#I'm so happy with these Grammys and where music is right now

[pineyw00dsshesquatch]

THIS WAS AN INCREDIBLE YEAR FOR MUSIC

I fucking love music

[spencerreidsbookfairy]

apologize

yallllllllllllll if you want this to be a series pls lmk and alsooo should she forgive them and not write songs about them or should she??/

I just sat there.  Listening to them but i wasn't gonna bitch out and change my set, my set was awesome my 3 grammys tell me that 

Stage time

The crowd is filled with famous faces im more nervous about the team then the other celebs that surrounded me as i walk on stage they give a kind clap i decide to shake the team a little bit as i remember they have no idea i heard them 

‘’ ahh guys im so grateful to be here ’ as you guys know i made the song what was i made for, for the barbie movie which was amazing and i can talk about it for hours  

but i will try and make this quick i don’t wanna have you guys fall asleep mid song.’’

The team is in my direct eye of sight i see each and every one of their faces drop especially spencers 

The instrumental starts playing

I used to float, now I just fall down

I used to know but I'm not sure now

What I was made for

What was I made for?  

I take a short  pause during that pause i look at the team who still looks uneasy after my comment

Good

Takin' a drive, I was an ideal

Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real

Just something you paid for

What was I made for?

I think in my head “the songs almost over three more songs and you'll never have to see those assholes again.’’

Think I forgot how to be happy

Something I'm not, but something I can be

Something I wait for

Something I'm made for

Something I'm made for.

The audience claps, genuine claps the faces of happy celebs that enjoyed my performance buried the insecurity that my songs, my career wasn't good enough the team also claps i assume its because they don’t wanna look bitter.

“Today has been such a blessing thank you guys so much.’’

I leave the stage leaving to my dressing room

I knew Spencer would try to come and find me but i didn't think he'd bring the team too.

‘’Hey.’’ spencer says his team practically hiding behind him

“ hey’’ i say back what else can i say my mind i all over the place

‘’ you were outstanding out there everyone loved you, im proud’’

Hm. proud.

‘’Proud? Proud of me? Or your team for not falling asleep mid song.”

The room was so quiet you could hear a strand of hair drop.

‘’I would say it isn't what it sounded like but that wouldn't be true.”

His team is looking at each other figuring out if they should say something

The peppy girl garcia says something first, well she tries to

“ we owe you such-”

“No.”

“No?” she says voice shaky

“You didn't say anything wrong matter of fact you were the only one who defended me, not even he did” I say as I point a finger at Spencer who just looks down in shame and guilt.

“Listen y/n you gotta understand we just want  what's best for reid-”

“Exactly’’ jj chimes in “it's nothing personal were just overprotective” she says with a nervous giggle

“Obviously we were immature and went way too far to attack your profession’’ emily says breaking her silence

Now, i'm a sensitive person i can’t help but choke up while trying to stick up for myself against 5 people 

“i..’ ‘ you can hear me about to cry i look down so i don’t have to see their pity faces 

Where did my confidence go why can’t i talk without crying

“I just wanted to impress you guys with this performance you guys were so cool and nice in my eyes”

They all look so guilty when they can literally hear the cry in my throat.

‘’And you” i say while looking at spencer ‘’ you made me feel like you understood me, understood my music, why i make music.’’ 

“I do!” spencer tries to defend 

‘’ no, or else you would have DEFENDED me instead of bitching out and agreeing with your friends’’

I have never been in a room this quiet

“Anyway i wanna get home and shower its been a long day’’

I get up to walk away and spencer tries to stop me but i pull away and grab my stuff and leave

Prove them right. Make a song about them.

[goldenlinixx]

future!harry / dad!harry x taylorrussell

The trophies are not the most valuable thing in my life, my love xx

"mummy mummy mummy what are those trophies in daddy's room?" taylor is in the middle of preparing lunch when the loud footsteps and completely excited voice of her almost four-year-old daughter light up the house styles. no sooner has tay turned round to look at her little girl than the exact same green eyes as her husband's are looking at her. "my angel, what are you doing in daddy's working place?" "i was looking for rooti" "oh my angel, you know that root has her place here in the living room. that's where she’s lying: look". there lies the little family dog, who has now reached old age, asleep in her basket, completely unaware that her „sister" is excitedly running around the house looking for her. tay lovingly strokes the curls from her daughter's face. taylor loves to answer the questions from her little one. it was only a matter of time before she discovered the "trophies", as she affectionately calls them.

„the „trophies" is the most valuable thing your dad owns. it's a so-called grammy, my little sunshine." "a grammy?" "yes exactly, a grammy … daddy and i told you that he makes a lot of people in the world happy with his songs, right? and you know my love... a grammy is the most valuable thing a music artist like daddy can ever get in his life and career." "so daddy is a superstar?" "yes my little peanut, you could say that ... daddy is a superstar" taylor can't help but smile and place a loving kiss on her little daughter's hairline. they have just finished their intimate moment when they hear the front door slam shut. "i think daddy's back from his jog" as soon as taylor has finished her sentence, the little one is already walking quickly towards the front door. "daddyyy you're a superstar" harry can just about put his airpods down on the cupboard before his three-year-old daughter jumps into his arms. "hello my little darling." this really is the best thing for harry. he has never wanted anything more than to be almost run over by his own little daughter after a strenuous run. "now tell me again peach ... what am i? a superstar?"

harry's little daughter hugs him close. "yes, i was looking for rooti and then i looked in your room and then i saw your trophies and mummy told me that they are grammys." in the meantime, taylor has also found her way to her two favourite people. first and foremost, of course, to say hello to her husband. this morning they hadn't seen each other because he had left early for his long sunday run. she only caught a loving kiss on her sleep while she was still half asleep.

"our little angel was very excited. i told her that her daddy makes a lot of people in the world happy with his music and got his grammys for it." smiling, harry can't help but go up to his beloved taylor and pull her tightly into a hug and a long, deep kiss. of course, he holds their daughter tightly in his other arm. "oh so that's how it is. a hello to you too my darling" "hi babe" the intimate kiss between the two is quickly interrupted by their sweet little daughter. "and mummy told me that it is the most valuable thing you own" harry carefully sets his daughter down on the floor. that he can communicate with her at the same level, he squats down lovingly next to her.

"mummy's not quite right. you know, my love, the trophies, the grammys, are not the most valuable thing in my life that i own. musically speaking, yes, but in a personal way, you are the most valuable thing in my life. you, your mum and your sister in mummy's belly. you know, my peach ..music was the most important part of my life for a long time and it still is to some extent. but when i met your mummy, love took centre stage and i wanted other things in life. i wanted you, for example ... but now i mainly write music or songs because i'm happy. and i'm happy because i have you. you are the most important and therefore the most valuable thing in my life. so love you to the moon and back." in support of his loving explanation, harry gives his little daughter a loving kiss on the head, who then presses herself very close to her dad.

"you said that so beautifully, h. we love you so much too" in support of her statement, taylor can't help but caress her baby bump, which has grown quite a bit in the meantime. harry notices this too and immediately puts his hand on his wife's bump as well.

in that moment he realises once again that his music will never make him as happy as his own little family does. his success can never reach the value that being a dad does. he will be forever grateful that he spent that one month in los angeles and met taylor, the love of his life.

harry and taylor can't wait to show their daughter all the photos and videos taken at the grammy awards that night as a bedtime story. harry has wished for nothing more in life than to be able to show his own children these photos one day. that moment has now arrived and he could never be happier.

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i really love harry and taylor so much and can't help but write down my thoughts and sweet imaginations that keep buzzing around in my head.

i hope you enjoyed it!

xx Celine

[folkwhore1998]

I just don't understand...

how you don't miss me in the black dog

I had no idea what to expect with this album. Taylor's brand is "never let them know your next move"

So, was it going to be more of a folklore/evermore/red vibe? Or was it going to be pop in the way midnights was? I did not think it was going to be straight up pop, but you just never know. I don't have cable so it can be really hard for me to watch award shows in real time, so I pulled a few strings so I could stream the grammys and thank god I did. I could not believe the album announcement and I was honestly gagged about the whole thing.

Now... This is a devastatingly beautiful album and is so vulnerable and raw.

The Prophecy... she literally said "I will go bankrupt. I will give up everything because I am hurting so much I need someone to tell me things are going to be okay and I don't care what I have to do to get this confirmation/assurance. I just want someone to love me the way I love them and I don't care about the superficial things." and she was so real for that.

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived... the first time I listened to it was like 12:30 AM on album release night/day, and I was yaknow, chilling, listening. and then we hit the bridge... my jaw hit the floor. I literally shot up in bed and was like "holy fuck." when i thought the song was wrapping up, it just kept going. Obviously I had to listen to it again right after it ended. (and I am NOT mad about it. I feel this song in my bones) ((My fiance was also dead asleep during all of this and I made him listen to it at like 10 AM the following day))

(peace: i'll die for you in secret ➜ TSMWEL: i would have died for your sins) ((actually screaming crying vomiting idk))

My favorite part of when she sings this on the eras tour is when she says "hey.. give this message to the smallest man who ever lived" and then turns to the audience and starts singing the bridge. She's like "Yup- heres this message, and another thing- fuck you!" literally incredible. i have an emotional attachment to this song. I could write an essay and honestly, maybe I will.

It's so funny to me because every time Taylor puts out a new album, there are some songs that I hear where i'm like "WOW. This is it. This is the song. She summed up my entire experience in a way I never could. I don't know how much more accurate she could get." And then she comes out with some insane song that keeps the cycle going.

(it's the cycle that keeps on giving and the cycle that keeps me alive! no, seriously. when i was in the hospital at one point in my life, i was asked everyday "and what is something you want to live for?" my answer: my cat and taylor swift's music")

All of this to say... I am so happy I was/am medicated when this album came out.

Here is my ranking of the Tortured Poets Department! (This was incredibly difficult because all of the songs are just so good. Noting that I don't think that any song is a bad song.)

The Black Dog

The Smallest Man

The Prophecy

How Did It End?

Guilty As Sin

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

loml (but sometimes it changes places- just depends on the day, but it never goes lower)

Fresh Out The Slammer

But, Daddy I Love Him

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

So Long, London

Down Bad

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

So High School

I Hate It Here

TTPD

Fortnight

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

Peter

Cassandra

Flordia!!!

The Alchemy

The Bolter

thanK you aIMee (thank You aimEe)

Clara Bow

The Albatross

The Manuscript

imgonnagetyouback

I Look In People's Windows

Robin

I Can Fix Him (no really I can)

Honorable mentions:

CHILLS

I was so shocked (I watched on a grainy livestream)

When I say I sobbed, I'm not joking. I texted my sister and said "You need to get on this livestream RIGHT NOW.

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Direct link to the storefront: They have so many cool items!

Check out the link: It's a TTPD vinyl/cd holder and it is actually the coolest thing I've ever seen (I will be purchasing)

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[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias - The Award Part 7/15

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8

Oh, Bernadro 🤭🤭 He just wants Ruben to spill the tea ☕️

Kiera Reed, upcoming superstar, the new it girl, multi Grammy Award winner…or so she wants to be. Realizing that the music industry has little to do with talent and a lot to do with status, Kiera is willing to do it all to give her music the recognition it deserves. Even if that means fake dating the stubborn, inconsiderate and undeniably arrogant football player, Ruben Dias. It is through lies, schemes and hurt that the "couple" comes to know each other. But through passion, love and sacrifice Kiera and Ruben go through lengths to help each other achieve their dreams.

Enjoy! ✨️

Ruben never thought that he'd regret returning to training with his team. It's all he ever wanted since his injury. But to have Bernado follow him wherever he went, torturing Ruben with questions about Kiera, was really getting on his nerves. Ruben had absolutely no idea on how to answer these questions without further lying to his friend about his "girlfriend".

"At least tell me where you met her." Bernado pleaded, as he and Ruben trailed their teammates back to the locker rooms after a day's practice.

"What can I say Bernardo?" Ruben sighed. "We met at that award show that I attended last month. Kiera and I were co presenting the award for The Best New Artist and I guess we just hit it off from there." Ruben cringed with his own reply, Bernadro however, nodded his head with interest.

"So you fell for her right away, and she you?"

"I wouldn't say that." Ruben frowned.

"But she's your girlfriend, no?"

"Yes. Kind of. Sort of. We want to keep things private between us." Ruben thought of the pictures he and Kiera took last week. She had managed to run off before they had a chance to post them to any of their social media accounts. Ruben didn't think it was right to make that decision alone. If only Kiera would answer his calls. 

"I get keeping your relationship private for the world. But to hide it from your best friend. I had no idea that I meant so little to you Ruben dos Santos Gato Alves Dias."

"Oh, please." Ruben chuckled. "At least now you know."

"Yes, accidentally." Bernardo exclaimed. "Something tells me that I wasn't supposed to walk in on the two of you making love on your couch last week."

"We weren't—" Ruben was caught by a violent cough.

Bernardo laughed. "Don't lie now Ruben, I know what I saw."

Ruben wishes. It was all his fault anyway. He had scared Kiera away by not honoring their arrangement. He kissed her, without consent. Although Kiera didn't seem to protest, it left him feeling like the biggest piece of shit in the world.

"I'm just joking, man. I am happy for you." 

"You are?"

Bernardo nodded. "I even told Ines about the two of you and she almost dropped the baby in sheer surprise. We thought you were going to die alone, you know."

"Is that so."

"Yes! But now you've got Kiera, a beautiful woman. Who would have thought that she would be your type."

"What do you mean?" Ruben found himself pausing in his step, skeptically regarding his friend.

"You know what I mean." Bernardo smirked.

"I don't, actually. Care to elaborate."

"Vamos, Rúben. Não me faça dizer isso. " (Come on, Ruben. Don't make me say it.)

"Diga." (Say it.)

"Okay, then. A black girl."

Ruben scoffed in response.

"I'm serious Ruben. For the past few years since I've known you, which is a lot of years, you've usually gone for the type of girls that…"

"That what?"

Bernardo chuckled. "Well they all look the same. To me at least. It's nice to see you expand your horizon, besides Kiera is a really talented singer. Ines made me listen to some of her hits last week. We were even thinking about going to the concert she's having tomorrow at that festival by the university.  I can't believe that you weren't planning on inviting us."

"I…I had no idea." Kiera had really been keeping him in the dark since their last encounter. Did that mean that she wanted to end their agreement? Ruben thought he would've heard from her boyfriend by now, however neither of them had made an effort to inform him about, well anything.

That's it, Ruben thought. He needed to see Kiera again, whether she wanted to see him or not.

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Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 8

[sparkrls]

Bonus: The Brits

MASTERLIST

Summary: Bonus content from my series Keep Driving, available on Wattpad

Author’s Note: If you enjoyed this, feel free to check out the full series. PS, contains small spoilers for the series

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11 February, 2023.

London, UK.

"ALL BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY!" Alliah belted, the highest note she had ever sang in her life. And then softly and gently, letting emotion leak through her voice, "All because I liked..." Her words were barely a whisper, "a boy."

She searched through the crowd, finding Harry's face, and those familiar green eyes. He was wide-eyed and blushing when she pointed at him.

Alliah bit her lip, trying to hide her smile at his reaction, and instead focused on the screams and cheers from the crowd. The applause lingered in her mind like smoke, and she stood taller as she found herself pleased by how loud the crowd was.

This was one of the most elaborate performances she had ever done, wearing a glamorous red dress that was draped in dangerous and elegant ways, with backup dancers and sparklers. The whole performance was supposed to be similar to the upcoming music video, set in a circus.

And sure enough, it did look like a circus on stage but in the most glamorous way possible.

She'd designed it all to be a metaphor, of the way her life was treated as if it were designed to be a circus, all her flaws and creases pointed at for entertainment. She would jump through hoops, walk tightropes and play with fire, just for the applause of other people.

Alliah had to admit she was proud of herself for coming up with the whole concept.

The lights shut off, the cameras turning to look at the crowd, and Alliah made her way off the stage as they quickly prepped it for the next award and the next performance.

She went backstage, where Harry was waiting for her, still dressed in the outift he'd used for the performance, red and black pants and an open jacket. No shirt.

His torso was like a sculpture of marble, embedded with black ink in lines and curves of beauty. Alliah could spent forever tracing her hands over his body, memorizing every little detail.

Alliah grabbed the skirt of her dress that was dragging on the floor, and ran up to Harry, hugging him tightly.

All she wanted was to celebrate this moment with Harry, bathe in the happiness of this day with him, the one person who truly mattered to her.

As soon as she backed away, she exclaimed, "Oh my God that was so cool! Holy fuck, I've never felt so confident. And did you see that little move I did with my hips? Did it look good? It felt good."

"You were incredible!" Harry agreed, kissing her full on the lips as she smiled into the kiss. "You looked beautiful and I loved the concept- you have an amazing mind, Mendoza."

Alliah grinned at the ground, blushing at his compliments even after being on the receiving end of them for years now. He always knew the right thing to say.

"I loved your performance, though," Alliah added, placing an arm around his waist as he placed one on her shoulder. She raised her hand to intertwine her fingers with the hand around her shoulder as she rambled, "You looked so happy and comfortable. Not like you were performing to a bunch of strangers, but the way you look when you're with fans."

Harry nodded, smiling softly as he gazed at her. "I just love being home."

"I get it," Alliah agreed, knowing how the location made all the difference. It's why she had been so comfortable at the Grammys and why Harry was so comfortable at the BRITs. "It really does make a huge difference, a little thing like geography."

"It does!" Harry agreed as they made their way into their dressing room and were helped out of their outfits and back into their 'normal' ones.

Once they were in their usual glamorous award show outfits, Harry hugged her around the waist, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "But I'm always home when I'm with you."

Alliah's fingers found their way into his hair, holding him close while still being careful to preserve the shape of his curls. She kissed the side of his head. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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[icanseethefuture333]

Hi Desi ! Can i ask you who is stray kids would date a woc of different ethnicities ? Thank you :)

Oop! 😳 Time to spill some more tea then 🤭

MTL to date a WOC outside of Korea in Stray Kids:

(According to my pendulum, based off of their current energy / preferences)

Felix

I.N

Bang Chan

Changbin

Seungmin

Han

Hyunjin

Lee Know

Top row:

Left is Bang Chan, center is I.N, and right is Felix

Bang chan's reasoning for being third most likely is because he's very sexually enticed by woc outside of his race. They peak his interest and finds them attractive. I am pretty sure he's been with them before. Some of you guys might not want to hear this but it's giving he wants to soar his oats with just about anybody 🫣. I'm not really getting any romantic feelings, so he seems non committal or he would date a foreigner, but would really have to think about if he'd marry one. He's not really mature yet long term for a cross cultural or interracial relationship. Bang Chan is still ignorant in some areas of other cultures (he just wants to fuck 🥱). It's just giving like he is aware of other people's culture and then when dating someone who's not from the same culture, it's like he think would make a better partner than someone hasn't before. A know it all who doesn't really know it all ifykwim. When its like he can't hold any of his relationships down, he constantly searches for new beginnings or the next thing sexually (for any Bang Chan fans ready to fight don't be arguing with me on anon in my inbox!!! This is his energy for now, he's in his fuckboy era, do not put the blame on me for this! Sometimes we won't always hear the most pure or positive messages about our faves and that is okay)

Ngl I.N surprised me 😳 even though I did channeled before that his future spouse was someone that had dual citizenships (Korean and British). I was pleased to hear what his response was on dating a woc outside of his country or race. I.N's view on dating a woc that isn't Korean is quite positive. He shows admiration for them and has more pure intentions than I would say in comparison to Bang Chan (💀 I mean no shade??? but eh, I said what I said). I.N would be very supportive and willing to learn about his partner's culture or traditions. He honestly wouldn't care as long as they have similar family structures. I.N is rebellious by nature, so he just cares about his happiness and the happiness of his loved ones.

Felix's reasoning for being most likely to date a woc is given the fact he feels like he is an outsider in his own country and culture as well. He is Korean, but doesn't feel Korean enough? Felix resonates more with how he grew up in Australia and misses that lifestyle. There is water here and what seems like a beach. Felix could outpour a lot of love towards people that are different from him now and doesn't judge based off of racial stereotypes. Being able to travel overseas and meet new people has allowed him to open his mind and broaden his horizons. It's almost as if he was limiting himself in some areas (caring too much about labels, what's Korean, what's not Korean, what makes him Australian or what doesn't make him Australian). Controversial maybe??? Felix could feel more loved and respected by woc outside of Korea (I laughed I'm sorry 💀). There is a cultural difference so maybe they are more expressive with their love language where as in Korea they show it differently (I.E: a foreign woc might be affectionate and show physical touch, where a Korean woman would exchange gifts). Felix's view on dating woc could be more so a romantic fantasy or he likes the relationships he's seen in movies, television, or music videos. I channeled this before in a reading for him but I always think of Harry Styles and his Grammy's performance for "As It Was" to be his ideal romance. (Felix fr just as delulu as the rest of us LMAOOO 🤧)

Middle row:

Left is Changbin, center is Seungmin, and right is Han

Changbin is down for whatever honestly 💀. He's not the type to search for love but more so takes action only if he wants to experience it. He's romantic in general so if anyone could handle him and his quirks, then he's happy. Changbin would be very charming. I feel like he just needs the opportunity to meet a woc? I don't think he's ever dated a woc outside of Korea fr. "I had the plan, I just needed the platform" type of energy 🤣

Seungmin would be a hot mess I'm sorry 💀 I'm not even gonna sugarcoat it. It's like he wants to but he's not doing it based off of realistic decisions. It's more so he has an idea of what it's like to date a woc outside of Korea, but he's not focusing on the sentimental value of what it means to be in a relationship. Seungmin is very picky in general and makes romantic decisions based off of his illusions (another delulu??? Free the Virgos please). So because of his high expectations he would not be able to form long lasting connections. Also woc could be turned off by his behavior as well, they would most likely call him out or reject him because he's not mature enough. They won't tolerate it. Seungmin would just get his feelings hurt but it would be his own fault for being so damn sassy all the time 😂. He is stubborn though, so he would keep trying until he learns his lesson and also he finds the right person who can match his energy. The person he dates would require a looooot of patience because he is not easy to deal with. Very chaotic energy, but funny!

The reason Han is one of the members who is least likely is because he is more shy and introverted. So going up to a person and asking them out in general is not his thing. If Han were to date a woc that wasn't Korean, he'd have to be most likely friends first. "I have anxiety bruh." (💀). He'd want to take his time and get to know the person regardless of what their race is. I don't think he has much of a preference, it's just about who he's attracted to within that time. Han would be protective of his partner though and would express his love through gifts, money, etc.

Bottom row:

Left is Hyunjin & right is Lee Know

Hyunjin for being one of the members who is least likely to date a non-Korean woc is because he is very traditional. Whenever I do readings regarding his love life he always makes this very clear. He finds some woc (yes I said some because it's not a large number of woc he likes💀) beautiful, but it's not something he wants to go through all the trouble for. Too tedious for his liking. Hyunjin's fanbase is mostly in Korea as well so he could focus more on that because that is the attention he is used to getting from, so he cares more about catering to his fans, his family's expectations, as well as his own personal preferences. It's like he's not closed off to the idea, but Hyunjin doesn't like change. He prefers to stick to what he knows and situations that are predictable. To try being in a cross cultural or interracial relationship, it would make Hyunjin really anxious, nervous, and uncomfortable, because it is a type of environment he is not used to. I can say for sure say he's only ever dated a woman who was Korean or of Asian descent. Hyunjin would have to work on his confidence and care more about his own thoughts than other people's thoughts in order to be with a woc that wasn't Korean.

Lee Know is somewhat similar to Hyunjin's response, with a nicer approach. In his opinion, he feels like it requires courage to be in a relationship with a woc outside of Korea. He believes people who date someone that isn't the same race as them go through a lot of hardship. Channeled message: "I think if I was a father and my child looked like me, or looked like me a little less because they had features like their mama, whether their skin was maybe darker or their hair was a different texture. People would be very cruel and it would make me very upset as a dad. It's not a easy route to take. Maybe in the future when I am more brave I will think about it, as for now I am okay with being a coward!" (PLS 💀)

I hope you guys enjoyed this reading! I will be forming my own harem with these 4, take care besties 💋

[foxes-that-run]

The 1

The 1 is talking to an ex and updating them on her life, we got to see it reenacted at the 2021 Grammys when Folklore won AOTY:

The 1 was written between March and July 2020. It had not been long since Harry and Taylor saw each other, we know of at least at Ed Sheeran's Wedding in September. Lover and Fine Line (on Taylors 30th Birthday) came out since then, 2019 had been a big year.

In the long pond sessions Taylor and Aaron talked about how it reflects the whole album. Which is interesting when Taylor also sang in Gold Rush that her mind turns Harry's life “into folklore”.

I see The 1, Cardigan and Exile as one conversation (I'll get to Betty). From pleasantries, expressing support and then rehashing their end.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit Been saying "yes" instead of "no" I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though I hit the ground running each night I hit the Sunday matinée You know the greatest films of all time were never made

In the long pond sessions Taylor said the opening line has a double meaning, that the sound of folklore was a new direction and that she was being open to new experiences personally.

Taylor has a similar line to the bus stop, in Cardigan, which is almost a continuation of The 1, “I knew I'd curse you for the longest time / Chasin' shadows in the grocery line” both capture that feeling of subconsciously looking for someone

Taylor says she’s busy, hits the ground running and fits as much as she can in. Ironic lines in a pandemic. The matinee line sounds like she made time to see Dunkirk, but maybe that's just me.

“The greatest films of all time were never made.” I love this line, she’s reflecting that their relationship was cut short. She also refers to it as a film later in the conversation in Exile. The wildest dreams music video also refers to them as Taylor and Burton

[Pre-Chorus] I guess you never know, never know And if you wanted me, you really should've showed And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow And it's alright now

In the pre-chorus Taylor reflects on the different views of their relationship in 1989 compared to HS1. They have both said they don’t communicate in person what they can in song.

'If you never bleed your never gonna grow' there is a similar line in Woman on HS1: "he’s right where I should, where I should be but you’re making me bleed”. The reference here is that Harry should have shared his feelings sooner, or then but didn't.

However, in Cruel Summer however, Taylor said "And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know, oh" so it seems mutual to hide their feelings.

In Olivia, Harry said “This isn't the stain of a red wine, I'm bleeding love”

It's alright is a reference to Fine Line's "We'll be a fine line / We'll be alright"

[Chorus] But we were something, don't you think so? Roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool And if my wishes came true It would've been you In my defense, I have none For never leaving well enough alone But it would've been fun If you would've been the one (Ooh)

I love “roaring 20’s” like, it refers to both her age and “it was so Gatsby that year” from TIWWCHNT, referring the party 1989 era before the gates shut in Reputation. 20 is a Haylor theme also

Also tossing pennies and wishes reminds you of I wish you would.

ME! Also includes “I can never leave well enough alone”

Taylor has described their relationship as 'like the mall before the internet' in Coney Island, an incredibly fun place.

[Verse 2] I have this dream you're doing cool shit Having adventures on your own You meet some woman on the internet and take her home We never painted by the numbers, baby But we were making it count You know the greatest loves of all time are over now

I love the second verse, she is hoping that her muse is living a happy new life. To me 'adventures on your own' conjures up Harry's post One Direction career. Which it may have been with his second album freshly released.

'We never painted by the numbers' is similar to 'you painted my nights a colour I have searched for since' in Question..?

[Pre-Chorus] I guess you never know, never know And it's another day waking up alone [Bridge] I, I, I persist and resist the temptation to ask you If one thing had been different Would everything be different today?

Taylor has a few songs that explore Haylor What Ifs:

Cardigan "I knew you would haunt all of my what-if's"

INTHAF Imagines what if they had met as children, and

Suburban Legends imagines a fantasy of them surprising the whole school in a 1950's gym, as a metaphor for being a power couple at a high profile event.

Slut! “Aquamarine, moonlit swimmin' pool / What if all I need is you?”

We were something, don't you think so? Rosé flowing with your chosen family And it would've been sweet If it could've been me In my defense, I have none For digging up the grave another time But it would've been fun If you would've been the one (Ooh)

More Haylor rosé since Maroon: "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how".

Digging up the grave also reminds us of the opening of Look at what you made me do, where Taylor emerges as a Zombie wearing a dress similar to the one she wore in Out of the Woods.

[jobey-wan-kenobi]

The Grammys suck, but...

... but, 2024 was the first and last? time I ever made it a point to keep up with all the new mainstream music. So, I was invested.

And now I have opinions but no one to discuss em with.

Cowboy Carter is way more polarizing an album than it should be. It has a very good concept and some really good writing, but the execution was just not where it needed to be to produce something "great" instead of "interesting." It deserved Country Album of the Year because the other albums (though there were a few individual tracks scattered among 'em that I bopped to more than anything on CC) just didn't have anything interesting to say. But CC didn't deserve Album of the Year IMO, not even on the artistic merits because I think it can put up a respectable fight against the other noms on that front, but because so far as the zeitgeist stuff goes it wasn't THAAT big. I favored Brat myself because it defined the year but I wouldn't have been mad about some of the others. Ofc New Blue Sun was the actual best of the lot but again, I do think it's fair to factor in pop culture impact into this equation and, well, yknow.

I don't like "Not Like Us" winning Song of the Year AND Record of the Year. Now, I would have been more mad if it had won neither lol, I think it definitely deserved SOTY, but competition for the singles was tight this year and it really doesn't seem right for NLU to take both — spread the love. I also don't love NLU sweeping all its noms. And I say this AS a Kdot diehard. 😅 But I don't think the Grammys should be glazing any artist I love harder than I am. It makes me feel dirty. Almost as dirty as I felt to see Dre and Lucian fuckin' Grange huggin and kissin to celebrate... Disgusting. Yep, I'm ready to exit the "Not Like Us" era. It was a great run! But, next please!! (I say, knowing full well that we still have the Superbowl and that I WILL make it a point to watch. But, yknow. After THAT.)

Chappell Roan as Best New Artist ✅ no notes.

"Von Dutch" and "Espresso" deserved their flowers ✅✅

Happy for "3:AM" and "Saturn" to be recognized! Two of my favorite tracks this year! 🥳🥳

Not mad about St. Vincent getting best Alternative Music Album. There were other good ones but no one was snubbed.

Billie Eilish deserved some recognition for her work this year but it was a crowded field and she's been lauded in Grammys past so it's understandable I guess.

Everyone in the Rock category, however, got screwed lol. "Now and Then" deserved some sort of minor honor because it WAS a Music Moment™️ but Best Rock Song is absurd. It's not even rock! C'monnn! (Saying this as a Beatle girl! But this IS insulting the other nominees.)

Rolling Stones' win is a biiiit more defensible because Hackney Diamonds was genuinely a good album. But. Elephant was better. Elephant rocked, actually. And even if Elephant had been merely as good, yeah, I think ties should go to the band that is actually a current force. The dinosaurs deserved their nomination for real but I think they should really have to drop a masterpiece for the younger artists to be snubbed like that. I'm not much of a current rock fan but if I were I'd be fuming.

But, they got it right with the rap albums! DOECHII THE DON, DOECHII THE DEAN, DOECHIII SUPREMEEEEEE 🐊

Now there are some fair critiques to be made of this project (like the fact that it's a mixtape, and it feels less weighty than some of the albums it was up against) but there was nothing actually nominated that was better than it. Some people don't seem to understand that Ab-Soul, Tyler, and Kendrick's albums qualify for next year, not this year (and damn, next year's Rap AOTY is already shaping up to be a battle of titans! We've barely got underway for the year, and we already have awesome albums that are too hard to choose from!!) And the actual best Rap Album of the Year shoulda been Blue Lips but for whatever reason (I don't know how that works?) it wasn't nominated (laaaaame!) So, of the actual noms, Alligator Bites is soooo correct that I'm actually shocked the Grammys made that call lmao. The music sounds dope. The rap is fiery and hungry. One of the most fresh and fun projects put out by anyone this year. The only competitor I can see an argument for is We Don't Trust You, which sounds more mature and assured and was more popular from the jump — but it also had a lot of bloat. Doechii's project is admittedly lean but every single minute of it is sick. I can actually agree that these two projects are on a same tier, they'd just be on that tier for two different reasons. All the other nominations can all go suck it, though. Laughing my ass off at people saying Cole or Em was snubbed, fuck offfff. Or Common. Common! 😆 And I love Common, but let's be so for real about how much impact Absolution had. C'mon.

Anyway, my 2024 pop music challenge made for an interesting experience. I found some new-to-me artists that I'm definitely gonna keep following. But I don't plan on pushing myself to keep up with new releases across the board this year... Too much like work!

[daily-twice-content]

[NEWS #GRAMMY] TWICE Reflect On Milestone Moments & Latest 'With YOU-th' EP

In this article, TWICE talk about :

TWICE's future together

The tour

Their precious memories since it's nearly been 10 years as TWICE

The creation of the album With YOU-th...

Read the full article here. A few spoilers:

About the process of creating With YOU-Th, Dahyun said that "The song that I wrote the lyrics for, "You Get Me," is a sequel to our pre-release single, "I Got You." The story continues in that there's a connection between the two songs. I also wrote lyrics for another song, but it didn't make it in this album and I'm hoping that it'll make it in the next album.".

(...)

About their debut, Tzuyu says "During the years that I was a trainee, some of the members were already chosen to debut [with TWICE], and I was not one of them. Whenever I watched them during monthly evaluations, I would always think about how perfect they are and how good they are. I never thought that I would be one of the members. The fact that I made it into TWICE and that it lasted so far is still really unbelievable for me".

(...)

About those years as TWICE:

Sana: "When we debuted, I thought our eighth anniversary would never come, but it happened so quickly. Our eighth anniversary fan meeting was so beautiful and we cherished it with our fans and all nine of us. That was such a precious moment. I'm just so grateful that we made it this far and all of us are healthy and happy. I think that's what matters the most".

Mina: "Right before we signed the contracts again as a group [in 2022], we had a concert at Tokyo Dome. At this point, none of us knew what would happen, so we cried a lot and we were very anxious as well. That performance really stuck with me".

(...)

About TWICE's hardships, Jihyo says "Because everybody else talked about happy moments, I'm going to talk about the difficult times rather than the good times. I think the hardships made us solid as a team, and it really made me feel that I'm not alone in this. Whatever we go through, I'm not alone".

(...)

About TWICE's future as a group, Nayeon says "In the last scene of the music video for "I Got You," we are sailing on a ship in the middle of the ocean. I thought that it was a reflection of where we are, career-wise and in our lives. Of course we had difficult times, but I think that going through all of it together solidified us as a group. I'm not going to say that we have a clear destination point now, but what matters is that we are together, and that is something very clear and solid".

[harryedwardestilos]

so, congratulations are in order I believe, firstly on the album, I'm very proud of what you're doing with re-recording your music, and secondly for your Grammy nominations, I was very happy for you, you deserve it. Where in the world are you now? You're still touring right? @taylorsverslon

[whileurmine]

She kept touching him. She kept touching him and he kept waiting for the moment where he asked for space, the moment where he took a step back so he could breathe properly. Charlie had never been any good at thinking through panic when people were close, or at least that's what the last few decades taught him. "I don't," He kept not moving. Tisha's touch too soothing to be that easily discarded. "I can wait, I mean. I can wait however long, I'm not going anywhere, I can— Do you have my number? You can just message me when you think it's right and I'll—" He shrugged. The tour would have to be canceled. No way he was leaving New York now. Not for a while at least. No way he could go back to the life he was living. "I'll just, give me—" When Charlie did move it was to get a tiny whiskey bottle from the group of drinks set up on a nearby table. Taking a swing with a large sigh. The soothing burn settling on top of his chest to slow his heartbeat. "Are you sure this is not a prank?" He laughed softly. More air than noise. He almost did get a kid once. At least that's where he thought it was all going. He was thirty and almost happy, planning an engagement with the ring already picked out. It all ended when the pregnancy scare left him disappointed and her relieved. How old must Chaarvi have been by then? It was impossible not to reframe every event of his life like this. She was ten by then, probably. Seven when he got a grammy. Ten when his relationship ended. Twelve when he took a break from music. Fourteen when he came back. "I don't even know enough about kids to know which milestones I lost." Running a hand through his hair with a shake of his head. There were so many things running through his mind at the same time that some of what she'd said only registered several minutes later, "What do you mean you ran into Matt?"

Tisha doesn't think, her hands just move, one on his chest right below his neck, the sort of grounding, comforting touch she's used to using on friends having panic attacks, not men she hasn't seen in sixteen years who probably don't want to be touched. "No, I'm- I'm here. Like, this is my city. That's why your manager set it up like this. I'm on an O-1 Visa." Extraordinary ability in the arts, which she's not entirely sure applies, but they gave it to her, and her career has been working out alright. "Probably at least until Charlie graduates, after that… it’s not important right now. Keep those.” Tisha nods down at the pictures. “I just need to… give her some warning. I didn’t want to get her hopes up, before I spoke to you. I didn’t know… I wasn’t sure how you’d react, it’s been a long time, and… it’s a pretty big shock. But… I really want you to meet her too. And I think she’ll be excited.”

[stormblessed95]

correct me if i’m wrong but didn’t jk say he listens to songs he relates too or reads the lyrics or smt like that?? he goes back and forth between happy songs and sad songs so it is possible he does feel alone one day and happy the next!! :)

Translation: "Whenever I cover a song, I always check the lyrics before I record! Look at the meaning of the lyrics once too please.. and then listen again. It'll sound different..! Hehehe":

He shared that after posting his cover of "Nothing Like Us" here:

So yes, he is aware of what he posts and what he covers. He knows. But that's also not what he said, for just song recommendations. He also said that he listens to all kinds of music and tries to never exclude a genre, that he pulls inspiration from all types of music and has a broad spectrum of taste, 2018 magazine interview here:

As well as during the Grammys interview in 2018 when asked about their favorite genre of music and what they are currently listening to, JK said "all/random genres" He also has mentioned that he likes to sing ballads and soft sad songs and that he enjoys them during a Festa I believe.

So no, I don't think he is on a Rollercoaster of emotions right now. I think he is just enjoying the feature in Instagrams stories where he can include clips of the songs he is recommending and that he is sharing with us. Yall know for a while back in 2015, he used to share a recommendation EVERYDAY for a while too. Let him have fun and enjoy all the amazing songs he is sharing too. This is the last I'm posting over this topic. You can find all those 2015 recommendations on my masterlist.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I'm on cloud 9 rn Bpp. NOTHING can bring me down today. I'm going to get a manicure, make a cucumber salad, and binge watch jikook content on youtube. I hope you're having a great day.

Ask 2: Wow! 5X nominated artists. First Korean act in HISTORY to bag that many nominations consecutively. Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok all Grammy nominated songwriters. BTS KEEP WINNING. Even if they don't get the final awards, they have WON. I'm so proud of them!

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Ask 3: AAAAAAAAAAA IM SO HAPPY FOR BTSSSSSS

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Ask 4: Kpoppies are going through the 5 stages of grief right now and it's kinda funny cos don't they realize the only reason they can even ;hope; for a nomination is because of BTS? They spend all their waking hours hating BTS and mocking Armys, insulting all the work it took us to break this glass ceiling and then they start crying when their faves are ignored for even nominations?? BTS worked their way up from music show wins on Inkigayo, to MMA bosangs, to MMA and MAMA daesangs, to BBMAs, to EMAs, to AMAs, to the Grammys and other international awards. The entire time kpoppies were insulting them and saying BTS wanted Western validation that their own faves were above that. But now they're crying because groups that don't even have daesangs weren't nominated for the Grammys? Armys aren't my favorite people, but at least Armys aren't half as delusional as kpoppies. It must suck to be a BTS anti cos every 2-3 business days you need to work extra hard to top up your bitterness.

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Hi Anon(s),

I'm especially happy about the nominations for the rap line in songwriting, and for a song in Korean and English.

Anon in Ask 2, just as it was last year, I too feel that even if BTS don't win the awards, they've still won. I can't bring myself to get fully into celebrating for them though, because chances are yts are gonna yt. 🤷‍♀️ BTS will eventually be awarded. Whether or not it happens in 2023 is another story.

Anon in Ask 4, whew, have you got it all out of your system?

I don't blame you for feeling that way though. It's true the fact any k-pop stan can even speak about the Grammys in the first place, like the only reason k-pop is even being mentioned anywhere near that notoriously white institution, is because of BTS and BTS only. It's a fact we all know but because this is k-pop where people get offended for pointing out water is wet, it still needs to be said lmao. I did have higher hopes for another group this year because of their Western partner labels, but BTS is still the only Korean group that is objectively too big to ignore, a group that has a whole discography worth of proof to show they should've been fully recognized and awarded by that institution at least 4 years ago. Any groups recognized today or in the future can thank BTS for the hyper-visibility they've brought to the genre and industry. It's really that simple.

Anon in Ask 1, I'm up to my eyeballs in work today but I loved reading how you plan to take care of yourself. It'll take about 48 hours for the dust to settle and then we'll start getting the really hot takes from k-pop commentators and pundits lmaoo. So enjoy this nominations glow to the fullest while it lasts. 💜

[xneens]

side to side

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: In which you're performing your hit single in front of your fellow Avengers cast-mates and Chris can't seem to take his eyes off of you, catching the attention of a few cameras.

"I'm here with the biggest pop-star of this generation, and she plays the very talented daughter of Tony Stark," the interviewer announced your name, smiling brightly at you as the camera panned your way. The hundreds of thousands of fans at home screaming when your face appeared. "How do you feel with all your nominations tonight?"

You smiled at the camera, giving a small wave at the people watching at home. "Honestly, I'm just glad I was even considered for these nominations. I mean, my girls Taylor, and Billie...they're amazing and I'm so happy to be put in the same category as them."

The lady grinned at you, her eyes twinkling. Or maybe it was her sparkly dress, the fabric nearly blinding you with how it shined under the lights. "If you ask me, you've got a pretty good chance at winning. I mean, your hit single—Side to Side—surpassed, like, a billion views in just a month? That's impressive."

"Well, I couldn't have done it without my fans." you replied, winking at the camera.

It was that time of the year again, where every artist, actor, and YouTuber hit the stage for the People's Choice Awards. With your crazy schedule, and the lack of sleep, you had planned to skip the award show until your friend, and co-star, Chris Evans—Captain America himself—convinced you otherwise. Even with the categories you've been nominated for had been more than a handful, but it was the begging and constant complaining from Chris that made you get off your tired ass and put it into a tight dress.

Your hit single, Side to Side, had everyone anticipated for your performance, unsure if you would be performing until the producers had put your name into the advertisement, making fans blow up Twitter. You were sure they had advertised your own song, along with your movie nominations, more than you ever had.

With nominations of Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Action Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Female Movie Star of the Year (Amara Stark), Female Artist of the Year, Song of the Year (Side to Side), Music Video of the Year (Into You), Beauty Influencer of the Year, and Social Celebrity of the Year, you had your hands full, which had only made your manager glow with happiness.

"Of course!" the interviewer agreed, glancing at the teleprompter filled with tiny words. "It was rumored that you wouldn't be coming, and a lot of us were upset, including me. Was that just a rumor or..."

"Actually, it's not that far off. I'm fucking—oh, shit—oh no!" you gasped, covering your mouth before anymore foul words could come out on live television. Instead of correcting you, the lady laughed, patting your arm softly. "Can't say that on tv. My bad. I, uh, with everything going on, I've been really tired, and I haven't slept in a week. I just wanted to chill, and accept my nominations at home but someone convinced me to come. So, if I say or do anything ridiculous tonight, I'm blaming him and my lack of sleep."

She nodded, clapping slowly. "I think that's fair. Is that someone, your onscreen father, RDJ?"

"He was one of the many people who unsuccessfully changed my mind, but no, it was Chris Evans. He promised me a day with his adorable dog, Dodger, and I couldn't refuse." you said, grinning at how his face had changed from hopeless to cocky as soon as he brought up Dodger.

"If I'm remembering this correctly, Chris Evans is that very handsome man you had kissed in your music video earlier this year. Into You, right? How do you feel kissing one of your co-stars outside of the movies your working on?"

"Technically, it was still acting, and I have kissed him before, so it wasn't awkward at all." you answered, glad Chris had accepted the role. Not only had it sky-rocketed the views and streams, but it made you feel better that it was his lips you were kissing and not a random model's. Yet, it didn't feel as professional as it had before when you pulled away after a take.

In scenes where you had to kiss the Boston actor, it was as professional as kicking Anthony Mackie's ass in Civil War but the kisses you shared on the set of the music video was definitely more personal. At the time, you had brushed it off as Chris being recently single, but now that you had broken up with Henry, you started questioning it again.

The interviewer nodded, squinting once more to read the words off the teleprompter before asking you another question that would certainly make the headlines. "I've been reading up on all those juicy tabloids and I've got one question that would satisfy my curiosity. Was Into You written about Henry Cavill or Tom Ellis?"

Usually, that type of question made you change the subject or altogether avoid the matter but this time, you wanted to joke about your failed engagement. "Henry, but Side to Side was written about Tom since I wanted more Grammy's considering the last album I put out won me a few. But this time, I'm gonna do it without an engagement."

The woman faked a laugh, surprised by the blunt honesty of your answer. "Um, you certainly do have a thing for British men, eh? I don't want to keep you up, but one more thing, for the fans. They've been dying to know if there's anything going on between you and Chris Evans. Any tea you wanna spill?"

"There's none to spill. We're just friends but it's always amusing scrolling through Twitter to find these edits of us." you replied, fidgeting slightly with the hem of your dress. Like usual, you had wondered if you should've worn something less extra but you had let your stylist play dress up with you for the past few months.

"Of course. Well, good luck to you, and I can't wait to see your performance." she said, giving you a little pat on the shoulders before announcing your name once again.

You got off the little platform, immediately taking Chris' awaiting hand, holding onto it as you climbed down the steps in your dangerous stilettos. Sighing, you leaned on him, trying to avoid the blinding camera flashes. "That was more exhausting than I thought it would be. You need to get me some caffeine after this is over because there's no way I'm making it to the after show without at least a few cans of Red Bull."

"So dramatic." Chris grinned, childishly sticking his tongue out as he guided you down the red carpet, stopping when told to take a picture. He let go of your hand, only to wrap it around your waist as you posed for the pictures. "Are you going to the after party?"

Posing seriously for a few seconds, you let your smile back on your face, facing the man beside you. "I was thinking about it, take a few photos, and head back home. Aren't you?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could ditch it and just hang out. You know, I did promise you some time with Dodger and you could waste a couple hours sleeping." he replied, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your waist. Flashing you a shit-eating smirk, he nudged you a little, pulling you away from the blinding flashes. "What do you say?"

You opened your mouth to answer only to be cut off by your manager, Alexandre coming out of nowhere to rip you away from Chris' arms. The latin man sighed in annoyance, glancing at his watch while giving you the look you've seen too many times before. "You're supposed to be in wardrobe right now. Get your ass backstage, and change before you miss your own performance. As for you, Mr. Evans, Megan wants your ass in a chair."

"I'll see you after." you say, getting dragged by your manager, winking at the actor before walking towards the changing area, the cameras following you until they couldn't enter the area.

Getting ready before a huge performance always calmed you down, maybe it was the smell of makeup or the feel of designer clothing made especially for you, but something about it made you feel comfortable and cozy. It was like a routine, especially with all the music videos and movies you had to film, the makeup, the hair.

They made you sit back, giving you your phone like a child while they made you even more sparkly than before, making sure you'd stand out against the flashing lights during the performance. A performance you made sure no one would ever forget. Smiling, you let your thoughts drift back to a certain super soldier as you were pampered.

—

"Welcome to the People's Choice Awards!"

The room darkened, the blue and pinks lights focusing on the stage as cameras all turned towards your shadow. Making sure your mic was set properly, tried to see past the darkness, to see a familiar face or two but with the headache coming on from the tight half-ponytail didn't help your case. The music started, the beat vibrating, you flipped your hair, and started.

"I've been there all night

I've been there all day (Nicki Minaj)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Let then hoes know)"

You rode the bike, belting out in your microphone, the attached headset limiting your movements a little. Gripping the handles, you made eye contact at the camera to your left, winking at it as you pedaled.

"I'm talkin' to ya

See you standing over there with your body

Feeling like I wanna rock with your body

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'

I'm comin' at ya

'Cause I know you got a bad reputation

Doesn't matter, 'cause you give me temptation

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'"

As you had sung, your eyes had adjusted to the bright spotlight focused on you, seeing a shadow of the one person you wanted to make you walk side to side. While you had answered the reporter's question, you hadn't been completely honest. Some of the lyrics had been written for the Bostonian; or to be more exact, your sex fantasies. With the chorus coming up, you let go of the handles, trying not to fall on your ass as you clapped your hands above your head, the claps matching the beat.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I..."

Trying to be bold, you stared at him, his face in particular. The spotlight had blinded you so much that you couldn't see what his reaction was—or anyone's for that matter—but maybe it was a good thing. After all, his gaze always made you blush no matter how hard you tried not to. Pedaling faster, you threw your head back, hoping the motion would draw everyone's—Chris'—eyes on your chest.

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

With the help of a shirtless dancer, you got off your bike, taking the sheer jacket from him, and putting it on as you walked towards the front of the stage, moving your hips in to the beat of the song. Resting a hand on a shirtless dancer, you positioned yourself so you were grinding your ass against his crotch, throwing back an arm around his neck.

"Been tryna hide it

Baby, what's it gonna hurt if they don't know?

Makin' everybody think that we solo

Just as long as you know you got me

And boy, I got ya

'Cause tonight I'm making deal with the devil

And I know it's gonna get me in trouble

Just as long as you know you got me"

Sashaying to the little balance beam at the front of the stage, you made sure your hips swayed more than usual.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

A few seconds after your note ended, you strike a pose on the balance beam, posing for a few more seconds while the cameras turned their attention away from you and onto the queen of rap herself: Nicki Minaj. The leather, pink bodysuit was identical to yours except for the color, her attitude fitting the badass outfit. She began to walk towards the stage, never breaking eye contact with the camera in front of her while the men pretending to work out to the choreo.

"Uh, yeah

This the new style with the fresh type of flow

Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle

Come through yo, get you this type of blow

If you want a ménage, I got a tricycle

All these bitches' flows is my mini-me

Body smoking, so they call me Young Nicki Chimney

Rappers in they feelings 'cause they feelin' me

Uh, I-I give zero fucks and I got zero chill in me

Kissing me, copped the blue box that say Tiffany

Curry with the shot, just tell 'em to call me Stephanie

Gun pop, then I make my gum pop

I'm the queen of rap"

By the time she had finished her verse, you had caught up with the multitasking of both working out and singing, able to use your full singing capabilities for your high note. Nicki joined you on stage, hyping up the crowd while you built up for the high note, almost every camera pointed at you except for the one focused on capturing the headline-worthy expression slapped on Chris' face.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give em up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all night, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)

I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all day, baby) (Ooh, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)"

Both you and Nicki motioned for the dancers to come towards you, curling your index finger at the sexy men. Singing the refrain, you both made them drop to their knees in front of you, as if they were kneeling at your command.

Just as the last note was sung, everyone clapped, the majority standing up, and more cheered. You noticed Chris hadn't done either, still sitting in his motionless while two camera men pointed their cameras at him. Your eyebrows furrowed, thankfully after the spotlight had shifted over to the miniature stage where the two hosts were babbling about nominations.

You were ushered off the stage along with the queen of rap herself, taking a few backstage photos before quickly returning back to your dressing room to change into your tailored dress. Your mind had wandered to why Chris hadn't applauded—not that he was obliged too, but a little something would've nice, especially with all the days put into the performance.

Taking a deep breath, you entered the big room, filled with your co-stars and other A-list celebrities. Little did you know you'd find out the reason to your question in the morning.

—

The loud ringtone woke you up, the sound obnoxious and borderline abuse to your ears. Beside you, Chris groaned, rolling onto his stomach, trying to muffle the sound of the call with his arm draped over his head. Putting him out his misery, you lazily reached for your phone, pressing the green button with dread, seeing the name across the screen.

"Hello—"

"You're trending on Twitter." Alexandre announced, happy with the results of the previous awards show. While it wasn't something as big as a Grammy or Oscar, judging by the amount of awards you had taken home, you became the people's favorite. "Hold on, lemme rephrase that. You and Chris are trending. Number one, world wide."

Glancing at the man sleeping beside you, you sat up, confused by the information given to you. You blamed Chris for making you stay up so late for your confusion. "Um, why? Did I accidentally have another nip slip?"

"What the hell?" Chris mumbled, rolling onto his back, his arm grazing your bare stomach. He immediately took it back, sitting up to look over your puzzled face. "What's going on?"

You shrugged, putting your phone on speaker so Alexandre could explain. Your manager chuckled, knowing you had stayed the night with Chris. He was just waiting for the day you'd finally have the guts to speak about the growing sexual tension. "Okay, Alex, explain."

"As much as I would love to go into full detail, I have other stuff to do so, I'm going to give you the basics. Chris' reaction to your performance went viral, people are shipping the both of you, and there's been thousands of memes made." Alexandre replied, a smile evident in his voice. "Anyways, I have to go. Got some interviews to schedule. Have fun getting your way out of this, Chris."

Your phone screen went back to the home screen, a picture of your family dog, Buster, smiling widely. Looking at Chris, you saw his eyes widened, his hands coming to rest of his face in embarrassment as he fell back onto the bed with a bounce, his head nearly hitting the headboard. "Oh, fuck."

"Are you going to show me what your face looked like or do I have to scroll through Twitter until I find it? Oh! Maybe they edited it in my performance." you thought out load, tapping on the YouTube app. You hadn't trusted yourself enough to log into your official account, knowing you'd probably make a mistake so you opted for having a secondary account where you could watch cat videos without the anxiety of posting something stupid.

Chris' hand snatched your phone away, tucking it in his pocket, the sweats he had slept in was somehow wrinkled, and his shirt damp from the warmth. "You wanna get some food? I'll cook some bacon but you'll have to make the pancakes 'cause the last time—"

"I wanna see your reaction." you whined, reaching across his stomach for your phone. Chris turned his body away from you, shielding the phone from your reach. "Chris!"

He waved your attempt away, rolling off the bed, his feet hitting the floor before you could fall back on the mattress.You poured, getting on all fours, crawling towards the edge. Chris took a step back, brows furrowing. "It's not important. Let's get you some food."

"Fine." you mumbled, an idea making you light up. Rolling off the bed, you glanced at his phone on the nightstand, exposed and easy to take. With quick reflexes, you grabbed his phone, rolling back on the bed until you reached the other side, making it impossible for him to reach for his phone back.

"Hey!" the Bostonian shouted, launching himself on the bed in attempt to get his phone back. He made a noise as you rushed out of your room, locking yourself in the nearby bathroom, laughing evilly when he threw himself at the door. He yelled out your name, his fist banging on the door. "I'm serious! Don't!"

Ignoring his begging, you opened his phone with your thumbprint. How ironic how much he didn't want you to look at his phone when he was the one who insisted you have the password to it. His arguments became louder as you opened up his Twitter, immediately heading to the trending section, seeing both your names at the number one spot.

"Damn, I look hot." you joked out loud, making Chris silent for a second before pleading for you not to continue. You smirked, scrolling through the tweets, trying to find his reaction. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you? Did you fall on your face or something?"

Chris groaned, banging his head on the door in defeat as he heard your almost inaudible gasp, that quickly turned into little giggles. If he wasn't so embarrassed, he would've broken the door down to hold you in his arms. "Oh, no."

Bursting out into hard laughter, you fell into the large bathtub, hitting your head on the wall but you couldn't care less. The expression on his face during your performance had been borderline comical, the wide eyes, the jaw hanging open, the open hand resting on his chin while his eyes stayed strained on you the whole time, never wavering from your body, the sexy choreography making his jeans tight.

Cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West, tears ran down your cheeks, your stomach cramping from the maniacal laughter. Lifting yourself up from the tub, you stumbled to the door, your loud laugh ringing out towards the whole house. You let Chris in the bathroom, his phone quickly taken from your hand but it was too late. The blush on his cheeks wasn't going away anytime soon. You leaned against him, your head resting on his chest, while you panted out a question. "Why did you look like you were trying to attract flies in your mouth?"

Chris groaned again, covering his eyes with a hand while the other rested on your back. "You're not going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Oh, God, no." you giggled, wiping the tears away, beginning to calm down. Glancing up at him, you noticed everything above the shoulders was gleaming red, the embarrassment too unbearable for him. "Chris, you looked exactly like the first time we were forced to share a bed together."

"Yeah, you have that affect on me."

"You gonna tell me why you looked so ... shocked? Or do I have to search through Twitter and go with whatever fan theory makes the most sense?" you asked, unable to keep the smug grin off your face. Chris closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't made you come to the awards show in the first place. You raised an eyebrow, fingers itching towards his phone. "You know I'll do it, Evans."

The man raised his hands, taking them off of you as he paced around the bathroom, deciding if this embarrassing moment was the right time to finally confess. "It's just, you know, the dance was so ... sexual and hot that I probably wasn't the only one looking at you like that. You can't exactly blame me for being shocked, watching the girl I'm in love with—"

Chris stopped as you be watched the colors drain out of your face, immediately freezing when he realized what he had said. Both of you stared at each other, eyes wide, not moving a muscle, barely blinking; the atmosphere so tense neither of you were breathing, waiting for the other to talk. But neither of you wanted to go first, terrified.

It wasn't until you started to feel dizzy that you realized you hadn't been breathing, letting out a huge breath, trying to relax while Chris did the same, his hands shaking, a nervous tick he got whenever he was anxious. You got the courage to speak first.

"What?"

It was better than nothing.

Chris was so nervous he nearly ran out of the room. There wasn't some kind of handbook or script he could read, helping him tell one of his best friends how head over heels he was for her. So, he said what his brain was stewing. "What?"

"What—what?" you replied, unsure if he even said the L word, so lightheaded by the sudden confession.

The actor stilled, eyes widening even further, while his eyebrows shot up his forehead. "What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Say what one more time, Evans, and I will make nothing but mac and cheese for the rest of your stay." you threatened softly, getting tired of not having an answer to your one-worded question.

Chris took a deep breath, hands trembling as he clasped them together, hoping to find the right words, hoping his inner thoughts would come out clear, giving you the answer you asked for. "I'm sorry. What do you want me to say?"

"What you were saying before. You know, before you looked like you saw a ghost and almost stopped breathing. I think that would be a good start." you replied, backing up to take a seat on the plush chair. Chris mirrored your actions, putting down the lid to the toilet before sitting down.

"This isn't the way I wanted you to find out." Chris whispered, his blue eyes trained on the emotions that flashed on your face. Your uncertainty of the situation didn't help his anxiety.

"Okay, um, were you going to tell me in the first place?" you asked, playing with the hem of your shirt—it had been a borrowed Patriots shirt from him. Looking back, you realized all the little things he'd done hadn't been because his platonic love for you. "Or were you just going to keep letting it be this way?"

Fidgeting with his hands, Chris peered through his eyelashes, seeing the hurt flash across your face before you quickly composed it. "Scott was hyping me up, trying to convince me to tell you before you got into another relationship. Do you know the real reason I broke up with Jenny? It hurt like hell when you announced you were engaged. Fuck, I couldn't even pretend to be happy because you were going to have the life I wanted with you, with someone who wasn't me. It was selfish and I got really mad at myself for being a dick."

"But—"

"And then the horrible, horrible relief I felt when you called off the engagement." Chris continued, his heart clenching. "Truth to be told, that was the day I found out I was in love with you, breaking things off with Jenny. Of course, I wanted to wait until you moved on, hoping to be the friend you went to but with my schedule, that was impossible. So, you seemed out comfort in Henry fucking Cavill."

"You're in love with me?" you whispered, hoping this wasn't some kind of cruel dream. If it was, you wouldn't mind staying.

The actor nodded, waiting for you to call him names and rush out. "Yes. You can leave or slap me or whatever you want to do but I love you."

You got up, running a hand through your hair. "Okay."

Chris' heart sank, wishing for any other kind of reaction, wishing you'd do something. Taking a deep breath, he got up. "Is this a goodbye?"

Frowning, you walked up to him, taking his face between with your hands, pressing your lips softly to his. You could feel his heart beat, the little organ beating so hard. You pulled away before he could recover from his shock, before he could kiss you back.

"Hello."

[for-yoongi0309]

I am tearing up right now thinking about how far Yoongi's come. From having his music stolen and barely scraping by to even exist. And now he's out there not only rapping and dancing in the most successful boy bands in all of history but producing for people too. I'm so proud of him and so excited to see what he does while they all focus on themselves during this time. Personally I think he's gonna be a big producer not just for Kpop but across the world and that makes me so legit excited for him. And he's never compromised his morals or himself for the industry. (Which is a huge reason why I'm so proud and happy for BTS to admit and acknowledge they need this time for themselves because it's so easy in the music industry to lose yourself and the message you want to put out in order to keep making money)

Truly. From having his music stolen, doing little street performances with little of two people, nobody, including family, ever believed in him, leaving home, a 3 hour trip alone to an unknown city in hopes to achieve his dreams at 17. Dealing with depression, anxiety, fear of failing, breaking his shoulder, scared he'd lose his job because of it. simply: all of this, his dreams and goals being achievements. I bet if you told 12 , 13 or 15 year old Yoongi that he is going to become one of the biggest (and fastest) rappers in a group who is worldwide famous, winning awards left to right, top of charts, nominated for a Grammy while getting to work with people he always idolized as a kid and as an adult.

Surely he'd scuff, spit at your feet and tell you that you're full of shit, he wouldn't believe you.

at that moment you'd wish time travel existed so you could take that kid to the future and show him how he has done, the lives he has saved because of his lyrics and motivational words during interviews and speeches, how much he has changed and matured, found happiness, learned to love himself, found a group who became the biggest part of his life, his family, his home. His mom, dad, brother being his biggest fans and support. I wonder how things would be and how different it turned out if you were able to time travel and show little daegu rapper Gloss his future? Hm, got me thinking about life and it's meaning ✨ daily. I do think about him and his achievements, everything he has done and everything he had to fight to get where he is now, every day, I become more proud of him. And I'm not gonna lie, I do cry just thinking about everything. I once laid on the floor, drunk and I cried to my cousin about how proud I am of him and BTS. ☠️ My emotions for that man just spilled all over the floor to someone who is clueless about the group 😹 But I hope he is proud of himself and I hope he knows how proud we are of him.