#but I still have a soft spot for his first album

[the-haven-of-fiction]

Still traumatized after 8 years from listening to Josh Groban squawk his way through “Le temps des cathedrales”

[caspercubed]

top 5 albums! top 10 if you're a true and seasoned musichead

my TOP 10 ALBUMS:

An Awesome Wave by Alt-J

How to: friend, love, freefall by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Are You Serious by Andrew Bird

Up From Below by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes

This Is All Yours by Alt-J

Dear Wormwood by the Oh Hellos

My Head is an Animal by Of Monsters and Men

Creatures of Habit by Kiltro

Woodland by The Paper Kites

Hozier by Hozier

i thought id only be able to come up with 5 tbh cos i dont usually listen to full albums BUT!!! i realized there were more than i thought!! these r the albums where every song rocks and i love them sm :D

also made me realize i havent listened to some of these in awhile so im gonna need to go turn on up from below again now! YAY!!! thank u for the ask my friend!!! <333

[pickingupmymercedes]

Back to December - Lewis Hamilton

Part of 1K Jukebox Event

song: Back to December - Taylor Swift - anon

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

genre: there's angst but it has a happy ending

wordcount: +2k

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extra on part 2 - Things I left behind

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I hear Lewis’s footsteps muffled down the hallway, each step familiar in the quiet of our home. I glance up from my spot on the sofa, curled into the corner with a blanket draped over me, the fireplace casting a warm glow that barely chases away the memory of colder nights.

He comes into the room, his face softened by that tender, knowing smile— the very one that reaches deep into a part of my heart that I once thought might stay closed forever.

He looks tired, the kind of tired that comes with long nights of soothing a restless toddler, but with a warmth in his eyes that makes my chest ache. The look of a man who had found his way back to love, who knows exactly what it’s worth.

He sits beside me, sliding an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side. His other hand settles over the curve of my belly, his thumb tracing absentminded circles over the fabric of my sweater.

The small, familiar motion settles me, the very same balm of our first pregnancy – him soothing our growing child

“Did he fall asleep?” I ask, resting my head against his shoulder, letting the weight of the day melt away. It’s been hard on all of us, this new phase—our little boy struggling to understand what it means to have a sibling on the way.

Lewis lets out a soft sigh, his breath warm against my hair. “Yeah. It’s a lot for him to take in, but he’s a tough kid. He’ll be okay.”

“I know,” I whisper, but I can’t quite shake the twinge of worry.

I’m about to ask him something else when I catch that look in his eye, the one that says he’s been mulling something over. I nudge him gently, trying to lighten the moment. “What is it, Lewis? I know that look.”

He laughs softly, but there’s a hesitance in the sound, like he’s not sure how I’ll take what he’s about to say. “I was reading some of the reviews of your album” he begins, and my heart gives a little jump in my chest.

I try to play it cool, but I feel my pulse quicken. It’s not that I’m surprised he’s been reading them—Lewis has always supported my music, even when I didn’t feel like I deserved it.

But there’s something in the way he says it, a curiosity that puts me on edge. “And?”

“One of the songs caught my attention. Well, not only mine” he says, his tone gentle, almost as if he’s feeling out the words. “People seem to think it’s about us. About that December.”

My breath hitches. That December. The words sit heavy between us, a ghost of a time I’ve tried to leave behind but never quite managed to forget.

I give him a little nudge, knowing that he’s still got that look on his face, like he’s piecing together a puzzle. “Okay, detective. Go on, then. What made you think that song was about us?”

He chuckles softly, but his eyes stay serious, the corners crinkling as he searches my face. “I mean ... the part with ‘tan skin’ and a ‘sweet smile are pretty obvious.’”

I raise an eyebrow, leaning back against the cushions with a smirk. “You’re not the only man with tan skin and a sweet smile, you know. Could’ve been about anyone.”

He shakes his head, a knowing grin playing at his lips. “Your fans thought that part was a dead giveaway too. How you used to post those photos of us on holiday, and the way you’d talk about my smile like it was your favorite thing in the world.” His voice softens, and he traces a thumb along my jaw. “I remember that, too, Y/n.”

My heart clenches a little at that, but I keep my teasing smile in place, not wanting to break the lightness of this moment just yet. “I’ll give you that one. What else, Sherlock?”

He hums thoughtfully, running a hand through his beard, the other still resting over my bump. “‘September night’—the first time I saw you cry?” He pauses, and his expression turns more somber, like he’s reliving the memory.

“That was when your label kept pushing back the release of your album, wasn’t it? And you thought it was because you weren’t good enough. That was the night you broke down on my balcony in LA.”

I feel my breath hitch, the memory hitting me like a wave. I’d felt so lost back then, so unsure of myself and my place in the world, and Lewis had been the only thing that made me feel grounded. He’d held me tight as I’d cried into his chest, whispering that I was more than enough, that I didn’t need anyone’s validation but my own.

I reach out, squeezing his hand, and he squeezes back. “You really remember that night?” I ask quietly, the words barely more than a whisper.

He looks at me like I’ve just asked him the most obvious question in the world. “Of course, I do. That was the first time you let me see that side of you, Y/n.”

I blink back the sting of tears, but before I can say anything, he keeps going, his tone turning a bit playful again. “Then there’s the whole ‘mindless dreaming’ bit. You used those exact words once in an interview when we weren’t together, remember?”

I let out a soft laugh, even as the memory makes my chest ache. “My fans never let me live down that one. I was asked what I thought about love, and I told them it felt like ‘mindless dreaming.’. They always tease me I was talking about you.”

He smiles, a little sad but mostly understanding. “Yeah, they picked up on that one, too. They knew that song was about us before I did.”

I roll my eyes playfully, even though my heart is pounding in my chest. “They always did read too much into everything.”

“And you still thought you could slip that line past them?” He teases, squeezing my shoulder gently.

I snuggle into his side, but the final piece falls into place, and I watch his face soften, his smile turning gentle. “The biggest giveaway, though, was the January after we broke up. When you posted that photo with ‘If we loved again, I swear.’”

I can’t help but let out a small, shaky breath at that. I remember that post—how the fogged-up glass in the picture had mirrored the haze I’d felt inside, the uncertainty, the heartbreak.

At the time, everyone thought it meant we’d had some kind of fight, not that I was on the verge of finishing that thought with “...I swear I’d love you right.”

“Yeah,” I murmur, my voice catching on the memories. “I didn’t think you’d ever see that post, or understand what I meant. I didn’t even know if I’d ever get the chance to love you again, to make things right.”

He presses a kiss to my hair, holding me just a little tighter.

I close my eyes, letting his warmth and his words wash over me. It feels like a balm to wounds, ones I thought had healed but still ached when I looked back. And now, with his arms around me, I realize that maybe those scars will always be a part of us.

I swallow hard, the smile slipping from my face as the memories come rushing back, unbidden and sharp-edged. “It is about that December” I admit, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I snuck it into the B-side because... I wanted people to know how much you meant to me, even when I couldn’t find the words to say it back then.”

Lewis’s thumb brushes over my shoulder, a gentle back-and-forth that’s there to soothe me. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, his voice so soft, understanding.

I close my eyes, letting my head fall against his shoulder, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath me. He’s here, he’s real, and he’s mine again, but the pain of losing him still lingers, like a scar that aches when the weather turns cold.

“I was scared,” I admit, my voice cracking with the weight of the truth I’ve kept hidden for so long. “Writing that song… it was like pouring salt on flesh. I needed to put it out how much I missed you, how empty everything felt without you. I thought I’d made the right choice, but every night I spent alone, I knew I’d made the worst mistake of my life.”

I can feel his breathing slow, the way he’s listening to every word, taking it in like he always does, never interrupting. It gives me the courage to go on, to lay bare the part of me that still aches from the memory of letting him go.

I remember sitting at the piano in my empty apartment, the cold seeping as winter settled in outside. My fingers hovered over the keys, shaking as I tried to find the melody that had been stuck in my head for days, one that wouldn’t let me sleep.

It was almost haunting, like trying to pull the words from the hollow space inside my chest where my heart used to be.

I remember playing a few chords, my breath catching in my throat as I whispered the lyrics, barely able to get them out past the lump in my throat. It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you. Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine. My voice cracked on the words, and I had to stop, my hands shaking as I pressed them to my face.

I missed him. God, I missed him so much it hurt.

I missed the way he’d pull me into his arms without a word, the way he’d kiss my forehead when I felt like the world was closing in around me. I missed the way he’d look at me, like I was something precious, something worth holding onto—even when I felt like I wasn’t.

But I’d pushed him away. I’d let the fear of losing myself in the shadow of his fame, of being seen as just his girlfriend, drive me to leave.

And I thought I’d be okay, that I’d find myself again, but all I found was the emptiness of a life without him in it.

Every time I played that song, it felt like reopening the wound, like admitting to myself that I’d thrown away the best thing I’d ever had.

The nights were the worst—when the silence became deafening, and all I could hear was the echo of his voice, his laugh, the way he’d whisper I love you like it was the simplest, most certain thing in the world.

And I would lay awake, wondering if he’d moved on, if he’d found someone who wouldn’t be too scared to stay.

I blink back to our family home, my throat thick with unshed tears. Lewis is still looking at me, his expression so gentle, so heartbreakingly kind, like he had watched what I had remembered through my own eyes.

“I thought I’d lost you forever, Lewis,” I whisper, my voice raw with the memory of the pain. “I thought you’d never take me back after the way I hurt you. And writing that song… it was like a goodbye that I never got to say. I needed you to know that if we ever had a second chance, I would love you right.”

He cups my cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear I didn’t realize had fallen. His eyes shining along, and he presses his forehead to mine, his breath mingling with mine in the space between us. “You never really lost me, Y/n. I was always waiting for you. And I’d go back to that December, a thousand times over, and do it all again, if it meant we’d end up right here.”

My heart feels heavy with everything I’ve just laid bare, but in the best way—like the weight of all those unsaid words has finally lifted.

Then I pull back slightly, looking into his eyes, knowing there’s still one more thing I need to tell him. “There’s one more reason why I put that song on the album”

I manage a small smile, but it falters as I look down at his hand resting on my belly, cradling the life growing inside me. “When I found out I was pregnant again, all I could think about was how I almost missed out on this. On you, on our son, on all of this.”

His expression softens, and I can see the realization in his eyes as he holds me a little tighter. I take a shaky breath, the words tumbling out before I can lose my nerve. “I kept thinking about how close I came to never having this second chance with you. How different my life would be if I hadn’t swallowed my pride and come back to you. And I remembered how I felt, sitting in that empty apartment, writing that song, thinking I’d lost you for good.”

He looks like he’s about to say something, but I press a finger to his cheek, needing to finish before I break down completely. “I put the song on the album because I wanted to honor that version of me—the one who thought she’d lost everything and somehow found the strength to try again. And I wanted to honor you, Lewis. For waiting for me, for believing in us when I couldn’t. For giving me a chance to prove that I could love you the way you deserved.”

A tear slips down my cheek, and he catches it with his thumb, his touch gentle, reverent. He leans in, kissing the corner of my mouth, then rests his forehead against mine again. “You never had to prove anything to me, Y/n.”

I close my eyes against the flood of emotion that swells up inside me, clinging to him like he’s the only solid thing in a world that’s constantly shifting beneath my feet. “I know that now. And I’m so grateful I get to have this life with you. I’ll never take it for granted again.”

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to my temple, his voice low, like he was whispering a secret only I could keep. “I know you won’t. And we’ll get through whatever comes next, like we always have.”

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[louisupdates]

With the first quarter of the 21st century coming to an end, Billboard has been looking back on the 25 Greatest Pop Stars of the Past 25 Years. Below, we take a deeper look into the solo career of Louis Tomlinson — one of the members of our No. 22 pop stars, One Direction — and how his songwriting, originally honed in 1D, has helped him develop into one of the group’s strongest breakout artists.

When One Direction officially went on hiatus in 2015, Zayn Malik dropped Mind of Mine in 2016, Harry Styles’ eponymous LP dropped in 2017, Niall Horan followed with Flicker later that year and Liam Payne’s First Time EP arrived in 2018. Louis Tomlinson, however, took his time with releasing a full project – and entered an era of healing and self-discovery that saw him realizing his potential as one of 1D’s most self-actualized artists, even if not necessarily the starriest.

Even before going solo, Tomlinson showed he was meant for breakthrough success while in One Direction. Longtime Directioners know that Tomlinson wrote more songs in One Direction than any other member, penning long standing hits including “Perfect,” “History” and “Fool’s Gold” and proving his fortitude as a songwriter who understands lyrical cleverness and crafting the indescribably catchy refrains necessary to produce arena-ready hits. Beyond his musical abilities, Tomlinson’s sense of humor and friendship with fellow 1D members also ensured fans had a soft spot for him.

However, when he did go solo, the road was slippery at first. He teamed up with Steve Aoki for his first solo release “Just Hold On” in December 2016, and just three days before its release, Tomlinson’s mother died of leukemia. He still took the stage to perform the song on The X Factor, the first public testament to the star’s strength and dedication to his musical craft.

Tomlinson’s resilience amid adversity continued as he navigated the music industry. The star signed with Epic Records in 2017 and released a few singles – including “Miss You” and the Bebe Rexha and Digital Farm Animals-assisted “Back to You.” While the infectious hooks to both tracks could have easily solidified Tomlinson as a pop mainstay, the two singles didn’t perform as well as expected on the charts: “Just Hold On” peaked at No. 52 on the Billboard Hot 100 and “Back to You” hit No. 40, while “Miss You” missed the chart altogether. Ultimately, a full-length album never materialized with Epic Records.

Tomlinson shortly got back on his feet, as he always does, and signed with Arista Records in 2019 – where he honed his talent as a songwriter, this time feeling comfortable enough to tackle more vulnerable topics in his music. His first release under the label was “Two of Us,” a heart-wrenching tribute to his late mother. “I know you’ll be looking down/ Swear I’m gonna make you proud/ I’ll be living one life for the two of us,” he sings in the chorus, giving a glimpse into what would soon become a musical career full of honesty and vulnerability.

Unfortunately, shortly after its release, another hardship struck Tomlinson’s life when his 18-year-old sister Fizzy died of an accidental overdose. Both the release of “Two of Us” and the tragedy that followed showed just how close Tomlinson’s community of fans is, as they showered him with online love and support in the months that followed.

After taking some much-deserved time to heal, he announced in August of that year that his debut solo album was on its way – and shortly after, he released a follow-up single, the rock-leaning, drumline-driven “Kill My Mind.” Tomlinson admitted that he finally found his stride. “I’m actually really proud and relieved to finally find my place, find my lane musically,” he told Hits Radio Breakfast at the time, indicating a moment of relief amid his turbulent few years.

Tomlinson’s debut solo album, Walls, arrived in January 2020 and while it hit the Billboard 200‘s top 10, it was met with mixed reviews from critics, who suggested that the heart he wanted to portray wasn’t quite there. His growth outside of commercial success proved otherwise, as he had been spending the past few years building a solid identity not only as an artist, but also as a person. While some of the other One Direction alums are still finding their footing with their solo sounds to this day, Tomlinson grew strongly into an instrumentation-focused pop-rock artist whose lyrics go beyond the cookie cutter sentiments you might expect from a former boy band member.

And soon, all the hard work – both personally and musically – finally paid off. Faith in the Future, his 2022 sophomore solo album, debuted at No. 1 on the Official U.K. Albums Chart. In the United States, Faith In The Future debuted at No. 2 on Billboard’s Top Album Sales chart, and at No. 5 on the all-genre Billboard 200, his highest-charting set yet on both tallies. The album’s success, as well his sold-out live shows on its accompanying tour, not only showed the still-standing Directioner devotion to Tomlinson, but also made it clear that he picked up a slew of new fans along the way.

Tomlinson’s self-awareness was evident on the album’s lead single, “Bigger Than Me.” “When somebody told me I would change/ I was afraid, I don’t know why/ ‘Cause so does the world outside, I’ve realized/ It’s bigger than me,” he sings – indicating that the key for solo success all along was being himself, and letting go of the pressure that fame brings.

While Tomlinson has still yet to score the major chart hits stateside that his 1D bandmates essentially achieved right away – and has been more focused on his 28 clothing line the past couple years – he’s proven that he doesn’t need traditional pop crossover success to have a bright future ahead of him. With another couple albums and tours that continue to establish his identity and expand his artistry, it wouldn’t be shocking to see him making the jump to arenas in the not-distant future. Louis’ solo career may not have gotten off to the perfect start, but it just might end up being perfect for him in the long-term anyway.

[obsessive-valentine]

I know that yandere farmer is mostly tech free but how would he feel about darling asking for a radio or something like that to listen to music from

Maybe then dancing together to old country love songs

I’m loving this idea so much lol, like mentioned before he’d definitely dance with reader and he has a radio or two that he uses regularly. If darling like specific music he’d go out and get a record player or something like that where he can buy specific albums and artists for reader. But he personally has a soft spot for oldies and definitely country music, any that the radio is playing is fine for him to whistle along to as he works or drinks his coffee. Since that last similar ask I’ve thought of more similar scenarios like this and got to add to it. Have this short scenario, thank you for the inspo ❤️

TW: darling definitely has Stockholm syndrome, mentions of being kidnapped, fluff otherwise.

...

You stir in your sleep half conscious as you feel the bed shift and the pillow under your head deflate a bit from the withdrawal of his arm. You’re to tired like most mornings to acknowledge him as he quietly tiptoes around the room gathering his clothes and leaving the room, carefully shutting the door behind him after giving your sleeping self one more glance.

He goes about his usual routine quietly then finally lacing his boots and grabbing his old but trusty portable radio, taking it with him out on the farm. That how you usually find him, when you stir awake you can almost instantly tell just where he’s about. You can hear the country music playing but not loud. So he’s not near the house but also no as far as being up on the fields.

It’s already late morning you gather as you pull the curtain open, the suns out and it looks calm. You decide to go outside to enjoy the calming warm breeze, you’ve nothing that interesting to do in here anyways.

...

You make it onto the porch and are greeted by some of the dogs, you struggle to move past them without giving them all a head pat first. You make your way down the porch steps and onto the grass, you scan the fields where the music is coming from and doesn’t take long to make eye contact with the owner of the land.

He stands leaning against one of his old trucks that holds the hay bails he’s distributing, you realise he’s been watching you loving on the dogs, waiting for you to look his way. He gives you a wave and toothy grin, though you can just about see it since he’s way up on the field, he’ll intentionally hold eye contact with you every now and then -you think it’s his way of letting you know he’s watching you.

You’re about to wave back and make you’re way to the barn like you usually do, but stop yourself and decide to go and talk to him. Maybe you missed him a bit, he was to tired last night to make much conversation with.

“did you sleep okay?” He helps you climb over the short fence in between you both, and steadies you with his hands on your waist as you set your feet on the ground. “Yes...” you took a moment to pat the dirt off that you collected by climbing the fence “I’d sleep better if you didn’t get up at an ungodly hour every morning” you joked bringing your attention back to the man still holding your waist.

“Well, I need to keep on top of things around here. A stitch in time saves nine -ya’ know” he retorted in a similar joking tone before getting a bit more serious “M’sorry love, here I am thinking I was being quiet enough -sneaking around the house in the early hours” he starts swaying to the music in the background, bringing you along with him.

“I’ll be quieter than a mouse next time” he jokes again in a hushed voice, making you laugh a bit. He turns to the truck to twist the old radio dial, turning the music up, the cows watch on curiously waiting for the hay still sitting in bails on the back of the truck.

“They can wait, they’re spoiled cattle who can learn some patience” then without another word he takes waist once again and begins a rather badly formed slow dance. Right there in the middle of a field surrounded by curious cows, beautiful mountains and trees, a fresh breeze and devoted kidnapper lover.

The music continues to buzz on hitting some static now and then due to the age of the device. He’d hum along to some familiar choruses and pick up the pace into a jive like dance depending on the song playing. You both did this for a while, talking about mundane things ‘whats your thinking for dinner tonight?’ ‘How’s that painting coming along?’.

So domestic and pure, for a while there’s no complexity or inner battles about your situation. It’s just you and him sharing a fresh space with calming music and untainted emotions. Maybe if this is what life is now, you could learn to love it, to want to live your life on this quiet farm and have a committed domestic relationship.

Moments like this give him hope, that you won’t always resent him or have to fear him to stay put. Moments like this he discovers he’s okay with letting down that toxic masculinity a bit, and being soft and uncharacteristically fulfilled. He’d never thought he’d be dancing to the radio instead of working but here he is.

Moments like this does he realise his main drive of fulfilment isn’t working hard and being all powerful, but rather pleasing you and having you want him just a fraction of how he wants you.

[lovings4turn]

જ⁀➴  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊  . . .  (𝐎. 𝐏.)

— when oscar gets a little too drunk to drive home after a party at your place, you offer him a place to stay for the night

+ part of my 'be my valentine' mixtape series ! this was super fun to write - i have such a soft spot for writing for oscar, so

+ mentions of drinking and alcohol

a collage of empty bottles and sticky countertops were the only remaining pieces of evidence that a party had occurred in your flat. just over an hour ago, the small place had been packed with people, some you were close to, and some you were sure you vaguely knew, somehow.

loud music had been replaced by the soft sound of a vinyl playing from your bedroom as you pottered around with a black bin bag, throwing away as much waste as you could without disturbing some of the fuller bottles of alcohol. anyone who threw away a half-full bottle of gin was a sinner in your eyes. 

it was peaceful, finally having some time alone to breathe, to think. well, almost alone, anyways.

oscar stumbled around your flat with a bag of his own, steadying himself against the counter as he collected the leftover beer bottles for recycling. it was endearing, the way he seemed to trip over his own feet every now and then, the intoxication turning him into bambi taking his first few steps.

his usually pink cheeks were flushed a little darker, hair more messy as a few longer strands fell in front of his eyes. clearly putting all of his focus into his task, oscar didn’t even bother trying to push his hair away, succumbing to slightly obscured vision in his already less-than-stable state.

truth is, oscar wasn’t even meant to be staying over.

when you’d invited him to your place initially, he had claimed he would come for a drink or two, but leave early since he was already feeling pretty tired. that plan had went out of the window twenty minutes after he arrived, thanks to logan supplying him with a shot - or four - before he’d even finished his first beer. 

since he’d driven over and was in no fit state to get behind a wheel right now, you’d instantly offered for him to stay at yours. he could take your bed, the couch, wherever he wanted, as long as he stayed. because he wasn’t an absolute idiot, oscar agreed without complaint. 

another thud alerted you to oscar only just managing to catch himself against your kitchen cabinet, having lost his balance once more. you held back a laugh, not wanting to embarrass him, but he caught your eye with a crooked grin.

“are you sick of me yet?” he asked, accent made even thicker as his mouth worked harder to wrap around the sounds of his speech. 

“not at all,” you replied, the words rolling off of your tongue without a second thought.

you didn’t think you could ever be sick of oscar, especially not like this. here he was, absolutely smashed, yet still making an effort to help you out by cleaning up around the flat a little even though you’d insisted you were fine doing it alone. 

anyways, to be sick of oscar right now would make you a hypocrite: you were far from sober yourself. 

a lull fell over you both, the only sound coming from the lovers rock album playing in the other room and the gentle clink of glass bottles. the padding of your sock clad feet was like percussion in the soundtrack of your simultaneous cleaning, and the whole thing felt somewhat domestic as you worked peacefully.

but, you were only human.

it was only a matter of time before you both gave up on the cleaning, vowing to do it in the morning when you were sober and more alert. the last thing you needed was for someone to drop a bottle and make the process ten times harder.

after fumbling for the kitchen's light switch and bathing the room in a cold darkness, you both moved over to your bedroom, the fatigue of the evening suddenly crashing over you.

making it to the bed seemed like far too much of an effort, yet sitting down right in front of the wooden frame was apparently much more appealing to you both.

oscar let out a soft oof as he collapsed onto the floor next to you, folding his legs up to his chest in a way that didn't look to be too comfortable thanks to his taller frame.

motivated by your own selfish wants, you let your eyes trace over every inch of oscar, taking advantage of his more oblivious state. his already sleepy eyes were lidded, and it seemed like he was fighting his own body just to stay awake for a little longer.

because nothing was ever fair, oscar caught your stare. you expected a teasing remark, maybe even a playful expression, yet nothing came.

instead, coffee coloured eyes met your own, softening reflexively as he caught your gaze. there was no mistaking it. oscar was moving closer to you.

just as your lips brushed against his, barely there like the flap of a butterfly wing, the music stopped. as the vinyl cut out, you and oscar were snapped from the bubble you’d found yourselves in, and you both pulled away with a sheepish laugh.

“fuck. two seconds,” you mumbled, huffing a little as you clambered onto your feet and flipped the record over, placing the needle back down onto the disc to begin playing the second side. 

and if you happened to sit a little closer to him when you returned to your previous position, who was to blame you?

instantly, oscar's hand came to sit on your waist, thumb brushing gently against your hip as he dipped his face closer to your own. there were no interruptions this time, and your lips found his like they'd been searching for them your whole life.

and lucky old you had the whole night to savour this moment.

[elllisaaa]

kicking my feet as i’m sending my first xdh thought here 🫶🏼 i’m SO excited that you’ve decided to write for them too and i just KNOW you will create great content for them sweetie!!

ok, uhm.. sucking on junhan’s neck and hearing him moan… ❤️‍🩹 something small but deadly to think about

omg you can't understand how excited i am to finally write for them and it's such an honour to start with an ask from you because you're kinda the one that inspired me to write for xdh soooo… thank you for your support sweetie, it means everything to me <3

JUNHAN who's absolutely down bad for you it's actually a little pathetic from his band members point of view, but he doesn't care because you're making him so happy.

junhan who only wants to come back home to you after a long and exhausting day at work. as soon as he spots you laying on the bed with your book, he's making his way over to you. you look up at him with a soft smile on your face that never fails to make his heart flutter. noticing how tired your boyfriend seems to be, you open your arms and he falls into your embrace so easily.

"how was your day, pretty boy ?" you asked in a quiet tone, your hands running through his long hair, junhan's head nuzzled in your neck, his tensed body relaxing into yours. he loved how your mere presence could soothe him so quickly. "draining… but we made a lot of progress for the new album. and i filmed something for you." - "that's so sweet baby, thank you. i'm so proud of you, you're doing so good."

junhan hums at your words, tightening his grip around your waist. he is so glad to have you and your praises to calm him down at the end of the day. he smiles as he feels your lips against his temple, his cheeks, his nose and his forehead. you pepper his whole face with kisses as he giggles shily. you end up pecking his lips sweetly, and let your lips dip down along his jaw and finally planting a kiss on the sensitive skin of his neck. you can see his red ears, but the way he leans into your touch encourages you to continue. so you go on and kiss his neck all over, soon getting the urge to suck on the skin, which you do.

you are not expecting the moan that leaves junhan's lips, but you grin at the pretty sound he makes. "you liked that, pretty boy ?" - "yes… want more", he admits timidly, and your smirk widens as you get on top of him. his beautiful eyes are already glazed with desire as he lets you slip your hands underneath his oversized shirt as you lean down to suck on his neck again. your nails grazing the skin of his abdomen paired with the way you are littering his neck with hickeys gets him dizzy, and he can't control the moans and whimpers escaping his lips.

you detach yourself from his neck for a few moments, admiring the masterpiece you created - his skin covered in your purple marks, and you feel incredibly turned on by the sight of your ownership of him. "you're so pretty like this… all mine." - "only yours." and with the way junhan lets you cover the other side of his neck with your marks too, still moaning so prettily, he can't deny how proud he is to be yours and to show off the effect you have on him.

[itsallyscorner]

Maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two | H.S

pairing: boyfriend!Harry Styles x reader

summary: you unintentionally help Harry with a song he’s been struggling to write

warnings: a lil on the cheesy side tbh, but she’s cute. Mentions the pandemic

a/n: this was one from the drafts, originally written when Harry’s House was released and I finally got around to finishing it :)

Sometime during 2020 and the pandemic

His soft murmurs and humming were the only sounds that can be heard in his makeshift studio. The occasionally creaking of the house or him clicking his pen would break the silence from time to time. His frame was hunched over on the burnt orange colored couch, with his knees almost pressed against his chest, the couch was far too small for his tall figure. However, he liked the couch and it was comfy to lay on when he took breaks from writing. The journal he used to jot down lyrics was balanced on his left knee while his right hand scribbled words on the paper sloppily.

He had just gotten off a zoom call with Kid, Mitch, and some other members who he’s been working with for his new album. While they were supposed to be working in the studio for today’s session, one of the writers had come down with a cold. While it wasn’t confirmed to be COVID, Harry and his team decided it would be safe if everyone just isolated themselves for a while until further notice. Harry actually enjoyed the thought of working on the album at his home. He considered this to be one of the most intimate albums he’s ever made. The artist in him believed that being in the place where he’s comfortable being vulnerable would allow him to write more personal songs. Being home also allowed him to be closer to his muse—you.

The small claw clip holding his fringe from his face began to feel a bit too tight and his eyes were straining against the warm toned light to look at the page on his journal. He had been stuck on a certain verse for a while now and couldn’t bring himself to just call it a day on writing. He had been on the grind when he first started it, but all of a sudden his verses were turning into single words waiting to be properly knitted into a song. So far, some words/phrases he had were:

Wine glass

Puff pass

Side boob ;)

Cocaine

Toothache

Yellow sunglasses

They were the most random and absurd words to be grouped together, yet he knew he was going somewhere with whatever he had. His train of thought came to a halt when your voice rang through the room.

“Hey, you”

His eyes shifted towards your voice and there you were leaning against the door frame. You wore one of his old sweatshirts, which came up to your knees, and some socks on your feet. You weren’t wearing much but your presence and the soft smile gracing your features screamed comfort to him.

The slight frown on Harry’s face turned into a smile that resembled yours. Pushing off of the door frame, you slowly approached Harry’s spot on the couch.

“Hi angel.” He greeted you, spreading his legs out to make space for you. You happily make your way in between his legs and settle on the floor. You crossed your legs and sat so you were looking up at him. Harry craned his neck to place a kiss on your temple, his lips continuing to move down your face to spread little kisses all over your face. When he got to your lips he placed a soft peck on them with a smile on his own pinkish lips.

“Hope you don’t mind me bothering you.” You tease, the sweet smile still on your face. Harry scoffs playfully, “Y’never a bother to me. I missed you today, what’ve y’been up to?”

He’s been in the “studio” since the morning, having a quick breakfast with you and immediately hopping on zoom to work with his team. It was now 6pm and you couldn’t recall seeing or hearing your boyfriend leave the room throughout the day for a break or a snack—which led to you checking in on him.

“Not much, finished up some things for work and caught up on some Love Island.” You shrugged, Harry rolling his eyes jokingly at the mention of the reality tv show. “How ‘bout you? Was today’s session successful?” You ask. Harry hums, reaching for his journal.

“S’half ‘n half. We finished that track we wrote last month—don’t know if y’remember it—but it turned out really great. I have a good feeling ‘bout it once it’s out.” He began while still flipping back to the page he last wrote on. “I started writing another, b’now I’m just stuck. M’brain feels like it can’t think of anything else, s’blank.” He ranted using his hands to express his emotions. You let out a chuckle as you avoid one of his large hands waving around from hitting your face.

“Maybe it’s time for you to take a break, H. You’ve been here all day, god knows how long you’ve been slouched on this couch.” For emphasis, you nudge said couch, Harry shooting you a look.

“S’not a bad couch, leave m’couch alone.” He pouts, silently agreeing that it was definitely time for a break. You duck out of his arms and get up, walking towards the door. Harry follows, moving to get up but halts his movements when a crack comes from his back. You swiftly turn around with your eyes wide and an amused look.

“Oi m’back!” Harry exclaimed in shock. He stood there for second before making eye contact with you. The two of you burst out laughing.

“I fucking told you!” You pointed at him, only to be gently pushed out the door by Harry who was muttering for you to “shuddup”.

Despite the two of you being home, Harry linked his fingers with yours while you both walked to the kitchen. His large hand engulfed yours, his rough thumb stroking the top of your hand.

“I’m actually hungry.” Harry thought aloud once the kitchen came to view. He was wondering what he should eat, deciding between leftovers, cooking, or ordering in. However, he let out a gasp when he saw food already on the table.

He turned around to you beaming, “Y’made my favorite!” On the dining table were pancakes, hash browns, eggs, and coffee. Even though he was eating healthier, Harry believed that one can never go wrong with breakfast for dinner. The main reason why he loved it was because of a memory you both shared during the early stages of your relationship.

The two of you had overslept at his house after movie night and skipped dinner. By the time you both woke up, everything was closed. So the two of you ended up rummaging through his kitchen only to find eggs, pancake mix, frozen hash browns, and coffee. Harry loved that night so much because it was the moment you two truly got to know each other more and connected. It was like finally breaking the barrier of whatever was holding you back from one another. Till this day he remembers the sleepy haze behind your eyes as you shared stories from your past. Your mascara smudged beneath your eyes and your hair was a mess, but none of that mattered because he thought you were beautiful either way. Ever since that night, the two of you would have breakfast for dinner as a staple in your household.

While Harry piled two plates with eggs, pancakes, and hash browns, you filled up two mugs with coffee. Harry liked his black, while you liked yours with a bit of cream and sugar. The two of you settled in the living room, ditching the dining table because it just wasn’t comfy enough. You smiled down at your plate—which had maple syrup dripping down a tower of pancakes—as Harry picked a record to put on. Call it old school, but it was one of the normal things keeping you sane during this lockdown. He had chosen one of his Elvis ones. The same one he played that first night you had breakfast for dinner.

You sat across each other on the couch, feet nuzzled together and your knees bumping alongside the other. The sound of your forks and knives scratching against the plate filled the room along with Elvis’s voice on the record player.

Harry had forgotten he had been writing the entire day. Instead, he remembered all the places you traveled to and the memories you made together on those trips. Being stuck at home for months made the both of you crave the outside world and the normality of it all. Though as much as you wanted to book a trip to Italy, it wasn’t safe to leave the country.

It felt like the world was ending, but to Harry it didn’t feel like it because he was with you. You brought light to the darkness—yes, it was cheesy—but it was the only way Harry knew how to describe being with you.

You guys spent the night eating and reminiscing on past memories you made together. As the hours passed, your plates were now empty and on the coffee counter, while you had found your way into your lover’s arms. His arms held you close to him as your body rested perfectly against his. Your head laid upon his chest, allowing you to feel him breathe and hear the beating of his heart. You were surrounded by his warmth and it was truly all you ever wanted.

Harry could feel you dozing off, your sentences had gotten shorter and your voice had a slight slur. With his nose against your temple he whispered, “Y’know I’ll always love you, right?”

You shifted your head to look into his dark emerald eyes, “Yeah.”

His eyes squinted at you playfully, “How so?” He tested you.

“Because I know I’ll always love you too.”

Then just like that, a spark set off in his head, and all of a sudden the words he has jotted down earlier that day made sense.

[7ndipity]

Rainy Day

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: Just a soft blurb about looking after Joonie on a rainy afternoon

Warnings: slight angst, comfort, slightly suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I hope you like it!

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The soft evening light tinted the room with a cool blue hue as you and Namjoon lay on opposite ends of the sofa reading, your legs overlapping and tangling with his. The soothing patter of the rain outside threatened to lull you to sleep more than once as you tried to focus on the page in front of you, the words blurring slightly as your mind began to drift.

A quiet sigh from Joon however pulled you out of your dozing state.

It wasn’t the first sigh to leave him that evening, furthering your suspicions that something was on his mind as you glanced over at him curiously, taking note of the crease between his brows.

“You okay?” You asked gently.

“Yeah.” He said, still staring at the book in his hand, but you could see the set of his jaw that something was bothering him.

“Are you sure?” You asked gently. “Cause I’m pretty sure you’ve been on the same page for the past ten minutes.”

He sighed again.

“I don’t know.” He admitted, closing the book and setting it aside, lying back against the arm of the sofa as he stared at the ceiling. “I’m just tired, but I also can’t get my mind to shut off, you know?”

You nodded.

You’d noticed how hard he’d been working lately, he always wanted to give his best, for his fans, for his other group members, but with his album release quickly approaching, He’d been spending nearly all his time in the company, coming home late and then barely sleeping for more than a handful of hours before slipping out the door again in morning.

He’d tried to hide his stress and fatigue from you, but you’d known him long enough to spot the signs, both obvious and subtle.

You had noticed the sluggish drag in his step, the dark circles under his eyes, the anxious bounce in his leg as he talked.

“I just keep thinking of all the things I have to get done for the album, all the people that are relying on me,” He continued. “I just don’t want to let them down.”

“You won’t let anyone down, I have faith in you.” You said reassuringly.

“This album was so much harder to write than the last one, what if I’m starting to lose my edge?” He asked quietly, almost to himself.

“Not possible.” You said with certainty. “You are an amazing songwriter, this album being more difficult doesn’t say anything about your talent or ability.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” You replied. “You never fail to stun me with your work.”

He nodded, letting his eyes fall shut as he leaned back against the couch arm, but you could tell he was still unsettled by the tense square of his shoulders.

Struck with an idea, you moved carefully to straddle his hips, causing his eyes to flick open in surprise.

“Y/n, what are-?”

“Shh, just relax.” You breathed, kissing him softly as you began to gently massage his shoulders.

His hands came up instinctively to steady you by the waist, letting out a soft groan of satisfaction, slowly melting under your touch.

You continued to work his wide shoulders, feeling the tense muscles beneath your fingers begin to relax, soft sounds of relief slipping from his throat, only to be swallowed by you as you slowly kissed him again.

You felt his hips twitch slightly beneath you, but you didn’t return the action, keeping your own hips firmly planted. Your goal tonight wasn’t to get him off, there would be time for that later.

Your only goal at the moment was to help him relax and calm his mind.

By the time you pulled away from him, he was absolute putty beneath you, eyes drooping heavily with sleep.

“Feel better?” You asked with a small grin.

“Mhm.” He hummed, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you, keeping you pressed close.

“Thank you. I know I’ve been distant recently with all of this, but I want you to know how much I appreciate you looking out for me. I am so thankful for you and everything you do.”

“I will always look after you.” You said, pressing your lips to his again. “For now though, you need sleep.”

You moved to pull away so you could stand up, but Joon kept his arms locked tightly around you.

“Stay,” He murmured against your hair, laying back down against the couch arm and pulling you down on top of him. “Wanna hold you.”

Your heart melted at his soft demeanor. “Okay.”

Almost as soon as you were both settled, he was out like a light, his hold loosening slightly but never dropping from your waist.

You soon felt yourself beginning to drift off as well, listening to the slow steady beat of his heart.

“I love you Joonie.” You mumbled softly.

You knew you couldn’t fix the things that bothered him, or make them go away, but you both knew that everything would be ok, so long as you had each other to lean on.

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[watchmegetobsessed]

Any chance you could do a famous single mum reader x Harry fic

since he’s a certified MILF lover

CRUSH

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

SUMMARY: Harry has been into you for way too long, but you haven't given him a chance. You run into each other at the Grammy's afterparty and you finally tell him why you're so adamant about keeping your distance.

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Harry will forever remember tonight.

It’s his second time going home as a Grammy winner and nothing can ruin this experience for him, not even how his performance was ruined. He did it again and nothing else matters for now.

Or at least that’s how he should be feeling as he is celebrating with his friends and other winners and artists at the after party, but something keeps bugging him.

Just hours earlier he ran into you again and he hasn’t been able to get you out of his mind since then. It’s no surprise you were at the award show, even though you’re not a singer he could have expected to run into you at one of the most important nights of the year. Yet, he was still surprised to see you walk down the red carpet, but it might have been because you always have that effect on him no matter what.

If someone asked Harry who his celebrity crush was he would say you with no hesitation or remorse. He’s been enamored with you since the first time he met you at some other after party a few years ago. The two of you were introduced by a mutual friend and he stuck to your side for as long as possible, drinking up every word, every laughter and every look you gifted him with. He thought you were way out of his league, he still does, but that doesn’t stop him from yearning after you like a lovesick puppy every time your paths cross. Harry can’t tell how many times he tried to flirt with you before, but his flirty comments were met with soft rejection every time, you never seemed to be returning the gentle feelings and though it was devastating, he knew he could do nothing.

He could at least call you his friend, more or less. He definitely has a tither connection with you than with most people in this room, there’s a bigger circle of friends you both share so you end up meeting every few months without planning it and there are periods when you’re even texting.

He hasn’t talked to you for a while now, so seeing you brought his feelings back he’s been harboring for so long.

Now as he’s sipping on his drink he can’t help but keep looking around, trying to spot you in the crowd to no avail for now. He pulls out his phone and opens the message thread with you, rereading the last few texts he exchanged with you a while back. His thumb hovers over the screen, fighting the urge to hit you up with a message when an elbow meets his side. Looking up he sees Mitch beside him.

“Your crush is here,” he informs Harry with a knowing smirk, nodding towards the bar.

He follows his friend’s gaze and spots you only seconds later. You’ve changed out of your burgundy gown he saw you wearing earlier, sporting a chic pant suit this time, but you’re just as breathtaking as ever.

Mitch just chuckles when Harry gets up without a word and heads over to you. Pushing between guests he ignores everyone who might try to strike a conversation up with him until he finally reaches you.

“Y/N, hi!” he smiles at you warmly. You turn to face him with a cocktail in your hands, a wide smile stretching across your face.

“Harry! What a nice surprise!” you chuckle. “Congrats on your wins!” You don’t hesitate to put an arm around his neck and pull him into a hug that he returns gladly.

“Thank you.”

“Though it was no surprise you won, the album is amazing.”

“You listened to it?”

“Of course,” you chuckle. “I wouldn’t have missed it.”

“Do you have a favorite?” he asks with a cheeky smile.

“Hmm, probably… Satellite.”

“Great choice.”

The conversation keeps flowing and suddenly it feels like it’s just the two of you even though it’s a crowded party that’s happening around you. Harry realizes that no matter how much time passes between each time he sees you, he will always catch himself falling for you over and over again. He tries to flirt with you this time as well and this is the first time he can feel like his rizz is not going straight over your head.

“Y/N, I need you to be very honest with me,” he starts, when you both had a few drinks. Neither of you is drunk, but definitely tipsy.

“About what?” you chuckle.

“Do I have a chance with you? For real, I’m not playing here,” he smirks, placing one hand to his chest, while holding up the other one, his half empty glass rising into the air.

You sigh deeply, looking away from him as you busy yourself with your own drink.

“Ah, it hurts!” he acts as if he was shot in the chest. “Am I that ugly and boring?”

“Of course, you’re not!” you roll your eyes.

“Okay, do you like me?”

“I do,” you admit, avoiding to look him in the eyes.

“Alright, then let’s take this conversation over to my place.”

“I can’t,” you shake your head.

“We can go to yours as well, I’m fine with that too,” Harry half jokes, but he notices that you’re not laughing. “Y/N, what is it then?”

“I need to get some air.” Jumping to your feet you leave your drink behind and head out to the back of the place that’s the smoking area, hoping to be alone for a bit, but Harry rushes after you, determined to get answers this time.

He finds you in a dark corner, your arms wrapped around yourself as you stare out into the void.

“Y/N, I’m sorry if I went too far, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s… fine.”

“I just… fuck, I really like you. A lot. I can’t stop thinking about you and… I couldn’t just not shoot my shot.”

“You’ve been shooting your shot for a long time.” He finally sees a tiny smile on your lips.

“So you did notice my attempts?” he grins. “Just chose to ignore them, I guess?”

“Harry, I can’t.”

“Can’t ignore them anymore?”

“No. I can’t date you.”

“Can’t as in…?”

Sighing, your head falls back, against the wall as you close your eyes for a few seconds before opening them and finally looking at him.

“I don’t date.”

“Why?”

“Because of Arian.”

The picture is finally crystal clear in Harry’s head. You’re depriving yourself from dating because of your son.

It’s no news to Harry that you’re a mother, he has even met your five year-old son, but he never thought of him as the reason why you keep rejecting him. You keep your private life pretty hush hush, especially since you split from your ex, Arian’s father three years ago. No one knows why you called it quits and there’s actually no photo of the little boy online either, that’s how dedicated you are to protect him from the public. Harry completely understands it, but he doesn’t see why you can’t date because of Arian.

“The little guy doesn’t want to share you with anyone else?” he tries to joke.

“I’m a single mother who is also an actress. My life is complicated enough without dates and boyfriends.”

“Woah, we’re only talking about one boyfriend,” Harry puts his hands to his chest. You crack a smile, but it’s not as genuine as he would want it to be.

“It’s just not the right time for me to start dating again. I’m sorry.”

“I’m a little hurt you’re not even giving me a chance.”

“I’m sure dating a single mother is not exactly your dream either.”

“Y/N, I haven’t even thought about it until you brought it up. Arian is a cool little guy and I have no problem with you being a mother.”

“You will at one point, trust me,” you scoff and Harry tries not to take it personal. You’re just trying to protect yourself and your son, it’s not against him.

“What if I prove that it’s fine? That I’m not just some random guy who will come and go?”

Staring back at him you chew on his words as you tilt your head to the side.

“We’ll see.”

At first the peace and quiet takes over your waking mind. You feel a gentle breeze from the window you left open for the night and you stretch long underneath the silky covers when it finally dawns on you.

It’s peaceful. And quiet. You haven’t had a morning like this in about… well, five years. Arian loves to wake you up whenever you’re home, jumping on the mattress, or just cuddling to you, either way, he never misses a chance to spend a morning with you.

So where is he now?

Slight panic rushes through your veins as you quickly wrap yourself in your silky robe and head out to find your baby. All the worst case scenarios flash through your mind, but they dissolve the moment you reach the stairs and hear his laughter coming from the kitchen. With careful steps you approach the source of his voice that’s mixed with another one, a more mature male voice that you don’t recognize at first but when you round the corner and see what’s happening in your kitchen, recognition washes over you.

Harry Styles is making pancakes in your kitchen with your son. And they are making a big mess, but Arian seems to be enjoying it. Music is playing in the background and there’s a ginormous bouquet of flowers on the kitchen island. Your heart flutters in your chest as you walk closer.

“Mommy!” Arian notices you and climbing off his stool he runs over to you and you gladly pick him up into your arms.

“Hey baby, what’s… what’s happening here?”

“Harry is making us pancakes!” He throws his hands up into the air in excitement as you walk over to the kitchen island and sit him down on top of it.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he smiles at you so charmingly, it’s hard to focus on the fact that he is in your house on a Saturday morning.

“Hi, what do you… Um, what are you doing here?”

“Mommy, I told you, he is making us pancakes!” Arian giggles.

“I know, baby. Hey, you’re still in your pajamas, why don’t you go up and change?” You help him off the counter and gently push him towards the stairs. He runs off singing to himself.

“Before you throw me out,” Harry starts, holding the spatula up, “You told me to prove it.”

“Prove what?”

“That it’s fine that you’re a mom. So, this is our first date, in your house, with your son, so you don’t have to worry about him or get a babysitter.”

“How did you even get into my house?” you chuckle in disbelief. You’re definitely touched by the gesture, you don’t like to spend time away from Arian when you’re not working.

Grinning, he starts flipping the pancakes in the pan.

“Well, I might or might not have contacted your agent who hooked me up with your housekeeper who let me in this morning.”

“Wow, my own staff betrayed me,” you chuckle.

“I wouldn’t say betrayed. They both were happy to help me, because they want what’s best for you.”

“And that would be you?” you ask, arching an eyebrow at his cockiness. He shrugs, but his smirk tells it all.

“Look,” he sighs, turning the stove off. “I really did mean it. I don’t care that you’re a mom. It’s all good, it’s part of you. I don’t want to just come and go in your and Arian’s life. Just give me a chance to prove that it could work.”

He must have some kind of magic power over you, because he really just waltzed in here, made some pancakes and convinced you to change your mind.

“Arian will always come first for me, Harry.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t expect anything else,” he nods.

“That means that even in my limited free time, you’ll most likely have to share me with him. I’m not the type to let nannies and babysitters raise my child.”

“And I love that about you. Arian is lucky to have you as his mother.”

Staring back at him you want to say no, but you simply can’t. It’s impossible.

“Okay,” is all you say.

“Okay as in… You’ll give me a chance?”

“Yes, but don’t fuck it up,” you chuckle as Harry walks closer and his hands find your waist, pulling you closer. It’s the first time he is physically this close to you, but it feels like he’s been doing it since forever, like you belong in his arms.

“Never,” he smirks and as he leans closer you hear a pair of tiny feet running down the stairs, so you step back just in time for Arian’s return.

“Give me the pancakes!” he giggles, climbing up to a stool and you smile at Harry.

“See, he is already cockblocking you,” you whisper to him chuckling.

“Touché,” he sighs with a smirk. “But he is cute, so it’s alright.” Shaking it all off he turns to Arian as he places the pancakes on a plate. “So, what do you want on top?”

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[iqzo]

BEAUTY & A BEAST.

(nsfw, rapper connie)

BEING FRIEND WITH INFAMOUS Connie Springer. had it’s up and downs, specially with you being his manager. A lot of speculation about you and him having a relationship was bound to ignite.

After being caught with his crooked pointer finger resting beneath your chin, lifting it up as he stares intensely into your eyes while he held a umbrella in his next hand.

Of course shaderoom was the first to post it then TMZ nosey ass, and the rest of the world. Connie didn’t give a fuck about the accusations, but you did. Knowing how many businesses lines you had and how this rumor might take a toll on it.

Connie sat on the chair, writing lyrics for his new album which would be released in about 4 weeks or 3.

Bumping his head as he found the right words to rhyme with, and the incredible word play that had him hyped the most.

you entered the studio closing the door behind you, Connie turned and his eyes instantly roaming the tight turtle neck dress you wore that ended barely at your thighs.

wearing those big frame glasses Connie adored, and your long butterfly locks framing your face perfectly. you held a clipboard to your stomach resting it on the couch.

you walked up to connie, “Whatchu workin on?” Connie comely eyes glued to the lipgloss combo you had. the outer painted black while the inner was shined up with lipgloss.

“The angel song..” he replied his eyes still wandering around your body as you walked around him to look at the notebook yourself. Connie now hovering above you, your body inches away from his. “Ouu, i like this word play.” you smiled pointing at the same word play that had him hyped.

Connie smiled. wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in closer, instantly taking a whiff of the perfume he had bought you for your birthday. “Connie..are you sniffing me?” you questioned, he lifts his head up from your neck.

“yeah, you smell nice.” he complemented, you casted a smile before looking back down at the notebook. “thank you,” you whispered.

Connie grabbed the chair and pulled it over, sitting down grabbing you down with him. landing on his lap, you continued to view his lyrics, your eyebrows furrowed up. “Is this a love song?” you questioned fixing yourself on his lap so you sat sideways, Connie inhaled deeply hoping you didn’t feel the boner.

“Yea.” he answered, low eyes glued to yours. you moved from side to side thinking he was zoomed out but his eyes followed every movement. “Stop staring at me.” you blushed covering your face with his notebook.

A small grin found its way on connie’s face, “You look fucking beautiful and you expect me to stop staring?” he asked leaning up to you, his mouth near your ear as he continued to talk soft with you. “This dress bout short as fuck, did anyone make you feel uncomfortable on your way here? just tell me and i’ll handle it, baby.” he whispered planting a kiss on your cheek after, you were getting wet and connie knew since he felt the heartbeats.

“n-no..” you whispered, watching his large veiny hands that were designed with rings and a small panda tattoo on the side of his pointer finger slowly waltzing up your thigh. “Con-connie..” Connie wrapped his free hand around your neck pulling your head back locking his lips with yours as the hand beneath your dress started pulling aside your drenched panties, legs spreading for more access.

Connie tongue slipped past your lips and roaming around your mouth, as you struggled to keep up with him since he had a finger already pumping inside you. he inserts a next one. both individuals curved instantly hitting that spot. causing a loud pornographic noise that made Connie pull away with a smirk, “right here?” he asked going more faster as you struggled with the word leaving your mouth.

“agh, c-con, i-i’m gonna, ahh” your legs shakes with a fountain of your juices squirting out landing on connie’s fingers as the rest went onto the floor.

you breathed heavily, while still feeling Connie kissing your neck. you groaned, he slides his fingers out and brought them to your lips, “open.” he said in a demanding tone, your shaky lips parted giving Connie the access to roughly shove his two fingers into your mouth. “Taste how good you are, baby.” he says watching as you licked his finger clean.

he slips his fingers out along with some spit dripping out, he quickly throws you over his shoulder which caught you off guard.

he rest you softly on the couch, sliding your dress up as he unbuckled his pants, zipping it down exposing the heavy bulge in his calvin klein.

“open up for me..” he says, you parted your lips and allowed Connie to dip his fingers inside. applying the saliva onto his cock before sliding hisself in.

Both you and Connie moaned from the feeling of the warmth and gummy walls that enclosed around his dick while you felt completely full by his dick being inside you.

he gave you a minute to adjust to his size before going completely mad.

having you screaming his name out in the studio, you were so happy it was just you and him today.

His hand slide to the underside of your thighs bringing them to his shoulders and leaving them there.

he continued to roughly pound into you, his eyes caught the print of his tip hitting your stomach.

he chuckled which caught your attention, “look baby.” he says, your head picked up to see what he was talking about.

you gasped seeing the outline of his dick, protruding against your stomach. “Damn,” he says through a throaty chuckle, “fuck, wanna touch it?” he questioned you nod your head making connie grasp your wrist, taking it to the bulge.

both hands pressing down on the bulge which caused you to moan, connie’s eyes widened from how your walls tightly wrapped around his cock. “s-shit baby.” he says.

he picked back up his past and began working his way to his climax, sweat beans showing on his forehead, his strokes getting more sloppier each time he went back in. your hands wrapped around his neck, reaching your high cumming all over his dick as he went harder. coating your insides with his semen.

“fu-fuck..” he mumbled, by your ear. now resting on top of you, both out of breath. connie having the energy to lift his head up using his arms as support to hold his body.

“now all i need is a beat,” you glared at him, “get your corny ass off me.” he chuckled before landing a kiss on your cheek.

“i love you,” “i love you too.”

[perpetuallyconfused10]

Drive My Car (1/2)

GIF by rqgnarok Part 2

WARNINGS: None. Just two idiots in love. And maybe Hotch is a little too soft.

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“Fuck.”

The voice is low enough that you think you’ve imagined him at first, but there he is, standing at the bottom of the stairs leading to his office with one hand pressed to his forehead and staring at the phone in his other like it’s burned him.

“Hotch? Are you alright?”

He turns to look at you, appearing about as startled as you imagine he ever can. “I’m fine,” he says. “I didn’t know you were still here.”

In his defense, you didn’t expect to be here this late either. The others had left the bullpen over an hour ago, having finished their paperwork much before you.

You hold up the culprit for your staying behind, a Use of Force report that had ended up taking a lot longer than planned. “Just finishing up. Are you sure you’re okay?”

The hand on his forehead moves to his hip, and he studies you for a few seconds. Then he sighs. “My car’s in the shop. Jessica was going to bring me home, but Jack’s gotten sick and she doesn’t want to move him from his bed. I’m going to call a cab.”

That explains why he’s leaving so early. You’ve never heard of him leaving before eight or nine.

“Poor kid. That’s never fun,” you say with a wince. “But you’d be lucky, Hotch. It’s seven on a Friday night. Everyone and their mother is calling a cab.”

“It’s quicker than the subway.”

His voice is flat, worried. You make the decision in a second. “Not quick enough. Let me drive you.”

Hotch’s brow furrows as he considers your offer, mentally calculating the distance from your apartment to his. “I couldn’t ask you to do that for me. I’m miles out of your way.”

He’s right. He is miles away, but that doesn’t deter you. As wonderful as Jessica is, from what you’ve heard, you know Jack idolizes Hotch. He’ll want to be with him now.

“I’m not doing it for you,” you say with a smile, knowing you’re about to play your ace. “I’m doing it for Jack, who is sick and should see his father.”

There’s no room to argue with you. Hotch picks up his briefcase and thanks you. With long strides, he leads the way out of the bullpen and towards the garage.

Ten minutes later, find yourself rushing to stack empty to-go-cups and loose papers, shoving them away as Hotch climbs into your car. “It’s no problem, really. Sorry about the mess.”

Hotch shakes his head. His lips are a little less downturned than usual, which in your mind almost constitutes a smile. “Consider it noted,” he says, “We’ll talk during your next performance review.”

Fighting a smile, you can’t help it. You hit his arm. “I take it back. I’m not sorry.”

“It really isn’t a mess,” he says. “And you really shouldn’t be sorry. You should see my car. You can’t move for Jack’s toys.”

You hum, hands gripping the wheel as your reverse out of the spot, “Be careful what you admit around me. You might be my boss, but I can always snitch on you to yours.”

An amused huff is the closest you get to making him laugh, but you take it. He shakes his head. “I’ve had too many uncomfortable conversations with Strauss to bother counting. I’m sure I’ll survive.”

“Not if I have a hand in it.”

Neither of you says anything for a long while after that, and neither mind. What the protocol is for driving your boss home outside of work, you aren’t sure. If there is something in the FBI manual about it, you’re quite sure Hotch knows it – but asking him feels a little on-the-nose, and so you keep quiet and put the radio on.

You’re also sure that there isn’t anything in the FBI manual about what music is appropriate to listen to with your boss in your passenger seat. If there were, you’re certain the songs on at the moment – half of which you vaguely remember Morgan and Garcia dancing to on one of the team’s nights at the bar, and the other of which might be their next choices – don’t make the cut.

Feeling your face heat up, you clear your throat. “I think I have a couple Beatles albums in the glove box if you wanna look for one,” It isn’t so much a suggestion as it is a request — maybe even an order – and you know he senses that. With a nod, he reaches over to open it.

“You’ve got eclectic taste,” Hotch says after a moment, raising an eyebrow at you as he pulls out one of the CDs buried somewhere in the pile. “I didn’t take you for a Mozart fan.”

The corner of his mouth pulls itself into a smirk. It’s the kind reserved for non-working occasions, or, alternatively, occasions that don’t require the wearing of a suit jacket. Like now. Not that you’ve noticed the broad lines of his shoulders in his dress shirt, or the movement of his Adam’s apple as he speaks, more easily seen with the top two buttons undone. And if you have, that’s nobody’s business.

You shrug. “I’m not one, really. Reid likes it.”

For a long second, he looks at you. “You keep a CD in your car for Reid?”

“He doesn’t like the radio. It’s distracting. I don’t particularly like it, either.”

Hotch doesn’t let up, “That’s…very thoughtful of you.”

Keeping your eyes on the road is more of a task than you’d like.

“They’re only a couple dollars. I just buy them when I see them.”

He takes another look in the glove box, grabbing a beaten-down copy of The White Album and pushing it into the player. But before the opening to ‘Back in the USSR’ is even over, he’s pressed pause and shifted in his seat to look at you head-on. Silence stretches between the two of you again. The dull hum of the engine and the rain battering the windows sound, of a sudden, much louder.

“What? You’re making me nervous.”

He is. If becoming skilled in the art of dangerous driving weren’t a side-effect of working with the BAU, you might’ve crashed the car by now.

You chance a look over at him. His expression is set in a frown. Over your short tenure with the team, you’ve fallen witness to enough of what Morgan deems his ‘Hotchner frowns’ (trademark implied) to know that this one is different. There’s something softer about it, more considerate than displeased.

“Those other albums…Sinatra, Radiohead, Stevie Wonder…you’ve barely touched them. Not compared to the others.”

Damn profiler. The stubborn part of you — which was a larger part than you’d like to admit — wanted to ignore him. Even so, you know it’d never work. Hotch is just as stubborn as you are, and worse than that, he is far more patient.

“They’re not my favorites, no, but—” you relent.

Gently, Hotch cuts you off. “No, they’re not. They’re Rossi’s, Prentiss', and Morgan’s. I’m sure you’ve got records in there for JJ and Garcia. And–”

You look down again at your hands where they rest on the wheel. The skin of your knuckles pulls as you tighten your hands around it. In a sigh, you admit it. “—And for you too, yeah.”

He tilts his head. When he speaks, his voice is soft. “Why?”

Retreating into silence again, you turn the corner onto his street. But even off the clock, Hotch’s presence is commanding, his stare on you unassuming and exposing all at once.

You laugh. “Remind me never to end up in an interrogation with you again. You’re terrifying.”

“You haven’t learned enough from them if you’re still deflecting,” he says, ignoring your jibe. Instead he folds his hands in his lap.

You could double down, tell him jokingly to fuck off and then claim that swearing at him is entirely acceptable in non-working circumstances. What it is stopping you from giving him the answer he wants, you’re not sure. This isn’t the office. It’s not neutral ground. This is your car, your territory. Forced out of the context of work, Hotch is no longer just an abstract concept, your hardass of a boss — he’s a real person. Your friend. And something about that pulls at you.

“I had a little trouble adjusting, at first,” you say, stretching the words out until they become unfamiliar things. “More than I’d expected. I knew when I took the job what it’d be like. On paper, at least. But the first few cases…it was another thing to be doing it, you know?”

It’s the truth. The early days, right after you joined the team, were rough. They’d been a constant guessing game of when to speak up and when to keep quiet, when to shove down all of the stress and the fear and the self-loathing and when, if ever, to let yourself feel it.

Hotch stays quiet this time, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him. Was it too honest to admit that? His presence has gone to your head, like wine on a summer evening.

“I never let it affect my work–” you say in a rush, self-preservation instincts in full swing. You stop halfway, let the words wither in your throat.

One of Hotch’s hands twitches as if to reach for you, but retreats at the last seconds, remaining limp in his lap. He hums, his voice a low murmur. “I know that.”

You’ve come this far. Might as well finish this. “We’d come home from a case, and sometimes I’d drive Reid back so he didn’t have to get the subway. We’d drive back to our apartments with the radio on. But the news…”

Hotch sighs, “...Another robbery, another murder. Another thing out of our reach.”

There’s no judgment in his eyes, none of the sharp analysis profiling demands. It hits you again that you aren’t talking with the man that conducts your performance reviews, but the man who rolls his eyes at Reid and Morgan’s bickering, the father who’d drop anything to make his son happy.

A smile feels a little out of your reach as you remember those early months, so you settle for a nod. “I picked up a CD or two after the first couple weeks. Then I found out Reid liked classical music, so I looked for some. And it made sense, if I was giving Morgan or Prentiss or Garcia a ride too. I guess it got a little out of control.”

Hotch shakes his head. “That’s not out of control. It’s kind,” he starts, then stops for a second, his features rearranging themselves into a frown once more. “You know you don't have to do nice things for people to get them to like you, don’t you?”

Eyes widening, you almost think you’ve heard him wrong. “What?”

He tilts his head, his gaze on you soft as you put the car into park in front of his apartment complex. “Maybe you don’t do it anymore, but towards the beginning…I got the feeling you thought you’d have to move mountains to get the team to like you. And you didn’t.”

He’s right. You really had felt alone, for the first few months. You’d done everything you could to make yourself tolerable: memorized Garcia’s miles-long Starbucks order, lied about where you lived to Reid so he didn’t feel guilty about taking a lift from you, nodded along when Morgan told you about his housing projects even though you hadn’t a clue about property development. You’d done it all. And it had worked.

Maybe you hadn’t needed to do it. But over time, obligation had morphed into affection, and you liked to. Hence the music.

“Hotch…”

You’re glad he speaks before you can get any further, because you really have no idea what to say. “I mean it,” he says quietly. “Anyone with sense would do that all on their own.”

“Thank you,” you say, swallowing. “I hope Jack feels better soon.”

“I’ll tell him you said hi. He’ll appreciate it.” he says, checking his watch. “I’d better go check on him. Thank you for driving me back. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nod. “Tomorrow.”

He climbs out of the car, head bowed against the rain, and you wait for him to get inside before you pull away. You’re not mad about the Beatles. The White Album wouldn’t be your pick of their records. But the drive is long, long enough to let yourself think, and you leave it playing until you’re home.

[annasfantasies]

Sugar

/alex turner x fem!reader

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Credits to the authors of the photos

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PART TWO

Pairing: the car!alex turner x fem!reader

Summery: cute evening with sugar daddy Al

Warnings: nothing just fluff (kissing, fem nicknames), age gap

Word count: 1469

ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE

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I was sitting in a corner of our couch, baby pink fluffy blanket around my shoulders and back, knees slightly pulled to my chest with a book pressed against my thighs, a smile on my face and mug of hot chocolate with small white and pink marshmallows on a small coffee table that was next to the couch.

I giggled at the characters, they were arguing about something stupid again. I turned the page but my peaceful evening was interrupted by someone opening the front door.

I quickly turned my head to my right to see my favourite brunette walk into our hallway. I shut the book, threw it on the couch and jumped up. The blanket fell down from my body but I didn't care and ran into the hallway.

"Alex!" I shouted out, he turned to me and closed the front door before extending his arms and grinning at me.

I jumped into his arms, he wrapped them around me; one on my back and the other one just below my ass. I trapped him with my lags around his waists and arms around his neck and hid my face into the crook of his neck. I squeezed his body tightly, releasing a sight, finally having him in my arms.

"Hi baby." his slightly raspy voice rang out; I shivered both because of him but also because of the cold air.

We stood there for at least a minute meanwhile he stroked my back and head, humming soft melody.

I hummed and inhaled his scent; cigarette smell slightly masked with his cologne.

He turned his head and whispered into my hair. "I'm gonna put you down, yeah?" I shook my head and mumbled a quiet 'no'.

He chuckled and stroked my hair. "I'm gonna cuddle you right after I change, yeah?" He asked again and kissed my head.

I sighed and pulled away to look into his eyes. "I want a kiss first." I fluttered my eyelashes and pouted, giving him my best puppy eyes.

Alex moved his hand to my cheek and caressed the flushed skin with his thumb, I leaned into him. "Quick one though."

I nodded eagerly, he smirked and leaned down. Our noses touched and when I wanted to close the gap between us he pulled away. "Hey-" He cut me off by smashing his lips against mine.

It was sweet, full of love and eagerness.

But it didn’t last as long as I wanted, Alex pulled away, kissed the tip of my nose and put me down. I unwrapped my armes from around him, still pouting. He raised his eyebrows at my neediness making me roll my eyes.

"Go change and then come here. I have a surprise for you." I winked and left him standing in the hallway. On my way to the couch I took the blanket from floor. While I was settling into my spot on the couch again I could hear the stairs squeak meaning Alex went upstairs.

I covered myself with the blanket again and closed my eyes, waiting for my boyfriend.

After few minutes he came down. "Hi" I grinned at him from my position and stretched out my arms as an invitation for him. He smiled down at me and kneeled between my legs. "I want my cuddles."

He shook his head while grinning. "Yeah, I know." And with that he was finally in my arms; his head on my chest, my legs around his waist and my hands in his hair. "I missed you." I whispered and could feel his body relaxing. He is like a kitten.

I placed soft kiss on his head and closed my eyes again, enjoying our moment of peace. "I missed you too, handsome." I continued to massage his scalp making him hum in satisfaction. He’s been working on the up coming album so hard lately. Always getting up early and coming home late. I’m worried about him and his health, it’s not good not having enough sleep. But he always leaves notes on my nightstand and calls during the day.

"What did you do today?" He whispered agains my skin as he snuggled into me even more.

I twisted a lock around my finger before brushing through the hair. I thought back to my day, I was home whole day as usual because I don't work. It's not that I don't want to, it's that Alex always tells me I don't need to. He earns enough money to support us both and even more people.

"Like always," I sighed and moved my hands to his back. I ran my fingers along him and then started drawing random shapes. "Cleaned the house a little bit, ate the leftovers from yesterday diner for lunch, baked you a surprise and before you came I was reading the book I told you about the other day."

His head immediately jumped up from its hiding spot at the mention of my baking. He absolutely loves anything I bake. Since we started dating he gained a little bit of weight, I love it so much.

His eyes were shining with excitement and curiosity. "What did you bake?" He exclaimed and grinned at me hopefully. He looked like a puppy with his head slightly tilted to his right and the glint curiosity in his honey eyes.

I gave him quick kiss on his nose before stoking his cheek, the stubble scratching my palm a little bit. "Heart shaped strawberry cookies." I said softly and couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face.

He raised his eyebrow and bit his bottom lip. I looked at him wondering what was he thinking about but before I could say anything he got up from the couch and extended his arm in my direction. He made a grabby hand and said. "come on, I wanna taste them." I got up and took his rough hand in mine, he immediately pulled me up to my feet. “You’re taking too long, love.” He rolled his eyes while groaning.

I opened my mouth to argue but before I could he turned and dragged me to our kitchen.

He looked around the room, his eyes researching the room for the cookies. “Where are they?”

I chuckled at his desperation and squeezed his hand before releasing it. “In the fridge, love.” I turned on my heel and headed to the object. Alex followed me like a lost puppy.

I opened it and took the plate with cookies. He immediately took it from me and put on the counter next to us. “They look amazing, darling.” He took one to inspect it before taking a bite. His eyes widened as he swallowed. “And taste even better.”

I grinned wildly at him. “Really?” He nodded and ate another one.

“So good.” He looked at me with a soft smile. “You’re really good baker, sweetheart.” He pulled me closer to his body by my waist, I placed my hands on his chest.

“Thank you.” I looked him in the eyes and played with the chest hair that was peeking out from his light brown sweater. Swirling it around my index finger. My cheeks burning because of the blush and hurting from the smiling.

“My girl’s blushing?” He smirked and tilted his head. I looked away to my fingers trying to hide myself but out of nowhere he picked me up.

“Alex? What are-“ I grabbed onto his shoulders.

He cut me off by pressing his finger to my mouth and shushed me. I looked at him puzzled, eyebrows raised but I wrapped my legs round him to bring him even closer.

He stared at me like he was observing me. “You’re so beautiful, I can’t believe you’re mine, sugar.” He smiled at me softly, his hand slid to my cheek. His rough fingers caressing me. This all made me blush even deeper.

He moved closer to my face and I mirrored his movements. Our noses bumped into each other’s causing me to giggle and Al to chuckle. This time I was the one to close the little distance between us.

My rose pink lips touched his, a firework erupted in my stomach. I moved my hands to his face, kissing him even harder. We didn’t pull from each other until we ran out of air.

Our foreheads resting against the other, trying to catch a breath and our lips starting to get swollen.

“I love you, sugar. My love.” He broke the silence. I opened my eyes to find him already watching me.

“I love you too.” I gave him my smile before he took me from the counter and headed to the stairs in the hallway. “Where are we going?”

He smacked my ass before rubbing it slowly. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you all day, darling.”

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A/N: IM SO SORRY I TOOK ME SO LONG😭 I lost the motivation when I posted the thing about which fanfic should I post first🙃

IF YOU FIND ANY MISTAKES PLEASE LET ME KNOW‼️ don’t forget to reblog it leave a comment, thanksss💗

[beomboomboom]

Cockroach

genre: fluff, established relationship

pairing: idol!Joshua x reader

summary: Joshua hates cockroaches. Never in a million years would he ever be able to kill one, but thank goodness he has you to take care of that.

warnings: mentions of cockroaches, a little bit of swearing

note: Definitely not me projecting from all the times I have been absolutely terrified when I would spot cockroaches in my room 👀. I hope you enjoy reading <33

When stuck in a crisis, Joshua considers himself to be very calm and quick to problem-solve.

But when that crisis is a cockroach, all those previous statements are thrown out the window. Joshua is not calm in any way, and he is way too panicked to even have the capacity to think of a solution at that point.

"WAHHH-,"Joshua screeches as he practically leaps out of his seat and frantically runs to the other side of the room,"AHHH ITS COMING CLOSER WHAT THE HECK, GET AWAY YOU FILTHY CREATURE."

Hearing all the commotion, you quickly enter the living room to be met with a sight that makes you laugh and want to protect your boyfriend at the same time. Joshua is cowering behind a beanbag, his eyes wide with fear and hatred, as he looks over to the floor where a big brown cockroach is crawling towards him.

"SAVEMESAVEME," Joshua screams, pleading, once he catches sight of your figure in the room. Abandoning his beanbag that he was using as a barrier, he quickly rushes to your side and hides behind you, using you as a barrier instead.

"Honey, it's just a cockroach, everything will be fine. I'll kill it okay?" you reassure Joshua as you take hold of the heaviest thing closest to you—a SEVENTEEN album.

"OH YOU ARE NOT GOING TO KILL A COCKROACH WITH THAT-,"Joshua hisses while snatching the album out of your hands.

"WELL THEN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO-."you begin to reply before getting interrupted by Joshua's screams of terror.

"'-AHHH ITS RIGHT THERE," Joshua screeches from behind as he wraps his arms around your waist tightly and digs his head into your shoulder, scared out of his mind.

"WHERE?! WHERE IS "THERE","you yell back in reply, Joshua's panic rubbing off on you. Frantically, you grab hold of the first thing you can get your hands on—a random box of crayons, as you try and locate the cockroach.

"THERE," Joshua screams again while pointing in the direction of the cockroach, which is now moving faster than ever before, probably feeling panicked because of Joshua's screams.

Smashing the box of crayons on top of the cockroach firmly, a moment of fearful silence falls upon you and Joshua.

"I-Is it dead?"Joshua questions nervously while looking over your shoulder, finally breaking the silence.

Lifting the crayon box slowly, both you and Joshua let out a sigh of relief the second you both spot the dead and smushed cockroach on the crayon box.

Defeated after the whole ordeal, Joshua flops onto his back. "You're a lifesaver, I thought I was going to die for a moment there."

You let out a laugh before rolling your eyes, "a tiny cockroach won't kill you."

Muttering a small "sure feels like it though" in reply, Joshua then gently tugs your body down so that you can lay your head on his chest.

As your head lays comfortably on Joshua's chest, Joshua can't help but notice how you and him laying together feels so warm and cozy. Sitting up, Joshua leans over your figure and presses a soft kiss onto your forehead. "I love you," he whispers with a gentle smile.

Smiling softly, you quickly reciprocate the kiss, but on the lips rather than forehead. "I love you too," you say with a laugh.

Just as Joshua is about to reconnect his lips with yours again, you gently pull away. "Joshua...I think you forgot I still have the dead cockroach in my hands"

"OH FUCK NO-, GET THAT AWAY FROM ME"

[alfredo0724]

Final Timeline Headcanons pt 2

Here's a continuation of my headcanons for the final timeline 💕

Manga spoilers below -

Part one Part three

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The Haitani brothers and the Kawata twins have a love-hate friendship. Nahoya bickers with them while Souya is more relaxed. They spend time with each other outside of Toman meetings at restaurants. The Haitanis invite them to parties sometimes.

Yumi and Pah have a very wholesome and soft relationship. They didn't put a label on their relationship in the beginning, people already assumed they were a couple. It was like that until Pah was asked about it by his close friends. He formally asked Yumi to be his girlfriend after that.

Yasuda is the one that asks out Peh-Yan. Mitsuya knew they liked each other all along and both of them confided in him before they started a relationship. Yasuda becomes protective of Peh in a 'tsudnere' way. Peh-yan doesn't admit it all the time, but he likes doing cliche relationship things with her.

If Takemichi and Hina were to ever have kids, they would all look exactly like Takemichi. Hina often teases him that he cries more than their kids when they were babies, which is true.

The Sano house became a popular spot for sleepovers when everyone was really young. Shinichiro made sure to have enough sleeping bags for Mikey, Takemichi, Sanzu, Baji, Izana and Kakucho. Senju and Emma would have their own sleepover and often had to kick Mikey out when he came to steal their snacks.

Since Ryusei is canon to the story, I think he would come by Peke J land a lot in the future. Mostly to annoy Chifuyu on purpose.

When Draken and Emma have their kid, all the ex-toman members become very protective of them. Mitsuya personally makes clothes for their child that aren't in his brand. The baby refers to Mitsuya as an uncle sometimes. Hina also becomes very close with their baby too. She volunteers to take care of them when Draken and Emma go on dates. Their baby refers to her as an aunt sometimes too.

I think Emma may have confessed to Draken first. She was getting anxious about how he felt about her, so Takemichi and Hina convinced her it would all work out just fine.

When Draken and Emma started dating, her brothers all reacted differently. Mikey was finally relieved the secret was out, Shinichiro was very happy Emma was with someone he knew would be good for her, and Izana became a bit protective of her and kind of threatened Draken if he were to hurt her, which he obviously never would.

Thousand Winters still forms after Toman disbands. Their reactions are all pretty much the same. They've got a photo album with pictures they all took in the t-shirts. However, it took a lot of convincing for Inui to be in the pictures.

Sanzu and Senju often wear clothing that closely matches with one another. They have their own sense of style, but sometimes it blends together and they wear similar things.

Luna and Mana are still very close with Taiju. He picks them up from school a lot and takes them to amusement parks and stuff. However, he doesn't like to admit he enjoys it even though everyone else knows he does. Yuzuha and Hakkai have dozens of photos where he's dressed in costumes or wearing cosmetics when Luna and Mana ask him too. When they're older, they sometimes still call him 'Tai' (the nickname they used in the birthday illustration).

Taiju is good at cooking, but he sucks at baking like the epilogue mentioned. He does thinks like burn chocolate, doesn't use enough flower or even squeezes piping bags too hard, causing them to explode.

Yuzuha is an older sister figure to Luna and Mana. She takes them shopping for clothes, teaches them how to put on makeup when they're older and watches over them while they grow up.

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A deep dive into Louis Tomlinson's career, both solo and in One Direction, and how he's grown into one of pop music's most thoughtful songwriters.

With the first quarter of the 21st century coming to an end, Billboard has been looking back on the 25 Greatest Pop Stars of the Past 25 Years. Below, we take a deeper look into the solo career of Louis Tomlinson — one of the members of our No. 22 pop stars, One Direction — and how his songwriting, originally honed in 1D, has helped him develop into one of the group’s strongest breakout artists.

When One Direction officially went on hiatus in 2015, Zayn Malik dropped Mind of Mine in 2016, Harry Styles’ eponymous LP dropped in 2017, Niall Horan followed with Flicker later that year and Liam Payne’s First Time EP arrived in 2018. Louis Tomlinson, however, took his time with releasing a full project – and entered an era of healing and self-discovery that saw him realizing his potential as one of 1D’s most self-actualized artists, even if not necessarily the starriest.

Even before going solo, Tomlinson showed he was meant for breakthrough success while in One Direction. Longtime Directioners know that Tomlinson wrote more songs in One Direction than any other member, penning long standing hits including “Perfect,” “History” and “Fool’s Gold” and proving his fortitude as a songwriter who understands lyrical cleverness and crafting the indescribably catchy refrains necessary to produce arena-ready hits. Beyond his musical abilities, Tomlinson’s sense of humor and friendship with fellow 1D members also ensured fans had a soft spot for him.

However, when he did go solo, the road was slippery at first. He teamed up with Steve Aoki for his first solo release “Just Hold On” in December 2016, and just three days before its release, Tomlinson’s mother died of leukemia. He still took the stage to perform the song on The X Factor, the first public testament to the star’s strength and dedication to his musical craft.

Tomlinson’s resilience amid adversity continued as he navigated the music industry. The star signed with Epic Records in 2017 and released a few singles – including “Miss You” and the Bebe Rexha and Digital Farm Animals-assisted “Back to You.” While the infectious hooks to both tracks could have easily solidified Tomlinson as a pop mainstay, the two singles didn’t perform as well as expected on the charts: “Just Hold On” peaked at No. 52 on the Billboard Hot 100 and “Back to You” hit No. 40, while “Miss You” missed the chart altogether. Ultimately, a full-length album never materialized with Epic Records.

Tomlinson shortly got back on his feet, as he always does, and signed with Arista Records in 2019 – where he honed his talent as a songwriter, this time feeling comfortable enough to tackle more vulnerable topics in his music. His first release under the label was “Two of Us,” a heart-wrenching tribute to his late mother. “I know you’ll be looking down/ Swear I’m gonna make you proud/ I’ll be living one life for the two of us,” he sings in the chorus, giving a glimpse into what would soon become a musical career full of honesty and vulnerability.

Unfortunately, shortly after its release, another hardship struck Tomlinson’s life when his 18-year-old sister Fizzy died of an accidental overdose. Both the release of “Two of Us” and the tragedy that followed showed just how close Tomlinson’s community of fans is, as they showered him with online love and support in the months that followed.

After taking some much-deserved time to heal, he announced in August of that year that his debut solo album was on its way – and shortly after, he released a follow-up single, the rock-leaning, drumline-driven “Kill My Mind.” Tomlinson admitted that he finally found his stride. “I’m actually really proud and relieved to finally find my place, find my lane musically,” he told Hits Radio Breakfast at the time, indicating a moment of relief amid his turbulent few years.

Tomlinson’s debut solo album, Walls, arrived in January 2020 and while it hit the Billboard 200‘s top 10, it was met with mixed reviews from critics, who suggested that the heart he wanted to portray wasn’t quite there. His growth outside of commercial success proved otherwise, as he had been spending the past few years building a solid identity not only as an artist, but also as a person. While some of the other One Direction alums are still finding their footing with their solo sounds to this day, Tomlinson grew strongly into an instrumentation-focused pop-rock artist whose lyrics go beyond the cookie cutter sentiments you might expect from a former boy band member.

And soon, all the hard work – both personally and musically – finally paid off. Faith in the Future, his 2022 sophomore solo album, debuted at No. 1 on the Official U.K. Albums Chart. In the United States, Faith In The Future debuted at No. 2 on Billboard’s Top Album Sales chart, and at No. 5 on the all-genre Billboard 200, his highest-charting set yet on both tallies. The album’s success, as well his sold-out live shows on its accompanying tour, not only showed the still-standing Directioner devotion to Tomlinson, but also made it clear that he picked up a slew of new fans along the way.

Tomlinson’s self-awareness was evident on the album’s lead single, “Bigger Than Me.” “When somebody told me I would change/ I was afraid, I don’t know why/ ‘Cause so does the world outside, I’ve realized/ It’s bigger than me,” he sings – indicating that the key for solo success all along was being himself, and letting go of the pressure that fame brings.

While Tomlinson has still yet to score the major chart hits stateside that his 1D bandmates essentially achieved right away – and has been more focused on his 28 clothing line the past couple years – he’s proven that he doesn’t need traditional pop crossover success to have a bright future ahead of him. With another couple albums and tours that continue to establish his identity and expand his artistry, it wouldn’t be shocking to see him making the jump to arenas in the not-distant future. Louis’ solo career may not have gotten off to the perfect start, but it just might end up being perfect for him in the long-term anyway.