#also beyoncé but i dare not say that in the body

[thirdtechnician]

there is a little part of my brain specially reserved for those musicians that never really did anything special but have swarms of diehard fans. kanye and taylor are in there

[blvejeanbaby]

Play Ground | Jung Yunho

Pairing: Yunho x reader, mention of reader with other idols (but it’s still basically a non!idol au) Word count: 3.8k Warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol consumption Summary: Drunken words are sober thoughts... sometimes spoken at clubs and playgrounds

The pre-party was in full swing. Yeosang and San were over by the counter, preparing a second batch of mojitos, which you weren't sure you were going to drink (the previous one had contained far too much rum and you were not one to water down your drinks); Jongho was in charge of the music, arguing with your friend Ginny about the line-up (she wanted a certain sing-along Beyoncé ballad). Your eyes passed over Wooyoung and Mingi, who were a beer pong team against Seonghwa and Hongjoong, who were losing spectacularly. And finally, your eyes found Yunho. He was standing by the sliding doors leading into the back garden, watching the beer pong game over the rim of his red cup with an amused look in his eyes. Just then, your eyes met. You smiled, not wanting to appear suspicious by looking away too quickly. He smirked back at you, pushed off the wall and sauntered over to you.

He was drunk. It was quite clear now that he was walking (damn Yeosang and San's cocktail making abilities!) by the slight stumble in his walk as he passed the column in the middle of the room. He was rather clumsy as he dropped down onto the couch next to you. From up close, you could see his cheeks were slightly rosy and his eyes held a shimmer to them that suggested... something more. You weren't sure what. "You were sitting here all lonesome," he said.

"Lonesome?" You raised your eyebrows. "I was enjoying peace, quiet and voluntary solitude." You patted the throw pillow that lay in between you and Yunho. "I was considering taking a nap, actually. You know how alcohol makes me drowsy."

"Does it, now?" He held his cup out to me. "Sip?"

"Is it mojito?" But as you leaned to smell, it was a lot sweeter than the medicinal smell of the rum. "What is this?"

"Some Spanish liquor," Yunho said. "Mixed with milk."

Indeed, the substance in his cup was quite white. You wrinkled your nose. Even though his description suggested otherwise, the smell promised a sweet taste. "I think I'll pass." You leaned back against the couch, pulling your legs up under yourself. "Shall we play Never Have I Ever with the others? I'm bored."

“Sure. I’ll call them over.” You held your breath; Yunho leaned in as if to give you a kiss, but he only put his cup on the table behind you before getting up and rounding up the others. A pang of disappointment shot through you as you watched him gather your friends. Provided with newly filled cups of San and Yeosang’s mojito mix, everyone settled around you on the couch. You felt as though you were about to tell a grand story and everyone was gathering to listen. You were glad Yunho went to sit down beside you again, even if it was just to feel his body warmth.

“Who starts?” Hongjoong asked before taking a tentative sip from his cup. He made a face; evidently the mojito tasted bad.

“I will,” you said. After all, it was your idea. “Never have I ever... made out with anyone in this room.” You took a sip and winked at Ginny. You weren’t the only one to lift your cup: San and Wooyoung looked, rather suspiciously, away from each other as they drank, as did Jongho and your friend Yeeun.

“My turn,” Mingi said. You felt Yunho stiffen beside you. “Never have I ever had feelings for someone in this room.”

You lifted your eyebrows as you watched Yunho decidedly take a sip. You followed, as did Wooyoung. When no one else drank, you saw how Wooyoung’s face fell. You also saw Ginny throw you a wink this time.

Now, it was Yeeun’s time to think of a question. “Never have I ever... thrown up in my mom’s vegetable garden.” She looked at Jimin intently. Jimin laughed, taking a sip. She was the only one to.

The game continued for another while, after which the group split into two: those who wanted to smoke outside and those who wanted to play a round of truth or dare. You watched Yunho go with your eyes as he left to smoke, you staying with the group inside. You didn’t feel much for playing the game, but you stayed nonetheless.

It was Mingi who asked you your first question of truth. “I saw you drink just now... Who is it you had feelings for?”

Everyone’s eyes were on you. You were glad that Yunho, San, Wooyoung, Seonghwa and your girl friends weren’t there, but at the same time you missed Ginny. She would understand your inner turmoil at the moment. But you had had a bit to drink now and there was no denying it...

“Come on!” Mingi pressed you. “Tell us. You picked truth!”

“Fine,” you sighed. “It’s-”

“We need to go!” The sliding door to the garden was thrown open and Seonghwa burst inside, looking all sorts of frantic. “We needed to be queueing at the club ten minutes ago!”

Seonghwa had been right in trying to plan the evening. You should’ve arrived earlier to ensure not queueing for too long. But there was nothing to do about it now, as the line to enter the club passed down several other establishments on the road. You stood next to Ginny, who was chatting animatedly to San about something to do with university. You saw Wooyoung throw the boy many glances that were probably very meaningful, but you didn’t quite understand what was going on there.

You were just about to turn to him to ask if anything was wrong, when your eyes moved past him and saw... “Changkyun?”

Changkyun and his friend Jooheon immediately looked up. When Changkyun saw you, his eyes lit up, as if he was happy to see you. “Y/N!” He gestured for you to come closer, so you did, stepping past Ginny to get to the barrier in order to hug Changkyun. You two had had a casual thing for a while, but it had ended a few weeks ago because he got himself a girlfriend. Finally, you had thought when he announced to you via text that he couldn’t see you anymore. Although you knew via Ginny that the girlfriend had up and left already. “It’s been so long.”

“I know,” you said. Being back in Changkyun’s arms felt so familiar, you almost couldn’t breathe. “Come on,” you drew back from his embrace and tapped the top of the barrier. “Come stand with me.”

Changkyun and Jooheon didn’t have to think twice; the line was so long already. Because of your history of hooking up, Ginny had often been left with Jooheon. She spun to talk to him as Changkyun cornered you against the wall. It was clear that this was perhaps one of the first few times he was going out again after breaking up with his short-term girlfriend. He wanted a rebound, apparently... “What have you been up to?”

You started explaining something completely irrelevant about your past week - you had been rather cooped up inside trying to study for an important exam and had seen very little alcohol and very little night life. You didn’t ask for details on Changkyun’s week, fearing it would be awkward to talk about the ex-girlfriend, but he started talking about her himself.

As soon as you entered the club, you felt excited. The buzz you had felt during pre-gaming had worn off a bit, so you instantly dragged Changkyun with you to the bar. He paid for your drink, which told you quite clearly what his intentions with you were for tonight. You weren’t about to say no, not to the drink and not to his plans.

Until you spotted him. Yunho stood with his back against the wall, listening to Yeeun telling what was possibly a great story about her favourite activity in life (flower arranging; oddly enough she always found a way to sneak it into conversation). He ought to be looking at Yeeun, but he wasn't. Instead, his eyes were trained on you.

You quickly looked back at Changkyun, feeling suddenly awkward, as if Yunho had caught you in a very compromising position with Kyun. But it was nothing like that, not yet at least. You tried to smile at Changkyun, to appear normal, but you could feel it wasn't at all convincing. You felt a sudden urge to tell Kyun to fuck off (he didn't deserve that rudeness, he was perfectly gentlemanly in every way), push Yeeun out of the way and confess your undying love for Yunho. But that was madness.

So you excused yourself to the toilet instead. Luckily, there was a long line and, unlucky for you, it caused you to have time to overthink. Would you have hooked up with Changkyun any other night? Definite yes. He was hot, good in bed, had a good personality and always treated you with respect. His friends and roommates were amazing and you liked sleeping over there, even if only to appreciate the view from his apartment and the softness of his bed. But tonight was different.

Perhaps it was because you had admitted it, if not to others than at least to yourself; you liked Yunho. You had a crush on him. You thought of the way he had sipped at the question (he was in love with someone!), the way his eyes were on you and not on Yeeun. He couldn't be in love with Ginny, you told yourself. If it was Jimin, that was just immoral; Mingi had a massive crush on her. No, it was none of them... so it had to be you. Or had he just been playing around? Had he misunderstood the question?

You quickly did your business at the toilet, wanting to return to the club’s main area to dance. You passed by the bar, which was void of Changkyun. You found him a moment later on the edge of the dance floor, his front stuck to an unknown girl’s backside. On the hunt for a rebound, as you had suspected. You smiled at Jooheon as you passed by; he was dancing with Ginny. They were always platonic, but you weren’t sure if they would remain that way.

Instead, you found Yeeun, Yunho, Hongjoong and Jongho a little further into the mass of bodies on the dance floor. Jongho was looking wistfully at Jimin, who was a few metres away, dancing closely with San. Behind him, Seonghwa and Wooyoung were just returning with drinks in their hands, the latter looking at San with a similar expression as Jongho at Jimin. You, however, turned your attention to Yunho. His was already on you.

You decided to test your theory. For Ginny’s birthday last year, you and the girls had all arranged for her to have both a pole dance lesson and a lesson in burlesque dancing. If there was one thing you had learned from that, it was to feel comfortable and confident. It was that feeling you summoned as you adjusted your movements to the rhythm of the music, attempting to make yourself as sexy and appealing as possible. You suspected you needed little effort to get Yunho’s attention, as he was already looking at you and only you, but you could aid the situation this way. If you wanted something to happen... this was the way to accomplish it.

The music was loud, the bodies around you sweaty. You were way too alert of everything that was happening around you, but at the same time you were oddly focused on Yunho only. And that’s when something snapped in him.

He was by you in a second, accidentally shoving Yeeun out the way and into Seonghwa’s arms, in an attempt to get to you faster. He was intoxicated, very clearly so. He would never be as bold as to touch you where he touched you now; his right hand was on your hip, his left cupped your face. He tilted your face upwards and bend over. Your breath hitched. Was he going to kiss you? But no, he bend a little further to speak in your ear: “I thought tonight you would be with Changkyun.” He spit his name, angrily. You had never heard Yunho talk of anyone that way.

“Not if you’ll be with me,” you said, feeling bold. You wanted to reach up and touch Yunho, but it was always you taking the lead. He had never been this way before, always taking a backseat to everyone else. Oh no, don’t mistake him for not having personality or confidence. He wasn’t shy, he wasn’t reserved. But he was careful, sometimes near calculating. Yunho knew what he wanted and how to get it, but he would prefer to wait and see. And there you were, answering his unspoken calls, finally. Finally forgetting about Changkyun.

“Let’s leave,” Yunho said.

“Leave?” And leave our friends behind? you wanted to ask.

“I have something I want to show you,” he said.

You pulled back a little so you could see his eyes. He was drunk, yes, but not so drunk that he could not think clearly. “Okay,” you heard yourself say.

Five minutes later you had said goodbye to your friends (Ginny already congratulated you on your catch, even though nothing had happened yet; Wooyoung had looked sourly on as he promised to tell San you had said goodbye; San was pressed against a girl’s backside; Changkyun and his girl were getting thrown out by a security guy for him fingering her in the club’s bathrooms), you had collected your coats from the wardrobe and you were on your way to whatever Yunho wanted to show you.

The night air sobered you up significantly and with a tentative peak at Yunho, you could see that it had the same effect on him. Your hands swung in between you two, occasionally brushing against each other. You bit your lip, gathering all of the courage inside you to reach out just a little bit and -

His hand was warm in yours.

You couldn’t help but look up at him and smile. He was staring straight ahead, but by the bulging of his cheek, you could see he was smiling too.

After a few minutes of walking, Yunho led you into a park. There were no lights on inside, there was only the glow of the street lights a little ways away. You had frequented the park when you were younger. Every day after school, you would go there to hang out, unaware that you were scaring the younger kids away. You hadn’t been to the park in months now, years even. You didn’t think Yunho would be so sentimental as to take you here.

The park’s center piece was a large playground, complete with every playset you could imagine: slides of different heights, seesaws with an animal theme, an array of different swings. And there was a relatively big, wooden playhouse. It was the playhouse you had had your first kiss, the playhouse where you got drunk for the first time. It was that exact playhouse that Yunho started climbing into - he had to let go of your hand to do so.

You followed him inside. The interior was warmer than outside, despite the many holes in the wood. Even though the floor of the house was covered in sand, you didn’t mind sitting down, because it meant sitting next to Yunho. In honesty, he was all too big for the playhouse. He had to pull up his knees to be able to fit his legs and he had to slump down a little bit to not hit his head, but he seemed comfortable nonetheless. And more importantly, he seemed to be staring at you.

“Is this what you wanted to show me?” you asked, getting shifty under his gaze.

“Oh!” Yunho said, as if he’d forgotten. He shot up a little, hitting his head on the roof of the playhouse.

You laughed softly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, rubbing his head.

You sat up a little, taking the hand that was rubbing his head in yours and softly pulling it away to reveal the damage done. There was nothing to show for it, although you imagined there would be a nice little bump the next morning. You bent over and pressed a kiss on the sore spot. “There.” You swore Yunho blushed.

He moved on quickly, saying: “This is what I wanted to show you.” He took out his phone, using it as a flashlight. Yunho pointed it at the wall of the playhouse, revealing a drawing. It was a heart, shot through with an arrow. On the left side stood YH, on the right YN.

You moved closer, taking out your finger and stroking the drawing. “How long has this been here?”

“Remember when we came here the night before graduation? We played truth or dare.” You nodded, remembering how, at the end of the night, everyone was escorted out of the park by police after ignoring noise complaints and being drunk in public. Luckily, because you were underage, the police had settled for contacting your parents and sending you home with a warning. “I hid in the bushes when the police came. I managed to sneak away. I figured they’d only be warning us for the noise, so I came back when I saw their cars drive away. Only, everyone had gone. I didn’t know if others had managed to escape the police, so I climbed in here to wait it out for a moment. When no one returned...” Yunho shrugged. “I thought it was going to be the last time we would all be here together. And I wanted to leave a trace of us behind.”

“A trace of us?” you said, tracing the outlines of the heart. “Of Yunho and Y/N.”

“I was in love with you. All throughout high school.”

You felt your heart contract. “You were?”

Yunho nodded. “I know you didn’t, don’t, feel the same way.” He shrugged. “You had a massive crush on Jeon Jungkook when he was still in school with us, right? And then, the year of our graduation, you suddenly shifted your focus onto Moon Kevin! I was so upset.” He laughed a little, as if it was funny. “And then you got with Changkyun.”

You saw all of the faces of the boys he mentioned in your mind. Jungkook, whom you indeed had had a crush on, but so did the entire school. That was never serious. And then Kevin... It had been a little bit more serious, but you found out he was dating some ulzzang and you had given up. And then Changkyun...

“None of that was ever serious,” you said. You thought of Changkyun. You had only been seeing him for about a year or so - way past graduation. You jerked your head up. “When you said you were in love with me... You are not still, are you?”

Yunho didn’t respond, just looked away to his phone, turning off the flashlight.

You figured he wouldn’t respond at all, unless prompted by you... “Because if you are,” you started, gulping. Were you really about to do this? There was no turning back now. “...then that would be really fortunate. Cause I- Cause I’m in love with you too.”

Now it was Yunho’s turn to jerk his head up quickly. “You’re just saying that.”

“No!” Your eyes, used to the dark, searched his face. “I mean it.”

There was a long pause, and then a smile broke out on his face. “You do?”

You couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I do, Yunho.” You wanted to reach out and take a hold of his hand, but he had something different in mind. He grabbed your face, in a rather rough manner that revealed the alcohol had not made its way out of his system entirely, and pressed his lips firmly against yours.

It felt so different from every single kiss you had had before. Where before, you had not been able to stop comparing every partner to the previous, you were now only focused on Yunho. On the way his grip on your face softened as his other hand found purchase on your waist. On the way he made a little yelping sound as he pulled you closer - so close that he lost his balance and toppled over backwards, you following him without breaking the kiss.

You didn’t want the moment to ever end. You were far too content just lazily dragging your tongue against his, his hands exploring your body. After what felt like an eternity, you pulled away from him, Yunho’s lips following yours needily. But you sat up a little, too far away for him to reach. “We should head home,” you said.

“Nah,” Yunho said, pulling you by your hands so you fell softly on top of him. “I don’t want us to face drunken Mingi.”

Your heart burst at the thought of what he meant - he thought you had wanted to come home with him. There was no way you would suggest taking Yunho home to Ginny and Seonghwa - the latter of which seemed to be permanently crashing at your place after being thrown out by his partner two weeks ago. And so instead, you shuffled down a little bit so you could lay your head on Yunho’s chest and close your eyes.

You could feel Yunho’s heartbeat, as well as his chest rising and falling with every breath. The soothing atmosphere (the birds of the park slowly coming back to life, chittering away) made you so sleepy, you didn’t know where the night ended and sleep began. At least you knew when the morning came.

You opened your eyes, groaning a little. You were hungover; you felt the headache as soon as you opened your eyes. Your eyes were met by another pair and -

“Argh!” You shot upright, your scream causing Yunho to wake up too. He shot up, hitting his head on the roof of the playhouse once again. In scaring you, the little kid seemed to be scared himself; his eyes disappeared from the entrance of the playhouse, followed by a thump and a yell: “Mom! Mom!”

Yunho rubbed his head, muttering angrily under his breath.

You wiped the sleep out of your eyes, not caring that you were wiping your makeup off as well. “We should go.”

“Before they call the police on us,” Yunho agreed.

But even if the mother would have called the police, it wouldn’t ruin your day. Instead, you figured it would have been a perfect full circle moment.

[gamergirl929]

Bathroom Ballads (Kelley O’Hara x Reader)

Kelley and the reader have absolutely no boundaries, meaning they have no problem with sharing the bathroom in the morning when they get ready, and when they go to sleep. What happens when music is added into the mix? Impromptu concerts in the bathroom of course. 

This fic gets a little smutty, so be ready for thatttttt. ;) 

Kelley rolls her eyes as she pushes into the hotel’s bathroom the shower running as you hum to a random song playing on your phone that’s lying next to the sink. 

“Kel?” You call out and the defender laughs.  

“Yep, it’s me, who else would come in here with you singing like that?” She snickers and you scoff.  

“How dare you, I am the next Taylor Swift.” You gasp and Kelley snorts as she squeezes tooth paste onto her toothbrush.  

“And I’m the next Beyoncé.” She rolls her eyes, jamming her toothbrush in her mouth.  

You peek out of the shower, flicking water at the woman before you duck back behind the curtain.  

“You’re just jealous, it’s okay to admit it.” You tease and Kelley rolls her eyes grinning mischievously when she reaches for the toilet handle, giving it a flush.  

“BITCH!” You yell when the hot water turns freezing cold, you shying away from the shower head in fear of turning into a popsicle.  

“HE HE.” Kelley snorts as she finishes brushing her teeth before slipping out of the bathroom, you calling after her.  

“I’ll get you back for this O’Hara!”  

                                                           ***

“Oh my god, what did you do to Y/N?” Alex asks when Kelley dodges yet another ball you fire at her, the woman snickering as she sticks her tongue out at you.  

“I flushed the toilet while she was taking a shower this morning.” She laughs and Sonnett gasps from where she’s at on field,  

“That’s cold!” She shouts and you pout,  

“It was! She was trying to freeze me to death.” You whine and Kelley laughs.  

“BUT did you freeze?” She puts her hands on her hips and rolls her eyes.  

You growl.  

“No, I didn’t but I’ll get you back.” You sneer and Kelley’s eyes widen. She leans back towards Alex.  

“I’m staying with you and Allie tonight.” She whispers and Alex snorts.  

“No, you aren’t.” Allie laughs on her way by and you smirk as Kelley mumbles under her breath.  

“Fuck.”  

                                                           ***

“Okay! Okay!” Kelley laughs as you snap her with the wet towel, you’d just used to shower with the woman cowering behind the hotel’s toilet.  

You take a step but back only to playfully snap the towel at her again, smirking when the woman ducks back behind the toilet.  

“You’re evil.” She whispers and you shrug, throwing the towel at her for her to use during her shower.  

“Take your shower, you stink.” You jest and Kelley rolls her eyes.  

“You bitch.” She mumbles and you turn to her, tongue trapped between your teeth as you send her a wink.  

“Thank you, that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said about me.” You snort and Kelley rolls her eyes, watching as you go.  

After she had gotten in the shower you’d come back in to brush your teeth glancing at the shower curtain with a smile when you hear Kelley singing softly.  

“GET IT BEYONCE!” You shout seconds later a crash sounding from the other side of the shower curtain.  

“DAMN IT Y/N!” Kelley screams and you kneel down on the floor, your arms wrapped around your middle as tears stream down your face.  

“Are you okay?” You laugh and suddenly the shower curtain shifts, Kelley’s head poking over the edge of the tub.  

“No, stop laughing you asshole!” She pouts and you bite your bottom lip, hard to try to continue your laughter, but you ultimately fail, again laughing like a rabid hyena.  

Kelley shakes her head, she too laughing from her place where she’s laying in the tub.  

“That really did hurt.” She mumbles and though you’re laughing, you frown.  

“Are you alright?” You ask and she nods, laughing.  

“It was pretty funny.” She snorts and you throw your head back with a chuckle.  

“It was.”  

                                                           ***

The following morning you can’t help but cringe when you see the bruise on the side of Kelley’s thigh that’s poking slightly out from beneath her towel.  

“I’m sorry.” You cringe nodding to the bruise and Kelley glances down, wincing.  

“I didn’t even notice that.” She sucks air in through her teeth and you frown, walking up to the woman whose cheeks flush.  

You surprise Kelley by brushing your fingertips along it.  

“I’m sorry, does it hurt?” You ask and Kelley shakes her head, swallowing hard.  

“N-No.” She whispers and you nod, turning away so the woman can get in the shower.  

“I’m not looking.” You sing and Kelley rolls her eyes, dropping her towel and slipping behind the shower curtain.  

Kelley sighs at the field of the warm water and you frown.  

“Still, I’m so sorry.” You glance at the shower curtain and Kelley pokes her head out from behind it.  

“It’s okay, it’s not like I didn’t try to freeze you to death.” She teases and you shake your head, laughing.  

“That’s true.”  

Kelley smirks as she ducks back into the shower, leaving you to brush your teeth, turning on your music, as per usual.  

The familiar tune starts to play and you hum along as always, though when the vocals start you part your lips ready to sing along, but instead of your voice, you hear a soft voice from within the shower.  

We are friends for life Hold that, deep inside Let this be a drive To survive

You smile, watching the shower curtain as you join Kelley’s raspy voice in singing.  

And just stand high and tall Make sure you give your all And if you fall   Know that I’m right here

Kelley stands still smiling to herself as she glances towards you, you being a blurry blob thanks to the shower curtain cutting her vision off.  

We’ll always be together don’t you worry I’ll always be by your side, don’t you worry The circle will never end, just know that we’ll meet again And we’ll always be together, forever, always

"You know, this song is sappy as fuck.” Kelley laughs from in the shower and you throw your head back, chuckling, nonetheless, she yet again sings along with you.  

We’ll always be together don’t you worry I’ll always be by your side, don’t you worry The circle will never end, just know that we’ll meet again And we’ll always be together, forever, always

“Oh, so the song’s sappy, but you know every lyric?” You knock on the shower curtain and she scoffs.  

“Shut up and sing Y/N.” She demands and you roll your eyes, singing the last bit of the song along with the woman in the shower.  

We’ll always be together don’t you worry I’ll always be by your side, don’t you worry The circle will never end, just know that we’ll meet again And we’ll always be together, forever, always

“WE’LL BE HERE ALL WEEK!” Kelley yells in the shower and you laugh shaking your head.  

At the sound of your laughter, Kelley’s cheeks flush as she shakes her head, glad to call you her best friend, even if you are an idiot.  

Though she can’t lie, that at the sound of your laughter, her heart skips a beat.  

                                                           ***

Kelley rolls her eyes, watching as you do you stretches, playfully kicking at Sonnett who glares your way, before attempting to kick you back.  

“Are you trying to attack my son!?” Kelley gasps, her hand on her chest and you arch a brow, smirking.  

“And if I am?” You challenge, smirk splitting into a cocky grin.  

Kelley pulls up a piece of grass and throws it on you, the blade of grass never even getting close to you.  

Emily turns to Kelley, eyes wide.  

“That’s all the effort I’m worth!?” She exclaims and Kelley smiles.  

“Nope.”  

You jump when a number of bodies dive on you, the children of the team springing in to action to defend Sonnett’s honor.  

You laugh as Sonnett crawls over, the other babies of the team holding you while she gives you a noogie.  

“Okay! Okay!” You laugh, kids relinquishing their holds only when your hair is an absolute mess.  

You cross your arms across your chest, bottom lip jutted out and Kelley laughs, scooting closer to you with a grin.  

Much to your surprise, she delicately pulls the ponytail out of your hair before taming your wild locks with her finger, running them through your hair, her nails digging into your scalp.  

You close your eyes, letting out a hum that makes Kelley’s cheeks flush.  

Little do either of you know, everyone’s eyes are on you as Kelley tames your messy hair as delicately as she can, cheeks tinged pink when you lean back into her.  

Sonnett stealthily, or so she thinks, rolls across the turf towards Alex who’s chatting with Allie, unaware of what’s going on between you and Kelley.  

The blonde gives her a nudge and Alex turns to her, brow furrowed, but a single nod towards the two of you has Alex’s blue orbs following her gaze and she grins, immediately getting the attention of Allie who also grins.  

“There.” Kelley claps her hands and you smile, glancing over your shoulder, lips splitting in half to show of your pearly white teeth.  

“Thanks, Kel.” You put a hand on her calf, just now realizing you were sitting between her spread legs.  

Kelley’s blush is so red it rivals that of a tomato when she nods rapidly.  

“No problem.”  

                                                           ***

“Of course, an equally sappy song.” Kelley says, voice muffled by the tooth brush in her mouth.  

“Shut up and sing it O’Hara, you know you know the lyrics.” You snark from the shower and Kelley rolls her eyes, cheeks flushed pink when the song starts.  

It’s like we’re sleeping and this is a dream   It’s like a movie. cut to the love scene We’re going so fast; I think it’s fast enough Whoa

Kelley snickers as you belt out the rest of the lyrics, unaware that you’re singing into a bar of soap.

It’s just the first date, don’t wanna fall yet It’s just a crush, yeah, how bad could it get?   I said there’s no way I’d ever fall in love Whoa, but

“KELLEY! Sing along or I’ll yeet this bar of soap at you.” You grumble and Kelley rolls her eyes, joining you none the less.

I confess My hands are shaking, baby, I’m a mess My heart is racing when you touch me, yes Look at me baby Look what you started Look what you started Falling now, but if you kiss me, I’ll be on the ground You see, my head is spinning round and round I’m going crazy   Look what you started Look what you started

You grin, cheeks flushing from more than the hot water running over you when Kelley sings, voice soft and raspy, far from confident, much unlike you’re used to when it comes to the defender.  

Your arms around me, I’m kind of freaking out   I like it, baby, but maybe not right now Look what you started   You got me all screwed up Yeah

You’re entranced by the woman’s voice, heart skipping a beat when her voice steels, confidence rising.  

Yeah there’s a part of me, that wants to run away But, baby, part of me is telling me to stay Look what you started   You got me all screwed up Yeah, oh

The shower curtain rustles and you jump, nearly falling in the bathtub and Kelley snorts.  

“Aren’t we supposed to be singing?” She giggles and you grin, biting your bottom lip as you start dancing behind the curtain, bobbing your head and singing loudly.  

I confess My hands are shaking, baby, I’m a mess My heart is racing when you touch me, yes Look at me, baby Look what you started Look what you started Falling now, but if you kiss me, I’ll be on the ground You see, my head is spinning round and round I’m going crazy   Look what you started Look what you started

The silliness stops, the two of you taking on a more serious tone as the song begins reaching its end, the lyrics holding a deeper meaning than the two of you realize in that very moment.

With your hands on me, making it so I can’t breath   Just stop No, don’t stop, please Look at me now Look what you started   Look what you started now  

I confess My hands are shaking, baby, I’m a mess my heart is racing when you touch me, yes Look at me baby

You glance at Kelley’s blurry figure through the hotel’s shower curtain unaware that she’s turned towards you as well, a small smile on her face as she sings. Falling now, but if you kiss me, I’ll be on the ground You see, my head is spinning round and round I’m going crazy   Look what you started Look what you started now

Look what you started now

The final lyrics are whispered, the two of you standing stock still, semi lukewarm water spraying down on you as you look at Kelley’s blurry outline through the curtain, your heart racing.  

“You alive in there?” You hear Kelley ask and you snicker, cheeks flushed.  

“Yeah, I am.”  

                                                           ***

You’re zoned out, watching as Kelley races around field, tackling the ball away from an England defender.  

A nudge pulls you out of your trance and you turn to the woman beside you, who just so happens to be Christen Press, Tobin Heath leaning around her with a grin.  

“What’s on your mind dude?” Tobin asks and you clear your throat, cheeks and ears reddening.  

“Uhh, nothing.” You whisper, your voice sounding foreign to your own ears.  

“Hmmm.” You hear a hum from the other side of you and jump, turning to see, Emily, Rose and Mallory eyeing you intently.  

“Are you sure?” Emily asks eyes, narrowed and you blush.  

“I’m sure.”  

Emily, Rose and Mallory share a glance before eyeing Christen and Tobin the two women smirking.  

“Whatever you sayyyyy.” Rose sings and you turn to her with a glare, grumbling under your breath.  

“You should tell her.” Christen whispers and your eyes widen, glazing over as you look into her shining green orbs.  

You turn back to Kelley watching as she moves down field right in front of you, brown orbs darting to you for a millisecond before the ball is again at her feet.  

You watch her expression change, face steeling as she focuses on the ball.  

You shake your head, glancing away, your chest light and heart racing as your stomach coils.

You were falling for her.  

You were falling in love with your best friend and you didn’t think you could stop...  

A part of you didn’t want to, but you knew, she could never feel the same.  

                                                           ***

“Going with a sad song today?” Kelley asks when she walks into the bathroom, hair still damp from her earlier shower where as yours is completely soaked.  

You shrug.  

“Changing it up I guess.” You sigh and Kelley nods, eyes narrowed. She grabs her tooth brush squirting tooth paste onto the brush just as the song starts.  

I'm jealous of the rain That falls upon your skin It's closer than my hands have been Oh, I'm jealous of the rain

Kelley stills, head down as she listens to you sing the song softly, afraid to join as a lump forms in her throat, her chest tightening.  

I'm jealous of the wind That ripples through your clothes It's closer than your shadow Oh, I'm jealous of the wind

Kelley mouths along with the lyrics, though a sound never slips passed her moving lips, listening to you sing soft and somberly.  

Cause I wished you the best of All this world could give And I told when you left me There's nothing to forgive

You’re too focused on singing that you don’t even realize Kelley hasn’t joined in, your chest aching as if your heart is crying out for you to turn the song off.  

But I always thought you'd come back, tell me All you found was heartbreak and misery It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way You're happy without me

You turn to Kelley when she starts to sing, voice sounding almost broken, watery as she sings along with the lyrics, not singing though, more like whispering them softly.  

I'm jealous of the night That I don't spend with you Wondering who you're lying next to Oh, I'm jealous of the night

You swallow hard, turning away, feigning the need to search for something when in reality you’re trying to hold back tears.  

I'm jealous of the love Love that wasn't here Is going for someone else to share Oh, I'm jealous of the love

The first of your tears start to fall and you’re quick to swipe them away, not realizing that Kelley is in a similar state.

Cause I wished you the best of All this world could give And I told you when you left me There's nothing to forgive but I always thought you'd come back, tell me All you found was heartbreak and misery It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way you're happy without me and

As I sink in the sand And I watch you slip through my hand As I die here another day babe Cause all I do is cry behind a smile

You sing along, voice as sorrowful and bleak as Kelley’s, but much louder than it had been a second ago, more emotion behind each of your voices.  

I wish you the best of Of all this world could give And I told you when you left me There's nothing to forgive but I always thought you'd come back, tell me All you found was heartbreak and misery

And It's hard for me to say I'm jealous of the way you're happy you're happy without me And It's hard for me to say I'm jealous of the way you're happy you're happy without me And It's hard for me to say I'm jealous of the way you're happy you're happy without You're happy without me

You clear your throat, wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand. You glance over, quickly realizing that Kelley is doing the same.  

“Stupid song.” She mumbles, chuckling softly and you nod, your eyes still on her as another tear slips down your cheek.  

“Yeah... Stupid song.”  

Kelley leaves the bathroom soon after, and to be honest, you’re happy, happy because she won’t see the tears sliding down your cheeks, but you also won’t see the ones falling down hers.  

                                                           ***

It doesn’t surprise you when you and Kelley put distance between the two of you, your song choice having more of an effect on the both of you than you realized it would.  

A sudden knock on your hotel room’s door makes you groan, burying yourself deeper in your blankets in an attempt to hide from the outside world.  

The knocking, thankfully, stops but when you hear the door swing open, you stiffen.  

You remain still, hoping the intruder will go away, but instead, you feel someone poke your side, repeatedly over and over again.  

“Stop it.” You snarl, the prodding immediately stopping.  

“Yep, she’s alive under there.” You hear Sonnett say and let out a whine.  

“Go away.” You mumble, a snort sound seconds later.  

“Yeah, no.” Lindsey scoffs and you groan even louder.  

“Whyyyy not?” You whine pitifully, inhaling sharply when someone flops on top of you.

“Because, something happened between you and Kelley, and we’re not letting you mope all day.” You hear Tobin say and growl, seconds later grunting when someone, unsurprisingly, Christen flops down on top of you too.  

“Now get up.”  

You grumble angrily.  

“I’m naked under here.” You fib, hoping they’ll fall for it, but no one does, the blankets being jerked off of you moments later, a number of the babies of the team with their eyes closed.  

“Psh, you are not naked.” Sonnett scoffs. “Can’t say I’m not a little disappointed.” She mumbles, your pillow smacking her in the face moments later.  

“Get out of here.” You whine louder, only for everyone to flop on the bed beside you.  

“Come on Y/N, we can’t let you stay here by yourself; it won’t make you feel any better.” Christen runs her fingers through your hair.  

You hum, the feel of Christen’s fingers running through your hair unlike Kelley’s. 

You sigh.  

“Okay...” You whisper softly, Tobin gently patting your back.  

“Let’s get some ice-cream.” She pats your back and you smile, rolling your eyes when the kids in the room all excitedly scream.  

“ICE CREAM!”  

                                                           ***

“So, what happened?” Sonnett asks, her face buried in her ice cream cone.  

You glance at her, brow furrowed, frown pulling the corners of your mouth down. 

You shrug, only for Emily to scoff.  

“Come on, you and Kelley are usually attached at the hip, something happened.” She turns away from her cone, face covered in ice cream, though her gaze remains fiery.  

Tobin and Christen share a glance, the two smiling softly.  

“You know, we heard you guys last night...” Christen whispers and your eyes double in size, your head jerking in her direction, eyes darting between Christen and Tobin.  

“WHAT DID YOU HEAR!?” Sonnett and Lindsey scream at the same time and everyone within a block radius stops, those closest staring at the pair.  

You swipe a fingertip in Sonnet’s ice cream and wipe it on her face, the blonde grumbling, though when Lindsey laughs, she does the same thing to her.  

Christen rolls her eyes.  

“Stop it children.” Tobin mumbles as she pushes her way between the two of them, slipping an arm around their shoulders.  

“They were just singing.” Christen laughs and Mallory’s eyes widen slightly, as do Sam’s and Rose’s.  

“Singing?” Emily chuckles and you roll your eyes.  

“It became a thing when we get ready for bed...” You mumble and Tobin smirks.  

“And in the morning.” She teases and you groan.  

“It’s just our thing.” You shrug, smiling but them the smile drops from your face.

“At least it was…”  

Christen surprises you by cupping your cheeks.

“It’s still your thing Y/N.” She smiles and you sigh gaze dropping to the sidewalk.

“What if it isn’t?” You ask, eyes glassy.

Sonnett passes her ice cream to Tobin before moving towards you and Christen, wrapping her arms around you from behind.

“I’m sure it still is.” She smiles and you sigh closing your eyes.  

“I hope you’re right.”  

A sudden loud crunch has ever give turning around, Tobin’s brown orbs wide as she munches on Emily’s ice cream cone.

“I wanted you to hold it! Not eat it!” The blonde swipes the tiny bit of cone away and Tobin grins, shrugging.

“Need to be more specific next time.” She snickers and Sonnett sighs, pouting as she looks down at her ice cream cone.  

You shake your head, grabbing Emily’s hand, intertwining your fingers.  

“Come on ill buy you another.”

Emily grins.

“My savior.”

                                                           ***

"I’m surprised...” Allie smirks, brow arched and Kelley’s brows furrow.  

“Why?” She asks, voice flat and Alex smirks.  

“We’re surprised you and Y/N aren’t attached at the hip.” She smirks, eyes widening when Kelley glances away, frowning sadly.  

“She’s just busy that’s all.” She shrugs, Alex and Allie sharing a glance.  

“Come on Kel, tell us what’s wrong.” Alex frowns and the defender sighs.  

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” She whispers, voice wobbly and Alex nods, knowing that if she pries, she’ll only push Kelley away.  

“Okay.” Alex nods, wrapping her arms around Kelley and giving her a squeeze, the defender only happy to return the woman’s affection.  

Kelley jumps slightly, startled by the feel of her phone vibrating in her jeans pocket.  

It’s with a heavy heart that she realizes it’s a notification from your Instagram... Though she’d never admit that she was alerted every time you made a post.

Looking at the picture, Kelley’s eyes narrow lip curling snarling.  

“What’s wrong Wookie?” Allie asks, looking over her shoulder, eyes widening when she sees a picture of Christen cupping your cheeks, your faces not far apart.  

“Oh...” She breathes out, eyes darting to Alex before darting to the phone and back.  

The forward takes the phone, frowning when she sees the image on screen and the way that it has effected Kelley, in far from a positive way.  

“Come on, let’s go for a walk.” She whispers and Kelley moves to her feet, silently seething.  

Alex and Allie share a glance behind Kelley’s back, both sighing.  

They didn’t know what happened between the two of you, but whatever it was, Kelley was about ten times angrier than she was when she showed up at their hotel room and that spelled trouble for everyone... But mostly for Y/N.

                                                           ***

The second you stepped into your hotel room later that night, you were worried, worried because you could hear not only music playing loudly from the music, but an aggressive, angry and raspy voice singing along.  

I bust the windows out ya car And no it didn’t mend my broken heart I’ll probably always have these ugly scars But right now I don’t care about that part

You swallow hard, extremely hard.  

Kelley was pissed.  

You could tell she was pissed by the sound of her voice, and the fact that you could almost see smoke coming out from underneath the bathroom door.  

You glance around nervously.  

“Where do I go? Where do I go? Where do I go?” You chant, heart racing as you search around the room, contemplating if you should leave or not.  

Meanwhile Kelley is still angrily singing behind the closed bathroom door.  

You see you just can’t play with people’s feelings Tell them you love them and don’t mean it You’ll probably say that it was juvenile   But I think that I deserve to smile

You knew last night things had soured between the two of you, maybe Kelley realized you had feelings for her and it pushed her away?  

You weren’t sure but the song she was singing made you fearful, fearful that Kelley would bust more than the proverbial window.  

I must admit it helped a little bit To think of how you’d feel when you saw it I didn’t know that I had that much strength But I’m glad you see what happens when

You slap a hand over your mouth muffling the sound at your laughter when you imagine what Kelley is doing on the other side of the door.  

Oh yeah, I did it (Yeah I did)   You should know it (You should know it) I ain’t sorry (I ain’t sorry) You deserved it (You deserved it)

Even though all that you did to me was much worse I had to do something to make you hurt yeah Oh, but why am I still crying? Why am I the one who's still crying?

Your eyes go wide as snap out of your trance, head jerking around in search of a place to hide.  

“Yeah, I’m not hiding in the closet, did that once, wasn’t fun.” You mumble under your breath, stiffening when the song comes to an end.  

I bust the windows out ya car

The bathroom’s doorknob twists and you do the most logical thing you can, that being falling face down flat in your bed and rolling up in the blankets.  

The bathroom door opens and you still, hoping that Kelley doesn’t see you, but of course, she does.  

Despite the situation Kelley lets out a snort, shaking her head back and forth.  

“You okay in there?” She asks, poking your side and you squeak, rolling over and off of the bed, crashing to the floor with a thud.  

Kelley throws her head back, barking out a laugh, something you’re happy to hear, even if it’s because you ended up on the floor, probably breaking your ass. 

Your head pokes up over the side of the bed, your eyes narrowed and bottom lip jutted out, meanwhile, Kelley just grins, though you note the grin doesn’t meet her brown orbs.  

Kelley shakes her head, pointing towards the bathroom.  

“Shower’s free.” She says before turning away to rifle through her luggage.  

You nod, moving to your feet and grabbing what you’ll need before moving into the bathroom.  

The bathroom remains silent while you’re in there, no music able to fix the ache in your heart at the sight of Kelley’s usually shining brown orbs darkened with sadness.  

Eventually, you’re climbing back into bed, the room completely silent as you stare up at the ceiling.  

You swallow hard, your eyes fluttering shut.  

“Goodnight Kel.” You whisper only after the woman’s breathing evens out, though just as you’re about to drift off, you hear a soft, warbly whisper.  

“Goodnight Y/N.”  

                                                           ***

To say the following morning is awkward would be an understatement, standing side by side with Kelley as the two of you silently brush your teeth is as far from the norm as the two of you could get and you hated it.  

Your eyes lock with Kelley’s in the mirror and you glance away, both averting one another’s gaze.  

You jump when Kelley quite literally throws her toothbrush in the sink before turning towards you with a glare.  

“So, what, you can’t even look at me now?” She snarls and your eyes widen as you turn to her, your toothbrush still hanging out of your mouth.  

“What?” You say as you spit into the sink and Kelley scoffs.  

“You’ve been avoiding me!” She shouts and you throw your toothbrush into the sink too, shouting just as loud.  

“As if you haven’t been avoiding me!” You yell back and Kelley shakes her head. 

“You know what, I think I’m going to stay with Allie and Alex tonight, wouldn’t want to get in your and Christen’s way.” She growls and your eyes widen.  

“What are you talking about?” You scoff and Kelley scoffs louder.  

“Don’t play stupid, I know you’re into her.”  

You shake your head, mouth opening and closing multiple times in search of words you can’t seem to find.  

“See, I knew it.” She shakes her head, shoving passed you and storming out of the room, the hotel room’s door slamming shut seconds later.  

You shake your head, mouth still gaping.  

“What!?”  

                                                           ***

You’re still just as confused when you settle into an empty seat on the bus, not daring to look anywhere even near Kelley, her words still searing in your brain.  

And to make matters worse, the person Kelley thinks you’re into plops down right in the seat beside you, Tobin sitting in front of the two of you.  

“You look like someone threw a bucket of cold water on you.” Sonnett comments as she sits across the aisle from you and Christen.

You shake your head, still unable to speak.  

“One word?” Sonnett asks and Lindsey hums.  

“Act it out, maybe we’ll get it.” She shrugs and Christen shakes her head, as does Tobin.  

“She thinks you and I are together...” You glance at Christen and the brunette’s eyes widen, Emily and Lindsey snorting, meanwhile Tobin has her bottom lip jutted out.  

“That’s...” Christen blushes and you nod.  

“Crazy, I know. You and Tobin are practically married.” You shrug and the two share a glance, cheeks flushing crimson.  

“WHOOMP THERE IT IS!” Emily screams, gathering the attention of everyone on the bus.  

Tobin and Christen remain silent, Tobin clearing her throat.  

“You know... I have an idea.” She mumbles, Sonnett, Lindsey, Christen and you all turning to her, your eyes narrowed.  

“No.” You shake your head and Tobin grins, nodding.  

“Yes.”  

“Tobin no.” Christen shakes her head.  

Emily scoffs.  

“Tobin YES.”  

You cover your face with your hands.  

“Please, kill me now.”  

                                                           ***

“How is this helping?” You grumble when you move into the huddle, Christen’s arms wrapped around you.  

“Go with it.” Tobin huffs in your ear and you roll your eyes, catching Kelley’s dark brown orbs on you, anger prominent in her gaze.  

The huddle breaks, and everyone makes their way onto the field, Kelley giving your shoulder a not so gentle brush.  

You glare at the bench at Christen and the other youngsters before glaring at Tobin who gives you an apologetic smile.  

“Last time I let you plan anything.” You say through gritted teeth, noting the spark of fury behind Kelley’s brown orbs.  

“I’m so fucked.”  

                                                           ***

Unfortunately for you, it’s in the 70th minute that Kelley snaps.  

The black and white ball is at your feet, your eyes darting around field to find an open player, but nearly everyone is covered.  

Suddenly and from out of nowhere someone slides into you, and instead of seeing the red of Canada’s jersey, you see white, a white jersey with a large #5 on the back.  

“What the hell!?” You yell, throwing your hands up, Kelley turning around and advancing on you, only a few inches separating the two of you.  

You vaguely note that the ref must’ve blown her whistle when a number of your teammates dart over, Alex putting a hand on Kelley’s shoulder.  

“Kel, stop.” She whispers, only for the defender to shrug her off.  

“No, I’m not going to wait all day for you to find the confidence to actually kick the ball.” She growls and you scoff, moving towards her, your chests now together.  

Christen’s eyes are huge from her place on the bench, as are Sonnett’s.  

“Oh no.” Christen mumbles when Tobin walks up, placing a hand on your shoulder, but you too shrug it off.  

You hear the ref’s whistle, but completely ignore it, rolling your eyes.  

“I was looking for an open player.” You snarl and Kelley laughs humorlessly.  

“Well, I was open if you were actually paying attention, maybe too busy looking at the bench.” She nods towards Christen and you shake your head.  

The ref blows her whistle again and you snarl.  

“WOULD YOU CHOKE ON THAT THING ALREADY!” You scream and everyone freezes.  

The ref almost immediately points a finger at you before retrieving a red card, holding it high in the air.  

You shake your head, laughing as you flop your arm in her direction.  

“Like I give a fuck.” You mumble stomping off the field towards the locker room, but not before you see the ref point at Kelley too, same red card held high.  

“Serves you right.”  

                                                           ***

It’s only when you’re in the locker room that you realize that someone is on your heels, that someone of course being the woman who’d aided you in getting a red card in the first place.  

"What the fuck is your problem!?” You scream and Kelley shakes her head, laughing.  

“As if you don’t fucking know!” She yells shoving you back and you snarl.  

“I DON’T!” You yell and Kelley rolls her eyes, pushing passed you.  

You follow her close behind.  

“I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM IS.” You scream and Kelley barks out a laugh, turning around, her nose brushing yours as she spits angrily in your face.  

“Maybe you should be more focused on the game than your fucking girlfriend!” She yells and you roll your eyes.  

“WHAT FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!?” You yell, voice booming and Kelley shouts, just as loud.  

“THE ONE YOU’VE BEEN HANGING OVER ALL DAY.” She cries and you shake your head.  

“WE’RE NOT TOGETHER, THERE’S NO RELATIONSHIP.”  

Kelley’s lip curls in a snarl, as does your own, and in one sudden swift movement, you’re kissing.  

The two of you spring apart, eyes wide for a moment before you growl, surging back in, your lips slamming against hers.  

Kelley jumps up, her legs wrapping around your middle.  

You slam her against a nearby wall, the woman grunting into your mouth as she hits the wall, hard. You grunt in return when she clamps down on your bottom lip violently.  

Her tongue shoves its way into your mouth, swiping against your tongue wildly, yours just as wild if not more so than against hers.  

Kelley lets out a groan, hips arching when your hands slide down her back before meeting her ass, giving her toned flesh a squeeze.  

Kelley sinks her teeth back into your lower lip, pulling it back with her as the two of you part.  

You let out a groan that sends a shiver down the defender’s spine and she can’t get enough, jerking your hair from its confides and tangling her fingers in it before dragging you in for another kiss.  

Your teeth clack together loudly as your lips hungrily meet, nothing but tongues and teeth, the locker room full of your soft sighs and groans.  

Kelley lets out a sudden cry and you spring back eyes wide, only just now realizing that her hips had been moving throughout your impromptu make out session.  

“P-please.” She whispers and your eyes widen before darkening as you lean in, kissing Kelley so much softer than you had been before.

“Is this what you wanted?” You whisper in her ear, slipping a hand between your bodies. You hand resting on the front of her shorts and Kelley lets out a cry when you dig the heel of your palm into her, turning to bury her face in your neck.  

“Is it?” You ask again, rubbing the heel of your palm against the front of her shorts, this time harder.  

“Yes.” She purrs in your ear, her lips brushing your ear lobe

You groan, ducking your head to suck and bite at her neck, leaving behind a mark you know she’ll have to cover up if she wants to avoid teasing from your teammates.  

Kelley’s breath quickens with each roll of your hips, your palm dragging against the apex between her thighs.  

“Oh, god.” Kelley sighs and you grin, biting her ear.  

“Don’t get us caught.” You tease, bumping your nose against her temple and she smiles, laughing.  

“Easy...” She starts, but her voice dies in her throat when your hand stills, fingers rubbing tight, fast circles right over the place she needs the most.  

“Easy for you to say!” She squeaks and you grin.  

“If you can’t keep quiet, I’ll stop right now.” You tease and Kelley’s arms slip from around your neck, cupping your cheeks and dragging you in for a tender kiss.  

“Don’t you fucking dare.” She whines, her forehead resting against yours as you fingers slow, eventually stilling.  

Kelley traps her bottom lip between her teeth, brow furrowed, but before she can voice her complaints, you slip your hand down the front of her shorts and over her panties, fingers teasing the front of her damp panties.  

Kelley puts her hands on your shoulders, brows furrowed as she rolls her hips, attempting to find some sort of rhythm, but to no avail.  

“I...” She starts and you smirk, leaning in to swipe your tongue along her pulse point, before nuzzling into the lightly sweat dampened bit of flesh.  

“Come on Kel...” You whisper, pressing soft kisses all over her face, the woman smiling as she shudders.  

Kelley surprises you when her dark brown orbs lock with your Y/E/C ones, her hands leaving your shoulders in favor of gently cupping your cheeks.  

Your movements slow, eyes glazing over as they stare it Kelley’s shining brown orbs.  

“Don’t stop.” She whispers softly and you swallow hard.  

Your eyes remain locked as your fingers again shift, Kelley swallowing hard, breath hitching as you draw tight circles over her bundle of nerves.  

Kelley releases a shaky breath, fighting her eye lids to keep her eyes opened, and locked with your own.

You lean in, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose, Kelley cracking a smile as she pants into your open mouth.  

You don’t know how you know, but you know she’s close, her body twitching and shaking as she rocks into your fingers with no ounce of rhythm.  

You lean in back in, this time, pressing your lips against hers and that’s what pushes her over the edge, the defender letting out a cry into your mouth as her body shudders, eyes slammed shut.  

The arm you have around Kelley tightens, ensuring that you’d never let her fall as she slowly comes down from her high.  

You lean your forehead against the wall, just above Kelley’s shoulder as you and the defender try to catch your breaths  

“Did we just...?” Kelley whispers, smiling against your neck, and you shake your head, chuckling.  

“Yeah, we did.”  

Kelley nuzzles into your neck.  

“I think we need to talk.” She whispers and you nod.  

“I think we do too.”  

                                                           ***

Vlatko is far from happy with the two of you when you come back from the locker room, letting you and the defender know that under no circumstances will you or Kelley play the next game, and possibly the game after that.  

You knew he had every right to be angry, but when Kelley took a seat next to you on the bench, a soft smile spread across her face, you realized it was worth it.  

Silently, you offer your hand to the brunette who takes it with a grin, intertwining your fingers before turning her attention back to the field.  

Further down the bench, Christen and Sonnett share a glance, the two smirking. 

“Looks like they talked it out.” Christen whispers and Sonnett’s eyes narrow as she stares closer at Kelley, her hazel orbs doubling size.  

Christen follows her line of sight, quickly realizing what Sonnett’s freaking out about, but if she knows Sonnett, she’s about to blurt it out for the whole world to hear.  

“IS THAT A HICKIE!?” She yells, thankfully, her voice is muffled by the palm of Christen’s hand, the woman wrapping her arms around the blonde.  

“Shhh!” She shushes her, and it’s then she realizes everyone is turned to the two of them, even some on the field watching them.  

Sonnett licks Christen’s hand, sending the forward a triumphant grin, though she grimaces when she wipes her hand on Emily’s face.  

“Ugh gross.” She mumbles and Christen rolls her eyes.  

Luckily, the final whistle goes off and you move to your feet, Kelley’s hand still in yours. She moves to her feet, wincing softly and your brow furrows.  

“You okay?” You whisper and Kelley’s cheeks flush.  

“Yeah just...” She shrugs and your eyes narrow.  

“Little sore.” She shrugs and your concern washes away, a wide, cocky smirk spreading across your face.  

Kelley smacks you in the chest.  

“Wipe that look of your face.” She grumbles and you shrug.  

“What look?” You ask, just then Sonnett walks up to the two of you, eyes narrowed.  

“Why do you look so smug?” She asks and you shrug, sending Kelley a smirk along with a stealthy wink.  

“No reason.”  

                                                           ***

The second you take your seat at dinner you’re swarmed by Tobin and Christen, along with a herd of rowdy children, all of them looking at you expectantly.  

“Yes?” You ask nervously and Sonnett growls.  

“I see the hickie on Kelley’s neck bitch.” She whispers and your eyes widen, cheeks blood red.  

At the other end of the table it’s much of the same, Allie turning Kelley’s head to look at the hickie left behind from your locker room tryst.  

“Well, gosh, how’d that get there?” Alex teases, poking her cheek and Kelley swats at her hand.

“Seriously, what the hell happened?” Christen nudges you and you clear your throat, downing your entire glass of water in one swift movement.  

“Just, some things...” You shrug and Tobin rolls her eyes.  

“Was a lot more than something...” She teases and you sigh.  

“I thought we were about to kick each other's asses, but we ended up kissing.” You whisper and Sonnett squeals, clapping giddily, as do the other children.  

“Oh my god you kissed!” Allie claps her hands, drawing the attention of Ali and Ashlyn the two roll their eyes.  

“Bout time.” Ashlyn mumbles and Ali nods.  

“Just took them a while...” Ashlyn mumbles, her cheeks dusted pink when Ali turns her head, kissing her cheek.  

“Sounds like two people I know.” She teases and Ashlyn’s blush darkens.  

“Wait, you don’t get a hickie from just kissing... Please tell me you didn’t bone in the locker room.” Sonnett’s eyes widen and you gasp, as if offended, your cheeks blood red.  

“No! We didn’t!” You swat at her, but a narrowed eyed leer from Tobin and Christen tells you they know you’re full of shit.  

You grab your menu, staring at its contents, your cheeks as red as the wine you’re thinking about ordering.  

“I’ll need something stronger to get through this dinner.” You mumble under your breath, though when you feel eyes on you, you glance up.  

You quickly find a pair of dark brown orbs on you and you smile softly, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes lock.  

Your respective groups watch the two of you, every one of them grinning.  

“They love each other, don’t they?” Emily whispers to Christen who nods beaming.  

“Yeah, they do.”  

                                                           ***

You and Kelley are quick to say your goodbyes when you get back to the hotel, the two of you quick to make your way into the elevator, but it’s then everything sets in and the eagerness you’d displayed moments before ebbs away, replaced by fear.  

You glance at Kelley out of the corner of her eye, catching her brown orbs already on you.  

You turn away, chuckling.  

“We’re idiots.” You mumble and Kelley snorts.

“Yeah, you could say that again.” She whispers and you turn to her with a smile. 

“I was never with Christen.” You whisper and Kelley’s eyes widen, her mouth opening and closing a few times before simply snapping shut.  

“Her and Tobin are practically married, and besides...” You glance away before turning to face her. You take a step towards her, Kelley backing up against the elevator wall as you cup her cheeks.  

“I’m in love with someone else.” You whisper and Kelley’s cheeks flush, biting her bottom lip.  

“Who might that be...?” She asks playfully and you snicker.  

“Sonnett.” You snort and Kelley playfully shoves you backwards rolling her eyes. 

“Asshole.” She shakes her head and you laugh, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her back against your chest.  

You turn, nuzzling into the side of her head and Kelley sighs, leaning back against you.  

The elevator finally dings, the doors sliding open and you smile, Kelley squealing as you throw her over your shoulder and carry her to your hotel room’s door.  

Kelley eventually wiggles out of your hold and punches you in the chest.  

“Dick.” She growls as you open your hotel room door with a snort.  

You step aside, nodding into the hotel room.  

“We still need to talk.” You whisper and Kelley nods, swallowing hard.  

“I know.” She whispers softly and you catch her hand, giving it a squeeze of reassurance.  

“It’s okay.” You nod and Kelley gives you a soft smile.  

“Okay.”  

You follow her into the room, nudging the door shut behind you as you follow Kelley to the bed, taking a seat beside her.  

You turn to her, giving her a small smile, one she immediately returns.  

“Okay, let’s get this over with...” She mumbles and you chuckle.  

“Let’s.”  

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“Sounds like they talked...” Alex rolls her eyes at the sounds coming from the other side of the wall between your joined rooms.  

Allie shakes her head with a smile.  

“We’re never going to get any sleep are we?” She asks and Alex shakes her head.  

“Nope.”  

                                                         ***

Water cascades down on you as you spin around, nodding your head as you sing into the bar of soap in your hand.  

I like you girl, but you don’t seem excited   Since she walked in, where has your mind been? You’re talking to me, but thinking of her Your secret is safe, I won’t say a word

You let out a laugh when the other woman beneath the shower head swipes the bar of soap, throwing it in the air and catching it with ease.  

We should slow down, I was moving too quick You don’t say you love me, you just bite your lip I can read the signals from a mile away. I know she is on your mind and that’s okay

Kelley holds the soap out to you and instead of taking it you wrap your hand around hers and the two of you grin as you both sing into the bar of soap together.  

I think she likes girls Every time she flaunts You wanna get real and tell me   What you want I think she likes girls I think she likes girls

I think she likes girls I can’t make her stop She wants to kiss her lips but she’s scared to get caught I think she likes girls I think she likes girls She likes, girls, girls, girls She likes, girls, girls, girls She likes, girls, girls, girls I think she likes girls

Kelley giggles when you tilt your head back and press a kiss to her forehead before bumping your nose playfully against hers.  

If you’re craving her body you shouldn’t hide it You told her the truth the flame was ignited Lost in the night you’re touching her skin Leaving the club, the kissing begins

We should slow down, I was moving too quick You don’t say you love me, you just bite your lip I can read the signals from a mile away I know she is on your mind and that’s okay

You turn Kelley around, pressing your front too her back as you sing the lyrics into her ear, the two of you laughing as you playfully sway back and forth.

I think she likes girls Every time she flaunts You wanna get real and tell me   What you want I think she likes girls I think she likes girls

I think she likes girls I can’t make her stop She wants to kiss her lips but she’s scared to get caught I think she likes girls I think she likes girls

She likes, girls, girls, girls She likes, girls, girls, girls She likes, girls, girls, girls I think she likes girls

Kelley turns around, cupping your cheek with one hand, still holding the bar of soap in the other as the two of you lean forwards, your foreheads resting against one another.  

She’s feeling lonely, feeling in She met her on the dancefloor She knew she had to have more  

She’s feeling faded, it’s not pretend She met her on the dancefloor She knew she had to have more

She’s feeling lonely, feeling in She met her on the dancefloor She knew she had to have more

She’s feeling faded, it’s not pretend She met her on the dancefloor She knew she had to have more

Kelley grins, tilting her head back to press a kiss to your lips, a kiss you eagerly return, the kiss soft, softer than your first kiss, fueled by nothing but love.

The song again starts back up and you and Kelley start to dance again, your noses brushing as you sing against one another’s lips.  

I think she likes girls Every time she flaunts You wanna get real and tell me   What you want I think she likes girls I think she likes girls

I think she likes girls I can’t make her stop She wants to kiss her lips but she’s scared to get caught I think she likes girls I think she likes girls

I think she likes girls Every time she flaunts You wanna get real and tell me   What you want I think she likes girls I think she likes girls

I think she likes girls I can’t make her stop She wants to kiss her lips but she’s scared to get caught I think she likes girls I think she likes girls She likes, girls, girls, girls She likes, girls, girls, girls She likes, girls, girls, girls I think she likes girls

The song ends, the two of you grinning as you playfully bump you noses together, laughing softly as you press your lips to hers.  

It doesn’t matter that the water has gone cold, it doesn’t matter that the two of you nearly killed each other on the field today, all that matters is Kelley is in your arms, her bare chest against your own as you bury your nose in her hair.  

“I love you.” You whisper softly, Kelley’s heart ceasing to beat as she pulls back to look into your Y/E/C orbs.  

Kelley’s bottom lip trembles as she cups your cheek, pulling you down into a passionate kiss that knocks the air out of your lungs.

The two of you part, neither going far as you lean your foreheads together, eyes shining with nothing but pure adoration.  

“I love you too.” Kelley whispers and you grin, leaning in for another kiss.  

You jump when a song starts playing through your phone’s speakers, a beaming smile spreading across your face.  

“This concert isn’t over O’Hara.” You tease and she laughs.  

“I’m just fine with that.”  

It goes without saying that you and Kelley sing well into the night, keeping Alex and Allie awake with your singing, but neither care, happy to know that you finally accepted your feelings for one another, all because of a number of bathroom ballads.  

Songs:

Little Mix: Always Be Together Meg & Liz: Look What You Started Labrinth: Jealous Jazmine Sullivan: Bust Your Windows Metro Station: She Likes Girls

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The Princess’s Secret- Chapter 1

Africa, 12:15 p.m.

People of Africa, arise and to work!

You have conquered the soil and won your rights;

Your freedom will be born of your courage.

Lift up your eyes, the future is yours.

The people of Africa, sung while waiting for the precious royal family to come out off the famous Warrior Palace. 

They were happy and love their country.

However, the precious darling to much of the whole continent of Africa and the world, Ciara, was not so happy. As she was in her motorcade, looking at the spectators, she saw the happiness that she had years ago.

Ciara looked away from the crowd, and looked at the seat next to her. 

Her husband.

Trevante, wasn’t sitting there due to his grandmother “acting” like she really needed him in the car. Ciara saw between that lie that his grandmother told him.

However, Tre didn’t.

Ciara saw his grandmother invite, Sasha, a woman who “suppose” to be Trevante’s wife in his grandmother eyes and her advisors. Sasha was the “native”, black woman who would bring up a “great” heir for the throne.

Ciara and Trevante have been trying to have a baby since they have been married. Out of the six years they have been married, they have experience five miscarriages and had child.

Unfortunately, a tragic event took the child.

Ciara finally looked down at her navy blue dress and saw the tear stains on her dress. She wiped her tears and looked in her purse to fix up her makeup.

Toby, Cierra’s and Tre’s driver, pulled up to the gates of the palace. As he was waiting for the guards to open it, Toby looked at Princess Ciara. He saw the tears  and the small mascara stains on her cheeks. 

“ Princess, you okay?” Toby asked as he pulled through the gates. Ciara straighten up and looked at the back of Toby’s head. 

“ Toby, I’m okay.” Ciara answered while finishing up her makeup. As she said that through her teeth, Toby and Ciara knew that she was lying. Toby and Ciara tooked up a friendship with some occasional flirtation. Toby developed a crush on her.

Ciara wouldn’t dare cheat on him, but sometimes it would be great to have her husband to take up for her. Toby always made a way for Ciara to smiled and told her the things she need to here whenever the Queen brought her down. 

“ Okay princess, this is your spot.” Toby spoke up for the Princess to snapped out of her thoughts. 

Ciara looked around and saw the cameras flashing and ready for her to come out. Ciara thought to herself, “ Fake smile.” 

Ciara finally looked up at Toby and smiled at him: not a fake one. 

“ You got this beautiful.” Toby stated with much pride. However, he realized that he spoke out of terms with one of the royal family members. As he looked back at Ciara, she smiled and nodded.

“ Thanks Toby.” Ciara spoke as the door open with a guard with his hand out.

Toby smiled, knowing that he made the Princess smiled.

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New York, 6:30 a.m.

“ Ummm homeboy, I don’t do lips and it is time for you to go” Nikki said while looking at her one night stand.

“ Baby, now come on, let me get to know you!” The one night stand said while looking at Nikki. Nikki walked over to the door and open it. She looked back at the man, whom finish in 10 minutes, and was also very clingy.

“ Man, you weren’t that good and baby you ain’t that cute. Now sashay away” Nikki proclaim with much boom to her voice.

The man picked up his clothes and left Nikki’s apartment. With that,Nikki shut the door, and went to living room in her high rise apartment  in New York.

Nikki wasn’t just any old body in New York. Nikki is the editor-and-chief of the most proclaim black magazine in New York: Melanin. With Melanin only been known in the black community from the previous editors- and chiefs.

Nikki changed that in the past year of her being the head. Now the magazine is a well publish and own magazine. Beating out there top competitor, Togue, she made the leading magazine be something for the culture.

Nikki got her big binder for the issue of August with Beyoncé and Serena Williams on it. She sat down and turn on the TV to the Royal News Channel.

As she turn it on, she heard her phone ring. She sat down and picked up the phone off her coffee table and answered.

“ Okay girl, I got some news you will like! It’s about the royal family!” Natalie shouted over the phone. Nikki smiles as she heard her little sister,the person who knows everything and her personal assistant, breathing hard over the phone.

Before Nikki could answer, Natalie already answered.

“ Well girl, I heard that Princess Ciara is very unhappy. They say that Queen Aysia is very mean with her, which I believe is very untrue. That means you can find out from the Princess yourself.” Natalie stayed while finishing up in a rush.

As the 70th anniversary of Queen Aysia ruling, there was going to be a big festival. With that, Queen Aysia wanted Nikki herself to interview her family and others for her feature in the magazine.

Nikki looked up to her TV, catching Princess Ciara coming out her motorcade. She saw the smile, the fake smile, that Nikki knew all to well.

Nikki knows what is BS being born on the Westside of ATL. When she was younger, Nikki learn that you need to observe people before you talked to them. Also, learning to looked out for a details especially when her brother got shot.

As Nikki, kept looking at the TV screen, she saw Ciara with her fake smile. Nikki could tell the Princess was unhappy, with the puffiness under her eyes from crying about 30 minutes ago. Also, she could see that Ciara was a genuine human being that goes with her spirit to help anybody and everybody.

She watch as Princess Ciara walked to her husband, Trevante. Nikki saw that Trevante was a loving and kind person . A man that loves his wife, but a man that try to please everybody to keep the peace. As the Princess and Prince took hands, while everybody whom was watching the couple’s moment.

Nikki could tell Ciara was scared, by how hard she squeeze his hand. Her smiles turn into a grin in someway, a grin that had grimace behind it, that made Nikki angry.

“ Nikki, you still there?” Natalie question to her sister.

“ Yeah, however, this African Royal Family interview just got a little more interesting” Nikki boldly stated.

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Africa, 6:30 p.m.

“Princess Ciara, hunny you need to get ready.” Adah, Cierra’s aide and maid, shouted while closing the blinds.

With no answer, Adah looked back at the Princess. Ciara looked up with tears coming down her eyes.

“ Oh honey!” Adah shouted while jogging over to the Princess. Adah got to her and hug her. With that, Ciara cried harder into her shoulder.

Adah knew what was upsetting her and it upset Adah.

While the Royal Family was on the balcony of the Warrior Palace, Ciara was told to stand inside the palace and not along with her husband, whom was standing on the balcony along his grandmother and immediate family.

Ciara wasn’t upset about that, she was mostly upset that the Queen told Sasha to stand in the position that Ciara was suppose to stand at. Trevante didn’t stop Sasha from grabbing along to his arm. To the world it seem like the childhood best friends, but to Ciara and other people in the Royal Family that was different.

Some of the non-immediate family of the Royal Family looked at Ciara in sympathy. Ciara tried to shake the tears, but she couldn’t. With everything from not being able to have a baby and Tre not standing up for her: she busted out crying.

She did not only get the attention of the family that was inside, but everybody that was in the balcony. She met eyes with her husband’s and she ran to their wing of Warrior Castle.

“ Ciara, honey I’m so sorry!” Adah said with much sadness behind her voice. Adah could hear the hurt in Ciara’s voice. Adah has been apart of the royal family staff since Trevante was born. She saw how the Queen been for  30 years ,and was one of her biggest critics in the staff.

“ If you don’t speak up, you will die unheard.” Adah said quoting an African proverb while rubbing Ciara’s back.

Adah, always told her to speak her mind back to the Queen. However, she understands that the Queen can get even more down and dirty and ruin Ciara if she really wanted to.

With Ciara keep on crying, the bedroom door open up. Adah looked to see Prince Trevante standing looking at her and Ciara.

Trevante dark skin was glowing from the Shea Butter and Baby Oil he moisturize with everyday. He walked in with his African Army Accolades Belt over his left shoulder.

“ Hello Adah.” Trevante said with his deep Nigerian accent. Trevante lived in Nigeria with his father until he left for college.

Trevante looked at his wife and just shooked his head. Tre felled in love with the overly shy girl at Alabama State. The shy woman who took him to eat McDonald for the first time. They talked about the economy and different human rights issue instead it being about his status and wealth.

Seeing his wife cry, made Trevante feel like he fail as a husband. However, his grandmother was his mother. Prince Trevante’s mother died after she gave childbirth at the hospital. Queen Aysia was the person to help comfort her child, Prince Aray, and take care of her grandson like a mother. So whenever his grandmother says something, he does.

“Adah, could you leave please?” Trevante ask with his booming voice. Adah knew that Tre ask it as a question to be nice, however she also knew that it was an order. 

Adah pulled Ciara head up from her shoulder and looked at her. She looked at Ciara’s eyes and she saw the hurt that she was going through. Adah smiled at Ciara, and let her go to go out of the room.

As she pass Tre, she gave him a look and left.

Trevante walked over to the couple’s bed and stood by one of the gold pillars at the foot of the bed. 

“ Ciara, why was you crying. That really upset my grandmother.” Tre confessed with some anger behind it. Ciara scoffed and looked at him.

“ Trevante, your grandmother have been trying to break us up since we got married! Then she makes me stay in the back and let Sasha, the woman that suppose to be princess in her eyes, stand by you during the Royal March!” Ciara spoked softly, taking her eyes off of him.

“ Cierra, Sasha is one of my best friends! My grandmother knows that! She knows I love you! Ciara, I am going to always listen to my grandmother because knows what best!” Trevante screeched the last part to her. Ciara just nods her head and just looked down at her lap.

“ So if she flats out say, get a divorce from me, would you listen then?” Ciara questioned slowly while looking her husband in his eyes with much anguish behind it.

Trevante stared at her, he didn’t know what to say. Of course, he wouldn’t divorce his wife because that was the only person he could be normal with and he loves her dearly. However, his grandmother was the matriarch of the family, and she always knew what was “best”.

With the silence in the air, Ciara had her answer. Ciara start crying hard and shaking her head. She quickly got up and head to the bathroom in the couple’s room. Tre tried to go after her, but the he met the door instead.

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Africa, 11:30 p.m.

With African drums playing in the background, the ball for the Royal March was just starting. This is not the typical ball that Royals have. This is a ball where dancing, eating, and having fun was suppose to overflow. While all of this was happening, at the royal table, Ciara sat alone and watch the crowded.

As per usual, she was by herself and away from her husband due to the Queen’s “needs” to be met. Ciara saw Tre with Sasha the whole night. 

One thing that was clear that Tre would defintiely do anything for his grandmother even divorce in Ciara’s eyes. She saw them laugh and touch, which she was prohibited by the Queen and her advisors to touch her own husband, but Sasha could. 

Ciara held in her tears for once and didn’t cry. As she finish eating Jollof rice, she saw King Zane come over. King Zane was the complete opposite than his wife, he was loving and caring of his grandson’s wife. He saw the kindness, and the gentleness of her soul that she gave whenever she do royal duties.

“ How is my favorite granddaughter-n-law ?”  King Zane roared with his deep baritone voice with his drink his hand. Ciara looked up from her plate, with a mouth full of Jollof rice.

“ Well, I don’t blame you for eating some Jollof now!” King Zane laughed at Ciara while sitting besides her. King Zane looked over the crowded and saw his wife talking to some of the lieutenants of the Army with his son, Prince Ade, following right behind her. To his daughter, Princess Angel, dancing with one of royals from Spain. To his youngest son, Prince Aray, drinking with some royals from Italy and England.

He looked back to Ciara, about to speak, until he saw that she was staring at something. He looked the same way she did, and saw that his grandson and Sasha was dancing very closely. With her hands rubbing all up and down his arms and Trevante not stopping.

King Zane got up, and went to the mic.

“ Hello everyone, I would like to give a special announcement to my beautiful granddaughter-n-law!” King Zane announce capturing all the attention due to his voice and fun personality. He looked towards Ciara, which she was smiling, and continue on.

“ My announcement to her, is one of my famous dad jokes!” King Zane laughed out with some people laughing. King Zane put on his glasses and took out his phone and spoke out.

“  Did you hear the rumor about butter?” ,King Zane pause while looking at the crowded, “Well, I'm not going to spread it!" King Zane finish while laughing at it. Everybody wasn’t laughing at the joke, but was laughing how cringy it was and how much King Zane was cracking up.

“ Well that is all folks, I’m only a one joke at a time type of guy!” King Zane laughed while walking towards Ciara. She was laughing along besides him. Even though Ciara didn’t need to know why he went up there, she was glad he did.

“ I got to go to the restroom!” Ciara said while still laughing at King Zane. King Zane looked at his granddaughter- n-law and shooked his head. As Ciara left, Toby wave to her. He was invite due to him being a close friend with a lieutenant. 

To hers and Toby not knowing, Queen Aysia saw the exchange. She knew they was friends, but Trevante didn’t know how close they really were. 

Ciara headed to the bathroom after the waving to Toby. As she got in there she saw Sasha and her buddies. They all looked at Ciara and Ciara looked back at them. 

“ Hello, Princess Ciara.” Sasha snorted out while looking at the only thing that kept her from Trevante. Ciara looked at her and shook her head and move to one the sinks to freshen up.

“ Oh, so the Princess can’t talk no more. Well you really don’t talk ever!” Sasha jeered at her with her two friends laughing in the back.

Ciara looked at her, and all she saw was her having her hands all over Tre.

“ Leave my fucking husband along!” Cierra cursed at Sasha while giving her glare.

“ Oh so the Princess want me to leave Tre along. The Queen don’t like you! Princess, you know when Tre was not at home that night last Saturday and was on a trip for the Army. Guess where he was, my bed! He made me feel so good and made love to me all night long!” Sasha tease while walking towards Ciara.

“ He tells me everything that you don’t do. For instance, you haven’t gave him a baby. A simple thing for a woman to do. Plus, your first child is dead because of you!” Sasha teased some more putting emphasizes on the last sentence. 

As she said those words, Ciara didn’t know what overtook her. She looked at Sasha and punch her in the face. With that, a brawl was on between the ladies. Ciara got her choke and didn’t let go. 

With that, Ciara kept holding her neck. Ciara didn’t hear the guards, the Queen, Trevante, and some of the rest of Royal Family coming into the bathroom. Tre saw that Sasha looked like she was going limp.

 Tre picked up Ciara and pulled her to a wall.

“ What the hell is wrong with you!” Trevante screamed at Ciara. Ciara looked at him and pushed him.

“ You!” Ciara screams back with much anger. She looked around looking at the Queen and her advisors. They all looked at Ciara in digusted. With that Ciara, left the bathroom in tears and go back to the one place that she is not outcasted: her bedroom.

“ Now this is what I am talking about! Why you married that girl, she mentally crazy for hurting Sasha like that!” Queen Aysia said looking at Tre. Some of the guards help Sasha up and took her away. With that the only person left in there was Tre.

He shook his head and left the bathroom.

As the door close, the toilet flush.

Nikki walks out of the stall, clicking the voice memos recording off. She went to the sink and wash her hands. As she did that, she thought about what just happen and saw how the Princess was indeed in a very unhappy spot and how Natalie was definitely wrong about the Queen.

With that, she was going make sure that every secret would be told.

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Well you guys this is my first chapter for The Princess’s Secrets.

Who is the bad guy in this story: Ciara, Tre, Queen Aysia, Sasha??

Hope you guys like and please comment if you really did like it a lot!!!! Please reblog and have fun with it!!!

Taglist-

@l-auteuse @ljstraightnochaser @munteanhore @twistedcharismaaa @19jammmy @lovesunnyandmary @soufcakmistress

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[teddibearclub]

my favourite things kpop boys have said:

eric: a long time ago i dressed up as a princess but now i want to dress up as-

kevin: a prince?

eric: no, geodude from pokémon

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kevin: i don’t know what a het is

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20 seconds of silence

jisung (skz): gay!

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kevin: van gogh was found wigless and shook in his grave, thank you for that narrative.

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mark lee: i feel like the possibility of those possibilities being possible is just another possibility that can possibly happen

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johnny: i was thinking we could also go for like frozen yogurt

mark completely changing the tone straight faced: oh i’m not a yogurt fan, i can’t eat yogurt

johnny: no it’s like ICEcream

mark: i know

johnny: ok nevermind

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mark lee to a random person : excuse me do you know this song “party on the city where the heat is on all night in the beach where the beat is on, welcome to miami”

the person:

mark lee: i’m sorry ok

*later*

mark lee: hey do you guys know this song-

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mark lee: wow this country music is making this texas feel more like texas, even more like texas

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mark lee: my fingers aren’t mine

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jaemin: then i’m jin ramyum

dream: oiiiiii

renjun: i feel like dying

dream:

renjun: what’s wrong?

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mark lee to a squirrel: check this out hey buddy aw come on man waaeyay

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mark: woah it’s actually different from santa monica beach because i always thought that all beaches were the same and it actually isn’t

johnny: that’s horrible how you think that

mark: i mean like in a way you know it’s just like water and a shore and then sand but now it’s different

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renjun: in the case that this works out for me, i am going to go to the moon. i don’t want to live on this earth.

-

ten: *does a cute thing then looks at renjun* why are you looking at your hyung like that?

renjun: i’m scared

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doni: can you do something like jeno did?

renjun: i don’t really understand korean that well

doni: suddenly? chenle, is there anything you can do?

chenle: i don’t understand...

*renjun and chenle high five*

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renjun: i have an animal that i’m afraid of and i don’t have plans on revealing what it is

johnny: why? what animal is it

jeno: tell us!

renjun: it’s humans

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renjun on weekly idol: i’m confident in korean

renjun anytime he doesn’t want to answer something: i’m not good at korean

renjun fluent in korean: korean is hard for me! :)

mr fluent in korean speaking in korean: i can’t speak korean though?

renjun to dream who know he’s fluent: i’m bad a korean you know

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mark: we gathered up together in the early morning it’s nice

renjun: as we’ve been together since early in the morning, i’m tired of being together now

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renjun: emergency exits remind me of nctzens

jeno: *spitting out his water*

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renjun: today though such a fun program like idol room, i learned that the world is a cold and unfair place

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mark: there’s so much generation difference between us

renjun pushing mark away: let’s keep our distance then

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renjun: i wonder what it’ll be like when i become an adult, im worried i feel like i’ll have to be more responsible, but seeing mark.. there isn’t much to it, i mean he can drink now but that’s about it

-

yukhei: you see i’m born in the 80s so i don’t know about slang

renjun pointing to kun: what about that guy over there?

kun: *ready to murder*

-

sicheng: the scene where i appear-

renjun: YOU IMMEDIATELY DISAPPEAR

-

renjun to jeno: because you are even less fun than usual i am giving you this award

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renjun: we’re so boring so fans must be pressing all the hearts out of boredom

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renjun: so if i don’t win i have to pair up with the mc?

mc: yes

renjun: i should pull myself together then

-

mc: why are you so good at korean?

renjun: i’m not good at korean

doni: *grabs renjun because he’s a lying brat*

renjun: *happily showing the camera he is being attacked* why aren’t you fixing my clothes?

doni: *fixing renjuns shirt because he’s a king and it’s what he deserves*

-

renjun after losing every game: this is like we’re in a movie maybe there will be a big plot twist at the end

doni: there won’t

renjun: as expected from a biased pair of people

-

renjun and chenle talking

jisung: what are you guys saying?

renjun: if you want to know learn the language

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mark: do we get a prize?

mc: we have an expensive gift prepared

renjun: now it’s worth doing!

-

chenle: wow my chinese is so good

renjun: nice! did you forget you’re chinese?

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i cant remember who said this probably renjun: i think nct dream, you can say we are kind of a fun team, but when i look at the hyung team i feel frustrated, please gain strength hyungs

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mark: ive been wearing the shoes renjun made, they’re very comfortable

renjun: i didnt make them comfortable i just drew on them

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renjun: a spoiler? what if i get fired from the company?

donghyuck: get fired? us? get fired? lmao

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kevin: jacob i’ve been waiting forever for this moment

jacob: waiting for what? waiting for me?

kevin: honey i see you everyday

-

jacob: the scent of autumn, the scent of leaves

kevin: we’re indoors but okay

-

kevin: kid, mama’s gotta dance

-

renjun: *speaks in chinese*

jeno: wow you are so good at chinese, did u study it a lot?

renjun: yes

-

ten: oh this is not icecream this is butter

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johnny: there’s this thing too where girls call guys as “oh daddy” but not like a real dad

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tens birthday note to johnny: i wanna have xxxx with you fatass! love you forever darling

mark: i don’t think we should read that

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donghyuck: a six-pack is too heavy for me, so now i only walk around with a one-pack. i leave the other five behind.

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nct: goodnight

mark: don’t let the bed bugs bite

ten: open your eyes

nct: NO CLOSE YOUR EYES! CLOSE YOUR EYES!

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johnny: my dad knew i likes beans so like he was playing with beans, and he dropped it and then he dropped it on a rock and it slid and then hot water started falling, and then coffee

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host: wow your english is really good

johnny: i’m from chicago

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johnny: i chose fried mackerel, mackarol, mackarel, the fish, mackerol, mackerel, mackarel *cute shrug*

-

jungwoo: trip to space

johnny: you wanna go home?

mark: that’s where he came from

jungwoo: my friends are there

mark: that’s his home town

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jacob: i cant compare to him so-

kevin: it’s okay jacob everyone’s an artist in their own way

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kevin: fun fact i used to do gymnastics

jacob: SAME

kevin: oh really!!

jacob: and then i quit :)

-

chenle: talking to reporters-

jisung: harry potter

jisung in excitement: ha-REPORTER

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kevin in distress: jacob you have no beyoncé in your library, what is this? WHAT IS THIS!?

jacob: no i respect her i love her music

kevin making a scissor motion with his hands: you know what this is? scissors. to cut our friendship.

jacob: why are you exposing me like that

kevin: i’m just kidding, if beyoncé can forgive jayz i can forgive you jacob”

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kevin: jacob came back from canada with a suitcase full of cereal

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donghyuck: oh canada, this is korea man don’t forget okay.

-

mark lee: wait chips means fries right? 

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kevin: sam if you’re out there i’m still waiting for you to *cough* TEXT ME BACK

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jacob: and jeff i love you

tbz: awww

kevin: mY nAmE jEfF

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chenle pointing at a roller coaster: do you wanna ride?

jisung: hell no i’ll die

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chenle: jisung which sunglasses are better these or the other ones

jisung: both are mediocre

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doyoung: that’s a difficult question because i don’t read

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fan: comments something about renjun stealing their heart

renjun: i don’t know how to react to these types of comments... why are you all like this? everyone let’s self reflect...

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renjun: pretend we’re close in front of the camera

donghyuck: we’re supposed to be close friends right? this is going to be hard 

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ten: xiaojun stop being dramatic challenge

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taemin from shinee: *singing replay by shinee*

yukhei: that’s not it

yukhei *showing taemin from shinee how to sing a shinee song*

mark: *dying in the background*

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bambam talking about got7’s first album: you know the time we thought we was so cool, we was so good, but then we look back and it’s like what the hell

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jae: would you rather wake up in someone’s body or wake up without being able to communicate?

brian: i’d rather not communicate

jae: then you can’t sing

brian: i’m fine with that, my parents gifted me this body

day6: ??? the fuck ???

sungjin: what if you wake up in JYPs body one day?

day6:

day6: what about it. i love it. that’s would be lovely

jae: we love you boss 👍

-

jae: what would you forget?

dowoon: i ate some ants as a kid

wonpil: i ate pill bugs

sungjin: i ate soap

wonpil: everyone’s eaten soap, what about crayons?

jae: crayons???

wonpil: they looked delicious when i was a kid

brian: i’ve eaten them

sungjin: they must’ve tasted good

-

dowoon: *stuffing marshmallows in his mouth*

brian: no you can do more STOP CHEWING PUT IT IN

dowoon muffled: i think i’m going to die

brian: you think you’re going to die??

brian smiling: sorry he might die , he might choke to death

jae: *reaching over to stuff more marshmallows in dowoons mouth*

-

brian gets a dare to sing everything he says: dare or dare~

dowoon: oooowwooo~

brian: this is my dare don’t take it from me~

-

q: can you name my bird

renjun: ...if i say to name it “bird” will u want to hit me

[weirdochick56]

Mr. Evans- Chris Evans AU Chapter Seven

Teacher!Chris Evans x Student!Reader

Warnings: TeacherxStudent relationship. Slightly Underage reader x adult teacher. An almost-sexual-assault scene. If this triggers you please don’t read. Violence. (just a small fight scene)  Disclaimers: I don’t own CE or you. I don’t condone any relationship of this kind. This is for fictional and entertainment purposes only. 

A/N: Also, can we all just agree that if at any point a woman or anyone else says “no” or “stop”, you have to respect their wishes? CONSENT IS EVERYTHING PERIOD! Word Count:  4, 392 words

Read Chapter Six Here!!

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(Gif isn’t mine!)

The thing you hated about parties the most was the fact that they never seemed to end.

Well, actually, that was the second thing you hated about them the most. The thing you actually hated the most about parties was having to dress up.

“God fuckin- Margo,” you groan, tugging at the soft fabric of your black cocktail dress.

“What?” She looks at you from the corner of her eye, gaze trained on the road ahead of her.

“This thing is too short.”

Laughing, your best friend shakes her head at your apprehensiveness. “You can not be serious, Y/n. That dress is like, six inches above your knees. Max. And it’s long at the back so...”

You lean back into the comfy seat of Margo’s sedan, grumbling. “I don’t like heels.”

She wiggles her brows. “They make your legs look great, though.”

You can’t argue the point with her any longer and hated to admit she was right. The strappy heels which wrapped all the way just below your knees and off-shoulder dress that hugged your top but spread out at the bottom required a considerable amount of cash from your father's bank account but looked really good on you.

The style was so far from your usual jeans and sneakers minimalist fashion but tonight you actually looked...pretty.

But that was just you. Margo insisted that you always looked pretty. The only difference tonight was that you looked “extremely fuckable.”

Not your favorite choice of wording but fair enough.

While getting ready, you’d asked her to go easy on the makeup (which she did not want to do) in exchange for you to let her do whatever she wanted to your hair.

She’d reluctantly agreed, only applying a thick layer of mascara to your lashes, shimmering eyeshadow to your lids and a pink-tinted lip gloss.

She didn’t do as much as you would’ve thought with the hair though, opting to curl it all instead of the crazy up-do you’d been expecting. The curls were big and loose and sexy. You looked bold and sophisticated and for once you felt good about your appearance.

“So this party,” you start. “How long is it gonna last?”

“Oh. As long as you want it to, baby.” She smirks in that typical Margo fashion that made you uneasy as hell.

“Oh no,” you groan softly under your breath.

Tonight was going to be a disaster, you just knew it.

*

Jenna Miller’s mansion was huge. Huge as in it may actually have been an entire estate.

The music was loud and even as you made your way up the steps of the front lawn, your feet still vibrated with the strong bass of “Pumped Up Kicks” by Foster The People.

You almost hold back a wince at the multiple couples on the literal brink of having sex right then and there. Almost.

Margo, who wore a tight red dress showing off all her incredible curves and monstrous black heels, hugged you to her, puckering her ruby red lips. “C’ mon Y/n. Stop being such a prude. A little kissing never hurt anyone.”

You laugh at her incredulously, pointing to a nearby couple practically dry-humping eachother. “That is not kissing. That is full-on sex.”

She smirks. “You mind now, but I’m sure if it was a certain English teacher kissing you, you wouldn’t mind in the least.”

You flush almost immediately at the sound of Mr. Evans and kissing in the same sentence, gulping a lump in your throat. If only she knew.

“Let’s just go in, yeah?” You rasp, walking in ahead of her.

She mumbles something about you “acting weird lately” under her breath but follows you all the same.

The inside of the house is not much better than the outside, with people drinking and hollering loudly. Some are making out in various places of the living area and most are just dancing like crazy.

You link your arms with Margo almost instinctively, your social anxiety kicking in at the overwhelming sight. I should’ve stayed home watching the rest of the third season of Breaking Bad, you think regretfully.

Margo smiles down at you softly. patting your hand reassuringly. “It’ll be okay, Y/n. Just relax. I’ll be here with you every step of the way.”

The third thing you hated most about parties happened to be that Margo thrived in them. 

Which meant it’d hadn’t even when an hour before she’d gone to get you drinks that she’d been surrounded by a crowd of her other friends, obscuring your view of her except for her head as another crowd of sweaty teens came in, blocking her off completely.

This immediately makes you anxious and you push your way through the crowd but it’s almost impossible. A string of “excuse me’s” and “sorry’s” follow close behind as you practically shove people away in desperate search of your friend, but when you make it to the other side where Margo had previously been in, she was gone.

You look around the immediate premise for her a bit more, but she’s nowhere to be found. You just hope she’ll eventually make her way back to where you’d been last.

You assumed she’d gone off to mingle and didn’t want to interrupt whatever socially-strengthening experience she was having right now. Just because you were incapable of holding a casual conversation with others doesn’t mean you had the right to hold her back from doing so. You were already enough baggage as it was.

So you sigh, throwing yourself back onto the couch you had found in a dark corner. You hoped no one else happened to stumble upon it in the time it took Margo to come back.

Time ticked by torturously by. You watched a game of beer pong going on in front of you and laughed along to some of the stupidities the dares these kids had come up with. Somewhere nearby, a clearly not-sober girl had begun a striptease to the tune of “Partition” by Beyoncé. Guys hollered and you gasped, about to go save the poor girl’s dignity before another girl quickly steps in and takes the girl off the table, giving her her shirt back and using it to cover her as she tugged her away. 

So there you are, bored out of your fucking mind, playing random games on your phone and trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. It's been twenty minutes already when you feel the spot on the couch next to you sink.

Looking over, you raise a brow at who’s decided to sit next to you. He smiles that well-known charming smile of his and you suddenly realize why every girl in your school is in love with him.

“Hey,” James greets you warmly.

James McDaniels. Typical fuckboy. Hot as hell, dangerously charming and your town’s resident golden boy. The son of some big CEO who’d moved from another town down south, everyone believes he’ll make it to play football professionally.

But that’s beside the point. Why was the most attractive/popular guy in school talking to...you?

“Um...hi?” Rather than a greeting, you sound like you’re questioning yourself. You don’t wait for him to respond before you turn your attention back to your phone.

“Want a drink?” he draws your attention back to him, offering you a red solo cup.

You look at the cup then slowly trail your eyes from his hand to his -quite honestly- muscular arm to his handsome face which is pleasantly curved into an eye-blindingly sexy smile.

Immediately, your defenses go up and you shake your head disinterestedly. “No thank you. I don’t take drinks from strangers.”

He chuckles lightly, clicking his tongue. “I didn’t spike it if that’s what you’re thinking. Not that kind of guy, princess.”

His voice is incredibly attractive. Raspy and smooth and he has the hint of a southern accent which somehow makes it all the more attractive.

You finally look at him, putting our phone away in your clutch.

James McDaniels is not your type at all. He’s not dumb per se, but he’s not exactly an intellectual either.

And most importantly, he’s not Mr. Evans...

His eyes were a pretty hazel but they weren’t that gorgeous baby blue that occasionally turned into a deep aqua blue you loved so much. His hair was a dark brown, not a light dirty blonde you always have the urge to run your fingers through. His face was freshly-shaven and didn’t have the hints of a beard you utterly loved scratching your face. And his lips were nice, but they weren't Mr. Evans’s lips.

The thoughts infuriate you. Why are you still thinking about Mr. Evans, Y/n? That was a one-time thing and it was never even meant to happen. It’ll never happen again anyways. He’ll never be able to be with you in the real world. Wake up.

Shocking even yourself, you take the cup from James’s hand with a small smile. “Thanks.” And then you throw it back, drinking its contents in one go.

Immediately, you start coughing erratically, the alcohol burning your throat intensely. James laughs, patting your back lightly.

“Not used to drinking, I assume?”

You smile lightly at him, wiping your mouth. “Nope.” You frown. “What was that?”

He shrugs, downing his own drink easily. He crushes the cup in his hand and throws it over his shoulder. “Vodka maybe? Who even cares? It’s good, right?”

You find yourself smiling lightly, nodding along. “Yep.”

He smirks mischievously. “Wanna get more?”

You nibble on your lip, considering the offer lightly. It sounds fucked up, but for a few seconds, you were able to forget about Mr. Evans and the torture of not being able to ever really have him. You felt...good. Numb. So nothing, really. But that still was better than feeling the pain. You wanted to feel like that forever.

Plus, James McDaniels didn’t seem like bad company. You’d be cautious anyways.

You smirk at him. “Yes, please.”

*

Needless to say, as someone not used to drinking at all, your body did not grow accustomed to the alcohol that was constantly flowing into it fast enough whatsoever. 

It started out casual, but over time you’d become less and less defensive about the drinking, simply craving the feeling the alcohol gave you. The freedom from the memory of Mr. Evan’s lips on yours it offered you.

You were a lightweight and before you knew it, you were drunk.

Everything felt so much better when you didn’t feel like yourself. Even James, who you had no particular interest in became much more interesting with the alcohol. 

He was nice and flirty and over the time you’d spent conversing, he’d slowly moved in closer to you, expressing his interest in you with little brushes on your shoulder and face and legs...

You barely noticed, too lost in the euphoric feeling of the alcohol currently coursing through your system. Your muscles were loose and your smile came easy and you’d never felt so careless and free.

Margo never really made her way back to you but you were too buzzed to give a shit.

“So I fell off the fucking bleachers and landed on my ass,” James finishes his story and you can’t help but snort, quickly falling into a fit of giggles thereafter.

You don’t even know why you’re laughing so much, it’s not even that funny but you can’t help it. 

You calm down enough to ask, “oh my God, you really let that tiny guy shove you like that? For a girl?”

He shrugs with a soft smile, caressing your arm softly then looking into your eyes sincerely. “For the right girl, yeah. Sure princess.”

You can’t help but scoff, downing your tenth to eleventh vodka shot of the night.

“What?” James chuckles a bit confusedly.

You look at him with a grin. “Nothing, it’s just...you’re good.”

He raises a brow. “Good?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yeah. Dangerously good. I mean c’ mon! ‘For the right girl, sure’?!” You huff. “That has got to be the cheesiest line I’ve ever heard!”

He smiles in a cute sheepish way that you suspect might also be rehearsed.

“Did it work at least?”

Feeling strangely bold, you smile flirtingly at him, slowly leaning in close enough to have your lips brush slightly. Your chest pressed against his, your finger makes a small trajectory from the sharp line of his jaw to his neck, chest, abs then lower... lower... it stops just above his belt.

You bite your lip seductively, looking into his eyes from underneath your lashes.

“Hm...” you hum softly, watching as his breath falters and his pupils dilate with desire. His lips part and his lids drop halfway.

“No.”

You lean back with a smug smirk on your face, almost bursting into uncontrollable laughter at the look in his face. He looked so disappointed. Your humor grows uneasy, though, when you think you think you see a pissed look flash across his face. It’s gone just as fast as it came and you wondered if you were imagining it when he laughs loudly along with you.

Shaking your head, you get up, slightly wobbling on your own two legs. You giggle at this.

“Where are you going?” James frowns up at you.

You smirk. “Calm down, dad. I'm going to piss, I’ll be back.”

You spin on your heels, almost tripping in the process and make your way to the back patio in an utterly clumsy manner. Truth be told, you just needed to breathe a little. All those people pushing up on you was suffocating. The heat was unbearable.

Stumbling your way outside, you take notice that the place was practically empty and sigh in relief. Silently, you take your phone out of your clutch. Typing quickly, you press Margo’s contact and write her a text message.

To: Bestie❤

Hey, where the hell are you? You better not be drunk cuz I’m hammered and you’re our driver.

You laugh stupidly at the text and it only takes a few seconds before she answers.

From: Bestie❤

Shit. I tried calling you, Y/n! After we got separated I was pulled off to talk and a few minutes later I got a call from my mom that there was a family emergency I had to leave for. I tried looking for you too, but you were nowhere to be found so I assumed you’d left.

I’m soooo sorry, babe!

You frown down at your phone. Crap.

“Shit!” You curse into the cool night but before you know what’s happening, the alcohol seeps into your brain, dismissing any coherent thought you could have. Soon, you find yourself shrugging dismissively and going back into your contacts in search of someone to call to come to pick you up.

“Dad? No, he does not know I’m here and we’d like to keep it that way, thank you very much,” you mumble to yourself. The rest of your contacts are Margo and fast food services and restaurants. 

“Should I call Dylan from Dominoes to come to pick me up?” You snort at your own little joke feeling careless as shit. “Hm...it’s times like these I wish I had more friends.” You sigh, about to give up on when you suddenly stumble across an unexpected contact name.

“Mr. Evans? When did I get his number?” You let out a small confused sound then smirk mischievously, a dumb idea suddenly popping up in your brain.

“Hm, doesn’t matter either way. I can have some fun with this.” You squeal excitedly and without a second thought, press on the contact name and put the phone to your ear, biting your lip to hold back the excitement equivalent to that of a five-year-old child on Christmas morning.

The plan was no plan, really. You just had a sudden urge to call him. To hear him. You felt so brave doing this.

It takes three full rings before he answers, his voice raspy and sexy with sleep.

“Hello?”

You can’t help but laugh, biting your lip even harder to suppress an inexplicable enthusiasm within you.

“What the-” you hear shifting for a second and assume it’s him moving the phone away from his face before he puts it back on, his voice suddenly more alert. “Y/n? What the hell is going on? It’s two in the morn-”

“You’re hot,” you impulsively blurt, immediately covering your mouth afterward.

“What?” You can hear him moving around as you giggle.

“You are. Like, stupid hot. You’re like out-of-this-world hot. I mean, you must know that right? Someone that looks like you do has to know they’re stupidly attractive, no?”

“Wh-”

“And you’re smart. Oh! A-and kind. Actually, you might be the kindest human being I know. It’s kind of funny actually. You are the one person I want to hate the most. But you’re literally impossible to hate.” You giggle. “Impossi-bleh. Ha. That’s a funny word. Impossi-bleh.”

“Y/n, are you drunk?”

You ignore his question, babbling off with a slur in your words. “It’s not fair you know? How can one person be so perfect? And why does that same person happen to be the only one I want but can’t be with?” Your voice grows softer towards the end, cautiously tender. 

He doesn’t respond at first so you continue, your voice strained with pain and utter desperation. “A-and why did you have to kiss me? That just ruined everything, ya’ know!? I was fine with having a stupid crush on my stupid English teacher because I was convinced it’d go away. But then-” you swallow the sudden and painful lump in your throat. “B-but then you kissed me, and that just ruined fucking everything!” You whine like a little girl. 

He sighs dejectedly over the phone. “Where are you, sweetheart? I’ll come to get you.”  

You laugh humorlessly, your mood abruptly turning sour. “See? This is exactly what I’m talking about! Here I am telling you I literally hate how fucking perfect you are and here you are, saying shit like that and being all concerned for my wellbeing.” 

He sighs exasperatedly. “Sweetheart-”

“Stop calling me that!” You find yourself screaming hysterically into the phone, your grip on it tightening before you speak again. “You can’t call me that and assume it means nothing.”

“Okay, okay. Y/n,” he corrects himself gently. “Can you just tell me where you are so I can come to get you?”

You huff into the phone. “James is nice, you know? And cute. And he likes touching me a lot. I don’t really like it, but he brings me drinks so I guess it’s okay.” You giggle, shrugging and disregarding the fact that no one could see you.

“Oh no,” he mumbles worriedly. “Y/n can you please just tell me where you’re-”

“Anyways,” you cut him off. “I’m going to go back to drinking and forgetting about your stupid lips now Mr. Evans. Bye!”

“No! Y-” He tries to protest but doesn’t get to finish before you end the call, heading back inside with a small smile on your face.

That’ll show him, you think triumphantly.

Once you’ve made your way clumsily back inside, a red plastic solo cup is already waiting for you. You grin, walking over and sitting next to James excitedly.  

He smiles lazily and swiftly moves his hand to rest on your knee.

You paid it no mind, opting instead to squeal as “Toxic” by Britney Spears came on.

“I love this song!” You grin excitedly.

James gets up, offering you his hand and motioning to the dance floor where a bunch of people were already dancing. 

He smirks. “Would you give me the absolute pleasure of letting me take you out to dance, princess?”

You giggle softly, shaking your head. “Oh. I can’t dance.”

He raises his brows. “I can’t either.”

You laugh a bit and reluctantly place your hand in his. “Fine.”

He pulls you to him, placing a hand dangerously close to your butt and leading you to the dance floor.

Immediately, you’re squished together with James, the bodies of sweaty drunk teens sliding up next to you. Usually, you’d be gagging with disgust, but you just didn’t care right now.

James wraps his hands around your waist, pushing your hips to move. You look up at him weirdly for a second but your mind is far too fuzzy to even care about what he’s making you do, so you begin to dance as he instructs.

The music was far too irresistible to your intoxicated ears and you couldn’t hold back from moving your hips along to the beat, letting your hair be free in its movement. 

It doesn’t take long and frankly, you barely notice when you spin around and begin grinding on James, brushing your ass against his crotch and kissing his neck teasingly light.

He pulls you close to him, thick arm wrapped tightly around your waist and hips still moving against you.

“I knew behind all that good girl act you put up you’re actually a freak in the sheets, princess,” he rasps sultrily in your ear.  

Something about that doesn’t rub you right, even in your drunk state and you immediately cease your movements, looking up at him. “Let me go, please. I’d like to sit down.”

He frowns. “What? Why? We were having such a good time, princess. I like you and I know you like me.” He leans down, kissing your neck softly.

You don’t like the feeling and immediately shove him away, stumbling back on your unstable legs and heels. “What the hell makes you think that?” You snap drunkenly.

He laughs incredulously, reaching out for you again. “Uh, maybe the fact that you were practically flirting with me the entire night?”

You purse your lips, recognizing how that might’ve looked on your behalf. It’s just...you’d never really felt powerful and sexy and the alcohol gave you the courage you’d never had otherwise to express your sexuality. 

You were still sticking to your plan though. And giving your virginity to a guy like James McDaniels was not your plan. 

“Hey, James. I’m really sorry if I g-gave you any reason to believe this was going to go any further than what just happened.”

You struggle to stand upright and suddenly it occurs to you that James didn’t look all that drunk despite having been bringing you drinks all night.

“I-I think I’m just gonna go.” You point shakily over your shoulder, unable to keep from laughing at the stupidity of, well, you.  

At that moment, the same pissed off look you thought you’d been imagining before comes onto James’s face again, and this time it doesn’t leave.

“The hell you are, you big tease. You’re were the one who started this. And now you’re going to finish it,” he growls, gripping your wrist tightly, his fingers digging into your skin and making it abundantly clear he didn’t plan on letting you go.

You immediately tug at your wrist, shaking your head firmly. “Let me go, James.”

He grins darkly. “No can do, princess. You got me all ready for action and now you’re going to come through whether you like it or not.” 

And just like that, he starts dragging you away toward the staircase where the bedrooms were situated, you assume.

An uneasy feeling grips your gut painfully tight. He looks like he means it. 

“James! I’m serious, let me go!” You tug harder to no avail as his nails dig deeper into the skin of your wrist. You yelp in pain. “Someone help!” No one seems to even notice you, too lost in their little worlds. Your panic intensifies and your heart starts racing at an erratic pace. “Please James, let go of me!” He spins around in a fit, gripping your jaw bruisingly tight.

Panic takes over your mind, but you’re weak in your intoxicated state and not a match for the football player’s strength.

“Listen, slut, either you shut your trap or it’ll be worse for you. That’s a promise.” He roughly shoves your face back. 

But he doesn’t get a chance to spin back around and tug you into your worst nightmare before a fist comes crashing down into his jaw.

James groans in pain at the powerful attack, falling on his back with a hard crack.

You gasp, holding a horrified hand to your mouth as the figure, who you now realize is wearing a dark hoodie and sunglasses hiding his identity, straddles James and begins punching the living hell out of him.

Fist after fist strikes the harasser in the face, painful groans and yelps leaving his mouth whilst your aggressive savior only lets out breathy grunts and under-his-breath mumbles when his fists make contact with James’s face.

And although you were thankful to have been saved, blood was spraying on your legs and you knew if this continued, he’d kill him.

James begins picking himself up, though, landing some blows of his own. The stranger barely grunts in pain upon impact, his blows to James becoming twice as powerful as before and pummelling his fists down on him.

People quickly gather around you three, creating a huge crowd of people recording the fight and a string of “oohs” from multiple of them. No one steps in to stop them from killing eachother though.

Suddenly feeling sober, you jump in, gripping the stranger’s bicep tightly in your small hands. “Hey! Hey, stop! Stop it! That’s enough!”

At the sound of your voice, the stranger instantly stops the assault and gets up, gripping your arm firmly without a word. The grip was not enough to hurt you, but enough to easily sweep you out of the house, past the probing crowd and down the front lawn. 

You stumble along in your heels, still trying to make sense of everything that just happened.

“Hey!” You scream at him. “Where- ah!”

But before your still-buzzed mind can place exactly what it is that’s happening, the man is picking you up bridal style.

You squeak a little, wrapping your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself.

“What the hell, dude!? You just saved me from a scum-bag and now you’re-”

“Damn it, sweetheart. We need to get out of here!”

You freeze. You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“Mr. Evans?” you breathe.

Read Chapter Eight Here!!

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Hehehe... Told ya’ shit was gonna go down this chapter...

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How Scott Borchetta’s Statement ‘Exposing’ Taylor Swift Actually Proves Her Point Completely

First, here is Taylor Swift’s open letter:

https://taylorswift.tumblr.com/post/185958366550/for-years-i-asked-pleaded-for-a-chance-to-own-my (if the link is being weird you can find it on her tumblr)

And here is the link to Scott Borchetta’s responding statement:

https://t.co/OqGI4GoN3P

(If the link is being weird you can find it on his twitter)

Think he just revealed shocking information that Swift is an evil, crazy, lying woman who just wants to make ~drama~ for no reason? Think again. Let’s break down his statement piece by piece from the beginning.

To refute Borchetta’s misleading opening statements, Taylor Swift’s father was NOT on the shareholders phone calls because NDAs would not have allowed him to communicate any information to his daughter. Instead 13 Management Lawyer Jay Shaudies and Big Machine LLC Shareholder Frank Bell were on the call to represent her side. The hilarious thing is that Borchetta tries to call into question Taylor’s statement that she “woke up to the news (of the sale to Scooter Braun) with the rest of the world” by saying he thinks it is “possible” that they “didn’t say anything to Taylor over the prior 5 days” and “possible” that she “might not have seen” his text, but that he “truly doubts she woke up to the news when everyone else did”. During the time between June 25 to June 27th, the possible deal in SCOTT BORCHETTA’s OWN WORDS, was a “PROPOSED TRANSACTION”. Meaning, the deal was still in discussion, a vote had not occurred yet and Taylor was hoping that the majority of shareholders would not vote in Braun’s favor. On Friday, June 28th Borchetta says 3 of the 5 shareholders voted yes on the proposal.

Scott then says “I personally texted Taylor at 9:06 on Saturday, June 29th to inform her prior to the story breaking on the morning of June 30th so she could hear it directly from me”. That’s right. He said “so she could hear it directly from me” meaning that he knew he would be the first person to contact her with this information, my guess being that for “courtesy” as he puts it (aka image), he wanted it to come from him. Now, he suggests that Taylor must have seen this text message but here’s a couple things: #1: 9:06pm Nashville time IS nighttime and I imagine when you’re Taylor Swift you’re probably doing something or exhausted and sleeping, #2: MORE IMPORTANTLY it is extremely unlikely that Taylor was in Nashville. many believe that she was in London at this time (where she has a residence with her sweet British man), in which case it would have been 3AM for her. Even if she was in New York it would have been 10pm and she’s TAYLOR SWIFT she probably gets a million messages to go through a day, not to mention probably tries to have some semblance of a personal life. So yes, she did in fact “wake up to the news” that this deal was officially made, with the rest of the world. This is such a stupid detail that Taylor has absolutely no reason to lie about but Scott Borchetta tried to call her character into question with it so there ya go, it’s been addressed.

Moving on.

Her 13 Management team attorney is Donald S. Passman (also known as ‘the author of music law’-Roy Trakin, Grammy.com) who went over the initial “offer” (if you can even call it that) which Scott Borchetta made to Taylor. As Passman has explicitly said in public statements, “Scott Borchetta never gave Taylor Swift an opportunity to purchase her masters, or the label, outright with a check in the way he is now apparently doing for others”. This “offer” was NOT for such a purchase.

Taylor Swift had expressed to Scott Borchetta multiple times that she wanted a chance to bid outright for control of her masters, but was always denied. Considering how much her body of work of the last 13 years means to her (6 record-breaking, award winning albums with songs she penned from the heart), Taylor was reluctant to walk away, because she knew Borchetta would likely sell, and she’d never own her masters. So, her team discussed the possibilities of what control she could get over her works if she stayed for 7 years, but Scott Borchetta “offered” back that she stay on for 10 more years and could essentially earn these rights in trade for new materials created with the label. That is basically trapping her into a continuous cycle.

Scott is aware that this was not a good deal, as he defends himself in his statement saying, “We are an independent record company. We do not have tens of thousands of artists and recordings. My offer to Taylor, for the size of our company, was extraordinary. But it was also all I could offer as I am responsible for over 120 executives and their families”. While he tries to tug the heartstrings of readers to make him look so caring, the fact of the matter is this: Taylor Swift was the ONLY massive superstar that Scott Borchetta was ever able to get onto his label (not to mention she was his first client and the label was literally created because he found her and convinced a 15 year old girl and her family that in signing a 12 year contract he would remain loyal and supportive because ‘music has value’). Without Taylor’s works on the label, no big deal executive would likely want to buy it and certainly wouldn’t be worth $300 million. If Scott Borchetta really cared about the fact that he is “responsible for over 120 executives and their families” and believed that “music has value” he could have been open to the possibility of Taylor staying on for 7 more years and having greater ownership of the art she creates.

So, when Scott Borchetta stated that “Taylor Swift had every chance in the world to own not just her master recordings, but every video, photograph, everything associated with her career” he really means that she had the chance to very slowly gain these things back over the period of 10 YEARS in exchange for new music (which many have compared to a scare tactic, because he knew losing her would make his label next to worthless). That is not an opportunity for a purchase. Borchetta says Taylor chose to leave, and that is true: she made the excruciating decision to leave because she realized that if she stayed with Big Machine she would never be treated with the respect she deserved to own all that she creates. Also, I imagine being the only pop superstar on a small country artists label likely had its downsides. So, she sacrificed the rights to her past in exchange for a freer future. A painful choice, knowing that Scott Borchetta would likely sell one day, but she never imagined that he would be so disrespectful as to sell to Scooter Braun.

Now, let’s get into that part where Scott Borchetta gets EXCEPTIONALLY DESPICABLE :)

He says that he “certainly never experienced” Taylor “‘being in tears or close to it’ anytime Scooter Braun’s name was brought up”. That’s pretty much her word against his, but regardless of wether or not he knew she was about to cry in such moments, he knew that there was conflict. Borchetta writes, “Was I aware of some prior issues between Taylor and Justin Bieber? Yes,”. Those “issues” as absolutely everyone knows, DIRECTLY INVOLVED Scooter Braun, as was evident when Justin Bieber posted that photo to Instagram of himself FaceTiming Kanye, Scooter Braun, and another man I have yet to identify, captioned “Taylor Swift what up”.

That post showed that these men were publicly laughing at what a lot of people thought would be Taylor Swift’s downfall. At that time, Kim Kardashian (Kanye’s wife) had released snippets of an orchestrated phone call between Kanye and Taylor which was recorded without Taylor’s knowledge. In that “scathing phone call” Kim shared with the world, Taylor agreed for Kanye to include the line “I think me and Taylor might still have sex”, in his new song, which she said was provacative but fine. In that phone call Kanye said he would have her listen to the full song later, but this never happened. He then went on to release the song and music video in which he used the line “I made that bitch famous” (supposedly referencing when he grabbed the microphone out of her hand during her VMA speech when she was 19 years old, to say he thought Beyoncé should have won, much to the disdain of Beyoncé), implying that he was the reason for her (actually hard-earned success), and showed her naked likeness in a hyperrealistic wax figure lain next to him in a bed. He also showed other celebrities nude in this same way, which I personally found equally disturbing. The figures were so realistic that articles immediately came out with headlines like “Was Anyone Real In Kanye West’s Famous Video?”. I agree with Taylor Swift’s statement that this was a form of revenge porn. He visually stripped her naked without her consent in front of the entire world because instead of taking accountability for his own actions (HE is the one who ran onstage and grabbed that mic in 2009 and made himself look like a huge jerk), he decided it was in some twisted awful way her fault that he did that. It tarnished his image, and he dreaded having to publicly apologize to her afterwards even though Taylor was very accepting and actually thought they’d started fresh and new, happily sharing this news publicly.

So yes, I agree with Taylor Swift that those actions should be classified as a form of revenge porn. And I think that anyone who dares to say that her suffering isn’t ‘bad enough’ to call it that, I say you don’t get to determine how profoundly damaging someone else’s level of pain from an experience that you did not have is.

There no possible way that Scott Borchetta was not aware of the extremely difficult position Taylor Swift was in at that time, because the ENTIRE WORLD was aware of it. And Scooter Braun’s implications as manager of Kanye West were without a doubt, known to Scott Borchetta.

In his post, Borchetta continues, claiming, “there were also times when Taylor knew that I was close to Scooter and that Scooter was a very good source of information for upcoming album releases, tours, etc, and I’d reach out to him for information on our behalf. Scooter was never anything just positive about Taylor,”. Taylor being fine with Borchetta communicating with Braun to get information about things like upcoming albums/tours hardly means a thing. If Borchetta had a business source he could ask for information without Taylor’s direct involvement, of course she wouldn’t care. And of course Scooter Braun would not be dumb enough to say bad things about Taylor Swift directly to the owner of Taylor Swift’s label. Obviously, it doesn’t mean that he didn’t share such thoughts to others (go check out Todrick Hall’s recent tweets).

Now, here is where Borchetta goes for a REALLY LOW BLOW:

Borchetta writes, “He [Scooter Braun] called me directly about Manchester to see if Taylor would participate (she declined). He called me directly to see if Taylor wanted to participate in the Parkland March (she declined),”. In this disgusting last-ditch attempt to suggest that Taylor didn’t care about the victims of Manchester or Parkland, Borchetta is actually making it clear that TAYLOR SWIFT REFUSED TO ACCEPT AN INVITATION FROM A MANIPULATIVE MAN WHO SHE KNEW HATED HER. Meaning, Scott Borchetta was FULLY AWARE that Swift did not want to work with Braun. Everyone reacts to tragedy differently. Taylor Swift went on to show her love for the victims of those terrible incidents and her opposition to hatred that caused them. Taylor immediately expressed her sympathies on Twitter and honored the Manchester bombing victims on her Reputation stadium tour, on the night when she performed in Manchester. With Scooter Braun being the manager of Ariana Grande, the artist who was performing the night of the Manchester attacks, it makes sense that Taylor wouldn’t have felt entirely comfortable with the situation. She publicly announced her support for the March for Our Lives movement (started by the students of Parkland High School), and made a generous donation to the cause. Furthermore, Swift has gone on to discuss her personal fear of such attacks (many people have stalked her/broken into her home/tried to get onstage etc), her belief that in the importance of preventing such tragedies and the extra preventative efforts she now goes to in order to keep her fans safe in various interviews. Borchetta’s attempt to suggest that Swift has anything but the deepest sympathies for those tragedies is absolutely revolting.

Finally, Borchetta closes his list of lies with the text message he received from Taylor when she told him of her news to leave Big Machine. In this message, she is kind, heartfelt and respectful of the past that they built together. Borchetta tried to take advantage of this kindness by placing it there as if her politeness and choice to go means she had no interest in a better deal with Big Machine at all.

I’ll include this message in its entirety below, so you can read it for yourself:

Scott,

 I hope this finds you well. Since communication ran dry on our negotiations, I’ve done what I told you I would do and gone out exploring other options. Owning my masters was very important to me, but I’ve since realized that there are things that mean even more to me in the bigger picture. I had a choice whether to bet on my past or to bet on the future and I think knowing me, you can guess which one I chose. I also saw a rare opportunity to effect positive change for a lot of other artists with the leverage I have right now. I know you believe in the same things I do and I’d like to think you would be proud of what I’ve negotiated for in my deal. I wanted to tell you first that I’ll be signing with Lucian. I honestly truly cherish everything you and I have built together and I plan on saying so in my announcement of the new deal. What we accomplished together will be a lasting legacy and a case study on excellent partnerships, and may it continue. I still view you as a partner and friend and I hope you feel the same. Sending you a hug and my most sincere gratitude.

And SO much love,

Taylor

 

I think she makes it very clear that although she was disappointed, she weighed her options and decided to “bet on” her future instead of her past. Meaning, when Borchetta refused to offer her the ownership she wanted, she had to respect her own capability enough to make the difficult choice to walk away. She closes with the statement, “I hope you feel the same. Sending you a hug and my most sincere gratitude, and SO much love,” which shows that she hoped he would continue to regard her and her work with the same care and respect she showed him, even when disappointed.

Scott also includes the email he sent Taylor letting her know about the decision to sell to Scooter Braun:

Dear Taylor,

 

Hope all is well and congratulations on the success of your first two singles from “Lover”! 

 

I can’t wait to hear the entire album…

 

I wanted to pass along to you the same courtesy that you passed along to me in regard to my future.

 

Tomorrow morning (Sunday, June 30th) at 10a central, the Wall Street Journal will announce that I am entering into a merger/acquisition with Scooter Braun and Ithaca Holdings.  This move will give us more pop culture super-power than ever before and I’m so excited about the future. 

 

I want you to know that I will continue to be the proud custodian of your previous works and will continue to keep you and your team abreast of all future plans for releases of you work.

 

Nothing but the best,

 

Scott

 

The letter is polite and to the point, because he has no need to say something nasty. His actions speak loud enough. He was greedy. Taylor knew Borchetta would sell to someone, but that fact that Borchetta went through with selling the life’s work of a talented woman he knew since she was fourteen years old to one of her greatest public intimidators is the ultimate betrayal.

For everyone saying, “well, that’s just business”, I have some news for you. There are good, loyal people out there in business. There doesn’t seem to be many of them, but they exist, and Scott Borchetta pretended to be one of them. This is a matter of moral principle. Of loyalty. Of ‘valuing music’. Taylor Swift isn’t ‘playing the victim’ and she didn’t ‘send people to attack a good man’. She wasn’t ‘bitching’. She isn’t ‘feuding’. She’s speaking her mind. She’s speaking the truth. She’s warning other artists to look out for themselves and she’s holding people accountable for their actions.

I am so, so proud of her.

Forever a Swiftie,

Grace

@taylorswift @taylornation

[purplesurveys]

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Have you ever disliked someone just because a friend disliked them? Yessssss. That’s my job as a best friend hahahaha half kidding. No but seriously though, I have. I mean I’d still be objective and tell my friend if their enemy is making sense in some aspects, but at the end of the day I’ll give them the extra support by disliking that person anyway. Which would you rather own: A camera or a video camera. Why? Video camera, because I’ve always wanted to start vlogging and my phone’s camera is already quite decent, so I’m not really needing a camera right now. Have you ever won a lot of money in a slot machine? How much? Nah, I’ve never even played in a casino. I’ve been in one but I was only 18 then, so I couldn’t really do anything except to walk through the casino and stare at all the machines and booths that I couldn’t play at haha. Do you watch sports on TV even though you aren't a sporty person yourself? I will sometimes watch a tennis or MMA match if I catch them on, but that’s about it. I wouldn’t know who to root for either, or know who’s the better player; I just watch for the action. Do you eat / drink at your computer? Yes but I try to avoid it more these days because I hate greasing up my trackpad or leaving bits of food on my keyboard. If I really have to eat at my laptop I’ll put on a show or a video to watch so that I don’t have to actually be using my laptop.

How much do you overeat at special occasions? (Birthdays, Christmas, etc) I don’t think I have the capacity to overeat haha. My room for food is small so when I get full I simply stop eating, or I no longer get up to get a second serving. Generally I try to get a piece of every meal though, no matter how little; I always want to have a taste of everything so that I don’t miss out. The music you listen to: Is it mostly sung by female or male vocalists? I think it’s an equal amount but when it comes to frequency I think I’ve been listening to female vocalists more often – Beyoncé, Paramore, The Japanese House, Banks, etc. My playlists generally have both female and male artists though cause I also listen to Hozier, alt-J, Coldplay, Rhye, Joji, and other male dudes. Do you think it's important to enjoy your job or do you just work for money? As much as possible people should always aim to end up somewhere where they love what they do for a living, but given that I’m quite materialistic but mostly grew up in a household with a mom who was very frugal and often reiterated the joys of a simple life (aka a life I hated lmao), I think I’d have no problem having a job that pays handsomely but wasn’t necessarily viewed as fun. I wanna be able to spoil and reward myself after all the work I do. Do you require glasses / contacts to see properly? If so, which do you use? Yeah, I have glasses. Tell me an embarrassing thing that happened to you recently: I shared a serious-toned Facebook post earlier tonight and Gabie’s dad gave it a like. I’ve mostly forgotten he was my Facebook friend and so I started feeling embarrassed because normally I would shitpost and share stupid memes and if he liked my post, it must mean he sees everything I share jkfhjkfhjkf. When you hear your voice back on a recording, do you think it sounds awful? No. I don’t usually cringe when I hear it; I think it sounds okay. When was the last time you got the hiccups? Aaaaaaaaages ago. I can’t even tell you when. If you had to, which record would you go into Guinness World Records for? I saw a video on Facebook of this woman getting into Guinness for finishing the most jars of mayonnaise in a certain amount of time (I wanna say 5 minutes?) and I was so thrilled to see such a record cause I can honestly see myself breaking it HAHAHAHAHA mayonnaise is <3 The last sweet thing you ate: What was it? A chocolate chip cookie, except we don’t have chocolate chips so my dad had to improvise and chopped up Flat Tops instead. If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? I’d toy with my second name and probably go with Belle or Bella. Do you have a middle name? Do you find it embarrassing? Yeah I think all Filipinos come with a legal second name. I don’t find mine embarrassing it all; it’s a source of great pride since I have a lot of relatives etched in Philippine history with that name. I don’t ever want to lose it and I’ll probably continue to keep it even after I’m married. What would you choose to be famous for? It’d be nice to be known for a blog. If I had the time, resources, and tbh the connections it would be amazing to write about anything under the sun for an audience. What is your current occupation? Do you enjoy it? I don’t have any at the moment, but I’m about to start looking for one. Do / Did you enjoy school? Why (not)? There are some parts I enjoy/ed (the friends I made for high school, the overwhelming independence I gained in college) and some parts I hate/d (some classes I was forced to take in high school, my inability to adjust during my first year of college). I don’t regret either periods though, and I can never say I completely hated them. If you have a webcam, are you ever paranoid people can see you? Yes hahaha. I never got around to buying a webcam protector either. Do you find it difficult to sleep at night? Any reason(s) why? Only when there’s something unresolved, like a deadline that’s bugging me or if Gab and I have been arguing. Otherwise I’m knocked out in like 10 minutes. If you had to go on a game show, which would you choose? Family Feud or Jeopardy. What about if you had to go on a reality show? Which would you choose then? QUEER EYE. Talk about wholesome. Tell me about your favourite TV show: Blue meth, New Mexico, lots of chemistry, objectively one of the greatest pieces of television ever. Have you ever wished you were born the opposite gender? Why? I probably wished this a few times when I was a pre-teen and liking girly things was still seen as lame. How the hell did we not question mindsets like that before, damn. If you had dental braces, which colour would you make them? I did have braces and I always picked a different color for every trip to the dentist, so it’s very possible I had tried out the entire rainbow. Does any part of your body hurt right now? Where and why? My back hurts rn, understandably, because my posture is shitty. Why were you last irritated? Slow internet. What time did you get up this morning? I think that was already 11 in the morning. The last city you were in: Where was it and do you like it there? Other than my own it was in Pasig. It’s okay but I definitely prefer other cities. It’s a little too crowded and congested for me and also too expensive to stay at, eugh. If I had the choice I’d rather hang in Makati or QC. Do you like the countryside? They’re nice spots for a short vacation, but I wouldn’t want to live there. I’ve grown used to the hustle and bustle of cities. If you see someone yawn, do you often yawn as well? Sure. Recommend me a good movie: Good Will Hunting, Requiem for a Dream (but sad), Roman Holiday, Gone with the Wind, 2001: A Space Odyssey. Do you think you'd make a good model? Would you ever want to be one? I don’t work out or do anything to maintain a certain figure so I don’t have the the ideal body for modeling; if anything the only factor I have going for me is the fact that I’m quite skinny. I did want to be a model when I was a teenager though; that was around the time VS Angels were extremely popular, so I’m not surprised I used to want to be like them. How often do you change your hairstyle? What does it look like now? I only change it up once a year. Right now I have a bit of a bob with bangs. Truth or Dare? Truth. I never have a problem saying the truth lmao. Do you have a favourite day of the week? Which is it? This semester it was Tuesday, because it had my lightest schedule. Nowadays every week is just a blur to me and I stopped having a favorite day.

[beckzorz]

Locked Out

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Words: 1391 Prompt: 'I locked the keys in the car' + 'you're satan' with anyone you want ❤ Summary: You lock your keys in the car, and your ice cream is going to melt. Who can you call but Bucky? A/N: Happy weekend! Thanks to an anon for the prompt—hope you enjoy :3

“—and he’s always so damn buried in reading up on what happened that he keeps missing what’s going on now. I mean, he barely even knows who Beyoncé is.” You sigh and adjust your bag of groceries. “I did get him to finally listen to Lemonade, at least. But that’s about it,” you finish. You switch your phone to the other side and hold it to your ear with your shoulder as you dig in your pockets for your keys.

“So he still hasn’t gotten the memo?” Sharon asks.

“What memo?”

“That you want to jump his bones, silly.”

“Oh my god, Sharon, shut up!” You can’t help but laugh, despite the fact that you still haven’t found your keys. You bend to put down your grocery bag, but a reflection from inside your car gives you pause. “Oh shit. I locked the keys in the car.”

Sharon is quiet for a moment. “Where are you?”

“A couple blocks from my apartment. Why?”

“Your neighborhood isn’t exactly in the top ten best places to raise a kid in New York,” she says. “And it’s almost eleven.”

“Calm down, Sharon.” You roll your eyes and tighten your scarf around your neck. “The real problem is that it’s only thirty-four degrees out, and I bought ice cream. Let me think for a second.” You set your bag of groceries down and drum your mittened fingers on the roof of your car. The side street is quiet, with no one else in sight. A light breeze sends a dry leaf dancing along the grimy sidewalk.

“You know,” Sharon says, casually, “Bucky lives only like ten blocks away.”

“I know that,” you snap. You kick at the tire, annoyed. You’re well aware that Bucky lives closeby. More than that, you know he’s home. He’d messaged you earlier, asking for a restaurant recommendation. But you’re colleagues, not friends. Just because his best friend is dating Sharon doesn’t mean you’re ready to call him in the middle of the night.

Even if you’re well aware he won’t be sleeping.

“You can’t just stand outside forever,” Sharon says. “Besides, he can break into your car for you.”

“Fuck. I really regret not taking that crash course last month…”

“Just call Bucky,” Sharon says, laughing. “Anyway, Steve’s giving me the eye; I’m gonna go. Bye!”

She hangs up. You groan, and then you notice the trio of bulky strangers headed your way.

Oh, to hell with it. You pull up Bucky’s number, bite your lip, and press call. As you wait for him to pick up—do you even want him to pick up? You’re not sure—you shift your weight back and forth, trying to keep your blood flowing and your knees from shaking.

Sharon’s not wrong exactly, but ‘want to jump his bones’ doesn’t cover the depths of how you think about Bucky Barnes. Yes, he’s gorgeous, with perfect lips and eyes and hair and body, but he’s also whip-smart and clever, funny when he needs to be, and above all that kind. Even when you were essentially strangers, he’d offered to help carry a box, decipher a puzzling code, surprise Sharon on her birthday. And he’d gotten you a birthday gift last year too.

Bucky picks up on the third ring.

“Hello?” His voice is low, confused.

“Bucky!” You quickly cough to conceal your delight at the sound of his voice. “Sorry to call so late, but… I locked my keys in my car. I totally get if you’re busy, but—”

“Where are you?”

“Around the corner from my place.”

“Be there in five.”

Click.

You gape at your phone. Five? Five minutes? Impossible. You set a timer and settle in to wait.

Nope—with three seconds left, Bucky skids to a stop in front of you. You’ve never seen someone look better in just a hoodie and jeans, but that’s Bucky for you.

“Hey,” he says. “I—”

Your phone beeps.

“Oh shit, sorry,” you say, blushing as you turn off your timer. “I was timing—well, nevermind. Thank you so much for coming, Bucky. I, um…”

“What, didn’t think I could make it in time?” He slants a grin your way as he peers inside your car, spotting your keys in a flash. “Huh.” He tries the car door handle. “Well, they are in fact locked in.”

You stare at him. “I told you that.”

“Well, you should call a locksmith in the morning.”

“What?” The wind picks up; you shiver and stuff your hands under your armpits. “I thought you were going to help me break into my car!”

“I mean, I could, but then the security system would be shot to hell.” He scratches the back of his head. “Besides, it’s practically freezing, and that takes time. I came to walk you back to my place. You, um, you can crash with me.”

Back to his place? You’ve never been…

Bucky’s watching you closely. There’s some pink in his cheeks that wasn’t there before.

To hell with it.

“Alright, then.” You grab your groceries, but before you can sling them over your shoulder Bucky pulls them out of your hands. “Hey!”

He sneaks a peek in your reusable bag as he hefts it over his own shoulder. “What, you think I was gonna let you carry this? What am I, a monster?” His smirk has a touch of sadness to it.

Unacceptable.

“No, you’re Satan,” you say sarcastically. “How dare you come down here, rescue me from myself, and carry my groceries? And what will the world say when I tell them I’m going to share my ice cream with you after all that?”

Bucky chuckles and bumps his shoulder against yours—lightly, thank goodness. “What flavor did you get?”

“It’s a surprise.” You smile at the sidewalk as you walk beside him, light dimming and brightening as you pass under street lamps. The quiet that falls between you is natural, not awkward like all the stony silences you’ve experienced in your years. The few times you’re bold enough to glance at Bucky, he catches on almost too quick for you to look away.

If he does catch you looking, he doesn’t mention it.

When you finally reach his apartment building, he lets you go in first. As you wait for the elevator to reach the top floor, you smile shyly his way. He smiles back, eyes crinkling. The elevator dings; the doors open.

“Thank you, Bucky. I appreciate all of this.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

He holds the elevator open, but you’re frozen in place.

“Sweetheart?” you breathe.

Bucky’s face floods with color, and his eyes are anywhere but on you. “Uh—”

You rush at him, grab his face, and pull his mouth to yours. The groceries clatter to the floor. Bucky’s lips are soft; the hands suddenly gripping your waist are large and solid. A surge of desire shoots through you as he pulls you flush against him.

Then the elevator shuts with a ding.

You pull back in surprise, eyes popping open as you realize just what you’ve done. Bucky hasn’t moved; his eyes are still closed. Is he mad? Glad? Your heart hammers in your chest.

Bucky’s eyes open slowly. He bites his lower lip, his gaze flitting between your eyes and mouth. Tentatively, you smile.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

Your smile deepens, and you take his outstretched hand. “Hi.”

The elevator starts to go down. You lean against Bucky and laugh; he presses the button for his floor again, but the elevator is already on its course. Oh well. You wind your arms around Bucky’s waist and breathe him in. His back is more sculpted than Michelangelo’s David. You can’t wait to get your hands on the rest of him.

… Okay, so maybe you do want to jump his bones. Your cheeks flare with heat.

“What?” Bucky asks, voice low and eyes sparkling.

“To quote Sharon, I want to jump your bones,” you tell him.

“Well,” Bucky says. He licks his lips and lowers his mouth to beside your ear as the elevator stops back at the ground floor. His voice is low and delicious and just for you. “That can be arranged.”

There’s no one waiting to get on at the lobby. When the doors close again and the elevator starts to ascend, you let Bucky take you straight up to heaven.

[a-simple-imagine]

Nothing But Co-Stars

Requested by anonymous: I was hoping to get a Gemma Chan story where she and reader worked on captain Marvel together and are high key in love and like the media finds out or something!

Pairing: Gemma Chan x fem!reader

Words: 1937

A/N - 2 posts in one day?? AND I have 3 more coming. This is so unlike me. I did say I would do all my requests before endgame which I’m seeing tomorrow. Since I’ve been avoiding spoilers it’s given me a lot of time to write. I have 5 open spots for requests so throw them at me. 

I was gonna make this fluffy but you know whats better than fluff? angst. I left it on a cliff hanger too

You glance anxiously towards your partner in this interview. You were looking for an answer; some indication of whether she wanted to talk about it or just move on. The woman just smiles softly and you turn back to the interviewer. You can answer a simple question. Nothing suspicious about that.

"Yeah, we become pretty close while working on the set together- as did all the cast."

"I agree." Gemma nods. "I think working on any show or movie you kind of become like a little family for a while. So I've been spending a lot of time with Y/N."

"You two were spotted out for dinner together quite a few times." The interviewer adds.

"Oh yeah. What can I say she makes a great dinner date." You insist with a soft chuckle.

"Y/N actually was late to our last dinner date," Gemma added.

"Okay, I actually have an excuse for that."

"Which is?"

"It's nothing major, I just had a really long day. I had just finished up some press with Brie and it ran a little later than expected. And these two girls run up to us asking for pictures. So I'm taking pictures of them with Brie because y'know she's Captain Marvel. I was surprised when they asked for one with me, it made me feel like a star. Anyway, this girl is standing next to me. I have one arm around her and she just whispers in my ear, will you strangle me?"

"What?" The interviewer seemed surprised but amused.

"Yeah, I was like so confused and Brie is just laughing next to me. I sadly had to tell her that I would not choke her but we were both shook."

"You never told me that."

You shrug casually, glancing in your co-star's direction. "Never needed to. I didn't think it was relevant, I wasn't that late to dinner."

The interview continues normally. You talk about the film. Answered some vaguely personal questions. And when it was over, you retreated to your black SUV with the rest of your team. Surprised when Gemma slips into the seat beside you a few moments later.

"Do you not have your own car?"

"Thought we may as well share." She insisted, hand settling on your thigh. You smile warmly at her.

"I was gonna head back and go for a run but how about we grab lunch instead?"

She nodded a little. You had your driver/security guard take a detour to a small cafe downtown. This thing with Gemma had been going on for a while now but letting the world know wasn't part of the plan yet. So it requires a lot of sneaking around. You share lunch at this small french style cafe. You chat about anything everything. It was pleasant. It was undisturbed. And for just a moment you forget that for some messed up reason you're more than just two people having lunch. Brushes of hands. Longing glances. As you leave, your hands are intertwined. A peck on the cheek before you slip into you car and she gets in the one behind. You go your separate ways after that like nothing happened. You had to be in a different places tomorrow.

"We have a problem," your assistant announces as your speeding down the road. Tapping away on her phone beside you. You're preoccupied, recording the current song on the radio to post to your Instagram story.

"Have you seen TMZ?"

You don't register the question right away but when you do you shrug. "Who got a DUI now?"

"I don't know. I'm more worried about you," you glance at her briefly before looking out the window. Cars pass by. An old woman walks her dog. A young man skateboards down the street with what looks like an ice pop. "Can we get ice cream on the way home?"

"What are you five years old?" Your drive asks. His tone is playful.

"A five year old who also happens to be your boss." You flash a tight-lipped smile in your driver's direction. Continuing to scroll through your Instagram feed. Completely ignoring most of the posts just minding your own business. Your team chatted around you. You could hear what they were saying but you just weren't registering any of it.

"Y/N. You were planning to keep your blossoming relationship with Miss. Chan a secret were you not?"

"For now." You respond with a small nod. "A lot of people date their costars so I just wanna make sure there's something here and it's not just because we've been working together. I don't want this to be promo."

"TMZ posted about you."

A split second of panic. "About the interview? That was fast."

"No about you two." She held her phone up for you. Your Y/E/C eyes narrow in on the English actress and yourself. Your lips pressed to her cheek. Hands intertwined.

'Y/N Y/L/N cosies up with co-star Gemma Chan during lunch date'

Uncreative. Straight to the point. Definitely TMZs style. But it was just one news outlet. No big deal. It's not like they caught you doing anything bad. You open Twitter and check your official mentions. More outlets had taken the opportunity to write about it. You're not a massive star but enough to peak the interest of the media. Enough for an otherwise slow news day. Fuck. It had been a brief laps in judgment. Hardly anyone was around. You decide to let the news linger for now. No need to confirm or deny. You open Instagram and take a selfie. No caption. Just a time filter. You get the ice cream you wanted. Deciding upon Mint chocolate chip. You also put that on your Instagram story. People who don't like mint choc are tasteless as a caption. 3 posts were enough to satisfy what fans you had. It makes you seem active and like you're engaging with your fans when you've hardly put in any effort. You return to your moderate size apartment. It overlooks the city. It looks beautiful at night. Your team leaves you alone not too long after that. You go for a jog with your dog. It's peaceful. There's safety in numbers. On returning, you take a shower to which you perform Beyoncé's greatest hits before retiring to your living room. The word room used loosely because your apartment is open floor. You place your shark mug - the body of a great white, fins and all made up the mug and the tail made up the handle - of hot chocolate atop a low glass coffee table alongside your iPad. You take up space between the table which is sat on a plush carpet and the couch which rests on laminate. You switch on the tv more so for background noise than anything else. Deciding to watch The Good Wife. You've been binge-watching it lately. It's good. And then you call her. A few rings pass by and she picks up. Her face swimming into view. You smile at her and she returns it.

"We need to talk," you say quietly. Picking up your mug of hot chocolate; for a moment you're amused by its quirkiness. You blow gently on the surface. Your attention on the drama unfolding on screen.

"You saw?"

"I did." You reply, daring to take a sip. It was really hot. Burns the end of your tongue but you can tell it's gonna taste great. You keep the mug in your hands allowing the heat to transfer to your skin.

"What are you watching?" She wonders clearly noticing your lack of attention.

"The good wife." You answer, turning back to her. "So, what do we do?"

"What do you want to do?"

You shrug. It's not a question you should decide on your own and so you had left it until now to truly think about. "Maybe it's time to just tell everyone."

Her expression is unreadable and so you divert back to Alicia as she battles yet another court case. She seems to be winning.

"Really?" By her tone, you can tell she's not entirely on board with the idea. But she's also not trying to come off as malicious or embarrassed. Just cautious. Being in the public eye could be great but it was also unforgiving. It was progressive but unprogressive. For every person who loved you, there were ten more lining up to tell you you're a piece of shit. Talentless. Your words were always being twisted. Every step of your life became strategic. To some extent, you did whatever you wanted but you had a publicist that kept you from doing anything stupid. Usually, she would be on the phone right now. Maybe she was. You had left your phone in the kitchen on silent for a reason.

"I just don't think Its best right now,"

"For us?" You question as your stare down the iPad screen. "Or to be telling everyone?"

The hesitation is worrying but you don't question it. You decide not to make a big deal out of it.

"Telling everyone." She eventually answers. She's not looking at you and you wonder where her attention lies.

"Why?" You ask immediately. Brow cocked in curiosity.

"I just... don't think it's the right time. "

"Then what do you want to do?" You ask, bringing your shark mug to your lips and taking a large sip. It warmed your entire body.

"I don't know," She answers. "can't we ignore it?"

"Sure," You nod, returning your gaze to the tv. "but people are still gonna think we're together so why not just tell them?"

"Y/N, please." Your disappointed in her soft words but you had been expecting them.

"I'm gonna talk to my publicist, see what we can do." You explain.

"Thank you,"

"I kinda want to tell everyone though." You mumble casually. More to yourself than her. She didn't seem like she was going to change her mind any time soon. "What does your publicist say?"

"I told her I wanted to ignore it. See what happens."

"Oh." You nod a little. "Okay then."

"How was your run?"

You glance back to her. Taking in a little more of your drink. She was changing the conversation so I guess that was the end of that. "It was good."

A silence comes between both of you. It's a little awkward but that's because you're a little disheartened. The circumstances had changed. Everyone had already caught a glimpse so why does she still want to hide? You can't wrap your head around it. What was she so scared of. You watch her through the screen. Listening to the TV show in the background.

"I'm gonna go." You eventually say. "I'll call you when I'm done with press tomorrow."

"Oh- yeah, okay." She offers you an unsure smile.

"I'll see you later Gemma,"

"Wait Y/N, I-" you cut off the feed before she can finish her sentence. You down the contents of your mug before raising to your feet. You exchange your mug with the phone in the kitchen and retire to the couch. Your pup comes along and lies down next you. Head falling to rest in your lap. You hand brushes through its soft fur. You unlock your phone and finally return the missed call.

"So what's the plan?"

"Tell me what you want?"

With an unfocused gaze on the screen, you sigh. "She wants to ignore it."

"I didn't ask what she wants, I don't work for her. What do you want to do?"

You hesitate for a moment. "I... want everyone to know."

[borisbubbles]

Eurovision 2010s: 90 - 86

90. Suzy - “Queiro ser tua” Portugal 2014

~Huawei Wa Wei~

I have mentioned earlier that Moran Mazor is arguably the saddest NQ, but Suzy is definitely up there in people whose success I was rooting for. Indeed, I mostly love Suzy because she was a TRAGICALLY ROBBED UNDERDOG.

You see, Suzy was ~BULLIED~ from the moment she had won FdC, and beaten Catarina in the F2. Now, I personally don’t mind “Mea Culpa” itself (my favourite was the drunken pirate hag known as 😍 ZANA 😍, but that’s for another ranking). However, I don’t think I’ve *EVER* witnessed a fanbase as  downright evil as the Catarina stans. These ‘people’, by the lack of a better term, make the Beyoncé and Ultimo fans appear like kind and rational people. These... self-proclaimed ‘eurovision fans’ tried to intimidate Suzy into quitting by sending her death threats, all because she DARED to beat their erstwile female-mediocre flavour-du-jour. Who the fuck does that? Human pieces of shit, that’s who. 😤

There’s an *additional* sociocultural connotation to the entire Suzy vs Catarina debacle, but my friend André, who is Brazillian and has Suzy in his 2014 top three made a great post about the issue back in the day, so I’ll just quote him for those who want more backstory:

Quero Ser Tua belongs to a music genre called "pimba", which is perceived by the Portuguese middle and upper classes as tasteless and vulgar because of simple melodies and dirty metaphors (the latter not present in Quero Ser Tua). So they despised Suzy and (...) went in a fucking frenzy [when she won FdC], attacked the composer of Quero Ser Tua (also the father of pimba music), and accused him to rigging the televote and even started dozens of petitions (alol) and regularly vandalised Wikipedia writing that Portugal's entry was "disputed" or that Catarina was the real winner (holy alol).  This drama speaks to me because Quero Ser Tua and pimba music in general sound like other genres of popular music we have here in Brazil that are also derided by the snotty-nosed middle class as vulgar and devoid of "culture", often with racial connotations on top of the social class ones. To me, Suzy's victory (rigged or not) has a political message: pimba IS culture, like any other kind of music, and it deserves to represent a country as great as Portugal because it's part of their culture and they should be proud. It's definitely a bigger statement than the bourgeois, mediocre Mea Culpa and I am proud of every Portuguese that voted for Suzy to win. <3

As for ~my~ layman’s opinion, well, I just think the song possesses some great summer sprit.😊  It’s a colourful explosion of cheerful accordeon, moody percussion and ethnic frivolity. 😍 Listening to “Quero ser tua” makes me very happy about 100% of the time, almost as much as the knowledge that, after being disliked for most of the pre-show, Suzy won everyone except for her most diehard haters over, becoming someone who is now almost unanimously deemed one of the most robbed NQs. STAY PRESSED, HATERS. >pasta :victorydance:

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89. Jana Burcheska - “Dance Alone” F.Y.R. Macedonia 2017

[2017 Review here]

Like many of the 2017 entries, my passion for Jana dropped over time. Make of it what you must but I think the live of “Dance alone” kind of cheapens it... and you know what I think about cheap and trashy, I LOVE THAT OBVIOUSLY.😍

However, I also think the cheapness does Jana dirty, because “Dance alone” also happens to be one of my favourite songs OF 2017. Its 80s synth sound and high voltage fierceness left me bald and straight UPON IMPACT, with madly quotable lyrics that I STILL use in friendly banter to this day. 😍 

The awesomeness is only further enhanced by Jana, who is -independently from her song- also one of the best humans in 2017. I absolutely ADORED this goat-voiced gremliness from the SECOND she spent her first interview shading the fuck out of Rykka 😍 (check the 2017 review for the dirt) and then proceeded to troll the press people by teasing that she actually couldn’t sing for no reason. 😍

Which brings me to the live act which.... conceptually is a match to the song, but which also doesn’t do it justice. Don’t get me wrong, Jana contorting her body as she’s assaulted by a Carolean windmachine sustains the crap out of me, but I have always thought “Dance alone” had more potential than shown in the live. (Getting rid of  the “Wishing you could hold me close” closer is particularly upsetting imo.) Moldova and Azerbaijan would’ve turned “Dance alone” into an EASY top 30 in this ranking, but in the hands of Macedonia it’s a mere top 90 for me. 😭

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88. Lake Malawi - “Friend of a friend” Czech Republic 2019

only a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend 

Lake Malawi live the ultimate BorisBubbles dream: IMMENSELY annoying song whose appeal hinges entirely on how uncomfortable it makes other people, somehow convinces about ~95% of the loyal eurofans that it’s a fantastic masterpiece. 😍 ADVERSI-DEITIES 😍

Of course, the axis around which Lake Malawi spins is Albert, a human spark plug and mankind’s youngest thirty year old. Seeing Albert fling himself around the stage, never losing his entheusiasm is the main reason why “Friend of a friend” exceeded my already high expectations! Another, slightly-less awesome reason however is the D-sound-like staging:

It really just is a clever, likable entry. Of course, that doesn’t take away that “Friend of a Friend” is objectively one of the most irritating songs ever, making it anathema to the televoters’ tastes <3 😭(😍)

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87. Jamala - “1944″ Ukraine 2016

It is only FITTING that Jamala and Lake Malawi rank alongside each other, star-crossed lovers that they are. ALBERT x JAMALA 5ever:

A greater love story than even Alfred x Amaia. However, this post is mostly about Jamala, so LET US discuss a great, if controversial winner. I will start with a small caveat and say that “1944″ isn’t the song for me. One of the biggest dealmakers in Eurovision songs for me is replayability “1944″ just doesn’t have that quality for me. I only really relisten to it when I must, for rewatching purposes. However, that does make the few times I DO revisit “1944″ all the more magical to me. If we take on board that songs are a means of expression, then “1944″ is one of the best songs ever, for the themes it expresses are all too real. I don’t even NEED the gutwrenching, defiant lyrics to *FEEL* the pain the nation of Ukraine is going through. The act sends shivers down my spine, body aching all the time. The Jamala Tree is one of modern Eurovision’s most iconic visuals: 

Of course, that ALSO makes “1944″ one of the most notoriously political entries of all time. Now, other fans of Jamala might argue that, “No, it’s not about the Crimean war at all, just the historic deportation” and well... no? There is a reason why Jamala wrote this song *NOW* and not the last time she entered Vidbir. It *is* Jamala’s way of coping with the Russian invasion, something which *also* ties into her own family history. “1944″ is a very elegant, tasteful middlefinger aimed at Putin, but it’s a middlefinger nonetheless. However, what if it is? The Ukraine vs Russia conflict is a notoriously heated one and potshots are to be expected. If I have to chose between an open attack and a backhanded one (such as that rubbish entry from the Tolmachevy Sisters, or the two rubbish ones by Julia Samoylova), I will always pick the former. 

Overall, I greatly appreciate “1944″ and think it’s a great winner. The composition is evocative of both Ukraine’s history and musical traditions, as well as their current predicament, making “1944″, despite pertaining to a specific year, a timeless experience. It is very deservingly considered one of Eurovision’s best winners by the fanbase, and I hope it remains a favourite for future generations to come. 

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86. Joan Franka - “You and Me” The Netherlands 2012

Yes, Joan ranks one spot above Jamala lmfao. EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED!!! 😈

Back in 2012, I obviously was a feverish Joan stan, mostly for Ironic reasons: “LMFAO JOAN TARD... it’s YOU... and ME! SO SILLY <3″ -- me Circa 2012, when my wit amounted to calling lovable dimwits “tards” and quoting song lyrics. 

In 2019, I can say that... I still love Joan for her ineptitude and frivolity, but with the added layer of *genuinely* loving Joan for Joan. From the consistently offkey singing, to dressing up like a Lakota warchief (completely oblivious to how inappropriate this is 😍), to the bonfires (pandering to the Land Of Fire, Azerbaijan 😍) and the general-happy-go-lucky vibe, “You and me” just feels so.. real? Like a real person regaling real stories of a real romance with a real (boy)friend. It is so disarmingly earnest, which of course, being stuck in 2012, meant that it was unceremoniously offed by the professional juries. TOO PURE FOR THIS DAMN’ WORLD. 😭

Since this update booted the final entries from Portugal, Macedonia and the Czech Republic, I’ll disclose my final thoughts below, as to not disrupt the ranking:

PORTUGAL:

Honestly, a pretty good chart for Portugal, despite being the fourth country to be fully eliminated from the ranking. I was hoping that Salvabrat would have started a hot streak, but alas. Portugal just keep getting screwed over by subpar staging and their own stubborness, leading to insistent dismissal by the fanbase. I fucking hope people (Portugal deniers) come to their senses though because they are consistently robbing one of Eurovision’s best fucking countries. 

NORTH MACEDONIA:

Sean Tarbuck from ESCUnited nailed Macedonia the best: they are a country of amazing music and utterly disastrous lives. They are probably the single worst stagers in Eurovision? The numbers don’t lie, with a qualification rate equivalent worse than San Marino’s. Just look at what Slovenia and Serbia are doing, Maco, and you’ll be fine!!!

CZECH REPUBLIC

There isn’t much to say about the Czech, but they’ve finally contributed with an entry I not only liked, but loved. I do think we are in the beginning years of a Czech Golden Age though and if they can keep that hot streak going, Eurovision might be coming to Prague very soon (ie: within the next five years.)

[visforvengeance]

Tom Holland: Cacciatore and limousines

Requested by: no one :)

Notes: hurdurdur. Hello. This isn’t the tom holland story I was talking about. But this is mobster!tom and I hope you guys like it. I chose mitski’s nobody for this one. It was supposed to be set in like the 20s but the song didn’t fit. So nvm ig. I hope you guys don’t mind, but I gave the reader the name ivy because it’s pret. These are my ocs except for tom and Harrison obvi. Also!!!!! I planned for this to be a series type thing. But that’s only if you guys liked it and wanted more. So please let me knowwww. Also in honor of 1k followers, here’s cacciatore and limousines (hehe inspo from lana del rey)

Summary: Ivy is the daughter of the infamous mobster, Thaddeus Salvatore. She’s an aspriring singer looking for a way up. That’s when she meets fellow mobster/producer, Tom Holland. Fame, drugs, and infidelity isn’t always what makes you a superstar. But in this case, it does.

Warnings: HhHh mentions of drug use, abuse, and prostitution. If any of these are triggers for you, I don’t suggest reading it. I didn’t proofread and I wrote this on mobile.

Ivy’s POV

I’m so nervous. Tonight I was performing in front of London’s most famous producer, Tom Holland. He’s produced songs for some of the most famous artists today. Its always been a dream of mine to be a big star. My father had ties which got me thus far. We were at the Angel’s Speakeasy on Angel Street. Ironic, right? My pa had visited me in the dressing room. “Hello, love.” I turned facing him and smiled. “Hi, dad. I wanted to thank you again for doing this for me. Tom Holland is so famous, if I can lure him with my voice, then it’s a done deal. I’ll be as famous as Beyoncé.” I laughed

My father, Thaddeus, was a very well respected mobster. Nobody dared to disrespect him and he was proud of it. He’d rather be a feared man than a liked one. Many people have placed bounties on my family’s heads thinking it would make him scared. But it only made him more ruthless and fearsome. He’s scared off more boyfriends than I can count, but it was only to protect me. My mother, Marie, loved playing the role of a mobster’s wife. Big houses, expensive clothing and jewelry, fancy restaurants, and chauffeurs. One would think she only wanted him for his money, but my parents have known each for 40 years and had been married for 20. It was always more than just the money.

“You better impress him or I’ve wasted my time.” Father wasn’t like any other father. He loved his children unconditionally, but he never said it. He was more of a hardass than anything and was always so serious. All work and no play. No time for that mushy garbage you saw on tv. My mom was different. She never failed to tell us she loved us, but she always failed to defend us when my father was being a bit too harsh. “I refuse to have another no good for nothing child. Don’t be like your sisters.” Daddy had 3 girls. My two older sisters, Angeline and Heather, were his most prized possessions and he used them as bait to catch the men who owed him. They were married off to other mobsters, but things were worse for them.

Angeline had gotten into drugs and Heather was treated as her husband’s prostitute. I love my sisters and I just hate that this happened to them. “I won’t, daddy.” He nodded and kissed my forehead. “You go out there and show him how good of a singer you really are. Live up to the reputation I’ve built or you’ve failed me as a daughter.” I sighed and nodded. “Of course, dad.” He walked out and probably went to go find a seat somewhere. The group before me had finished their song and it was my turn to perform. “Our next act is the wonderful Ivy Salvatore.” That was cue to get up on that stage and impress some guys.

I walked out to the stage and spoke into the microphone. “Hello everyone. I’m going to be singing an original song tonight..” I looked directly at Tom. “I hope you like it.” He smirked and leaned over with his elbows on the table. I motioned for the band to start playing.

“My god, I’m so lonely So I open the window To hear sounds of people To hear sounds of people.

Venice planet of love Was destroyed by global warming Did it’s people want too much too? Did it’s people want too much?

And I don’t want your pity I just want somebody near me Guess I’m a coward I just want to feel alright.

And I know no one will save me I’m just asking for a kiss Give me one good honest kiss And I’ll be alright.

Nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, nobody, oooh Nobody, nobody, nobody

I’ve been big and small And big and small And big and small again And still nobody wants me Still nobody wants me

And I know no one will save me I’m just asking for a kiss Give me one good movie kiss And I’ll be alright.

Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Ooh, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, no”

I had my eyes shut the entire performance. I finally opened my eyes to the sound of clapping. There was one person’s opinion who mattered at the moment. Tom and I locked eyes, it’s as if his facial expression hadn’t changed. He still had the same smirk from when I started. I bowed and exited the stage back to my dressing room. I sat there, taking deep breaths as I tried not to think negative thoughts.

Tom and My father stood at the entrance of the room. “Hello, Ivy darling.” Tom acknowledged. My father placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. I looked at Tom through the mirror. “Hello, Mr. Holland.” He smiled a boyish smile. “Please. Call me Tom.” He took a seat in the chair behind me. I turned to face him. I don’t know if it’s the lighting or his facial features. He was truly gorgeous. “That was quite a performance. Usually when I’m asked to attend these things, the person I’m supposed to like is complete shit.” My father’s gentle grip tightened with each unsatisfying word.

“But you.” He started while pointing at me. “You’ve such a beautiful voice, love. Why don’t we get you down to my studio over the weekend and record a couple of songs together? How does that sound?” I was so relieved that he liked performance. “That sounds perfect. Thank you so much.” He grinned and stood up, readjusting the one button on his suit jacket. I also stood up and moved so my father and I were standing in front of him. “Don’t thank me yet, love. You can do that if you’re first ep tops charts.” He held out his hand for me to shake. “Don’t doubt me, darling. I’ve made it this far. It’s time I go even further.”

He smirked. “You’ve got the personality of a superstar.” He said while walking out of the door. I turned to look at my father. This was the first time I’ve seen him smile this entire night. “I did it, daddy. He wants to help me produce some songs.” I said as I hugged him. “Your mother and I are very proud of you, doll.” I smiled and kissed his cheek.

We arrived at home, where there was currently a party going on. My mother liked to have parties every 2 weeks, so I wasn’t surprised. I just wonder what the occasion was this time. As we walked in, mom greeted us at the door. “I’m so proud of you, love. Your father told me what happened. I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there. I know how nervous you get when I’m not there.” I was a lot closer with my mum than anyone.

“It’s okay, mum. I know you were busy. What’s the party for?” Her face beamed at the mention of a party. “Well it’s a celebration party for you, my love. For the successful night you’ve had. And there’s even a special surprise waiting for you in your room.” She always showered my sisters and I in gift. “For being the greatest children anyone could ever ask for.” I hugged her and sighed. “You didn’t have to, mum.” She waved her hand. “I know, I know. But I wanted to. You deserve it.”

I nodded and made my way through the crowd. Stopping every 5 minutes to say thank you to anyone who congratulates me. I finally made my way upstairs and into my room. Before I could process any of what was happening, my sisters hugged me. I haven’t seen them in such a long time, they looked completely different. “Angie! Heather! I’ve missed you guys so much.” Angie’s once long brown hair, full of curls, was now cut bob length and almost gray. Heather’s black, bone straight hair was now frizzy and dull. You could see the bruises on Heather’s arm and Angie’s once curvaceous body, had lost a significant amount of weight.

“How have you guys been? It’s been like 2 years? How are my babies?” Both of my sisters had children. Heather had two teenage boys, aged 15 and 17. Angeline had only one little baby girl who was about 4. As far as I knew, Andrew and Harold never harmed the kids. But Eden and Jasper weren’t babies anymore. They know what goes on behind closed doors. And little Jessamine was too young to think of anything that 4 year olds don’t usually think about.

“They’ve been great. Jasper’s graduation is in two months and Eden made valedictorian. I’ve never been more proud of my boys!” I smiled. I’d be proud of my children too. “Jessamine has been nominated as student of the year at her daycare.” I clapped my hands together in excitement. “I’m so proud of them. Please send me the details for Jasper’s graduation. I would love to attend.” Heather nodded and grabbed my hand, Angeline grabbed the other.

“Enough about our lives. Look at you! Our baby sister is about to be a superstar.” I smiled shyly and looked down at the ground. “W-we don’t know that for sure. We have to record a few songs first and then we’ll go from there.” My sisters scoffed and laughed. “When will you go to the studio, love?” I sipped the brown liquor adorned with a beautiful hibiscus flower. “This weekend. I’m supposed to stay with him and record.” They shared a look and wiggled their eyebrows.

“I heard this Holland guy is unbelievably handsome.” Angeline smirked. “He is. But if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, you might as well stop now, darling. He is my producer and nothing more.” Heather blew a raspberry. “You’re such a prude, Ives. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were still a virgin.” My hand flew to my chest in mock offense. “I am not. I’ll have you know I’ve lost my virginity at the ripe age of 17.” Angie rolled her eyes. “To Mr. Osterfield’s boy. Harrison, was it? You know, he is Tom’s best friend, right?”

I stared in disbelief. “He’s what?” My sisters laughed and Heather gave me a pat on the back. They pulled me up and led me to the ballroom area. Once we were walking down the stairs, everyone turned their attention to me. Rounds of applause were heard and there I spotted him. Tom stood in the center of it all. It felt like those movies where the girl sees the love of her life and everything else is blurred.

A/n’s note: Thank you guys for 1k. I know I’m not the best writer and I definitely don’t post as much as I should. But it seriously means a lot to me that this many people think I’m an okay writer lmao. i love u wow!!

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

Do it do it do it write that meta about Michael and Dean’s good looks make me cry I DARE YOU

Ehe to be honest I don’t really have a point to make, but I’ll try throwing some concepts out there.

I was thinking yesterday (but I was exhausted and it didn’t go anywhere :p) that in lore the most beautiful angel (the most beautiful thing in creation?) is Lucifer, God’s favorite, with all the irony about the most beautiful angel also being the one that fell from grace and we know the rest. In Supernatural, the associations of beauty work differently. It’s obvious and repeatedly pointed out by characters that Dean and Sam are both very good looking, but whenever Sam’s looks are mentioned, it’s a sort of masculine attractiveness that fits with the heteronormative ideals of beauty for men, i.e. powefulness.

Even in the latest episode, when Kip the demon calls Sam ‘Beyoncé’ i.e. a female icon, he still refers to ‘the shoulders, the hair’ (hair being sort of generic and Sam’s glorious mane is just a specific trait of his, but broad shoulders are generally a trait appreciated in men - also in women by wlw but mainstream attractiveness in women by straight men is about being petite, not broad-shouldered). When Dean and Sam’s looks are commented together, it’s also about masculine traits - their jawlines, large builds etc. Basically, Sam is framed in the narrative as having good looks in a masculine way. Actually the Beyoncé comment, while it associated Sam to a woman, it’s a comment that basically attributes power to Sam: calling him a Beyoncé is not a way to degrade him, because Beyoncé is an icon of power and self-determination. If I call you a Beyoncé, I’m calling you amazing and fierce. Of course the demon Kip wasn’t actually just complimenting Sam, but there was a power dynamic underneath that, but his comments frame Sam as big and fierce and iconic with his large build and glorious hair and awesomeness.

With Dean, it’s a different story altogether: his looks are referred to in terms of prettiness, and when his looks are commented on independently from Sam, it’s about how his beauty is a sort of feminine one. There’s a history of characters using comments about his prettiness or delicate features as a weapon against him, to position themselves in a position of power over him (interestingly, often female characters, like Gwen Campbell or that friend of John’s in season 9, who would know what it means to be degraded over your appearance in a male-dominated environment, and would consider using that to their advantage if the occasion arises). He’s also referred to as a male-model type, and so on.

There is also enough subtext for us to infer that Dean’s looks were used as a tool when he was hunting with John, especially since there’s plenty of hints that Dean was often used as bait (not coincidentally, it repeatedly happens when they’re hunting vampires, like in season 1 with John and in season 6 with soulless Sam, because vampires are often used as allegories of situations of sexual assault and sexualized violence, and it’s absolutely not a coincidence that Alex was used as bait for men by her vampire family, in a reversal of how John used Dean as bait for monsters in their hunting, and in Alex’ case the sexual connotations of the situation was overtly textual; in season 6, Dean’s turning into a vampire is obviously framed as rape, but also in season 1 there is a sexualized layer to the scene. There’s more I could say on the topic but I’m trying not to digress too much). It’s also non canon but suggested by subtext and Jensen that Dean’s looks and body also brought cash in...

Long story short, there is a rich narrative around Dean’s beauty in terms of a feminine prettiness that is often used by other characters to establish power over Dean, or by Dean in the context of turning his body into a tool, and we’re definitely far away from the heteronormative ideals of masculinity. Dean is pretty, and he’s called pretty by characters who intend to degrade him with that kind of comment, he’s called pretty by a predator who violated his body (a vampire, again not a coincidence)... And he is the bait, often in situations with connotations of sexual violence that put Dean in the position of the victim.

Interestingly, Castiel has been always also associated to attractiveness, especially in terms of ‘sexiness’, but recently the narrative has re-established his looks in terms of prettiness, in fact, it’s been stated that Dean and Cas are equally pretty. It’s interesting because I’m taking it as a suggestion we need to read Dean and Cas as mirrors for each other whenever corporeity is concerned, and the latest episode definitely places Cas as a mirror for Dean. Cas and Dean both spend the episode unable to do anything, Cas is forced to stay immobile while demons attack his family and friends, obviously a parallel for how Dean is completely under Michael’s control. Kip makes a comment about how being bait is what Cas is for, which again makes him a mirror for Dean, so often the designated bait. (The same demon also makes a comment about Dean and Cas’ sexuality to put himself in a position of power over Cas, not an uncommon thing either).

So now Michael is possessing Dean, which is a metaphor for how Dean has been used as a tool by John and also how his body has never been ‘his’ to use as he genuinely wanted. The episode has a little bit of everything - negation of bodily autonomy, the concept of bait associated to the major Dean mirror, Dean being called pretty, and eventually even a vampire Michael is planning to use for his own ends (again, while Dean is usually used by someone else for their ends when it comes to vampires, at least when the vampire is the enemy, although Benny could be considered a reversal of this).

I am still not sure what to do with the fact that, in short, Michael is the Most Beautiful (equally with Cas but that’s partially relevant) and not Lucifer, like lore in real life says. And I’d say we need the entirety of the Michael!Dean storyline (at least when one is wearing the other) to really analyze what it means that Michael is using Dean’s looks. It’s interesting that Michael is embellishing the vessel with fancy clothes, which is not something angels generally do, so I’d say that Michael is in some degree considering the aesthetic part of wearing Dean, but I guess it’s a little early for arguments.

[fortheblackfeminist-blog]

it’s not fadin’

Kanye West and Teyana Taylor broke the internet when they released the music video for his song “Fade”. Teyana Taylor is the focus of the video, wearing a sports bra and a thong dancing over, around, and on different workout equipment. The fundamental feminists would scream for Teyana to cover up her body because it so openly attracts the male heterosexual stare, but the times have changed and women have found power in a free body. Teyana Taylor follows in the path of feminists like Cardi B and Beyoncé, who defy the urge to cover up and are so proud to display their physical selves.

Teyana transforms throughout the entire video. She starts out dancing around the equipment, which signifies her as solely a dancer. Throughout the video, she passionately dances to the beats and starts interacting with the equipment; showing off her athletic ability. She maintains her sex appeal throughout, and becomes a lover in the shower with her husband Iman Shumpert. In this shower scene, they share the roles of dominator and submitter. The exchange of sexual roles between romantic partners suggests that they are equal partners in life. At the end of the video, Teyana is depicted as a lioness and a mother. Teyana takes on six different roles in this music video, seemingly breaking the barriers that exist between these roles. She is showing us that it is possible to be hypersexual, fierce, and free while still being a mother and wife.

On another note, Teyana is also breaking the boundary of masculine and feminine. Teyana is a physically fit, toned, strong and curvy woman, with the strong facial features to match. Her body type and facial structure don’t align with Eurocentric beauty standards, but she is still the “video vixen”. This is forcing us to question, and dare I say reject, what we have been led to believe about what it means to be masculine and feminine for so long.

[lilmajorshawty]

Synastry Overlays Series Venus(🎲)

Venus in the 1st house overlay: Fuck were so pretty huh?

🌺 the last of the shadow puppets-everything you’ve come to expect🌺

“Hotel room Holy Bible

Hotel room free love revival

Baby it's a never ending spiral

'Looks a little bit like Paris”

•this often when expressed both ways feels very Arian in nature—it’s all about the initial feelings. Everything is in your fave and dynamic, the love and romance feels hot-sensual and a bit erotic in a way. Venus usually is in lust of the house person mostly because they’re close to their ascendant and in a sense either have venus conjunct or have a similar rising to their venus. The venus person finds the house person beautiful in both a physical manner as well as a energy way, they feel both vibrant and youthful in the house person presence like they’re above the sky whilst on land. The house person feels venus desire but feels the same if not more level of attraction to how venus carries themselves—it’s a tug and pull of the animalistic and raw instinctual of levels. Pleasure is derived both from physical touch and overall close knitted intimacy between the two. The venus person tends to gain more Arian traits to their venus in this overlay whilst the house persons energy becomes more Martian in nature. House overlays usually manifest as sign to planet so the planet person takes on the sign qualities whilst the house person takes on the planet qualities!

Venus in the 2nd house overlay: They can’t keep their hands off each other

💐Delilah- insecure 💐

“So you're afraid, what about me?

Dare to claim that you can't breathe

Hold my hand or I'll take yours

Don't let go cause how I feel

Is what you've made me”

•this is more Tauren In nature, its sensual..it’s all about security and commitment being the opposite of Scorpio but still being the same modality similar themes of possession/intimacy/worth/desire are often recurring themes. In a romantic Union this can make the venus person very sensual—they can be deeply loyal without explanation to the house person, they crave the house person both physical but not in the more body to body sense of Aries but in a soul to soul way. Venus is infatuated with the house person and over time this can turn into a love that is very difficult to extinguish. The love between the venus and house person grows over time and this can easily become a very suffocating energy at the onset because of the themes associated with this house! In some cases natives that are rather young walking into this relationship will be overwhelmed by how intense and demanding the energy is. The house person can be very patient with venus—often choosing cautious and sensitive ways of acting as well as communicating with venus. The house person often takes the protective role of Venus seeking them as fragile. The house person often is deeply sexually attracted to venus inside and out and desires to truly make “love” to venus rather than just have sex. So In a general sense the house person because of this can seem aloof sexually around the venus person mainly because venus isn’t just eye candy for them venus is their security and they think more about maintaining that then they do Sleeping with them so to speak. Both partners are insanely possessive over one another after some time and sex is often constant here! You’ll see this couple because of how touchy they are.

Venus in the 3rd house synastry: The humming birds

🍀petit biscuit-midnight sky🍀

•this is more Gemini in nature! Their is a emphasis on the mental back and forth between each other! Both partners feel loved when speaking to one another in a deeply special way—the communication between the two of you no matter the individual aspects to mercury or venus will always feel like an endless spark. The venus person often starts the topics while the house person hopelessly complies out of love. Venus jumps and dances from topic to topic and often is very hands on so to speak with the house person as the third house does rule the hands! They turn into a little child around the house person and want to explore everything they can! House person usually ends up embodying the energy of mercury itself so rather than jumping all over the place they are usually very curious and insatiable of venus! Wanting to constantly challenge and soak up as much as they can—they find venus words beautiful and often see venus mind as intricate as well as charming! Venus is very convincing to the house person and often this is a sign of pillow talk!! Talking dirty and playful banter!

Venus in the 4th house overlay: Mom and Dad aesthetic

🍂Drake- over my dead body(slowed down and original pace) 🍂

“How I'm feeling, it doesn't matter

'Cause you know I'm okay

Instead, I ask myself "why do you hurt me?"

When you know, you know I'm the same

I know, I know that you love me baby”

•this feels very cancerian in nature! It’s very Mushy and intimate! On both sides I’d say it’s felt like a familiarity but also a very warm hearted love between both parties. The venus person is very at home with the house person!! They’re real selves seem to come out around the house person and in most cases I’ve seen it to where instead of acting out cancerian traits the venus person usually acts out their IC/4th house whilst the house person acts out the more cancerian/moon traits. Venus regardless tends to be very sentimental and very shy around the house person! They can be indirect and also more emotionally aroused by the actions of house person. The house person is very tender to venus and usually for better or worse gets emotionally involved with venus. The house person usually tries to be cautious as to not scare venus away and usually is the stable one. The house person cares for the venus person regardless of the situation and has a hard time really “treating them bad” the sense of familiarity goes a long way but something about this will always feel like 2007-2011 they’re both a best friend and a close lover!! It’s easy to let your guard down but it’s also easy to keep it up.

Venus in the 5th house overlay: The walking teenage fever

🕊Beyoncé- mine 🕊

“I just wanna say you're mine, you're mine

I just wanna say you're mine, you're mine

Fuck what they heard you're mine, you're mine

All I'm really asking for is you..”

•this feels very solarian/Leo in nature! Both parties feel like kids! Teenage youth in the early giddy stages of romance! The giggles and the big jolly smiles after small moments of intimacy. The warm and sweating palms. The braking of eye contact. The passion and easy chemistry. A lot of love and REAL chemistry is created here almost like nothing you’ve ever experienced! The venus person usually embodies Leo traits in full affect! They become boisterous-courageous and attention seeking-the only difference from them and an actual Leo is this is only a feeling that exist solely for the house person—they desire all of the House persons attention, they want to own and posses the house person but they also are deeply enticed like a cat by the house person. The house person is their joy in life and brings a magnificent flare of romance into their life that they crave deep in their heart. The house person often feels like a school boy/girl around the venus person! Often forgetting what to say and feeling like they’re of the ground on cloud 9 whenever they touch the venus person. Everything feels like the first time with them and the chemistry is so tangible as if it manifest itself into its own being. This being a fixed house their is often a focus on longevity so feelings here are often felt forever! For better or worse! And once Love is established it’s pretty hard to let one another go!

Venus in 6th house overlay: Mr and Mrs feel good

🍁partynextdoor- recognize🍁

“I want you, to turn up on me

Every night when I see you

Better recognize when I see you

I really want you, you, you

Hit the club for you, you, you”

•this is very Virgo in its nature! There is a sacrificial but also routineish nature to this pairing. It’s easy to squeeze one another into each others day to day and because of this it’s very common to get used to/dependent on having that person their to keep everything running smoothly. Most people don’t look to this house as being highly “sexual” or “romantic” whilst I beg to differ. Being the opposite of the 12th/Pisces their is often a deeply connected atmosphere presented here! Venus serves the house person both consciously and unconsciously, they want to ease the load on the house person in a way and greatly desire to be what the house person needs. Venus can sometimes feel nervous and often neurotic when around the house person! It can seem like they don’t know what they’re doing and or that they think to much around the house person. They express love weirder than they normally would and start speaking through their actions rather then their words. Their also more earthy and sensual around the house person—craving more physical displays of affection and often will have their hands all over the house person and vice versa! The house person from what I’ve noticed takes on Chiron rather than mercury and will often be very encouraging and a foundation for the venus person often sheltering and protecting them from the world! The house person is usually the more calmer and easygoing force! The house person finds beauty in the venus person daily and is often infatuated with the bare and untouched aspects of the house person. “I love you with and without makeup baby” similar to mars here this indicates a lot of sex!

Venus in the 7th house overlay: Were already married aren’t we?

🌹TLC- creep 🌹

“The twenty second of loneliness

And we've been through so many things

I love my man with all honesty”

•this is very libra in nature! It can feel sensual because of venus being present as the ruler of his house but it can also feel “right” because of Juno’s influence! Both parties fit pretty well with each other as they fill in the missing chapter of each other! Depending on the planets involved it’ll intensify those traits in the relationship! For example if it’s Gemini both parties will be very communicative and stimulated around each other but if it’s a sign like Scorpio it all be very intense and sexual in nature! That being said the venus person is charming around the house person! They find the house person easy but also naturally beautiful! They find the house person easy to romance but also find themselves easily romanced by the house person! Since this is an air house venus is slightly detached towards the house person but still is very loving and affectionate and at times “overly affectionate” to the house person. The house person is often very content and upbeat due to venus presence! They often show of the shadow side of themselves easier and tend to act it out more than they would with anyone else. They often are both tender and communicative with venus in a very intimate and personal way. They have each others back and also have genuine affinity for one another! But that being said their is a slightly superficial and first layer energy to this relationship so be weary of flirting outside the relationship and occasional fibbing! I’ve seen in some cases for either party to mess around out side of the relationship but keep in mind this is just one manifestation of it and many couples who have this stay together for a lifetime but their is a very immature energy that resides here regardless in the early stages of intimacy that should be watched out for! Think early 90s love in the bronx.

Venus in the 8th house overlay: Intoxicating crimson duet

🥀The Weeknd- House of Balloons/glass table girls🥀

“Been on another level

Since you came

No more pain

You look into my eyes

You can't recognize my face

You're in my world now

You can stay

You can stay

But you belong to me

You belong to me”

•this has AN extremely Plutonian/Martian/Scorpionic/Arian energy to it. It acts as a harsh venus Pluto aspect in most cases. Whilst when it’s good it acts as positive venus and mars aspect. The venus person is usually very intense and in a sense Scorpionic around the house person! Often observant and watchful over the actions and intentions of the house person while the house person is not only equally observant but often sees through venus without venus being able to catch up. It’s often a tug of war between passion and instinctual repulsion. They’re too close too you but also you want them too close. Often in family or platonic relationships this can point to a family member or friend that often easily pushes your buttons or arouses darker emotions out of you that you’d rather either avoid or prefer not to experience. Whilst in romantic endeavors this can be a tricky yet deeply rewarding romance but one that’ll take time seeing as how this is a fixed house! The house person often hold the cards while the venus person holds the triggers. It can seem manipulative but it can also seem very intense. Sex here is pretty dark in nature because of the feelings that are aroused! The venus person is deeply connected and passionate over the house person whilst the house person is often protective and deeply endearing to venus no matter their circumstances. But on a side note? Don’t walk into this relationship if either of you are unevolved as hell will literally break loose.

Venus in the 9th house synastry: The high risers

🎾sza- Julia 🎾

“Loving alone is what you make it (make it)

Stay for the storm if you can take it (take it)

But pray for a raincoat

To where they're blind to, mistakes

I know you worry a lot

I’ll be here for you

Do I care enough?

Do I feel for you?

I can guarantee”

•this will feel very sagittarian in nature! There is an easy but also fluid feeling with this partnership! It’s honest as well as open as this tends to create a “everything laid out in the open” atmosphere to the union! Neither partner is into hiding and neither feels as though hiding anything is particularly necessary! Passions usually run very high for both parties as this is a fire house! Love is expressed in a bare and uplifting way and both parties usually few as though they are growing by being in the presence of the other. Venus is often very animalistic and raw towards he house person—often initiating and chasing but doing so merely out of sport than out of pure desire! They love the action and the excitement from the house person and tend to shower the house person with a vast galore of love simply due to the huge amount of care and compassion they feel for the house person. The house person often being the Jupiter here, tends to enlighten and guide venus but also showers venus with love and much care simply because of how warm and tender their connection is! It feels like a roller coaster ride in the middle of a sunset in Tokyo! You guys love each other too much and you love life when your together!

Venus in the 10th house overlay: The painful noir duo

🥋jhene aiko - comfort inn🥋

“Really, we had the perfect end…

That night we shared at the Comfort Inn

We made love like the world would have ended…

If either of us had admitted

We were in love”

•this feels very Saturnian/Capricorn in nature. It can feel a bit heavy, in most cases it’s so stable sooo lasting and immensely secure but something about it will also feel detached and slightly out of reach. There is a gap between the now and the once was with this pairing. Venus often feels very secure around the house person, a sense of lustful yet mature longing for the house person—there love but more than anything their devotion! Which is something venus often feels that they spend all or even most of the relationship chasing after. The house person may unconsciously demand a lot from the venus person which at times unknowingly places a huge strain on the open sharing of feelings between the two! This can show a heavy focus on the public eye and the endeavors of both taking priority of intimacy and in most cases depending on the people involved that’s not always the case! But love needs to always be expressed no matter what between the two! The house person always takes on a providing role and feels as though it’s their duty to take care of venus while venus feels it’s their sole duty to be the support system for the house person! It’s a romantic placements for more traditional couples who don’t mind occasional intimacy gaps. It’ll feel like you’re always listing to a sad song even when things are going Well.

Venus in the 11th house overlay: The electric lovers

🎿tove lo- my gun🎿

“I'm ace in space and oh, I know you want to fly—My tune, your moon, jump on my cloud and we go high”

•it feels very Aquarian in nature with a small dose of Uranus and a slight dose of Saturn gaze! The relationship can drift between detached v attached quite a bit because of the dual ruler ship of a planet that prefers the unpredictable and one that prefers something more predictable. Venus is usually very drawn to the house person and their more aloof qualities often finding it easy to be their quirky and odd selves around the house person! Both parties feel understood and unjudged by the other! Both parties have a “fixed” feeling of feeling secure but also close to one another and over time saturn starts to show as a binding force for the pair! Love is usually expressed randomly and often all over the place between the two but is sooo soo sincere between the couple! Venus is often very excitable and genuine with the house person often dragging the house person to anything out of the norm or amusing! The house person is very found of the venus person! Often easily able to relate and see exactly where they’re coming from! The house person can read the venus persons emotions like a book and similarly to a venus/Uranus connection their is a seemingly love at first sight aspect to this!! But with a more binding energy! Both parties are very electric when together and though venus is slightly airy about the connection they are very emotionally close to the house person because of the easy love/friendship dynamic that exist.

Venus in the 12th house overlay: The Neverland escapades

🎨The neighborhood - sweater weather🎨

“Use the sleeves of my sweater

Let's have an adventure

Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered”

•this is very Piscean/Neptunian In nature! Doses and traces of Jupiter can be found but it acts more of the inflated feeling amongst the smog. Both parties can struggle with deciphering what the hell is going on! It can feel like a ungrounded attraction-not knowing what exactly you’re feeling and why you’re feeling it. Similarly to a neptune/venus connection there is a odd but deeply rich sentimental dance between the two people that seems as if it has happened before like deja vu. The venus person is often quiet around the house person! Slightly more submissive and more introspective than usual! Venus often is very unconsciously attracted to the house person, having an almost non judgmental and completely profound depth to their desire for intimacy with the house person which often frightens them seeing as how there is often no tangible source to these feelings. The house person is often equally frightened and tends to either retreat or give venus the run around especially if they’re not used to such feelings! This is a come and go flow unlike the aspect so these people can come and go out of each others lives periodically and in most cases these connections are karmic so it may not be that it’s supposed to develop into anything serious(but mind you this doesn’t mean that just because you have this with a partner it’s doomed! It just mean your relationship has quite a bit of karma attached to it!) their is a need to keep the relationship hidden in most cases and no matter what people will almost never find out about you two dating unless you physically or vocally let them know!

this feels like a drive down a beach while the road is still misty.

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