#all of you who got to go to the wembley show how does it feel to live my dream

[voidpacifist]

not saying I'm a huuuuge believer in karma but whoever left/demanded a refund after finding out vessel lost his voice...I'm just saying it IS cold and flu season and I hope genuinely that this kind of ungratefulness is repaid for with a few lost voices of their own ✨that's all✨

[fuckinthewholetown]

Fallingforyou - Matty Healy Chapter One

I’m kind of shitting myself posting this but, it is what it is. If you think it’s shit, feel free to tell me, but please be nice or I will cry. I’ve also only skimmed over this so if there’s any typos, please tell me so I can fix this.

Tags: Slight angst, swearing, mentions of religion, gay, probably bad writing

Word Count: 2309

As much as you love touring, you’re the first person to admit it can get repetitive. Wake up in a random hotel room, get to the venue, sound check, perform, and repeat.

However, today is different. Today you’re performing a sold out show at Wembley Stadium to 90,000 people. This is the day you’ve dreamt about since you were five, giving one woman performances to your parents in your living room. And the cherry on top is you get to do it with four of your best mates.

Your day starts off as normal, doing your skincare routine in a hotel bathroom in the heart of London. You’re living the dream. That is until you hear a knock at your door. As you’re walking over to answer it, you pull your hair out of the makeshift pony tail it was in previously. Before you could fully open the door, it barges open and your guitarist and best friend Maddie O’Connell storms into the room.

“We need to talk.” She says, pacing back and forth.

“Ok, calm down. There’s absolutely no reason to be this stressed. Take a crystal.” You say, pulling some green agate out of your bra. You’re met with no response, just a deadpan stare. “Noted, not in a crystals mood. What’s up, this is the best day of our careers, it must be something big to get you this stressed.”

“You have to look me in the eye and promise that you’re not going to freak out” She says, sitting down on a seat in the corner of the room.

“I promise. Unless you’re shagging Matty Healy or Harry Styles, then I revoke that promise”

“Not exactly… It’s Ross” She says, refusing to look you in the eye. You stay silent, internally freaking out but refusing to break the promise you made to her. She takes this as you not understanding what she’s on about “Ross Macdonald… The bassist of the”

“Yes, I know who you’re on about!” You say, cutting her off before she can say anything else and send you into even more of a mental breakdown. You stand up, now it’s your turn to pace the room. “You’re fucking the bassist of my favourite band and you just conveniently don’t tell me until 5 hours before the biggest show of our careers? I love you to death, but you need to get better timing babes”

“I know,” she says, still refusing to make eye contact with you, “and we’re not fucking. Well, we are but it’s more than that. I like him, and I think he likes me.”

“How long?”

“Six months…”

“Six months!” This information is enough to stop you in your tracks, “you’ve been shagging the human equivalent of Jesus for 6 months and you forgot to mention it!”

“I’m sorry! I knew you’d freak out because you’re a big fan and I wanted to make sure it was serious before I got your hopes up. However, I’ve kinda been forced into telling you.”

You sit back down, confused over her last statement. “What do you mean forced into telling me? If one of the girls is secretly a bitch and forcing you into this, we can become a group of four. I’m a big boy, I can sing and play an instrument at the same time.” That half joke is enough to make her finally make eye contact with you.

“It’s nothing like that, the girls don’t know yet you’re the first person I told. I’ve been forced into telling you because they’re coming tonight, all four of them are watching the show.” And that statement is the straw that broke the camels back, you’re officially freaking out.

“What? They’re watching us tonight? All four of them are watching us? Oh god, I have to look Matty Healy in the eyes knowing I’ve read the dirtiest tumblr fanfiction about him. I read one of him as a priest, oh god I’m going to hell!” You say, putting your head into your hands. Maddie on the other hand does not see the seriousness of this situation and bursts out laughing.

“Him as a priest? Didn’t strike you as the religious type.” A chuckle escapes your lips as you finally return the eye contact.

“I went to an all girls catholic school actually, I love Jesus.”

“You came out of that school with minor alcoholism and even more gay than you were when you went in, I think Jesus would be disappointed.” She quips back. You laugh, standing back up from your slight mental breakdown.

“I’m happy for you, I really am. When are they getting here?”

“Just before sound check.”

“Before sound check?” You respond, falling back into your mental breakdown. “That’s in less than an hour. I’m meeting my celebrity crush and your new fuck buddy in less than an hour? Get the fuck out, I need to do a full face in 20 minutes!”

You all but push her out the hotel room, scrambling to get ready for the biggest moment of your life.

After somehow managing to do your hair, makeup, and put on a hot ass outfit in under an hour, you walked into the green room at Wembley Stadium. What met your eyes was what could best be described as a sight out of 16 year olds you’s wet dream. All four members of The 1975 sat around the table, gossiping about who knows what. As you walk in, the room goes silent. Luckily, your bandmates are there to quell the awkwardness. The pianist of your band, Sienna Turner is the first to speak.

“Boys,” She says, standing up and dragging you by the forearm into the circle, “this is Y/N!” You were expecting to be met with blank stares, but instead the boys jump up to greet you, tackling you into bear hugs. It’s a warm welcome off everyone. Well, mostly everyone. The man you’ve loved since you were a teenager stays sat in the corner of the room, closed off and refusing to even acknowledge your existence. You figure it’s probably just him being an introvert, so you go over to introduce yourself personally.

“Hey.” You say, hoping for any kind of response. You don’t get one. No acknowledgement, no hey back, not even a snarky comment, he just ignores you. This is not how you imagined this day would go.

“Damn,” you follow up, “I knew you’re an Aries, but I didn’t think you’d act so much like one.” You let out a slight chuckle. He, on the other hand, does not find this so funny.

“Good God.” He responds, rolling his eyes and taking another sip of his drink.

He hates you. The man you’ve been enamored by for almost 10 years despises you. The only possible explanation is he’s seen your private TikTok reposts of endless thirst traps of himself. Nevertheless, you had a show to do. And if there’s on thing you can do despite external feelings, it’s fucking shit up on stage. You nail sound check, sounding better than you ever have. Probably a mix of adrenaline and frustration over the fact that your childhood crush seemingly hates you for absolutely no reason.

You exit stage after sound check, immediately going back to the green room to get ready for the actual show. As you’re getting your makeup and hair done, conversation flows. You and your friends are talking to the boys as if you’ve been friends for years and you didn’t just meet them an hour ago.

“So, Y/N. You’re into like crystals and shit aren’t you? What’s that like, I don’t really get it.” George says, turning all eyes on you.

“It’s not for everyone, but I find comfort in manifestation and things like that. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think incense will cure cancer but keeping rose quartz in my bra definitely isn’t going to hinder my love life.” You laugh, trying to keep your response brief.

“Bullshit.” Comes from the corner of the room. The first words you’ve heard from Matty since your brief conversation earlier in the day. The room falls silent and you feel a red hue cover your face. The longer the silence, the thicker the tension in the air. You clear your throat, trying to restrain yourself from going over to him and giving him a black eye.

“Like I said, it isn’t for everyone. I was cleansing my room once and my mum thought I was smoking weed. When I told her what I was doing, I think she’d have preferred if I was doing drugs.” Everyone starts laughing and the room erupts into conversation again as if nothing happened. Every so often, you catch a glimpse of Matty in the corner of your eye. He never seems to move, his phone in one hand and a beer in the other. As you zone out of the conversation, your mind moves to deciphering why on Earth he could hate you so much. Nothing comes to mind, you’ve never met him before and you’ve definitely said nothing bad about him publically. Quite the opposite in fact, as last year a drunk video of you singing Robbers went viral on TikTok.

You zoned out for so long, before you knew it it was time to go on stage and perform the biggest show of your life.

“Ok girlies!” Ava Fletcher, the drummer in your band and also the member you’ve known the longest, speaks up. “This is it. No pressure but there’s 90 thousand people out there who’ve come specifically to watch us, so if we put on a shit performance our careers are probably over. But absolutely no pressure, just have a good show.” You laugh, leaning into the group hug you do before every show however this one felt different. The sense of adrenaline and fear within the group was unlike anything before. There was a lot riding on this show, and if you fucked it up a lot of people would be disappointed. However, all of these feelings are washed away when you’re wrapped into a hug by George.

“Blow their fucking minds out their.” He whispers into your ear. All feelings of nervousness are washed away when you realise you’re being hugged by the drummer of your favourite band. You go around, being given motivational speeches by every member of the band. Well, almost every member other than, you guessed it, Matty. He encouraged every member of your band except you, walking off before you could get to him.

The beginning of every show is always the worst. Hearing the roaring crowds increases your heart rate tenfold, but the stakes are even higher for this show. With one last group hug, you put your in ears in and run on stage, ready to start the show. As the show goes on, you occasionally glance side of stage to where the boys are standing. Everytime you make eye contact with them, they give you an encouraging smile or thumbs up. Matty on the other hand continues to evade eye contact, choosing to watch a different member of the band. However that didn’t stop you from putting on one hell of a show, and that’s what you did. You blew the metaphorical roof of that stadium, it was arguably the best show you ever did. The adrenaline high you had once you ran off stage couldn’t be ruined, even by a moody former celebrity crush.

The moment you exit stage, you’re immediately crushed by a massive group hug involving your band and the boys. Despite all of this, the only thing you can focus on is the hand around your waist. It’s Matty. You don’t think he meant it, instinctively putting it there when he was dragged into the hug. Nonetheless the area he was holding felt like it was burning under his touch, his calloused hands leaving marks on the skin underneath them. The group hug is cut short when he pulls away, clearing his throat slightly and going back to cradling his drink.

You do the rounds, talking to everyone backstage and discussing the nuances of the show and how amazing the audience were. This repetitive conversation continues until you get back around to him. You expect to be met with no eye contact, maybe an eye roll if you were lucky, but what happens next surprises you.

“You did alright out there, Princess.” The confusion on your face is palpable, at both the nickname and his sudden talkative nature. “Princess, like Princess Kida from The Lost City of Atlantis. It’s funny because,” you cut him off.

“Our band name is Lost Atlantis, yeah I get it. It’s funny.” You respond, a dead pan expression on your face. The tension was obvious, you could cut it with a knife. That is until Moon Dixon, your bassist, comes up behind you and wraps you in a hug.

“We’re all going back to Maddie's place to have a few drinks, you joining us?” She says, mostly to you but including Matty in the conversation as well.

“Yeah, let me get into something less sweaty and gross first though.” You laugh, trying to hide your disappointment as he walks off to join the rest of his band.

Get over yourself, you thought to yourself as you walked back up to your dressing room. Just because Mattys a dick doesn’t take away from the fact that this is the best day of your life. You just performed your biggest show ever, and three out of the four members are lovely. But despite this, you can’t get the curly haired man out of your mind. You see him every time you blink. How have you gone from badass pop girlie to pathetic simp in the space of three hours?

Chapter Two

[kelcemenow]

Touchdown - Chapter 12.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 2106

Warnings Some strong language and some smut (masturbation).

CHAPTER 11.

CHAPTER 12.

“So, we’re in US weekly.” Travis said with a laugh.

“I know, Hannah showed me this morning. Is that okay?”

“Of course, are you okay with it?”

“Yeah, yeah if you are!” You switched your call to your headphones, “I just didn’t want you feeling like a news story had been made out of nothing?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it nothing!” He chuckled and his voice was calming in your ear.

You stopped walking as you had reached the gym you were heading to, “You know what I mean!”

“I know, I know! But journalists, you know, they’ll make a story out of anything. No offence!”

You laughed, “Anyway, I’m at the gym now.”

“Okay, babygirl.”

You caught your breath, “I’ll call you before I go to bed.”

“Okay, bye.”

You stepped into the stark white building and walked over to the desk so you could sign in. There was a small queue so you joined the back of the line. You looked around the entrance way, seeing if you could spot anyone that you regularly saw working out, when you made eye contact with someone who instantly looked away from you.

“Hi, Tom?”

He awkwardly shifted his feet towards you and lifted his head, “Hey.”

There was an obvious tension but you continued, “I didn’t know you worked out here.”

“Uhh yeah, I just signed up…thought I’d start exercising, you know.”

“Cool!”

There was a pause.

“I didn’t know you worked out here.” His face was unchanging and cold.

You attempted a smile, “Yeah. So, how have you been?”

He almost turned away from you, “Fine. Did your phone break or something?” He shook his head a little with his question.

“Sorry, it’s been a busy weekend, I had to go to Wembley for work-“

“Yeah Wembley. I saw.” He scratched his neck, “You were really busy cuddling up to football players, it seems.”

The tension grew as you studied his face. His expression hadn’t changed but you could sense a hint of anger in his voice.

You gave a nervous laugh, “Yeah, photographers seem to catch stuff like that.”

“So, that was all it was then?”

You opened your mouth to answer but you stopped yourself.

Tom’s eyebrows lifted, “I see.”

He almost turned away but you stopped him, moving him to quieter corner of the entrance, “No, wait – are you pissed off with me?”

Tom shook his head again and avoided eye contact with you, “Shouldn’t I be? Did you think about me at all? Did you?” He took a few steps towards you.

“We’re not together, Tom.” It sounded harsher than you wanted it to.

“Yeah, I get that.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he spoke.

“Look Y/N, I like you and I just thought you wanted to take things slowly but now I know this has all been because you were busy sleeping around with whatever his name is. Is this some sort of weird kink you have, messing people around? Or is it because he’s got money, is that all you’re after?”

“Excuse me?” You were aware you were starting to raise your voice but you didn’t care.

“You fucking heard. Does he know about me?”

“About what? Not that I need to explain myself, but we’ve been on a handful of dates, Tom. Whether I want to take things slowly is my decision and if in that time I find that I have a better connection with someone else, so be it. It’s none of your business.”

You didn’t wait for a response from Tom. Instead, you walked away from him and out of the gym, deciding to jog home for your evenings exercise. You quickly pulled your headphones over your ears and pressed play on your gym playlist, letting your feet hit the pavement. With each step you felt your aggression ease slightly so you hastened your pace, hoping a faster run would make you feel better. You could feel the burning in your chest start to ease but your mind was clouded with what had happened. Tom had been so demanding, so cruel. You blinked hard and tried desperately to enjoy your run.

As you breathlessly stepped through your door, Jess looked at you with wide eyes, “You’re back early. Didn’t you just leave?”

You grasped for the back of the couch to steady yourself and leaned forward slightly, attempting to catch your breath, “Didn’t…quite make it…Tom…crazy.”

Jess scrunched her nose, “What?”

“Tom…at the gym…just went crazy with me.” You spoke in between desperate breaths, “About Travis…that photo in…US weekly.”

“What? Really?” Jess picked up some dinner plates from the small dining table.

You stood up straight and stretched your back, “Yeah. Really.” You shook your legs and walked towards the couch, “He just started saying…all this stuff…nasty stuff…about us and me…and Travis.”

Jess made her way over slowly to the couch, still holding the plates.

“I was actually quite scared, Jess. He was really…pissed off with me.” You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “It’s almost as if…he thought I’d cheated on him or something.”

Jess hummed lowly, “Well…”

Your eyes opened quickly to face her, “Oh Jess, not you too. Don’t you have a go at me.”

“I’m not, all I’m saying is-“

“Hey, you were all in favour me and Travis the other day, you were so excited for me! Now, you’re on Tom’s side.”

Jess sat down next to you, “No, Y/N. Look, I am excited for you and I’m not on anyone’s side.” She shifted slightly, “Maybe I just hadn’t thought about it from Tom’s side. As far as he was aware, everything was moving along, slowly yes, but for him this has come as a massive surprise. Maybe you should apologise to him?”

Your mouth opened, “Apologise? You didn’t hear how he spoke to me.”

“He was hurt, Y/N. Stop being so stubborn.”

You looked away from Jess, taking a breath. Jess waited but when you didn’t respond, she stood up.

“Or not.”

You heard her move out of the room and the sound of dishes being moved around in the sink echoed out of the kitchen. You laid your head back and stared up at the ceiling, letting the feeling of adrenaline settle in your chest.

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You tried to keep your voice down as you laughed. Jess had gone to bed as she had an early shift at work the next day so you caught up on some TV before crawling into your bed yourself. You were wide awake, reeling after your run-in with Tom when Travis Facetimed you.

“It’s true! The network and managers and everyone made me do it!”

Travis looked relaxed as he spoke to you. He was at home on his couch wearing a casual outfit of a white t-shirt and red shorts. You were quietly pleased that you had worn some decent pyjamas even though you weren’t expecting to see him.

“No way. I bet you loved it, getting all of that attention from those girls!” You grinned at the screen.

Travis laughed and rubbed his beard, “Well, that certainly helped!”

There was a short comfortable silence before Travis spoke again.

“I miss you, Y/N.”

You blinked and your head lifted slightly. A smile crept onto your face as you studied his, searching for any sign of insincerity. But there was none, he looked genuine.

“You do?”

Travis licked his lips, “I do, babygirl.”

Your stomach burned and your clit began to pulse, “I love it when you call me that.”

Travis’ eyes widened slightly and his voice lowered, “Is that so?”

“Ohh fuck, yes.” You clenched your legs together.

“Is my babygirl getting all hot and bothered?” His voice stayed low, in almost a growl, which only fuelled you more. His eyes searched the parts of your body that he could see on the screen, “I wanna see you.”

You titled your head with a sweet smile, “You can see me.”

“I wanna see more.”

You gasped slightly before angling the camera down your body. You were wearing a matching set of red lace pyjamas; high waisted shorts with a cropped tank. You heard Travis groan as you lifted up one leg which gave him a view of your smooth legs.

“God, baby. You look good.”

You brought the camera back to your face. Travis’ face looked hungry for you, a similar look he was giving you back at the hotel.

“I should’ve had you when I could.”

You smiled as you squeezed your legs once more, feeling a rush of blood to your pussy. Travis must’ve have noticed.

“Do you wish I was there to help you out?” His lips curled into a smirk.

You closed your eyes and ran your hand down your side, “Fuck, yes I do.”

“Show me what you’re doing. I need to see you.”

You tipped the camera down to follow your hand as it reached inside your shorts, fiddling with the waistband. You heard Travis shuffle and his breathing began to get deeper and louder. As you pulled your shorts down, Travis groaned even louder and you quickly turned the volume down on your phone. You leaned your head down so you could catch a glimpse of him, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed, mouth slightly open and tongue gently running along his top lip. It turned you on even more seeing him like this, desperate for you but unable to have you. You parted your legs a little to give easier access to yourself and a better view for him. You felt goosebumps as your fingers ran lightly along your pussy, imagining that it was his fingers instead. You were becoming wet and your fingers moved easily along your slick opening.

“Go on, babygirl. It’s me, I’m there.”

You plunged your fingers inside of your pussy, using the knuckle of your thumb to gently rub your clit. You gasped at the sensation, something you hadn’t felt for a while. It was sensitive but you continued, letting the pleasure take over. Your body began to tingle, starting in your feet and arms before spreading across your chest. Travis’ eyes focused on your body, watching it move and squirm, his gaze made your nipples become hard, poking against the fabric for him to see. You sped up your pace, pumping your fingers faster and deeper. You moaned under your breath, writhing on your bed, a tightness building up in your core.

“I wanna taste you so bad.”

Travis’ words were enough to send over the edge, your walls clenching around your fingers. You whined as you rode your high, your head tilting back onto the bed and your back arching upwards, letting your hardened nipples press against the thin fabric of your clothing. The pleasure ran across your body like a tidal wave, making your legs weak and your chest fall heavily. You squeezed your eyes shut and listened to Travis’s voice as you moaned away the sensation, relaxing every muscle and collapsing slightly back onto your bed.

“Good girl, that’s it. Man, you’re so beautiful.”

You opened your eyes and brought the screen closer to you as your breathing slowed, “When can I see you?”

“What, you wanna come here?”

You tried to control your breathing as you reached for some tissues to wipe your hands. Staring back into the camera, you watched his excited expression, “Whatever is easier for you, big guy. Honestly, I just want to be around you.”

He lowered his head and smiled enough so that his eyes creased more than you had ever seen, “I have some time off coming up. Why don’t I get you some plane tickets, you stay at my place and we can hang out a bit?”

You smiled at the screen, “I can sort the flights, don’t worry about that.”

“Nah, baby. Let me.” He winked, “I’ll show you all of the best sights in KC. One of them being you if you pack those jammies in your suitcase.”

You giggled and pulled the duvet back towards your chest.

“I’m gunna send you something, too. Can you send me your address?”

“Well, now I’m intrigued.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

He grinned at the screen, “You’ll see soon enough, babygirl.”

You sighed and laid further down in your bed, lifting your hand to cover your mouth as you yawned.

“You tired yourself out?” Travis smiled.

“Just a bit. And here I was thinking tonight would be boring.”

“I should let you get some sleep, don’t think about me too much.”

You yawned again, “We both know I will.”

“Goodnight, beautiful.”

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Oooof. That man. That gif of him smiling is something. So, we're going to KC! Next chapter will be as soon as I can! If you want to be added to my Taglist, just comment and I'll pop you on the next one.

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[girllblogging777]

Sorry if someone's already asked this, I'm fairly new to your page but what are some of your favorite Taylor Swift songs or albums or your thoughts in general about each one?

𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑖𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 !

↳ honestly i’m so so happy you asked because it gives me an opportunity to talk about taylor’s music so i’m just gonna rant a little bit

my experience as a swiftie :

✩ my first memory of listening to taylor was when i’d watch the shake it off clip with my sister RELIGIOUSLY, even though we were really young at the time

✩ i started listening to her music a little after fearless tv released and became a swiftie during red tv (best era ever imo, i miss streaming atwtmv all day long and romanticising fall)

✩ i had the chance to go to the eras tour back in june, which was the BEST experience of my life. i traveled to london just for the concert and it was so great !

✩ london n2 btw, i feel like we had the worst show of all wembleys and i can’t believe i missed gracie abrams by a day, but i’m still super grateful (i got thank you aimee x mean and castles crumbling)

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my opinions on her music :

✩ i’m personally more of a fountain pen songs swiftie than a glitter gel pen one, although i love all of her albums and songs (all bops idc)

✩ i have absolutely NO idea how to rank her albums because it changes everyday and based on my mood

✩ in my opinion, taylor’s most “taylor” album is red, which is why i have a particular attachment to it

✩ folklore and evermore are BOTH masterpieces and evermore deserves to get the folklore treatment (dare i say it’s better than folklore ?)

✩ debut is criminally underrated and i can’t wait for people to realise that when taylor’s version is released

✩ ttpd is a perfect album, and probably in my top three of hers (i do like the anthology better than the album in itself)

✩ her only album with NO skips (again that’s my opinion) is reputation….

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about ME! :

✩ she truly does have a song for every situation, it’s insane

✩ i’m a this is me trying/the archer girl through and through, that’s for sure

✩ as for my favourite songs, i do have a particular attachment to cowboy like me and you are in love (yes i cried when she did a mashup) and my most streamed song of hers is haunted

✩ OKAY WAIT i’m gonna do a little playlist with taylor songs that describe my “romantic life” (you’ll get the lore pretty easily, try to guess what happened)

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♪ the playlist ♪

“babe”

“my boy only breaks his favorite toys”

“now that we don’t talk”

“betty”

“gold rush”

“better man”

“the 1”

“the smallest man who ever lived”

“peter”

“girl at home”

“down bad”

“right where you left me”

“foolish one”

pretty sure no one is gonna read all that but i had so much fun ! thank you for your question <3

[louisupdates]

YOUR SUPPORT IS MORE THAN ENOUGH - Louis Tomlinson

Wyss [Stefan Wyss at Gadget ABC Entertainment] adds, “He’s kept the ticket prices reasonable – and he never wants to do any gold circle or VIP tickets. I think that’s why he’s so close to his fans, because it’s not about maximising profits. Another reason for his success is that in addition to attracting a mainstream audience, he’s also getting the music lovers because he’s just a very good songwriter and has brilliant songs.”

“In terms of the show growing, our biggest challenge is keeping costs down, because we’re extremely cautious on ticket pricing,” says Vines [Matt Vines, Louis’ manager]. “We don’t do dynamic pricing, we don’t do platinum ticketing, we don’t do paid VIPs, we don’t increase ticket prices on aisle seats – all those tricks that everyone does that most fans don’t know about: we don’t do any of those.”

Rowland [Holly Rowland, Louis’ touring agent] reveals that, at the artist’s insistence, a safety team has been added to the tour to ensure everyone that attends his shows is looked after. “They manage all the safety within the shows for the fans,” she explains. “They came in for the Wembley show last year and have been with us ever since - they’ve been beneficial to the running of the tour.

Dowling [Jack Dowling at SJM] adds, “Louis really looks after his fans. On the last tour, they did a deal with Greggs to give free food to the people waiting in line, as some of them camped out for days in advance.”

With Tomlinson determined to meet a duty of care toward his fans, Vines says that the team now sends a “considerable advance package” to promoters ahead of their tour dates. “Our safety team goes into venues in the morning, and basically ensures that a number of different things are in place – making sure that water is given to the fans, where the water comes from, and at what points in the show it happens.”

- IQ 123, 8.11.2023

Louis via Twitter, 6.2.20, 14.1.20

The festival is being held in celebration of the return of live music this summer following more than 16 months of Covid 19 restrictions. As his own world tour is completely sold out, Tomlinson wanted to make tickets for this event completely free for fans via a prize draw.

Louis Tomlinson said: "I’ve been sat on this idea for the last 12 months at least and now to see it come to life makes me very excited. Personally, playing live shows is the best part of what I do and it’s been far too long since I've seen my fans, so I wanted to put this festival on to say thank you for all the support and celebrate the return of live music. I’ve got a really good feeling it’s going to be a really special night. We all deserve that!"

- Music Week, 30.7.2021

Whoa, whoa, wait. There's one last thing. Listen, arguably the most important thank you, and I do this every night, but let me do this in a special kind of way. Anyone who's been to any of these shows on this year. Anyone who's supported any of the shows online and maybe couldn't make it to a show. I feel your fucking support every single day and let me say how grateful I am. Thank you, thank you, thank you. This year has been incredibly special. I hope it's been alright for you too.

- Louis Tomlinson, FITFWT23: Birmingham [18.11.2023] video harrystyles.k on TikTok

[acesofspadess]

You're Still It

a/n: the very much requested part 2 to this gorgeous work 🤲🏾🤲🏾 this takes place right after the last part

‘I hope you enjoyed the show last night. I'm sure you're probably going on a run right now so do make sure to stay hydrated. I want to see you tonight. Here is the pass. Be there at 3 and give anyone your name they'll know what to do. Let's end this chase before it begins.

-H. Xx

P.S. Tag, you're it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You took a short jog around the block knowing that you needed to be ready and in the car in a few hours to get to Wembley. Getting home and getting ready seemed to be a harder tasker than you thought. In the middle of getting ready you decided that it would be better to just get an Uber. When you booked and saw they were 30 minutes away you panicked, everything but the pulled back mess of curly was done.

You quickly scoured Pinterest for hair ideas, finally seeing a cute one and making the most out of what little time you had left. The buzz on your phone alerted you your uber was here just as you put on your shoes. Getting in the car and greeting the woman you placed your headphones on to try and calm your nerves. The thirty minute drive seemed to only be ten and you were early, not by much but still. 

“Thank you so much.” you tipped her in the app and quickly made your way to the security standing at the front gates. You looked at all the fans lined up and quickly looked away as you weren't sure what it would look like to them if you were just skipping the line. You walked up to one of security and they looked at you happily seeing you dressed up.

 “Hi, I was told to give anyone my name, Y/N. I have this pass too.” He took the paper from his back pocket checking your name off and telling something to the security next to him. “I can take you there if you'd like. Just so you don't get lost.” You thanked him generously as he opened the gate enough to let you in and he walked you around the building and towards a back door. “There should be someone in there to help you from here. Have a great show.” you thanked him again as he knocked on the door for you before making his way back.

The door opened a few moments later and you were met with a face you'd seen often. “Hey, you're Y/N right? Jeffery.” you shook his hand with a wide smile. “HE said you'd probably be here early.” you smiled and laughed lightly. “Well he does seem to know my timing pretty well.” you both chuckled at that. “I'd like to thank you as well.” you looked up at him as you rounded a corner. “For what may I ask?” he chuckled knowingly. “For letting H be himself. He came back the first day with Brad saying he thought it was a trap and how someone would be so open about their plans. I offered to look for him, personally.” you looked up at that. “He told me you sent security,” he nodded. “Yeah that's what I told him too. I knew that if I told him it was alright he would actually go. But when I picked him the day you were sitting with him in the park. He got in the car with such a big smile. He went on and on about how he felt normal for once, how he didn’t feel like he needed Brad's protection. It was really nice of you to offer him the space to be- Harry.” you wanted to cry at how sweet it all was.

“That's really sweet, Jeffrey. I noticed he was peaceful, but I would've never thought that it was that big for him.” you didn’t let your psychology head get the better of you. “I’m just glad that he found a space.” you shrugged as you reached your destination. “I think he’s still at soundcheck, or doing whatever he does,” you both chuckled at the underlying annoyance he had at losing him from time to time. “But you're welcome to sit in here. He should be here soon… i hope.” he winced looking at the clock and letting you before waving goodbye and closing the door. You were now alone, in Harry Styles’ dressing room. Sure you respected a great amount that he was just Harry, a very nice, sweet and cute boy, who just happened to have an abnormal job, but the 16 year old in you was screaming. You looked around the room seeing how even on Night 2 he had a lot set up. Some little things like glasses and hats the fans toss to him. You looked at the picture he had tucked into the corner of the mirror of him and his family and you smiled softly at it. You looked around to find the rug everyone found out about a few weeks ago and smiled as it led to the bathroom.

You eventually sat down and pulled out your phone to waste time. You looked at all of the photos you took last night laughing at the one you took as he was dancing behind you. You heard voices from the other side of the door and when it opened you barely had time to look up before you were being tackled. “Oi, you big baby.” you laughed with him as he rolled off you and fell onto the floor. It wasn’t a hard fall but it still looked like it might hurt. “Fucking hell, are you okay?” you managed to get out through laughter. He groaned sitting up with one leg up and the other crossed underneath. “You came.” he whispered when it was all quiet. “You wrote.” you whispered back, coming to sit across from him. “Thank you for being here.” he rested his head on his shoulder looking at you sideways. “Again, you asked me to.” you shrugged.

He looked at you a little while longer. “I don’t know what to say to you. I just feel so serene with your company.” you smiled softly grabbing his hand in an attempt to pull him to you but he didn't even budge. “Well damn Brad, built a fucking boulder.” He laughed loudly at that and he let you pull him to you. “I'm glad you feel that way around me Harry.”

“H. Call me H, or Hazza. I like Hazza better from you.”

“Well Haza,” you giggled as you said it into the mess of curly hair that was visible on your shoulder. “I'm very happy you feel like that around me. I see the people you work with and how much they mean to you. Especially Jeffery, he’s really nice.”  he hummed in agreement. He lifted his head up from your shoulder and  you looked at him. “You are very pretty Hazza.” his hand seemed to be a magnet to his face as it was instantly there. You pried it down and he nodded his fingers with yours. “Is this okay?” he asked looking down at your intertwined hands you squeezed his hand with a hum. “I mean it H.” he looked up at the new nickname. “I know you get called every name in the compliment book, but I wanted you to hear it from someone you ‘know’.”

He let his free hand clutch your cheek, his thumb rubbing your cheek bone lightly so as to not ruin the makeup. “Thank you.” it was so small, so open, so him. There was no denying your growing physical and emotional attraction to the green eyed man an inch from you. You looked into his eyes and saw them buzzing softly. “What are you thinking about?” you leaned into his hand that was still holding your cheek. “How to form words.” you giggled quietly knowing exactly what he meant. He-unknown to you both- had gotten closer so now your heads were resting against each other. His eyes flicked to your lips before looking back at your eyes. “H, we move at your pace.” you whispered and he panted, “I know. I know. Fuck.” his eyes were watery and you cupped his cheeks in your own hands. “Hey, explain it to me. Throw out words.” he shook his head looking down. “I'm scared.” you lifted his head up so that he had to look at you. “Of what Hazza?” you felt like you knew.

“Of fucking it up. Everything moved so quickly in the past. I don’t know how to do it properly I don't think.” he let the tears fall and you wiped them. “That is perfectly fine Hazza. I promise that no matter where this goes, you never have to know with me. We take it day by day, step by step, lesson by lesson.” he nodded, taking a deep breath, stopping his tears. He moved his hand from your cheek to your chin drawing you closer. “I know you said my pace, and that it can be slow, but…” he trailed off the brush of your lips stopping him from thinking. It seemed time had slowed down, the both of you wanted to say time seemed frozen, but as your lips brushed again, the pounding sound of knock broke the atmosphere. “Fucking hell,” he muttered pulling back and you chuckled softly throwing your head back onto the couch. “Harry, it's time to get ready.” Aaye’s voice was heard through the door and Harry got up to open it but he kissed your head first.

“Hey H- oh hi! I didn’t mean to interrupt.” she smiled at you and you stood up to greet yourself. “Oh no, no, Not interrupting. Please I'd love to see this big baby get pampered.” he pouted at that, “heyy.” you ruffled his hair in apology. 

“I see why H talks so much about you.” Aayae spoke when Harry went to the bathroom. “What d’ya mean?” That was news to your ears. He talked about you to anyone other than Jeff and maybe Brad. “Last night, he was talking about you through the entire hair process. While it's not long, he’s usually very silent.” you didn't have time to answer before Harry was coming out again. “Awe, you look like a teddy bear.” you cooed, the brown hearts with a blue shirt just did it for you. Him in anything did it for you. “I’ll take it.” he giggled before sitting back in the chair for Aaye to do last minute touches. 

You watched silently and before you knew it Harry was walking you to meet the band. You had told him you would freak out when you saw them, but especially Mitch. “ everyone there is someone i'd like you to meet.” he came straight out the gate. Everyone turned to him and you, who was tucked behind him. “This is Y/N. Y/N the love band.” you waved and said hi shyly as they all came forward to give you hugs in greeting. You saw Harry pull Mitch to the side but were more focused on the fact you were hugging Elin and Ariza to fully comprehend.

When you turned to Harry and Mitch, Harry smirked. “Y/N here, learned your ‘she’ solo by ear in a few hours.” he showed off for you and you, much like Harry, smacked a hand over your eyes. “Harry.” you whined before he was peeling your hand off your face. “He wants to say hi to you, not your hand.”

“Hey Y/N!.” He greeted me with a tiny chuckle. Hearing him speak would never get old. “Hi Mitch.” you whispered and he gave you a hug. You saw Harry smiling widely and heard the click of a camera.

“Hey Y/N.” the familiar voice greeted you, you turned to him and hugged him. “Hey Lloyd.” you laughed with him as you rocked side to side. “They went to school together.” Harry told the band who nodded, clearing their confusion. You took one of Lloyd’s extra cameras as you walked down with Harry and you snapped a shot of him laughing. You showed it to Lloyd and he shoved you. “You're gonna take my job.” you both laughed as Harry stopped. “Take pictures with Lloyd tonight.” it wasn’t a command, or a question. “Wait -what?”

“I'm down for that. You always did beat me in fairs.” you looked at Lloyd with wide eyes. “Do you really want me too?” you asked both men. They both shared their interest and you caved. “Okay why not.” 

You and Lloyd walked a different way from Harry. Lloyd pointed in one direction for you to take and he said he would meet up with you in just a second. You messed with the camera a bit to get used to it before walking down the steps to see fans waiting to see the man of hour.

“Let's do this.”

The whole show was amazing. Taking pictures of fans and seeing Harry from all different angles. It was so much fun. You stayed out to take pictures of fans and Paris while Harry went on break. Lloyd had come around to you saying Harry wanted to meet you after the show but you would have to leave early to meet him at the car.

You took in as much of Kiwi as you could before walking as fast as you could to where you knew the ‘getaway’ car would be. You nearly managed to open the door before Harry was running at you and scaring you in the process. “Oi!” you yelled as he laughed, opening the door motioning you to get in. You slid in, slipping off the camera as Harry started to strip. You looked away respectfully and Harry thought it was the sweetest thing. He didn’t care, but he was happy you took it into consideration. 

“You can look now.” he giggled and when you turned to see him shirtless you slapped his chest. “I thought you were decent.” you laughed and he gasped. “Are my four nipples turning you on?” you gasped back, “i think they are.” you faked a swoon and he laughed hardly at that. “You are so high on adrenaline right now.” you giggled and his big smile was enough to confirm your statement. 

When you pulled to the back of the hotel you both must have realised that it wasn’t talked about. “I’m seeing my mistake.” he spoke aloud and you nodded. “On you Haz. Your pace.” you reminded him and he looked at you softly. “I know but are you comfortable sharing a room with me? That's the most important thing.” room -not bed- room. “I trust you.” he smiled at that and opened his door sliding you out behind him. 

You talked nonsense on the way up to his room and you were glad Harry was into skincare. You used some of his stuff to wash the makeup off and he actually was really good at braiding your curls when you took the multiple ties out of it.

“Am I hurting you? I don't want to pull on your hair.”

“No Haz, just keep going. It looks really good.”

And after a mini fight with him on saying either you slept in the bed together or you took the couch he grumbled under his breath as he snuggled into you. “I wanna take you on a date.” he whispered into the dark room. “Oh really?” it was all a bit backwards. “Yeah, I just wanted to hold you tonight, but I'm gonna do this right. I'm going to get you flowers and then take you out for breakfast then bring you to a show, and drop you off at home and hope to see you again and again.”

You giggled at his whiny but deep voice. “You mean the show I now work at?” he giggled and you felt his breath fan across your neck. “Yeah, that show.” you scoffed jokingly and he giggled again as you raked your fingers through his hair. You both were close to letting the sleep succumb you before Harry spoke sleepily. “Hey?” you hummed in acknowledgement. “You're still it.” you giggled sleepily before tilting his head up towards yours and you saw how his green eyes glowed. 

You looked at his lips and back to his eyes seeing him nod softly. You brushed your lips against his pulling back before he could properly connect them. He whined but you cut him by connecting your lips to his and his whine turned into a sigh. It was a very sleepy kiss. Multiple pecks of appreciation and growing love shared. You both pulled back when you both knew if you kept going it wouldn’t stop. “Hey H?” he hummed at you blissed out and eyes closed. 

“Now you’re it.”

[lunar-years]

it always makes me laugh a lil when sharon asks if ted is good at his job and he replies "yes" so confidently like. . .i get that he was legit good in america but at that point in the show, even putting personal dynamics aside his team has just been relegated and they haven't won a single game all season. and then you think about how he handles conflict in the team. . .i always wonder if beard had told ted it was jamie's dad who beat him up after wembley, if ted's advice to jamie would have been different

HELP sdbjabghj. I recently rewatched the episode where he gives the rom-communism speech (which is such a funny scene... however) it's interesting that the point of it is basically "i don't care what our record is" and "everything is going to work out in the end" which is like ???? he literally sets NO measurable goals for this team and then says "our job is to have zero expectations" like HELLO? no it's not? that's a wild, nonsensical thing to say about managing a professional sports team. also, it's like the fight he got into on that same topic with beard at the end of the first season just went WHOOSH right out of this man's head!!!

Ted is very good at team bonding and encouraging positivity/optimism and he is very bad at like. literally every other aspect of his job..... 😭

also the topic of what ted would've said to Jamie if he knew the full story is SUCH an interesting discussion and i hate to say this but i almost feel he would've said exactly the same things? Sure, he doesn't know Jamie's dad nearly murdered Beard, but he has witnessed by that point two very blatant instances of James Sr. abusing Jamie (in the boot room and then Wembley) and he still says what he does, so. I think Ted is so detached from the reality of Jamie's situation, because he's superimposing his OWN stuff with both his own father and as a father to Henry over Jamie's very different lived experiences. he sees jamie's bad dad and his brain goes: I'M a bad dad :( and then he needs henry to forgive him for that and so tells Jamie to forgive his own bad dad. and of course the situations are not at all the same nor comparable but it's ted's mind playing tricks on him and making it impossible to distinguish the two. so idk i'm not sure it would've made a difference knowing one more detail, because it was never actually about jamie and jamie's dad to begin with, you know? not for ted.

[thegreatimpersonator]

i really don't think that anon, whose first language likely isn't english, really needed so much berating for saying "complicit" which yes, was the wrong word, but can we all take a moment and chill?

we have about 200.000 people who are currently being treated like scum wherever they turn just because we're looking for the barest of bare minimum of compassion from someone we've been looking forward to seeing for almost two years, and spent thousands on during difficult financial times because this is the first time she's coming to this part of the world. im glad we're all alive and well, but how about everyone takes a moment to realize they're a lot more likely to hurt someone they might know during this time. and it's just because they're treating a celebrity who's never going to see what people are saying about her online like she's in need of a knight in keyboard armor. she doesn't. she said it herself - sanctimoniously performing soliloquies i'll never see

it's not like she's going to commit a crime by sharing "i love all my fans" with that handwriting font on her story. it's not like isis specifically has it out for swifties. they could have planned it for last night when ed was performing. or next week for coldplay. but no, this event drew in the biggest crowd, which means the most harm potential. even london officials and representatives for wembley talked about it to let fans know what was going to happen. literally not a thing is stopping her

but no, the fault likes with vienna swifties for even getting tickets to the show. for spending money to arrange the one trip we can afford a trip throughout the year to see someone we look up to. for having feelings? and wanting her to acknowledge us? does anyone realize TN didn't even like a single swiftie post that was under the vienna shows? let alone repost outfits like it usually happens. how is that going to harm anyone? i would LOVE to give her and her team a pass for all of this and forget it, but we're all receiving SO MUCH vitriol for just being disappointed!

would you like a list of the things swifties are calling the disappointed fans in vienna? defending taylor staying silent about vienna and saying to be empathetic towards taylor while simultaneously harrassing the fans who were equally if not more affected by the whole situation in the same breath? but all we got was eight different ttpd variants, and photos of her attending a party? im glad she's doing well, i wish she had the tiniest minuscule of compassion for us - which right now no she doesn't because everyone on her team is acting like there was never even supposed to be a single show in vienna. it hurts. like kim and kanye are more important to her and what happened almost a decade ago compared to us. im glad im alive and okay. i wish people didn't keep wishing i had died for feeling disappointed taylor not saying she's also glad. that's all.

first of all, while I can't speak for everyone in the fandom, those I know of are in no way critical of swifties who were attending. I'm sorry if you were made to feel like you were in the wrong in any way, but there's endless empathy and kindness towards everyone involved - even taylor. She literally could have been asked to not speak about it by officials investigating the situation, and bringing any more attention to the attack could potentially attract more harm in turn. I don't know what her reason for not speaking out is, and I'm sorry it's hurtful to vienna swifties that she isn't acknowledging the situation right now

[jamiesfootball]

Oh oh oh oh! I noticed you did not list the Jamie falling asleep 5+1 fic, does that mean the title is there??? 👀

And as much as I’m always begging for posts from the others hit me with some info about Heaven Sent a Hurricane and/or The Greater Richmond Pet Acquisition!

Yes it does mean that. You are keen sighted. The 5+1 has now been named 'I still feel like the same person I’ve been' and I am quite happy with the title (it works on every level I wanted it to!) Bonus: I think I may get into edits on ch 1 for it this week (pray pray pray I did not jinx myself by saying that)

Heaven Sent a Hurricane - this is my darker timeline that is based off of this idea I had that is basically 'what if Roy and Keeley never broke up, so Roy never trained Jamie, and then Amsterdam happened?' This one interested me for two aspects:

1) I love angst, and Jamie in the Zava era with no hope in sight? Endless possibilities.

2) The Roy and Keeley relationship, and particularly the idea that they would have to learn and grow as a couple but with the fun addition of the exploration of non-traditional relationships. Keeley is coming to terms with the fact that she may just be polyamorous, specifically in terms of Jack coming around, and what does that mean when she is trying her hardest to make it work with her boyfriend who she really does love?

In its original iteration it was a not-the-way-you're-thinking Roy/Keeley/Jamie endgame, with Keeley being poly, Jamie being aromantic, and Roy's poor search history being sacrificed in a fucking bonfire after all the googling he's had to do. But I also go back and forth on how much fucking effort that sounds like, especially since I would start in a depressing angsty place and end up in a somewhat crack-tastic place, so it very well could end up one series called Jamie Going Through It (Zava Style) that would focus only on Jamie and his mental state, and another series called Everybody's Incompatible Bitch; Let's Go Eat Some Fruit (Who Has the Wi-Fi Password?)

The Greater Richmond Pet Acquisition is that other damn thing I blog about that begins with Give Jamie Tartt A Cat but eventually has spread to me assigning animals to the entire team. The main story in this one is that Jamie comes back in S2 and befriends Higgins, who shows him pictures of the late Cindy Clawford, and then Jamie decides to go out and adopt a cat. THE GIANTEST AND FLUFFIEST CAT. PURE SEROTONIN IS HIDDEN IN THAT FUR.

It's positively fluffy (when it's not absolutely gutting you with feelings), right until Wembley happens and after his dad leaves and the hug is settled Jamie has a complete fucking panic attack that he has to get home now or his dad is going to hurt his fucking cat. At which point like, they got to talk about the abuse, man. Fuck.

[sheinthatfandom]

Tonight is the night!!! God the card for dynasty is so fucking stacked literally the only one I’m like eww no is Jericho and even then I’d be fine if he was on zero hour but whatever. Anyway time for me to make my winner predictions of who I want vs what I think is booked to win

Zero hour

Let’s start with Trent vs Matt sydal: I’d love to see Trent lose because I’m a Yuta girl and Trent should always lose lol. But more than likely especially cause of the best friend breakup storyline Trent would need the win far more and it would make sense for him to win over Matt who involved himself in the feud and helped orange.

Orange and shibata Vs Shane taylor promotions: it’s orange and shibata even if Anthony cheats and gets involved I can’t see orange and shibata losing ohhh unless Trent’s match actually does go first and he causes orange to lose… seems like a lot for a buy in though

The acclaimed vs bullet club gold: THIS SHOULD BE ON THE MAIN CARD!!! How tf is the unification of the two actual company belts not be put on the main card the actual FUCK!!! Tk I hope your pillow is never cool. I want BCG to win they’re fun, they’re entertaining, they’ll be insufferable as double champs, they will have a feud with anyone. Thanks to the win on dynamite though I think it’s gonna be the acclaimed who will be booked to win and make all the belts useless because they’re never on tv they have zero feuds going on and caster will continue to be a cunt online.

Main card time

Jericho vs hook: this should be on the pre show the ftw belt is not legitimate and there’s been no real build for this they didn’t even have beef until Wednesday. Anyway I wanna see Hook win cause Jericho needs to go far away but I feel like Jericho booked himself to win to hold the ftw belt and will probably have a run in from Sammy.

Rated R chicken Kings vs house of black: I have no idea if that’s their name they have no name and I love them for it lol Eddie and mark should never suffer losses ever actually. Plus it’s a team of champions sorry HOB

Julia vs willow: I think with the storyline and Mercedes and Julia’s injuries we’re getting a title change. Julia wasn’t a bad champ at all and honestly made the tbs title a big deal it just sucks she got injured and couldn’t be on tv every week fighting. Willow will be a great champion and Julia can still be spooky and get involved.

Okada va pac: okada stole Eddie’s belt no one should beat him but Eddie in my humble simp opinion.

The young bucks vs ftr: if the fucking bucks lose again I will be cursing tk to lose all the hair on his head and grow it out of his nose and asshole. The bucks shoulda NEVER loss at Wembley and they need their win back. Especially after seeing the video nope evps win hire me as the ref I’ll make sure to count correctly

Kyle vs rodrick: I know with the whole never able to pivot and the Adam and mjf injury thing we haven’t been able to do the Undisputed Kingdom storyline like everyone wanted but let it GO! Give Kyle his win give Kyle the belt give Kyle the fucking WORLD okay my beautiful sad eyed air guitar boo boo kitty man gets it all.

Toni storm vs thunder Rosa: the way I need Toni to go berserk on Rosa but also for deonna to get involved in a if I can’t beat her I’ll be damned you will story beat. Personally the only person who should dethrone Toni is Mariah and she’s not ready yet.

Will Vs Bryan: is it too early to call this match of the night i mean we all know that it’s gonna be right? Personally I’d love to see Bryan take the win prove he’s still the best (make zacks win that much more legitimate) and piss off don that his golden goose lost (3 days before his other teams loss when mox spanks Hobbs) and drive more a wedge between don and will forcing Kyle to make a choice (not my brain jumping right back to cakeys will Claudio Kyle fic high key rec)But this is tk and wills first PPV as a full time aew worker it’s probably gonna be him

Samoa Joe Vs Swerve Strickland: OUR FIRST EVER BLACK AEW MENS WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!!

[caralara]

"and also I have a lot of complicated and sad feelings about harry I need to process!" Can you expand on this? (If it's not personal of course)

oooooof anon I don’t even know where to start

Maybe with the fact I’m severely sleep deprived after the week of wembley? And that I will probably change my mind tomorrow after a good nights sleep again? Or that I’m super sad and a little embarrassed about having these feelings and thoughts in the first place?

At almost every harry show I’ve had an existential crisis at some point during the concert, of “what am I doing here? Why am I like this? Why do I spend so much money and time and energy and attention on this? Why don’t I have more of a ‘real life’? Why am I such a loser? Why do I feel like I missed my chances and became a little-below-average-adult instead of the special unique star my mum always said I would be? Why do I know all these thoughts are there bc I’m depressed and a little too self aware and hanging on by a thread, it feels like, desperately trying to find the next thing to look forward to in order to not notice how little I feel overall anymore and how little I care at all about keeping on living?” (Wow that got depressing sorry)

But this does kind of take me out of the experience for a second. And then when I see harry. i see him and his face up close. And I’ve always prided myself on the fact I’m extremely good at reading people, (let’s forget for a second I could always be wrong obv for the sake of this explanation), and what I see when I look at harry is a completely crafted stage persona (fair enough) but like - it didn’t always feel like this last year? Idk, maybe it’s the combination of this being a stadium tour, all the drama that has happened since last tour, then the having to camp for days to be able to see him close-ish, being surrounded by the absolute nastiest bullies with TPWK tattoos you can imagine (literally half of them are bullies I’m not joking), the entire feather boa cowboy hats “fuck me fuck me fuck me” thing solo harries have going on, harry doing gender reveals with such glee (???? Like shouldn’t we like stop doing that? I get you love babies harry but, shouldn’t especially harry know gender conformity reinforcement isn’t like, it?), reacting to all these yuck and nasty signs, re-encouraging the environment-catastrophes that are feather boas and single use cowboy hats ?? So I see him several times performing and he’s got all these amazing songs that mean so so so much to me and I see him going through the motions (fair enough) and not really feel most of the songs, and all of that just makes it look so - inauthentic? Idk. It’s stupid but it makes me feel like he’s a sellout, and that’s just not fair for me to say or think, and I know that, but I can’t help it. And then today he hangs with Shelli Azoff who’s been to court bc she’s abusing her sevice staff??? And it does make me wonder am I just deluding myself? How much is true and how much isn’t of what we make him out to be? Genuinely, him bathing in and demanding for more of the literal worship of his actual person gave me the Ick so bad yesterday. And then again he sings sweet creature and kisses his cross necklace right after. And then again It’s probably (as it always has) much more to do with my ego than anything else, and being upset he didn’t even acknowledge me for a second while literally standing in front of him with my big ass birthday sign. So just me being a sad little kid who’s feelings got hurt bc I didn’t get the attention for my birthday from the boy I like the way I had way too high expectations of.

All these thoughts are jumbled, and I’m crying and I’m tired but you asked so you shall receive.

Im just tired of having to mentally defend harry when he’s clearly wanting it exactly the way it is - saying he’s never been happier over and over on stage. So. Do with that what you will.

[sithwitch13]

AEW Dynamite 7/24/24

I'm so excited for Blood and Guts, but I'm also suddenly exhausted. Drinking a soda and putting off taking an edible until after the show is over.

...I love Alex Marvez

Oh lord MJF's got cheerleaders

...is he being the Homelander Cody we thought we were getting before he went back to WWE?

Oh my fucking god

So he's totally getting the title back at Wembley huh

CD is just napping, guys

SAVE US MURDER GRANDPA

Jesus, those chops. That's some titty blood right there

...still absurdly happy that Bryan Keith is getting ti hang out with Suzuki and Shibata

Willow! Oh dang she didn't even get two words out, Kris

Entranced by Kris' pants, though

Why is it giving me feelings to hear Jeff Jarrett be cheered

Believe in the Jeff Jarrett who believes in you!

...Shida looks so good? She always does but holy shit

I really need to see Shida in some new feuds soon, I want to see her chemistry with absolutely everyone

I wanted Shida to win but the Britt win was inevitable.

Aew, PLEASE work on your sound mix

Dang Mercedes looks good.

TALL!!!!

I completely forgot that Kamille signed a whole back.

Aww Nick trying to look so tough next to Christian

Nooo leave Kip alone!

PAC

RIP Boulder, it was fun going to Titty City with you

The lack of cohesion is gonna be the killer here huh

So which will be the failing point: Team AEW's split goals or Hangman's single-minded hatred?

Mariah with her own entrance song and gear, I love it even as my heart hurts for Toni

That pop for Toni 💜💜💜

THOSE EYELINER WINGS

She's gonna cut someone with those wings, good for her

BLOOD AND GUTS TIME

LET'S GO YOU WEIRD LITTLE FREAKS

...Nicholas what's in the briefcase WHAT'S IN THE BRIEFCASE

Bird vs chicken

TWO briefcases now

It's knife shoes, isn't it

OH FUCK BOWENS HAS SCISSORS

The street sign, I'm dead

OhSHIT BOWENS

MAKING CASTER EAT TACKS

Lol Swerve is probably dragging Hagman out huh

HANGMAN AND SWERVE ARE UP HERE WE GOOOOO

Oh, or not. Where's Hangman?

there hangman

We're officially in bdsm territory now

JARRET

Lol Cutler has perfected the art of running like a goober

NOW KISS

STAPLER

MANY STAPLERS

HANGMAN FACE STAPLE

OKADA MIDDLE FINGET STAPLE

Oh fuck please be careful Bowens

Ah fuck I just teared up at the Jay Briscoe shoutout

Handcuffs for all!

Oh shit Darby what are you doing

OH GOD WHO LET HIM HAVE ACCESS TO FIRE AGAIN

Not how I thought this would go but I don't hate it

Would have loved more Swerve/Hangman as always though

[0613magazine]

072423 Rolling Stone UK

Check out our exclusive images as Jung Kook tells us about solo summer anthem ‘Seven’

BTS' Jung Kook talks about his summer anthem 'Seven,' performing at Wembley and his signature style

BTS member Jung Kook has revealed how he’s aiming for a summer anthem with his new solo hit ‘Seven’

The track, featuring Latto, which is defined by an upbeat tempo and a catchy chorus you might belt out in the bars of Ibiza, has got all the trappings of a perfect summertime song. It’s also caught fire on the all important platform, TikTok, being the perfect soundtrack for the insanely popular K-Pop fan-cams.

Jung Kook has been over to England on the promotion trail, where Forbes reported that he has become only the fifth Korean act to chart in the UK top ten (landing in at number 3.)

The success in Britain seems less of a surprise when you listen to the sonic influences of ‘Seven’ too – with a brilliantly nostalgic nod to UK garage and the Born To Do It heyday of Craig David.

We wanted to find out more from Jung Kook about the reciprocal love between himself and the UK, so read our Q&A with the man himself below.

There is a UK Garage influence to this sound too. Do you feel connected to the UK? What do you love about London/The UK? 

As soon as I heard ‘Seven,’ I was immediately drawn to the track and became interested in UK Garage.  I still have vivid memories of us going to the UK to perform at Wembley Stadium. It’d be exciting to have opportunities to visit again in the future!

Do you have any fond memories from the UK with the rest of the band? 

When I think of the UK, I think about our Wembley Stadium concert a lot. It’s a dream come true for artists to perform at Wembley Stadium, so I can’t forget the moment when I was there performing on stage with our members and fans.

How did you feel before you went on stage at Wembley? Some of the greats have performed there.

I remember watching the movie ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ before our concert at Wembley and I liked it very much. The movie made me realize how significant this Wembley concert meant to us and feel proud to perform there.

You’re used to being part of BTS. How does it feel going solo? Is it daunting? Do you get to be more creative/Involved with making a song and music video? 

Since it’s my official solo debut, everything is a challenging yet refreshing experience for me. I’m both nervous and excited to know how people will respond. I practiced diligently and was hands-on throughout the process to be able to show the best version of myself. I especially paid a lot of attention to recording the song and acting in the music video.  

What was it like collaborating with Latto?

While I was looking for a rapper who would fit well with “Seven,” one of the producers recommended Latto, and we ended up working together- (Latto’s) verse fits the vibe of the song perfectly, and Latto’s favourite number is 7!

This track is a summery track, what do you like do in the summer?

I actually don’t prefer summer because I get hot very easily (laughs) I like winter!

What would you say your personal style is? What are you drawn to? Favourite colours, brands and fits? 

It’s hard to define my style as one thing. I love any outfit that looks right on me and makes me feel confident when I wear it (laughter). My favorite colors are purple, black, and blue. I like to get dressed in black, so I often go for all-black outfits. Also, I’m not saying this because I’m an ambassador (laughter), but I really like Calvin Klein. 

Source: Rolling Stone UK

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@belasso asked //

the loss was a hard one. ted knows jamie takes man city losses harder than any other. he understands the stake they have, the history and the trauma. it's why he tries to keep an extra close eye on their ace whenever the pitch is shared by richmond and the champs. it's why he ushered jamie into the boot room post match when the boy looked like he was about to implode in on himself, and it's why he took him into his arms for a comforting hug once the door shut behind them. " i know these kinds of losses get to you, but they're not all on you, jamie, " ted begins, his voice soft, instinctively dropping a kiss to the crown of jamie's head, like he often does to henry after the boy's had a rough go of it. " we win as a team, and we lose as a team. me and all those boys out there are here for you, just like i know you're gonna be there for them. you're not alone in this. "

Jamie hates this. He doesn't like to lose to begin with, but losing to City feels like he's been shot in the chest every single time it happens. And it keeps fucking happening, doesn't it. Premier League Champions, every single match graphic City posts boasts [ because, yes, jamie still follows his old club on twitter. he doesn't engage, but he sees. and seeing is enough ]. He plays his fucking heart out there on the pitch, he leaves everything he has in front of those fans, bares his soul to them in the only way they'll accept [ high stakes football plays. taking tackles, taking the roughness de villardi always lays into him with. and getting up. fighting. all ninety minutes, jamie fights]. The crowd wants to see a footballer in the throes of passion? Jamie will give them passion. He will give them a fucking show.

Jamie has always hated United. That's why he plays matches against them so hard. At the Dogtrack, at Old Trafford, Jamie's a battler. That's something he'll never give up. But... against City? Jamie loves City. There will always be something inside of him for those boys in blue, for the club that saw potential in him when he was just a kid from a council estate lacing up his first pair of boots. But with love comes pain, doesn't it. The pain of not having the name O'Gara on the pitch anymore [ retirement, a footballer's first death. the loss of a brother, a friend, a mentor ] to pester with all of Jamie's affection whenever he crosses the halfway line to attack. With love comes admiration. The admiration of a Spanish man in City's technical area, a man who truly has nothing but love in his heart for the game, for his players [ and that includes jamie - jamie greets him after every fucking loss, hugs him, offers a well played, boss - for pep was the first gaffer to see potential in jamie - the reason jamie is richmond's ace now is because pep saw something in him in 2019 ] and the joy on his face when they bring him a win. With love comes torture. The torture of a phone buzzing [ though, oddly enough, the phone hasn't buzzed since wembley... ] and the words that are sure to come through it if Jamie picks it up.

When Ted nods him into the boot room, Jamie's got his hands shoved up under his kit, tugging at the hem, sweaty, boots still laced firmly onto his feet [ as if there'll miraculously be a third half, a chance for jamie to prove that they haven't lost yet, that they can't have lost yet - the match is still going on, he knows de villardi's weak spots, he swears-- ] head bowed. He knows Ted isn't the yelling sort [ though ted has shouted at him before... only once, but it has happened, and jamie cannot forget it no matter how hard he tries ] but part of his brain - that torture part - has conditioned him into it. Losing to City means yelling. Means abrasiveness. Means he didn't do his job well enough. Doesn't deserve the 9 on his back. The 9's supposed to be the goalscorer, the star. And, put on a show he did, but score... he did not. So he's prepared for that abrasiveness, prepared for that yelling, that lecture, the hand shoving at his head.

But what he gets is a hug. And what he gets is a soft, kind voice. And soft, kind words. And a kiss where he expected a shove. Jamie can feel tears coming to his eyes as his arms come up to hug Ted back, feeling so small. He can't find the words he wants to say - they're all mucked up in the back of his throat, all stuck there, dying there. All he can do is hold Ted tighter, afraid that he'll drown on all of those words in his throat if he lets go. ( I wasn't enough. I could've done more. Sam was wide open. Dani's pass was perfect. Isaac's defence was remarkable. And I wasn't good enough. ) Ted's voice rings clear in his ears. We win as a team, and we lose as a team. Out there, you're just one of eleven. Me and all those boys out there are here for you. Thanks for speaking your mind. Please, continue to do so. You're not alone in this. Jamie tilts his head, pressing his face into Ted's neck, taking a deep, shuddering breath. He's sure that Ted can feel Jamie's tears on his skin, but he can't bring himself to care. He's a man - he's allowed to cry. Men can be strong and they can be soft at the same time. Soft is not a bad thing, Jamie. "Thank you, Coach..." he finally manages to get words out. It hurts, but he does it. Jamie doesn't know how long has passed - if any of the lads are still in the dressing room, if Beard and Roy are waiting for Ted to give a post-match speech about being a goldfish, but Jamie is still holding to Ted like a lifeline, not prepared to let him go - not prepared to be released, to be expected to swim on his own. He's still half-certain that he'll drown.

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Red & Blue | Chapter 9

Author's note: A little heads up just in case 😉 Yes, there is a stylist on this chapter. No, she is not inspired on Carlotta in any shape or form. In fact, she is mentioned on a future chapter.

And, as always, thank you for reading and for your nice comments! 💜

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After our time in Ibiza, is time to go back to work. I trained a few times with Mason, going for a run around the villa where he and his family were staying, and also did some yoga and pilates with the girls. But it wasn’t enough to not get my ass kicked on the first day.

"I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow" I say when we make it into the changing room, falling on the bench. "Even my lashes hurt."

"You should get used to the feeling" Leah says, also trying to catch her breath.

"Of my lashes hurting?" I ask.

"Of not being able to walk the day after."

"I don't get it, Leah" I say, struggling to take off my t-shirt.

"I was trying to make a joke about you and your Chelsea boy, but I guess we both are too tired for that."

"You are the worst" I say, hitting her with my t-shirt now that I'm finally free of it.

"Eww, disgusting."

"As if yours smelled any better" I say, laughing.

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Once our pre-season tour is over (this year we went to the United States with the men’s team), it's time to plan the season with my own team. We always get together around this time of the year, making balance of what happened last season, talking about how we can improve it or keep it going, and also discussing new brand deals and opportunities.

"Where do you want to start? Cool jobs or meh ones?" my assistant Eliza asks.

"A mix" I say.

"Ok. Let's start with a cool one. Karlie Kloss has offered to send us some clothes from her new Adidas collection, and she would like to see you wear them on an Instagram post."

"Wait. Karlie Kloss?" 

"Yep" Eliza says. "This one is a yes, isn't?"

"Of course it is! You know I've been a fan of hers for years!" Besides football, fashion is my other passion. But I don’t like just the clothes. I also love checking all the campaigns, watching the different fashion shows, and following some of the models’ careers.

We keep going through other offers, some of them really interesting, others not making any sense.

"I've left the most interesting one for last" Eliza says. "Just yesterday I got a call from GQ. They want you on the cover of their December issue, just before the World Cup. You, and Mason Mount."

"Me and who?" I say, almost choking with my drink.

"You are friends, aren't you?"

"Yes, we are. But why us?"

"Because you are the future and present of English football, and that's the idea they have for the issue. Other players will be part of it. I've heard Bukayo and Leah have received an offer. Declan Rice too."

"And they want to do a photoshoot?" I ask.

"Photoshoot and interview. The usual. Maybe some social media content too."

"Of us. Together."

"Yes" Eliza says. "I think it's a great opportunity, you shouldn't say no. And you and Mount have chemistry, I saw you on that video arguing about superheroes. It'll be fun, and it will sell."

"Do you know if his team has said yes?"

"They have."

"Then I guess I can't say no" I sigh.

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The photoshoot takes place in Wembley, and a huge team is working with us. I'm having a coffee out on the pitch with Eliza, waiting while everything is being set, when Mason arrives.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" I say, not being able to contain my laugh.

"Why? What’s wrong with it?" he says, looking down at his clothes.

"You look ridiculous" I say, still laughing.

"He looks cool and trendy" a girl says behind him.

"I call it the ugliest tracksuit I've ever seen. And does it have... sequins?" I say, getting closer to him.

"As if your outfit was any better" the girl says again. "Jeans and a white t-shirt? And probably from Zara when you could wear Gucci. I thought you were a star."

"Zoe..." Mason warns her.

"That's what people say. And yes, I'm wearing Zara jeans, super comfy."

"Basic" Zoe says again.

"Comfy" I shrug.

"Why don't we go inside, uh?" Eliza says. "They are probably waiting for us."

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Once hair and make-up are done, I get changed on my first outfit and go outside into the pitch again. Mason is already there, that girl Zoe nowhere to be found.

"Who was that?" I ask him when we are left alone while the team works on the final touches.

"Zoe, my stylist" he says with a shy smile.

"And what is she doing here?"

"We were allowed to bring someone from our team, and she wanted to come. To get inspired, she said."

"I don't think this is her style seeing what she put you in today" I say with a little laugh.

"It wasn't that bad."

"It was, Mason. It was. I'm still recovering from looking at those shinny crosses the tracksuit had." 

"I'll remember to not wear it again if you are around" he says with a smile, the one with the dimple.

"Thank you" I reply. "And sorry if I was rude earlier. I hadn't seen Zoe or even known who she was. I was just making fun of you like we usually do."

"It's fine, don't worry. She'll get over it."

"Ok, guys. We are ready!" the photographer says, making us focus on our job today.

The shoot goes pretty fast despite the constant changes of outfits and locations around the stadium. Mason and I spend most part of the time making jokes, enjoying our time together.

"It's been a pleasure working with you, guys" the photographer says when we are done. "The chemistry between you two is simply amazing."

"Thank you" Mason says. I also mutter something like a thank you, feeling my face getting hot. Why am I blushing? Because he has said there is chemistry between Mason and I? It is not the first time someone mentions it. Though it is the first time a stranger does it.

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I’m back on my own clothes and ready to leave when I see Zoe focused on typing something on her phone.

“Zoe, hey” I say.

“Hello” she says, not lifting her eyes from her phone.

“I just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier. I didn’t know who you were and I was just messing with Mason like I always do.”

“He hasn’t told you about me?” she says, finally looking me in the face.

“He hasn’t, no.”

“Uh” she says. “Cute tho.”

“Cute?”

“Yeah. He wants to keep it private, just for those close to us.”

“I don’t understand” I say.

“Us. Our relationship” she says with a big smile before leaving.

Zoe and Mason? Together? What?

[mountswhore]

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 — mason mount

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admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Mason adores everything about you. But to be particular, he adores your compassion. Even before you guys had gotten together, and were just friends of friends at a party, he’d watch you take care of some of his teammates who’d had a little too much to drink. You’d be jumping between getting to know Mason and assisting someone to the bathroom to throw up. It was hard for him to hold back a giggle as he saw you take your heels off, excuse yourself politely and run after a drunken Grealish.

body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Again, he loves everything about you. But if he had to choose, it’d be your eyes. They’re the first things he notices when he comes home from an away game, full to the brim with tears as you shout out how much you missed him. In the middle of a sleepless night, when the outside lighting makes your shiny eyes visible, he’d get lost in them. During a match, whether it be for the National team or Chelsea, the second he is on the pitch he would notice you close to the goal, in perfect view to watch him score. They’re what he looks into just before he kisses you, and he melts watching your eyes as you speak to a friend or family member, seeing them talk with your mouth.

cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Mason’s favourite pastime is cuddling, outside of his career, of course. He’ll get home from training and you’ll be cozied up on the couch, practically inviting him into your warmth. He enjoys the cuddles with you on top of him, your head in his neck and his arms tightly around your back. But he loves laying his head on your stomach, smoothing his hand over your thighs as you massage his shoulders lightly. He loves cuddling you, but he’s a sucker for being cuddled. It’s a trick to get him to doze off pretty quickly, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

He’s a busy man, but when it came down to seeing you and wanting you, he made time. He wanted only the best for you, so it was a fancy restaurant, being driven around in his nice sports car, treating you to whatever you wanted. He’d soon come to realise that both of yours ideal date is ordering a Chinese, playing a few fifa matches, and watching a comedy together.

emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Due to your compassion, you’d often spot when Mason was feeling down, angry, or just upset. So keeping it from you rendered useless. Now, if he’s ever in a shit mood, for any reason, he’ll find you and talk to you about it. You always end up making him feel better too, and giving him a different perspective on it. He couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.

family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

If there was one thing Mason will not shut up about, it’s having children. Even his mates tell him to have a day off. You secretly find it cute, that he’s so ready to become a father and thinks of you as a suitable mother to his children. But Mason knows you’re not ready, with his career at the height it is right now and your age, you think kids aren’t on the cards right now, but you’re definitely wanting a few. Mason is absolutely okay with waiting for you, as he always mentions that there’s nobody else he’d rather do it with.

gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Mason gets a bit too excited when it comes to your birthday. He’ll go all out on gifts every year, topping the one before, and dotting them around the house in places you don’t look. Like the boot of his car, the electrical cupboard, the back garden shed, he’s thought about it strategically. And his giddy attitude is never something you question, you usually pass it as his excitement for an upcoming match or just that fact it’s your birthday soon. It would take everything in him to keep it a secret, almost spilling a few of your gifts. He’d accidentally asked you to grab his cleats from the boot of his car, immediately stopping you once the door was open. And you were none the wiser.

holding hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Whenever you’re both out with yours or his family, it is quite a large group, which usually meant a large outing. And being significantly shorter than him, he likes to hold you close. As you walk down a busy street, he won’t let you out of his sight, even if you’re talking to his mum, he’ll hold your hand tightly or have an arm around your shoulder. His family always thought it was cute, questioning why he does it. And he always responds with a joke, to hide his sloppiness. Something like, “she’s too short, can’t let her get lost.”

injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

If you came home through the front door limping, he’d be all over you. Carrying you to the kitchen, observing the injury, calling the shots on what you need to do for the evening. Which usually consists of having a bath, resting in bed, texting him if you needed him. It was adorable, despite it being just a twisted ankle from the gym or something.

But on a serious scale, if you came home bawling your eyes out after an awful encounter, that’s when Mason loses all of his silliness and smiles. He’s cradling you on the floor of the living room, talking over what just happened and how you felt. He wouldn’t leave you for the rest of the evening, always making sure you’re feeling better and giving you tight squeezes before he goes to get you anything.

jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Being an avid tiktok user, you’ve seen quite the pranks on there. And mason not yet having a tiktok, made it perfect to carry these out. You’d often spend hours on the phone with Declan, another avid tiktok user, sending prank ideas back and forth. Mason was quite the gullible person, either that or you were a brilliant actress, so your pranks were always going smoothly. And posting it to tiktok, you’d read through the flood of comments together, laughing about how deflated he looked when you swerved him from a kiss, or how in shock he looked when you told him the tower of Pisa had finally fallen over. It was a laugh you had every day.

kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

It varies. If Mason is tired from training, the kisses would be soft and almost non-existent, it would just be Mason’s face incredibly close to yours and then moving away a few seconds later. In any good moments, he’s always reaching for a kiss. The second he sees you after a win, his lips are on yours and aren’t leaving any time soon. Mason’s favourite type of kiss is the kiss you give him every night. It doesn’t lead anywhere that often. But it’s a deep kiss, it’s saying you love him without actually saying it. It always leaves Mason in a haze, going to bed with a love struck smile on his face.

love (how do they show you they love you?)

Mason shows he loves you in many ways. His love language is acts of service. So waking you up in the morning before work with a tea, bringing you into the shower and washing your hair for you. Attempting to make you breakfast, driving you to work, letting you choose dinner and he pays, driving to the local supermarket if you’re in dire need of something. He couldn’t do this everyday with his schedule, but whenever he could, he did.

memory (favorite memory together?)

By far, his favourite memory of the both of you was your first time at Wembley. You were shaking in your shoes at the amount of people in the stadium, but Mason managed to get you the closest seats to the pitch with your family. It was the game he scored two goals in, rushing straight over to your side and blowing you kisses. You soon settled in to the crowd, cheering with everyone else. He’d rush over at half time, giving you a quick kiss before leaving you again. And Mason brought you back to the changing rooms to meet the team, keeping you close to him at all times.

nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Mason’s worst fear is losing everything he has now. He’d be happy to admit he has everything he wants in life, an amazing career, a lovely list of family and friends, as well as someone he will soon have as a wife. He’s had a nightmare that he’d lost you before, the police broke the news to him and he woke up crying, holding you close for the rest of the night.

oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

It’s not so much of a thing now, but it definitely still happens. Before you were together, and Mason was still in the wooing stage, every time he spoke to you, he’d stutter. You found it adorable and took your time with him. You’d never rush him or look away bored, you’d just look into his eyes with a small smile and it’d make it worse. He’d trip on all of his words, trying to compliment you or ask you out. Even now, sometimes if you’re looking extra pretty or he’s just in a really lovey mood, he’ll slip up on his speech every now and then.

pet names (what do they like to call you?)

His go to pet names for you were baby, honey, and sweets. They just randomly caught on one day and never disappeared. But they make your stomach do flips every time you hear them.

quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Being in your company was enough for him. But it’s the mundane things he loves the most. It’s a weird one, but food shopping. For you, it’s an hour of stress. Manoeuvring past other shoppers, trying to find everything on your list, do your back in as you put everything on the belt, and pack in in record time. But for Mason, he’s following you round in a haze. Like a cartoon character in love. Asking if he can get some stuff, which you always agree to, and seeing you in conversation with random shoppers. Finally getting back to the car with the shopping littered in the boot and back seat, Mason’s hand stays in yours as you rest in the passenger seat.

rhythm (what song reminds you of each other?)

You have a shared song, and Mason vows for it to be your wedding song. Easy by Ella Mai. It’s slow, it’s something you both slow danced to when you were drunk out of your minds in your own living room. The party was over and the song just randomly started playing, a frown on your face as you look up at your boyfriend. It wasn’t his usual taste, which is why it was so random. He told you, “I heard it for the first time the day after I met you. And I thought it was so good. So now it reminds me of you.

secrets (how open are they with you?)

The only thing he keeps from you are your birthday gifts, or big surprises for you. And even then, he’s so eager to just tell you. But he shares even the littlest things with you — like Declan falling over at training, about how he shooed away a bunch of girls when he went to buy dinner. You both trust each other and Mason will tell you every last detail about his day if he could.

time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Mason knew almost instantly you’d be his girlfriend, even joking to Chilly that you’d be his wife someday. And you were an oblivious person, so you were none the wiser to his plays, which is why it took a few months to get together. Mason always comments that if you actually noticed he was flirting, you’d have been together within a few weeks. But now you laugh it off after having been together for so long.

upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He drops everything to help you when you’re upset. A bad day at work, an argument with a friend or family member, or even just a day where the world is against you. He can usually tell by your quiet demeanour, giving him tired answers, and not wanting to cry around him. He’d catch you in the bedroom, flopped onto the bed and huffing. He’d join you, rubbing your back as you go off about your day. He’d listen to it for hours if it meant you were okay, but he’d just run you a bath and tell you he’d be back with dinner shortly.

vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

1000%. He’s the one to tell your family that he’s surprised he bagged you. He’s always saying you’re out of his league, posting you on his Instagram all the time. Showing you off to his friends and family, sending them pictures of the two of you dressed up nice. They all find it adorable — and they know just how much Mason loves you.

warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

It’s on sight. If another man does so much as graze your shoulder, he’ll be on it for you. On the pitch, he’s okay with some confrontation, but anything regarding you, he’s not having it. You’re his and he would beat anyone who questioned it.

Usually, if it’s just a quarrel with a friend, he’ll listen to your side of things and give you some words of encouragement. But if it’s really nasty, he’ll be stepping in and having words. He has a lot of patience, but won’t let you be stood on.

x-ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Like a book, now. But when you were first dating, you hid your emotions well. At least, you thought you did. All it took was one touch from mason, and you were crying like a baby in his arms about your horrible shift. You thought you held up a tough front, but staring up at his eyes, as he looked back at you with concern laced among his features, it told him how you really felt. Now he knows the telltale signs, and he’s there to help.

yes (how would they propose to you?)

Mason thinks about this question a lot. He wonders it in the shower, making you your morning tea, during his downtime at training. He’s even scrolled endlessly through a bunch of rings, asking the opinions of his mum and sister. The question had come up between the two of you, and you’d said how you’d felt about marriage. You wanted it, but big events for a proposal were detested by you.

If it was up to Mase, he’d take you on holiday. Buy you a gorgeous summer dress, take you to the beach and declare his undying love for you. But he’d take a small proposal in bed at 2am, too.

zen (what makes them feel calm?)

As mentioned before, Mason was a sucker for domestic things. Watching you do the shopping as he trails behind you was his idea of spending good time together. But getting home from a long day of training, and smelling whatever dinner you’d concocted for the evening. It was as if your front door was the very gates of Heaven. No matter what happened during the day, the second he smells his dinner and greets you happily, nothing is ruining his mood.

if you guys want me to turn some of these into longer requests, just ask! i’m in the mood to write for mase🥺