “quite a few. besides miss meadowes, mister regulus black, miss narcissa black, and your brother were here first thing in the morning to see you,” her gaze then shifts, once again, investigative, though much kinder, “mister rosier and mister crouch also came to visit, though i had to ask them to leave because of the ruckus they were making. the nott siblings also stopped by,” she then starts naming surnames you know, but not too intimately: the slytherin prefects, half of your house, the gaggle of students in theodore’s circle, just to name a few.

warily, you glance behind you. if dorcas is at all moved by the impressive amount of people coming to check on your wellbeing, she doesn’t show it. rather, she’s examining her nailbeds closely, as though she isn’t listening (which cannot be true, as she’s proven awfully noisy). 

“… i see,” you utter once madam pomfrey finishes. out of all of those wonderful people, two seem to be missing: matilda and sirius. not that you are much mourning the former, but the latter’s absence seems to confirm a terrible thing – sirius simply did not care nor want to see you. maybe the news really did make him happy, a metaphorical icing on his birthday cake.

surely dorcas would know more, but your tongue doesn’t form the words once you receive madam pomfrey’s blessing to abate this cursed chamber and go back to your common room. the silence haunts behind you, broken by dorcas’ steps and the odd hum she sounds when pretending to be unaffected.

she nudges your shoulder, “don’t look so glum. everyone but professor dumbledore and the minister didn’t visit you. blimey, now that i think about it, i don’t even know that many people. let alone friends. cheer up, won’t you?”

yes, exactly, why didn’t you think of that sooner? surely any problem can be fixed with a quick and easy smile. your attempt is met with a snort, “right, maybe not.”

“were you expecting some else?” dorcas continues. the mirth has waned a little.

suppose it won’t hurt too much to admit. it can’t hurt more than this, “…yes.”

“your friend?” she ventures, recalling the drowsy october rain prattling on the loo’s windows.

“i’m not sure he’d call himself that anymore,” you mumble with a weary sigh.

dorcas scoffs, “what a wanker. no need for friends like that. i mean, what could be more important? can’t think of anything that would stop me from checking on a friend if they fell ill, even if we had a row.”

his birthday, you want to say, but don’t. somehow, if dorcas were to attach his name to the situation, you feel it would morph into something unrecognizable. they’re in the same house, and thus, they must share at least a hello or perhaps even a conversation every now and again. dorcas has never really alluded to anything like that, but she enjoys quidditch, and already has more to speak of with him than you.

however… you take a better look at her in the shifting light. surely she knows he and regulus are siblings, and surely she’s seen how close you and regulus are. maybe she already knows the name of the mysterious friend, and simply chooses not to say anything for your sake.

one day, you’ll ask her. for now, though, “do you want to go for a broom ride?”

she blinks, eyes twinkling, “now?” half-scandalized, you’d think she’s not enamoured with the idea.

“it’s not curfew yet,” you say.

“’s snowing, though. won’t you get cold? you’ve just left the hospital wing. i know madam pomfrey seems nice, but she’d probably pinch my ear and drag me all the way to mcgonagall if you ended up back there because of me.”

you stop, “do you want to go or not?”

she halts as well, uncertain. shifting from foot to foot, finally, she relents, “oh, bloody hell. fine, alright.”

[rhey-007]

The Mystery of Love

Fernando Alonso family fluff

|| P2 of Fernando x goth mommy!reader

• | socialmedia au

Summary: After spending the night with THE Fernando Alonso, you two start to act like an old married couple. The following day after your escapade, Fernando invites you to the German GP where all hell breaks loose and rumours start to spread like crazy.

A/N: P2 of "Love is a flame that thrives in the darkest corners of our hearts". I regret choosing such a long title... -_- I had to change it. Aaaanyway... I can't let go of this little fam wjnvhebhvb So I decided I'll make more! I'm really into socialmedia au's recently (if you haven't noticed) and thought that it suits well to continue this as a socialmedia au fic. I already am making another part cause my brain is flooding with ideas. So if you'd like to be added to the tag list just lemme know! Enjoy!

Masterlist

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F1 NEWS

Fernando Alonso noticed on the paddock in company of a mysterious woman and... Kids?

Spanish F1 driver Fernando Alonso arrived to the German GP with a mysterious woman and kids. Asked about their relationship the man denied anything romantic.

"Y/N is just my close friend and the kids are NOT mine. I invited them over as the boys are in love with this sport, and the small one is finally old enough to come and watch"

The man explained. But is this the truth? Fans already noticed Fernando didn't spare the woman compliments nor sweet words. And the way he interacted with the little boy caught their attention too.

Will we see the family alongside Alonso again?

F1 NEWS

Fernando Alonso winner of the German GP!

"I'm so grateful for Y/N and her sons for joining me today. [...] They're my lucky charms. [...] Without them I wouldn't be even on the podium"

Said Alonso in an interview with F1 News after his win in Germany.

His words only made fans believe that the mysterious woman is more than just a friend for the Spaniard. Will we see the family again next week in Spielberg, Austria?

Fernando was quick to answer our question, with great enthusiasm and hope.

"Hopefully. I wish they could attend every race but unfortunately it's not possible. The time will show though"

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INSTAGRAM

liked by sebastianvettel, lance_stroll, astonmartinf1 and 198,200 others

•fernandoalo_oficial: Thank you for being with me in Berlin and helping me win!!!

•user1: the kid adopted him and he adopted the kid. change my mind (you can't)

•user2: they're so cute together dhuwhdxkxjidh!!!

•sebastianvettel: great to see you finally happy! sending love for the new fam! 💞

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: calm down Seb were not together

→ •sebastianvettel: shush I know better 😏

→ •user3: spill the tea bruv ☕

→ •sebastianvettel: nope 🤭

•user4: love how the kid couldn't peel off you throughout all the interviews! You two are so cute!!! 💞

•lance_stroll: old man finally found himself love! Good for you!

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: I'm not old...

→ •lance_stroll: sorry pop's 👴

INSTAGRAM

liked by f1, astonmartinf1 and 250,376 others

•fernandoalo_oficial: another tiring weekend, this time in Spielberg, Austria 💪🦬

•user5: Nando turned into a dad

→ •user6: imagine having such a cool and hot daddy 😩😎

•maxverstappen: those good luck charms of yours work too good... And are too sweet! 💞

→ •charles_leclerc: agree.

→ •danielricciardo: me too! the little one even called me uncle 😭✋

→ •user7: not the random kid already stealing all the drivers hearts and calling them uncles 😭💞

→ •user8: I think he stole all of our hearts...

•user9: is the older one single?

→ •user10: we need his ig 😩✋

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INSTAGRAM

liked by y/n._.l/n, fernandoalo_oficial and 365 others

•kl.au_s: great weekend in Spain! just wish I could be there alone...

•fernandoalo_oficial: alone?! then who would take you those sick photos?!

→ •kl.au_s: not you old man

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: you didn't even tag me :(

that's mean...

•user11: WE FOUND HIM!!!

•user12: THE Fernando Alonso is your stepdad and you DARE to complain???

→ •kl.au_s: he ain't no one's step dad 😑

•user13: you single? asking for a friend 👀👉👈

F1 NEWS

Fernando Alonso spotted yachting with the strange woman's older son.

Fernando Alonso got spotted in Spain, yachting with the son of his close 'friend'. Fans start to suspect the boy was sent there to make up with his soon to be stepdad, after noticing their weird dynamic under the boy's Instagram post.

The rumors are spreading like crazy, although the driver keeps denying every single one of them. Will we ever know the truth?

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Tag list: @morgan-getty

[vetteltea]

Breakfast tea:

why don’t we do C for Carlos

☕︎ breakfast tea

CS55 and 'C: Cum: Anything to do with cum, basically.'

Carlos Sainz is such a feral man; he’s possessive, he’s dominant in every sense of the word. Even the times when you’re on top of him, large hands are on your hips, reminding you in the pit of your stomach that he would be controlling the pace, no matter what. 

It applies to where he finishes, too. Nine times out of then, he’s insistent about finishing inside of you. It’s not even just the feeling, the warmth of spilling into his lover. For him, it’s about the possession, the reminder of him inside you, that he will fuck you so deeply and as he’s coming, lean into your ear and whisper how he would fill you up, mark you as his.

The one out of ten is the times he’s desperate to finish in your mouth. Carlos is convinced there’s no prettier sight than you on your knees, resting your head on his thigh as you lazily suck on his length, one of his hands threading through your hair. He’s desperate to see you stick your tongue out when he finishes inside you, he’s immediately hard again when you do.

part of the vetteltea 500 celebration!

[tuituipupu]

whoever still has the of OPEN UPPPP !! spill about what was posted last night us commoners need the tea ☕

[midnightmah07]

hiiiii how you doing ^^ just checking to see if you wanted to know the latest update on my crush/bf/ex situationship

i dont wanna info dump if you're not interested

Hello Melice hi!!! Ofc oh my goodness spill the tea🤭☕ dw you're good Melice you didn't cross any boundaries!!!! You can tell me all you want🫶🏻

[insidious-journalist]

It was definitely interesting to be able to speak to an Entity face to face, to have an unfathomable being be comprehensible and even predictable. Danny had a feeling that Bass would be happy to see him again, considering the... Fairly good note they left off last time. "I've been well. The Entity I'm tied to has put me on an extended vacation but I'm getting back into business as usual. But a weakness you say?"

He was masked, so the other couldn't see the eyebrows raised. An Entity? Having a moment of weakness? Intriguing. "You can talk to me anytime about anything, you know."

[tonycries]

FATHER

after so many years of loneliness

your child has gotten herself a boyfriend

(i can give the tea if you want hehe)

regards,

Scribbler anon

RAHHHH I'M SAUR HAPPY FOR YOU SCRIBBLER NONNIE 😩❗❗ Tutorial? Tutorial please? 😔😔

Ugh wishing you both well!! And yeassss spill the tea, the babygirls and I ALWAYS have room for tea 😈☕