#i already don’t follow much taylor blogs here but yeah

[roimp]

i’m gonna take some space from taylor now

[majaloveschris]

it’s interesting, back when all this hoopla began, some blogs were convinced this was all genuine because of two reasons: 1) CE didn’t need to do PR to get more attention because he was already famous. 2) the attention was negative and did not help him and why would he go through all this for negative publicity?

While I agree to an extent that the attention with this relationship brought a lot of negativity to him and his family/friends (and obviously, hers too) - I maintain the belief that it wasn’t about the who he married, it’s about him having a partner and settling down and being married. To lots of people, this shows stability and being able to commit. It finally aligns with his “wants to settle and have a family” narrative. The GP will look at recent posts or movies of his and go oh yeah he got married (if they even bothered to remember that) and move on with their lives. His fans are the only ones currently bothered by all this because they hate the partner he’s with. But to me, they achieved their goal and now no matter what happens, at least he was married once and he’s seen with a ring - check and mate.

I kindly remind people that this is Hollywood. Public image and persona still is extremely important, and celebs always do things for reasons and most often, there is a bigger picture to unveil later on.

That being said, look at Taylor and Travis. She definitely is famous enough and imho, she did not need the publicity of a more public relationship. Some people said she quickly pivoted to Travis after her last guy Matt something was revealed to be problematic (I forgot why) and her PR team was quick to pull her out.

I don’t know if I agree with that. If it was as simple as erasing the controversy of a bad partner, she could be seen with Travis but not to the extent she has been. They got the NFL - aka one of the biggest money empires in the American sports and entertainment industry - involved. If you are not an American you may not understand how big NFL football and the Super Bowl is here in the states. But the levels they went to make Taylor and Travis a thing is interesting,

That’s why I think Chris very much needed the PR. I think it’s the woman choice that caused this ordeal to fall apart at the seams. Because I imagine a different situation:

Let’s say, he got paired with someone like an Ana de Armas or even Dakota Johnson (if either were single) - look at how the public reacted to Dakota and Chris at Central Park. Look at how the fans reacted.

It was mostly positive and people were surprised, including his own fans. Surprised that he looks good with her and physically they fit better together. Now the idea of them playing love interests isn’t so dire as people once thought.

The perception here is totally different. If he did scare videos with someone like Ana, did an IG montage, I don’t think the reaction would have been negative at all.

Him posting a pumpkin pic, or him doing restaurant tours with a different more favorable woman would have been completely different. If he showed up to VF after party with any of his ex gfs - and took a pic in the same red suit - I still think the reaction would have been less negative from his fans.

It could still be cringe to some but I highly doubt it would be at this level of animosity.

if the partner was different, I think you’d be seeing a much different result for both of them today. His partner, if she was also an up and coming actress but received better by his fans and the GP, could have seen herself get further in her career simply due to followers and visibility. If she was a different person with a different attitude towards work and promotion, she may be reaping more benefits today.

I think you have similar thoughts to me, maja, that this situation was unfortunately a failure due to the choice of pairing. If AB had gotten a different man, maybe even if she had stayed with Lucas B, you may be seeing a different result for her too. Her/his fanbases didn’t seem to hate them together as much, and also they did look pretty good together considering.

I wonder, would we still be seeing her post a ridiculous homemade shower video to distract from her friends problematic tweets? Would we still be seeing her pretend she’s never online and hiding away for months at a time? Would we still see her try so desperately to prove a point if she had simply ended up with someone else?

Yeah, I definitely see what you are saying. I don't think she was the first choice, in my opinion, especially because of the age gap. He's always been dating women who are close to his age, so choosing her for this whole "marriage" thing is interesting. Maybe choosing a younger partner was on purpose, and they were looking for someone who isn't that close to his age to attract a new demographic. I mean, a lot of younger women now think they might've a chance with him and thirst even harder, so who knows? I think people outside of the fandom only have problems with the age gap part, but unfortunately people are used to this, especially in HW, and 24 and 40 isn't even that bad, considering people like Leo (who is older) notoriously date younger women, and for him this is the first time. That we know of, of course. 

As you and I said, they should've chosen someone else, someone who hasn't done, said, or posted questionable things. The same goes for her friends. The most problematic part is her and her friends' personalities. I think most people would've moved on from the age gap thing; after all, they both are adults, even if 24 is a bit young for 40 in my opinion. And maybe if they were truly looking happy or in love, that could've made everything a bit better too. However, the fact they both look as if they don't want to be around each other helped at least him a lot. But they look relativly cute together with Lucas; it seemed like at least they liked each other. 

At the same time, I still think he and his team didn't know about the tweets, because I truly believe if they did, they wouldn't choose her.

I think his team failed this test, and this was a huge lesson for him too. 

[incorrectzbone]

Don't worry, stalk me as much as you want (that's what I usually do anyways) 😗 I'm so far from being hot or sexy (I'm the complete opposite) so I don't know how much of that is actually accurate. I've had latin on my last year of high school (I can't remember if greek was an option for the next two grades but I do know that they went to Italy in the previous years, I'm guessing they didn't keep it though. I couldn't have gone anyways 🥲), I was 15-16 at the time, now I'm 21, It's been a while and I don't really remember a thing (I usually say the same thing about french but I still know a few things, so I guess latin was harder). But guess what! Italian has been on my "languages I'd want to learn" for YEARS. I don't know Bonnie, this looks like some destiny shit over here 👀

I'm kinda wanting to write something with Ricky Vincenzo now. That will most likely never happen because I suck at writing 🥰 AND YES OMG RICKY AMBASSADOR! *insert fashion brands that I don't really know because I actually am "young and poor, short and ugly, moon boss baby Luna"* He would always look so good, he was born for this 🤩

(Now that I've said Luna, how do you say moon in italian?? 👀)

Ummmm hello? You're pisces as well?? That's it, I'm asking Ricky for the rings. What flowers do you want? He'll do everything you want for the wedding. btw are you sure about the dms?? not only asking because i'm really bad at making up conversations and keeping them, but also because you said that thing about this being your side blog and i assumed you didn't really wanna make your main known if that makes sense??

P.s. I'm talking about Vincenzo as if I had already watched all the episodes, but I think I left it half way through?? I have to go back and go insane over Vincenzo himself again 😳

😭 I had to take latin classes at that age as well and am now 22 so I totally get you: I simply can’t remember anything. It’s hard. Way too hard 😭 OMG LET’S TEACH EACH OTHER SPANISH AND ITALIAN (I say, as if I have the time to actually learn something outside of college stuff 😍 </3).

I still haven’t read anything from you, but I will, so please write Ricky with the Vincenzo concept for my mental stability 💖🖇️💖🖇️💖🖇️ OMG YES LET THE MAN SHOW HIS FASHION KNOWLEDGE!!!

(it’s actually “LUNA” in italian !! i guess italian and spanish are similar omg)

I LIKE EVERY KIND OF FLOWER 🌺 SO YEAH SINCE HE’S RICH LET HIM GET AS MANY FLOWERS AS IT’S POSSIBLE 😉🤍

I have to rewatch Vincenzo as well, it’s been too long and I can’t really remember it that well (also, the actors >>>>)

i’m totally fine with the dms !! my main is a new account i’ve made (actually, it’s a main with a different email from another main that i use on my pc and that has nothing to do with zb1 😭 i lost my old kpop one cause i rarely used tumblr for it !!) and i don’t really care about it being known tbh, i just wanted to keep it separate from this account lol (i also am not a great conversation keeper — taylor swift gets me — so please don’t worry about it! i know how it feels 💖💌) i actually followed you with my main but was too shy to tell you it was me 😭 that being said, if you’re comfortable here is my new main: @taeraeszone , but please feel free to also not text me if you don’t feel like it! i’m okay with communicating like this as well <3 whatever you want, i’m here for it !!

[bisluthq]

(This is in response to that anon, not you. Letting you know here because you asked us to make it clear)

The comment about him being scared was based on people HERE usually saying that he probably would’ve been scared to break up with her based on songs like The Archer. I didn’t necessarily mean that was his whole reasoning for not ending the relationship. As for the engagement, yeah I assumed they got engaged at some point in 2020 because everyone pretty much agrees about that independently of how they feel about Taylor, Joe or the break up. I also think it’s fair to assume since she isn’t saying she’s waiting for a ring, she says she’s waiting at the altar? That to me implies an engagement had happened and she was waiting for the wedding.

As for Taylor and her work, she was going to tour less with Lover and the Eras as it is only happened when her and Joe were having issues. If they weren’t having issues, I could see her planning the tour around his projects, but for that to work he would have to agree to work less for that time. So maybe she would’ve toured Europe while he was working there, she would’ve had a break while he did a movie and he would’ve taken a break while she toured the US. I could see her doing something like that if they were married and happy.

Last but not least, YLM. That’s not something you randomly feel one night and then it goes away? Whatever was going on in their relationship built up to that, and even if they sort of fixed it (which I acknowledged when I said something made her stay), it clearly wasn’t completely fixed because she started cheating and the songs she wrote after the break up go hand in hand with YLM? They had the same problems in 2021 as they did in 2023.

I’m also a bit confused about the way you talk about “this was before the cheating” and things like that. The reason why I brought up 2021 and how he was already making her feel unloved by then is because something people love to say here is that it’s good he didn’t marry her because of this and that, and it’s always things that happened in 2022 or 2023. I was asking people to acknowledge that he was already not marrying her back in 2021, for whatever reason.

I stand by everything I said in both messages and you’re doing exactly what I was complaining about. I blamed both of them for everything and you felt the need to come defend Joe and bring up what people are saying about the break up elsewhere. I was talking about what I have seen people say here, everything I mentioned has been said by someone in this blog in the past year. I don’t check other swiftie blogs and I don’t care about what they do or do not say about Joe. I’m honestly tired of people coming here to complain about what people are saying about Joe somewhere else. I don’t follow those blogs for a reason, I’m not interested in what they have to say 🤷🏻‍♀️ If you want to believe Joe never proposed and he was the best most wonderful boyfriend and Taylor is a crazy person who got mad at him for not marrying her and then cheated, go ahead! If that’s the case, they do actually need to come and get her. But I think my take makes more sense and I stand by it

I really agreed strongly with your take. The other anon made some valid points but overall like I agree with your analysis.

[illicitlimerence-writes]

golden | p. gasly

pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 5.7k words. request: yes/no by an anon: "hi! i love your writing and saw the prompt list on your blog. i was wondering if you could write “(she/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.” with either george or pierre please? thanks so much xx" and everyone who wanted to know how this story ended<;3 prompt: general 25: "(she/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me." from this prompt list (i changed it a bit, sorry) warnings: language, a lot of taylor swift and shakespeare references. and also references to the previous parts. a/n: we've reached the end! i really hope you like this. i was going to name this 'daylight' (you'll see why), but i noticed that all the previous parts were six-letter words, and my ocd brain didn't want to mess the pattern. i'm not one hundred percent sure i love how this turned out, but my brain said 'do it'. also, it's really hard to write love speeches.

my masterlist / this is a part four to 'pillow' & 'jacket' & 'letter'

on friday, after returning from juliet’s house, you and pierre were closer than ever. something happened there, maybe it was the letter you wrote, the whole atmosphere of the city you were in, but the uneasiness you’d been feeling all day had disappeared. his hand had felt cold most of the time when he touched you, but after the letter, it was like your hand was made to hold his. his digits fit perfectly on the gap between yours. the height difference between you was just right that when you wanted to grab something from a high shelf whilst at a souvenir shop, pierre only had to raise his arm and he grabbed it for you.

nothing had ever made more sense than the two of you together.

that night, you felt his hand on your thigh as he followed the bus that drove the rest of the wedding crew to the villa on the outskirts of verona, his thumb slipped under the skirt of your dress. his letter was resting inside your phone case, you wanted to keep it somewhere safe, somewhere you could have easy access to. you had no idea where he was keeping yours, you just hoped he had kept his promise and hadn’t read it.

“i’m in love with verona,” you whispered as you watched the houses and streets disappearing as you passed them. your head was resting against the shut window, eyes following the yellow lights until they were out of sight. “i think i want to move here. or rome.” you said, sighing as you thought about the past week.

“yeah?” pierre asked, you hummed. “you haven’t seen all of italy yet, though.”

“sadly, our tour ends here,” you lifted your head from the window, the back of your head against the headrest of the seat, you turned to the right, instantly smiling as you watched pierre glancing back and forth between you and the road.

“it doesn’t have to,” he shook his head, purposely keeping his eyes on the road, a small smile on his face. “you know i live in milan, right?” you nodded prompting him to keep going. “you could come with me after the wedding’s done. you can crash at my place, i’ll show you around,”

“but- the holidays, and-”

“we could spend them together,” he looked at you, and the way he stared at you felt different. the tone in his voice didn’t have the playful hint you were used to hearing.

“pierre,”

“(y/n),”

“why do you want to spend the holidays with me?” you asked, tired of all the pining and anticipation.

“because i like you,” he said, casually shrugging his shoulders. you choked on air.

“you-you what?” you asked, feeling your heart beating quickly inside your chest.

“i mean, i know you usually spend the holidays alone,” your eyes widened, you didn’t know he knew that. “charles tells me that you always end up spending some time with him and his family. and my family’s already got plans for the holidays, so… you could join me,”

“but we- i-”

“hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to answer right now. just, think about it, you’re my friend and i’ll be more than happy to show you the beauty of milan,” he smiled at you, and you felt like your heart was going to explode at the way his lips curled up, letting you see his rows of perfect white teeth. “or we could stay here, or go somewhere else. i know you really wanted to visit florence as well,”

“okay, i’ll think about it. are you sure, though?” you asked, just to be sure.

“i wouldn’t want it any other way,” you felt his hand gripping your thigh, and you smiled at him. maybe this was the beginning of something more. you hoped it was.

once you arrived at the villa, you were quickly ushered into your assigned rooms, and you took the opportunity to shower quickly so you could have enough time to do your hair and makeup. you stepped out of the shower with a baggy shirt and sleeping shorts, flinching back as you were met with a flashing white light as soon as you walked out.

“pierre!” you laughed, hitting his arm playfully. he’d grabbed your camera while you were in the shower, and thought it’d be a good idea to take a picture of your natural beauty when you least expected it.

“i’m sure it came out perfect, princess,” he teased you again with that damn nickname you thought he’d forgotten about.

“whatever. get out of my way, i need to do my makeup.” you pushed him aside, but he grabbed your arm, pulling you to him until you were chest to chest. “pierre,” you whispered, eyes flicking down to his lips.

“why are you looking at my lips?” he asked, and you could hear the smile in his voice as your gaze flew up to him.

“i wasn’t,” you blurted out.

“i think you were,” he leaned in closer, just a few centimeters more and your lips would touch his.

“you have something on your teeth,” you whispered, hoping he’d fall for it.

he didn’t.

“try again,” he smirked, and it was like a magnetic force was pulling you closer to him.

closer.

“your breath smells,”

“i just threw away the piece of gum i was chewing,” he retorted.

“fine. i was looking at your lips because i-”

pierre leaned closer, your breaths mixing together as your lips parted.

“i-” you started.

“i want to kiss you,” he interrupted, making you gasp. now your eyes were focused on his, so you tilted your head up. so close.

“what?” you breathed.

“i want to kiss you. badly. it’s like your lips are calling my name, they tempt me and pull me to them. can i kiss you?” he said.

you were completely breathless by that point, but your only thoughts were his lips. and how you wanted to taste them, to feel his lips on yours and own all the little sighs and moans and grunts that might come out of them.

you nodded, finally breathing. and you felt pierre’s hands on your waist as he tightened his grip.

“y-yes,” you whispered, lips parted in waiting. he smiled, a wide, beautiful, bright smile that was somehow different to the other smiles he’d granted you. “are you nervous?” you chuckled, closing your eyes and leaning forward, your forehead against his. noses rubbing against each other.

“of course i am. it’s our first kiss.”

“but we’re just friends,” you said, “friends shouldn’t kiss.”

“but i want to. do you?” he asked, and you nodded, more confidently this time. “okay,”

he leaned in again, his arms now completely engulfing your frame.

“anytime now,” you teased.

“shut up,” he chuckled, one of his hands, traveling up your side and cupping your face. “are you ready?”

“i’ve been ready for a while now. i want you,”

“(y/n)! i need you for something.” a knock on your door startled the both of you. you’d been so quiet, that the loud voice and knocking scared you, forcing you apart.

“don’t leave, no,” he nearly begged, hands holding onto you desperately.

“(y/n)! you and pierre can do the devil’s tango later, i need you right now!” at that point you didn’t know who was more desperate. the guy that made your heart beat, or the bride-to-be standing outside your room.

“fuck off!” pierre yelled, turning his head to the door. you chuckled, moving his head so he was facing you again. gently, you stood on your tiptoes, pressing your lips against his cheek, staying there for way longer than necessary. his lips parted, and you softly, lightly brushed your lips over his.

“maybe another time,” you said, placing a hand on his chest.

“you’ll have plenty of time to do that later. come on, i need you,” somehow, kate had managed to open the room door and grabbed your hand, leading you out of the room before you could even turn back.

“kate, i’m not even wearing a bra,” you told her as she led you through the halls of the magnificent villa you were at. she didn’t answer, just kept going until you reached a set of closed double doors.

“you won’t need one,” she smiled as she opened the doors, revealing a changing room.

“what’s this?” you asked.

“okay, i know this is kind of last minute, but we need someone to give a speech. normally i’d ask my mom but we don’t want to cry tonight, so… i thought, maybe, you’d like to do it?”

“a speech? about you two? or…?”

“yeah, about us, or about love in general, you know… my kind of jazz.”

“but… shouldn’t the maid of honor be in charge of the speech? you asked, that was how it had been at the previous weddings you’d attended to.

“exactly…” she smiled, your eyes widened, lips parting as a soft gasp left your lips.

kate hadn’t picked a maid of honor, wanting to avoid the drama of all the bridesmaids being jealous. you had been a little sad when she hadn’t asked you to be one, but it was her wedding and even if you were assigned the table next to the bathrooms, you’d be there to support her in every way you could.

“kate,” you whispered, watching her eyes get glossy as she smiled.

“you know me, always saving the best for last,” she chuckled, and you could feel your heart beating fast. you threw your arms around her, bringing her in for a tight hug. “is this a yes?” she asked as she embraced you.

“of course! i’ll be more than happy to. i just… i can’t believe this, i don’t-”

“hey, of course i was going to ask you! you were the only person i could trust with something like this. i knew this was going to be hard on you, seeing jess and nick together after they betrayed you like that, but i’ve never seen you this happy in such a long time. yours is such a great love story, and i’m happy to be able to witness it. i always noticed in your eye, when we were in college and jess used to gush over how cute she found pierre, you always had this look that said ‘yeah, but he doesn’t belong with her. he belongs with me.’ i can see the love you have for him.” she said, leaving you speechless.

“kate, i-” you were ready to confess, but a beep coming from her phone stopped you. she’d set up an alarm.

“shit, we only have one hour. can you tell me while we get ready? you can go grab your stuff and meet me here,” she said, and you nodded, still feeling a little shaken from her previous speech. you walked back to your bedroom, finding pierre buttoning up his shirt, he turned as he heard the door open.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he furrowed his eyebrows, hands dropping the fabric of his shirt, which was only half buttoned up. you forced your eyes away from his tanned skin. you’d seen him shirtless before, many times, but that was when you felt nothing but frustration toward him.

“kate just asked me to be her maid of honor,” you blurted out, eyes meeting him as he smiled.

“whoa! that’s great,” he walked closer to you, wrapping his arms around you. “isn’t it?” he asked, once he noticed you weren’t smiling.

“y-yeah, it’s just… i don’t- i’m supposed to give a speech tonight, and i don’t know what to say,” you decided to avoid mentioning the memory from your college years.

“you’ve just got to speak from the heart. talk about kate, her fiance and how you always knew they’d end up together. throw a few jokes here and there. you’ll be fine.” he placed a kiss on the side of your temple, you nodded, still feeling a little shaken.

“i- i have to go, kate and i are getting ready together, so,” you said, shaking your head as you tried to get yourself together. you walked to your suitcase and pulled out the dress you were going to wear that night, the color was the perfect golden shade and it brought out the tone of your eyes. “shit, where did i leave my-” you turned around, looking for your heels, you got down on your knees to search for them under the bed, “i swear i put them-” you couldn’t finish your sentences as you looked frantically around the room.

“hey,” pierre said, placing his hands on your shoulders. “they’re right there,” he pointed to the side, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“i’m so stressed all of a sudden, i don’t… fuck, i know it sounds so silly but i really don’t know what to say,” you looked up at him, and you felt him dropping your shoes on the bed, and guiding his hands to your hips.

“why don’t i help you? i’ll write some ideas and you can think of something while you get ready, and we can work on it together once you’re done,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. his shirt was done, sadly. but he had his undone tie around his neck, the color matched perfectly with your dress, and his hair, as he’d proudly pointed out.

“you’d do that?” you breathed, the familiar scent of his cologne still lingering on his skin.

“of course.” he smiled, “now,” he started, brushing the pad of his thumb over your forehead, “stop frowning, i want to see a smile on your face,” his hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing your lips, which made you grin involuntarily. “there we go,” he whispered. “go, we don’t want kate to turn into bridezilla,” he smiled and you laughed, feeling cold when his hands left your face.

“i’ll tell her you said that,” you threatened, grabbing your dress, shoes and makeup bag. he only laughed as he watched you walk away.

it was so curious, how pierre managed to make you feel better with just a touch of his hands, a couple of sweet words. you felt so lucky to have him by your side, and it didn’t matter that it was only temporary, you’d make the best out of the time you had left with him. you felt a pang in your chest as that thought ran through your head, but you quickly pushed it aside. you had a love speech to plan, you couldn’t think about anything sad.

getting ready with kate was fun, you had to stop her from crying and ruin the masterpiece you’d painted on her face about three times as you spoke about all the memories you’d shared through college and your adult years.

“and how did you know you were falling in love with him?” you asked, brushing her hair.

“it’s all about the little things,” she sighed, a small smile on her face. “how he’d walk me home every day after school, or let me copy his notes and assignments whenever i got sick and couldn’t go to school. how he’d listen to my rants and rambles, and never interrupted, only nodded and agreed, even when i was overreacting or making a big deal out of something, he always had this look in his eyes that told me he understood my point of view,” she continued. “but i bet you know it all about being in love, right? i can tell, you’ve fallen hard for the guy, haven’t you?” she smiled, and you froze, hairbrush in hand. “what? you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” kate placed a hand on yours.

“i’m sorry. i- i’ve been lying to you, all of you, this whole time.” you said.

“what do you mean?” kate furrowed her eyebrows.

“pierre and i… we- we’re not together. this was just a deal we made to help each other out.” you explained. it broke your heart to lie to your best friend, but it was now or never. you told her everything, doing her hair as you spoke. the more twisted the story got, the prettier and more intricate her hair was turning out. “and now we’re here… and just a few hours ago he asked me to spend the holidays with him, and he’s been so amazing this entire time. and i’m so afraid to be in love with him and pierre not feeling the same way.”

“but you’re in love with him?” she asked for confirmation.

“i think so, i don’t know, i’ve never been in love before.” you admitted.

“(y/n),” she stood up, grabbing your hands in hers. “there is no doubt that what pierre feels for you is more than just a friend’s love. trust me. you have nothing to worry about, plus, this is part of the process of falling in love, as well,” she smiled. you frowned, looking at her with a confused look on your face.

“how? how is this part of it? you’ve always said that love is good, and rewarding and beautiful, and right now i don’t feel any of that,”

“yes, all of that is true. but to get to that point, you have to go through the fear. the doubts and worries that you are the one thing invading his dreams, that whenever something happens, you’re the first person he wants to tell. that is love.”

-

the first half of the speech was easy, pierre helped you put into words the excitement you felt for kate. and you recited the words by heart, letting the emotions take the best of you as you recounted some of your shared experiences with her. it got a bit trickier when you moved on to talk about the engaged couple, since you were approaching the inevitable topic of love. you took a deep breath, letting the words out of you.

“i used to think that love was easy, that once you met the person you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with, things would just… roll into place. i’ve learned now that love is so much more than that. it’s fear, it’s longing, it’s desire… it’s anger,” you said, a small smile on your face as your eyes flew to pierre. “and it’s the unshakeable feeling that things are… right. once you know that your feelings are true, that what your heart demands and offers is love, there’s no turning back. i used to think that love was black and white, good days and bad days. then, i thought that love should be a burning shade of red. passionate, intense. a fierce feeling that left you breathless. but now,” your eyes scan across the room, you should be nervous at the thought of having so many sets of eyes on you, but you could only focus on a pair of bright blue ones, staring deeply at you.

“now i know that love is golden. like the first intake of breath after being underwater for a long time. like the first rays of sun shining at dawn. like this dress,” you chuckled, looking down at the delicate material covering your figure. “love is golden, like daylight,” you smiled, looking at kate and her fiance. “may the rest of your lives be golden, so full of light and warmth and happiness. it is a privilege and an honor to be here with you, to be a witness of a prime example of two people sealing their fate, joining their destinies together. we are in a city full of history about love, and whilst romeo and juliet’s story was a tragic one, i’m sure that tomorrow you two will leave your mark here as well, as the next chapter of a happy, long, remarkable love story begins.”

you still wanted to say something more, but kate cut you off as she jumped from her seat and wrapped her arms around you, her fiance following shortly after. the rest of the party bursted into applause and cheers as they both thanked you for your words. kate’s mom grabbed your arm, pulling you down a bit to kiss your cheek, and you smiled as you watched her teary eyes. your seat was being looked after by pierre, who, just like everything you’d just described, was looking golden.

“that was fantastic,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek as you smiled. his arm immediately went over the back of your seat whilst his free hand flew to your thigh. “who knew you were so good with words?” he chuckled, his nose brushing against your cheek.

“you inspire me,” you repeated the words he said back in rome, biting your lip as you watched the realization hit him. he responded by tightening his grip on your leg, pressing a kiss on the corner of your lips.

“i really want to kiss you right now,” he whispered, your breath hitched as your eyes flew up to his. you moved your head, parting your lips, inviting him in. “don’t tempt me,”

“and if i do? what are you going to do about it?” you leaned closer, a smirk on your face. his eyes narrowed as he leaned down, his forehead against yours. for a second, you thought that he was actually going to do it, that he’d finally press his lips against yours, that you’d finally get to know if his lips were as soft as they looked.

“you’ll know when the time comes.”

-

“pierre,” you whispered, “pierre,” you tried again. “are you asleep?”

“yes,” he answered, turning so he was laying on his side, facing you. “what’s wrong?” he asked, his arm sliding under the covers until his fingers were resting on your hip.

“you’re hogging the blankets,” you chuckled, feeling a light shiver on your back.

contrary to the other hotels you’d stayed at, this room in the villa only had one bed and two small chairs, not enough to lay down on. so, you’d agreed to share a bed. but if you’d known that pierre would move around so much in his sleep, taking the blankets with him, you would have gladly slept on the floor.

“oh, sorry,” he raised his arm, draping the covers over your figure. “still cold?” he asked, a small smile on his lips.

“a little,” you chuckled, snuggling against your pillow.

“come here,” the hand on your hip pulled you toward him.

“what?” your eyes widened as he laid down on his back.

“here,” he repeated, guiding one of your legs to rest between his, then moving your torso so you were laying on top of him. “body heat,” he smiled as he wrapped both arms around your waist.

“can i…” you started, eyes flicking down to his chest, “i mean, i-”

“it’s okay,” he smiled. “it’s time i return the favor… i’ll be your pillow for tonight,”

“we’ve come a long way since then,” you said as you finally rested your head on his skin.

“and i wouldn’t change it for anything,” he whispered after a few seconds, thinking you’d fallen asleep.

“me neither.” you mumbled, snuggling in the crook of his neck.

after a few minutes, with your eyes closed, you felt his breath evening, his chest -and by consequence, you- rising and falling every time he breathed.

“i think i love you,” you whispered, right before falling asleep.

-

watching the wedding ceremony with pierre by your side was a dream. seeing the exchange of vows between the couple made your heart flutter, and you could’ve sworn you felt pierre gripping your hand tighter when kate and her now-husband promised eternal love and a forever together. the party was beautiful, lit candles illuminating the room made the atmosphere a lot more romantic. the string quartet was playing soft love songs that you hummed under your breath, softly swaying side to side in your seat.

you couldn’t help but laugh once they started playing a song in particular.

“of course she did,” you rolled your eyes as you smiled, throwing your head back.

“what?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“love story… romeo and juliet… verona,” you raised an eyebrow, smiling as he connected the dots and nodded. you watched as he stood up and offered his hand.

“would you be my juliet?” he asked, a soft smile on his lips. you looked up at him, echoing his grin.

“just for tonight. and i want you to know that i’m not killing myself for you,” you laughed as he helped you up and led you to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the ballroom.

his blue eyes seemed to shine brighter under the candlelight, the dark blue of his tie accentuated the light tone of his eyes. of course, the color of his tie matched your dress, and it made yor heart skip a beat when he showed it to you.

“you’ll be the prince, and i’ll be the princess,” you sang softly, smiling at him. “it’s a love story, baby, just say-”

“yes,” he finished for you. you chuckled as you kept dancing, following the rhythm of the music. “ours is a pretty crazy love story,” pierre said after a few seconds of silence.

“huh?”

“i’ve been wanting to tell you something… for a while now,” his hands left your hips, lacing your fingers with his.

“what?” you frowned.

“come with me,” he said, guiding you out of the ballroom. for a december night, and contrary to the night before, the weather outside was nice. not extremely cold, just a light jacket and you’d be fine. you would be, if you had one. but with just the thin straps of your dress covering your shoulders, the cold sudden breeze made you shiver as you followed pierre to wherever he was leading you. “here,” he stopped walking, taking off his suit jacket and placing it over your shoulders.

“thanks,” you smiled. “i just got déjà vu,” you chuckled as he held your hand and kept walking. you felt something hitting your thigh as you moved, your free hand trailed down to the pocket, and you took it out. “why do you have my camera?” you asked.

“i’ve been taking pictures all day, all night. you left it in the room, and i know you wouldn’t want to forget any detail about today, so…” he shrugged his shoulders.

“thank you,” you smiled.

“here we are,” he said. you’d reached the other side of the villa, stone walls and a stone balcony with a perfect view of the state, the lights of the city on the horizon. you walked in and climbed the stairs, finding an open family room that led to the balcony.

“i’ve been…”

“wait,” you interrupted as you lifted the camera, taking a quick picture of pierre with the italian night sky behind him. “i can’t wait to see how it turned out,” you smiled, placing the camera back in the pocket. as you were dropping it, your fingers grazed something small, a bit hard. you pulled it out, recognizing the folded piece of paper you’d given him a couple of days ago. “did you-” your eyes flew to his.

“i haven’t read it, no,” he shook his head. “that’s… actually why i wanted to talk to you here. do you have my letter?” he asked.

“yeah, it’s in my phone case,” you held it up.

“okay, just…” he breathed, holding your hand.

“hey,” you whispered, raising a hand and cupping his cheek. “it’s okay, breathe.”

“i’ve been thinking a lot about… us,” he started. you nodded, encouraging him to keep going. “i’ve really been having such a great time with you these few months. i’ve loved the dates, the ones that the public knows about, and the ones that were just for us,” he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. “i’ve loved getting to know these places with you and experiencing them in a way that i never had before. i’ve loved watching the way your eyes widen and your smile grows bigger whenever you see something that catches your attention. i’ve loved learning what makes you happy, that you frown when you’re nervous and have to hold back tears when something exciting happens.”

you were breathless, fingers frozen on his skin.

“i don’t want to screw this up,” he chuckled, “i want you to read my letter,” he stated as he raised his hand, his fingers resting on top of yours as he slowly removed them from his face and instead handed you your phone, which you’d left on the railing of the balcony.

“are-are you sure?” you whispered.

“one hundred percent,” he smiled, pressing his lips against your temple. you nodded. you pulled down a corner of the phone case, gently taking out the folded letter.

you took a deep breath as you unfolded it. looking at him for permission one last time. once he nodded, you let your eyes read his words.

‘dear juliet,

life is a funny thing. never in my wildest dreams did i think i’d end up falling in love with my best friend’s best friend. that sounds weird. but for most of the time since i’ve known her, that’s what she was. i liked her from the moment we met, but thanks to my teenage stupidity, instead of getting her affection, i ended up getting the complete opposite. but still, it was better to have that small piece of her than to have nothing.

she’s so smart. and so beautiful, and kind, and… perfect. she’s someone that’s been hurt before, and it kills me that sometimes i contributed to her pain, but i’ve been hurt before as well. it messed with my head and made me feel like i could never be happy again. until we started fake dating.

oh, juliet, i’m sure you’re rolling your eyes at me right now. i’m sure you’re thinking ‘how can you two be so stupid as to play with something as serious and special as love?’ but it worked. maybe. probably.

since my girl and i have been doing this fake dating thing, i’ve learned so much about her. i’ve learned that when she gets nervous she always plays with her fingers, whether it’s tapping them against a surface, or playing with a loose string of her sweater. i’ve learned that she prefers tea over coffee, and that she likes to pour honey to make it sweet, although, half a sugar packet might also do the trick.

i’ve also fallen deeply in love with her. love is also a funny thing. there’s many different kinds of love, but this one is… like the one you and romeo have. unconditional, tender and true.

i love her and really wish she feels the same. and if she doesn’t, well… at least i got the memories of our time together. i love her, and nothing will ever change that. i love her, and only her. only my girl. my (y/n).

love,

pierre.’

small tears gathered on the corners of your eyes, you gulped, swallowing nothing as you gathered the courage to look up at pierre.

“you love me…” you whispered. he nodded instantly, confidently.

“i do. i love you. and i- i understand if you don’t. i know this was supposed to be just us helping each other out but… i couldn’t help but fall in love with-”

you did what you’d been waiting so long to do. you grabbed his face in your hands and softly pressed your lips against his. taking advantage of his surprised state to deepen the kiss, melting into it as you let your eyes flutter shut. his hands went to your hips, pulling you even closer, only to travel up and down your back after that. you shared your first kiss whilst standing on a balcony, on a december night, with the most romantic city in the world behind you.

romeo and juliet would be proud.

you leaned back, breathing deeply, and went in for another kiss that made your head spin.

“i love you too,”

-

“please say something,”

“what do you mean you’re moving!?”

“charles, it was bound to happen,” you tried to reason with him.

“not this soon! just yesterday you admitted your feelings for each other,” he was pacing back and forth in front of you and pierre. you were in charles’ apartment, breaking the news that after six months of (officially) dating, you were going to move to milan with pierre. let’s just say that charles wasn’t taking this as well as you’d expected.

“that was six months ago,” pierre gripped your hand.

“it’s the same thing!” charles yelled, and since one of his shoe laces had come undone, he slipped and fell on his back.

you helped him up and sat him on your previous spot.

“charles, i’m still going to be your best friend, we’ll see each other during the race weekends, not that much will change, really,” you spoke softly.

“you’ll be too far away from me,” he pouted.

“i’m just one call away, remember? like you’ve always been for me,” you sat down next to him.

“i’m sorry for overreacting,” he threw an arm around your shoulders as you slid one around his waist. “i’m happy for you two,” his other arm brought pierre closer.

“thanks, mon ami. and you can always stop by whenever you want to. our home is your home,” pierre smiled at you.

“great, i’ll pack my bag as well,” charles jumped up from the sofa and ran to his bedroom, leaving you and pierre stunned. “i’ll be right back!”

“if we move slowly we might be safe,” you said as you stood up slowly, wary of the creaking wooden floorboards beneath your feet. slowly, you both made your way to the entrance to the monegasque’s apartment.

“i feel bad about leaving him,”

“pierre, he won’t leave us alone. not even during night time.” you raised an eyebrow, hoping he’d understand what you were trying to say.

“run,” he said as he grabbed your hand and led you out into the hallway.

“hey! where are you going? come back!” charles called out, making you giggle at the whole siliness of it all.

“tybalt’s coming, you better run for your life, romeo!” you laughed as you and pierre reached the streets of monte carlo, being chased by an angry charles.

-

tags: @nikkitc0703 @skarlettmikaelson @fandomtravels @neonnorris @blueflame2778 @mysticalnightenthusiast @parkerbunny

[fatliberation]

I’m Abandoning Body Positivity and Here’s Why

In short: it’s fatphobic.

“A rallying cry for a shift in societal norms has now become the skinny girl’s reassurance that she isn’t really fat. Fatness, through this lens of ‘body positivity’, remains the worst thing a person can be.” (Kayleigh Donaldson)

•  •  •

I have always had a lot of conflicting opinions about the body positivity movement, but it’s much more widely known (and accepted, go figure) than the fat liberation movement, so I often used the two terms interchangeably in conversation about anti-fatness. But the longer I’ve been following the body positivity movement, the more I’ve realized how much it has strayed from its fat lib origins. It has been hijacked; deluded to center thin, able, white, socially acceptable bodies.

Bopo’s origins are undoubtedly grounded in fat liberation. The fat activists of the 1960s paved the way for the shred of size acceptance we see in media today, initially protesting the discrimination and lack of access to equal opportunities for fat people specifically. This early movement highlighted the abuse, mental health struggles, malpractice in the medical field, and called for equal pay, equal access, equal respect, an end to fatphobic structures and ideas. It saddens me that it hasn’t made much progress in those regards. 

Today, the #bopo movement encapsulates more the idea of loving your own body versus ensuring that individuals regardless of their weight and appearance are given equal opportunities in the workplace, schools, fashion and media. Somehow those demands never made it outside of the ‘taboo’ category, and privileged people would much more readily accept the warm and fuzzy, sugar-coated message of “love yourself!” But as @yrfatfriend once said, this idea reduces fat people’s struggles to a problem of mindset, rather than a product of external oppressors that need to be abolished in order for fat people to live freely.

That generalized statement, “love yourself,” is how a movement started by fat people for the rights of fat people was diluted so much, it now serves a thin model on Instagram posting about how she has a tummy roll and cellulite on her thighs - then getting praised for loving her body despite *gasp!* its minor resemblance to a fat body. 

Look. Pretty much everyone has insecurities about their bodies, especially those of us who belong to marginalized groups. If you don’t have body issues, you’re a privileged miracle, but our beauty-obsessed society has conditioned us to want to look a certain way, and if we have any features that the western beauty standard considers as “flaws,” yeah! We feel bad about it! So it’s not surprising that people who feel bad about themselves would want to hop on a movement that says ‘hey, you’re beautiful as you are!’ That’s a message everyone would like to hear. Any person who has once thought of themselves as less than beautiful now feels that this movement is theirs. And everyone has insecurities, so everyone feels entitled to the safe space. And when a space made for a minority includes the majority, the cycle happens again and the majority oppresses the minority. What I’m trying to explain here is that thin people now feel a sense of ownership over body positive spaces. 

Regardless of how badly thin people feel about their bodies, they still experience thin privilege. They can sit down in a theater or an airplane without even thinking about it, they can eat in front of others without judgement, they can go the doctor with a problem and actually have it fixed right away, they can find cute clothes in their size with ease, they do not suffer from assumptions of laziness/failure based on stereotype, they see their body type represented everywhere in media, the list goes on and on. They do not face discrimination based off of the size of their body. 

Yet diet culture and fatphobia affects everyone, and of course thin people do still feel bad about the little fat they have on their bodies. But the failure to examine WHY they feel bad about it, is what perpetuates fatphobia within the bopo movement. They’re labeled “brave” for showing a pinch of chub, yet fail to address what makes it so acceptably daring, and how damaging it is to people who are shamed for living in fat bodies. Much like the rest of society, thin body positivity is still driven by the fear of fat, and does nothing to dismantle fatphobia within structures or within themselves.

Evette Dionne sums it up perfectly in her article, “The Fragility of Body Positivity: How a Radical Movement Lost Its Way.”

“The body-positive media economy centers these affirming, empowering, let-me-pinch-a-fat-roll-to-show-how-much-I-love-myself stories while failing to actually challenge institutions to stop discriminating against fat people. More importantly, most of those stories center thin, white, cisgender, heterosexual women who have co-opted the movement to build their brands. Rutter has labeled this erasure ‘Socially Acceptable Body Positivity.’

“On social media, it actually gets worse for fat bodies: We’re not just being erased from body positivity, fat women are being actively vilified. Health has become the stick with which to beat fat people with [sic], and the benchmark for whether body positivity should include someone” (Dionne).

Ah, yes. The medicalization of fat bodies, and the moralization of health. I’ve ranted about this before. Countless comments on posts of big women that say stuff like “I’m all for body positivity, but this is just unhealthy and it shouldn’t be celebrated.” I’ve heard writer/activist Aubrey Gordon once say that body positivity has become something like a shield for anti-fatness. It’s anti-fatness that has been repackaged as empowerment. It’s a striking double-standard. Fat people are told to be comfortable in their bodies (as if that’s what’s going to fix things) but in turn are punished when they’re okay with being fat. Make it make sense.

Since thin people feel a sense of ownership over body positive spaces, and they get to hide behind “health” when they are picking and choosing who can and cannot be body positive, they base it off of who looks the most socially acceptable. And I’m sure they aren’t consciously picking and choosing, it comes from implicit bias. But the socially acceptable bodies they center are small to medium fat, with an hourglass shape. They have shaped a new beauty standard specifically FOR FAT PEOPLE. (Have you ever seen a plus sized model with neck fat?? I’m genuinely asking because I have yet to find one!) The bopo movement works to exclude and silence people who are on the largest end of the weight spectrum. 

Speaking of exclusion, let’s talk about fashion for a minute.

For some reason, (COUGH COUGH CAPITALISM) body positivity is largely centered around fashion. And surprise surprise, it’s still not inclusive to fat people. Fashion companies get a pat on the back for expanding their sizing two sizes up from what they previously offered, when they are still leaving out larger fat people completely. In general, clothing companies charge more for clothes with more fabric, so people who need the largest sizes are left high and dry. It’s next to impossible to find affordable clothes that also look nice. Fashion piggybacks on the bopo movement as a marketing tactic, and exploits the very bodies it claims to be serving. (Need I mention the time Urban Outfitters used a "curvy” model to sell a size it doesn’t even carry?)

The movement also works to exclude and silence fat Black activists.

In her article, “The Body Positivity Movement Both Takes From and Erases Fat Black Women” Donyae Coles explains how both white people and thin celebrities such as Jameela Jamil profit from the movement that Black women built.

“Since long before blogging was a thing, fat Black women have been vocal about body acceptance, with women like Sharon Quinn and Marie Denee, or the work of Sonya Renee Taylor with The Body Is Not An Apology. We’ve been out here, and we’re still here, but the overwhelming face of the movement is white and thin because the mainstream still craves it, and white and thin people have no problem with profiting off the work of fat, non-white bodies.”

“There is a persistent belief that when thin and/or white people enter the body positive realm and begin to repeat the messages that Black women have been saying for years in some cases, when they imitate the labor that Black women have already put in that we should be thankful that they are “boosting” our message. This completely ignores the fact that in doing so they are profiting off of that labor. They are gaining the notoriety, the mark of an expert in something they learned from an ignored Black woman” (Coles).

My next essay will go into detail about this and illuminate key figures who paved the way for body acceptance in communities of color. 

The true purpose of this movement has gotten completely lost. So where the fuck do we go from here? 

We break up with it, and run back to the faithful ex our parents disapproved of. We go back to the roots of the fat liberation movement, carved out for us by the fat feminists, the queer fat activists, the fat Black community, and the allies it began with. Everything they have preached since the 1960s and 70s is one hundred percent applicable today. We get educated. We examine diet culture through a capitalist lens. We tackle thin, white-supremacist systems and weight based discrimination, as well as internalized bias. We challenge our healthcare workers to unlearn their bias, treat, and support fat patients accordingly. We make our homes and spaces accessible and welcoming to people of any size, or any (dis)ability. “We must first protect and uplift people in marginalized bodies, only then can we mandate self-love” (Gordon).

Think about it. In the face of discrimination, mistreatment, and emotional abuse, we as a society are telling fat people to love their bodies, when we should be putting our energy toward removing those fatphobic ideas and structures so that fat people can live in a world that doesn’t require them to feel bad about their bodies. It’s like hitting someone with a rock and telling them not to bruise!

While learning to love and care for the body that you’re in is important, I think that body positivity also fails in teaching that because it puts even more emphasis on beauty. Instead of saying, “you don’t have to be ‘beautiful’ to be loved and appreciated,” its main lesson is that “all bodies are beautiful.” We live in a society obsessed with appearance, and it is irresponsible to ignore the hierarchy of beauty standards that exist in every space. Although it should be relative, “beautiful” has been given a meaning. And that meaning is thin, abled, symmetric, and eurocentric. 

Beauty and ugliness are irrelevant, made-up constructs. People will always be drawn to you no matter what, so you deserve to exist in your body without struggling to conform to an impossible and bigoted standard. Love and accept your body for YOURSELF AND NO ONE ELSE, because you do not exist to please the eyes of other people. That’s what I wish we were teaching instead. Radical self acceptance!

As of today, the ultimate message of the body positivity movement is: Love your body “despite its imperfections.” Or people with “perfect and imperfect bodies both deserve love.” As long as we are upholding the notion that there IS a perfect body that looks a certain way, and every body that falls outside of that category is imperfect, we are upholding white supremacy, eugenics, anti-fatness, and ableism.

[queerstudiesnatural]

i was tagged by frank @soupstiel thank you wormstie <3

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better.

name: rain

star sign: taurus

height: 5'4 / 1.64 m

time: 1:45 am

birthday: may 10th we had a party

favourite bands/artists: see the thing about me is that i don’t feel shame. taylor swift, louis tomlinson, 5sos, luke hemmings, hozier. glee cast.

last movie: dancing queens, it’s a swedish movie about a girl who introduces herself as a boy to be able to dance with a group of drag queens. the dancing wasn’t amazing but the gay people were. leave it to scandinavian movies to give you actually realistic queer characters (or like, characters in general tbh). 

last show: currently watching good witch, and i liked the gilmore girls vibes at first but now i’m halfway through and i’m kinda bored tbh. cassie is my ideal woman though. 

when did i create this blog: september 2021 but i’ve had my main for 10 years

what i post: here u go

last thing i googled: “rrr movie” because that’s what frank said he watched and i thought he was talking about the french movie by that name but his description of it didn’t match so i looked it up and apparently it’s a different movie. the french movie is called rrrrrrr. hilarious movie if you understand french. 

other blogs: my main is @ghost-roads and i have lots of old side-blogs for old hyperfixations that i don’t use anymore but haven’t deleted bc i’m a hoarder

do i get asks?: sometimes. not enough :( i wanna hear from u guys! 

following: 1010 apparently. that’s too many. in my defense i do have several blogs. but i might need to do a bit of a cleanse bc the dash has become A Lot

average hours of sleep: 6 which is soooo not enough for me

instruments: um. a lot. my main instrument is the viol (or viola da gamba) but i also play the recorder, guitar, piano, harpsichord, and then i can find my way around a cello, a double bass, most percussion instruments, and i just bought a violin so i’m gonna try to learn that next. oh and voice.

what im wearing: a floor length flowery dress hashtag summer

dream job: tbh, what i already do (music teacher) but like. less underpaid.

dream trip: not much of a traveller, but i would like to visit more european countries, but not by myself. i need a travel companion otherwise i won’t enjoy myself

nationality: no comment

favourite songs: that’s difficult because when i like an artist i’m usually obsessed with their entire discography and it’s hard to pick favourites. so here are some songs that are iconic to me personally, but that isn’t to say i don’t also like other songs just as much. would you come home by tyler blackburn. long live by taylor swift. the night we met by lord huron. starting line by luke hemmings. movement by hozier.

last book i’ve read: good thing i know no shame. new moon from the twilight saga, which i finished almost a year ago and had been reading for the past three years. yeah

top 3 fictional universes i’d like to live in: stars hollow from gilmore girls. middleton from good witch. and the shire from lotr. i realise those are places inside the universes in question but i mean if i were to live in those universes i’d have to pick a place and well i pick those places specifically. also yes i do just wanna live in a small town where everyone is friends and nothing bad happens.

i’m pretty sure that wasn’t 30 questions lol. i’m not gonna tag 20 people either so i guess fuck the rules. 

tagging the besties, sorry if you’re already been tagged, and of course there’s no pressure to actually do this <3

@sarcasmisalifechoice @roublardise @knifelesbianjo @girlbossdean @lesbianjoannaharvelle @charlie-bradbury @supersapphical @michaelcoded @dylfnatural @angelsdean @freakwiththeknifecollection

[suneatersupportsquad]

red handed; colby brock

request:  im not sure if you do requests or even any imagines for colby brock anymore but i was wondering if you cold make a exception, so basically the plot is that the reader met colby through kat and since then they hit it off, now their in a secretive relationship the only person who knows is kat but she only knows the reader has a crush on colby. one day everyones hanging out in the same room room and colby is sexting the reader, sams curious to whos hes texting and they find out their dating.

dedication: @whydontweanons​

genre: fluff, subtle smut?

pairing: colby brock x gn!reader

characters: colby brock, sam golbach, katrina stuart, corey scherer, jake webber, kevin langue, brennen taylor, devyn lundy, tara yummy

word count: 1.8k

warnings: alcohol, what would probably be underage drinking, NSFW (barely), sexting (duh), mentions of COVID-19, quarantine

a/n: of course i’ll still write for sam and colby!! it’s just that, since i’m not as active of a follower of them as i used to be, my goal is to write for fandoms that i’m more invested in at the moment. but, honestly, i don’t think i could ever really stop writing for them. i love those boys so much. also this plot made me laugh so hard when i saw it in the best way possible. getting this request honestly made my day, so thank you for that!! anyways, i’m a little rusty, but here we go.

important links: masterlist

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You and Colby had known each other for a long time - pretty much since he’d moved to LA with Sam - and you had been involved romantically just as long. You had met him and Sam through Kat on a boring Saturday night when all their friends flaked on coming to a little kickback they were hosting. Trying to be a good friend and cheer the boys up, Katrina had invited you to hopefully kickstart some emotional momentum. Your eyes met Colby’s for the first time and you clicked. Something in your gut had told you that the two of you would end up being close, and it was right. You had hit it off immediately, not taking very long to start laughing at one another’s corny jokes and telling stories over Smirnoff Ice while some random late night show played in the background. From that night on, it was history.

Since then, you two had been practically attached at the hip. If you weren’t sitting on the same room or facetiming, you were definitely texting one another. It became a running joke in your friend group that you two had evolved into a pair of siamese twins, or that being without you gave Colby separation anxiety. The two of you found it even more amusing when you actually began dating, not long after that fateful first night. It amazed the both of you that you were able to hide your relationship so well. No one had a clue. The two of you laughed about it quite often, actually, over late night phone calls and tipsy afternoons spent only with each other. No one knew, and nobody needed to know.

Colby, due to the internet and his fanbase being the way it is, preferred to keep his personal (and especially romantic) relationships more on the private side. His intent wasn’t necessarily to hide his feelings and relationship with you from his friends, but that particular topic of conversation never really came up in your friend group. Everyone had just kind of figured that everyone single would simply date someone when they were ready and tell everybody about it when they felt the time was appropriate. It wasn’t that Colby didn’t want to tell them, he just didn’t see the point in going out of his way to tell all of his friends hey after God knows how long I finally have a partner. He just didn’t want to make a big deal out of your relationship. Knowing his friends, they would definitely make it into some type of big thing, not to mention that Jake would dub the occasion as “cause for celebration” (which was really just an excuse to drink more). So Colby preferred to keep things on the quieter side for you two; neither of you wanted to make your relationship into an object for speculation.

Kat was the only person out of all of your friends to have any knowledge of your feelings for Colby. And thank God for her; if you didn’t have her to gush about Colby to, you probably would have either exploded or died. Or both. And she was there for every single second of it. She loved hearing about your movie nights, your urban exploring adventures, the sweet yet mundane things he would do to make you happy, literally anything. She ate that shit up like a man starved, and you did the same for her and Sam (regardless of the fact that their relationship was public already). You hadn’t told her explicitly about the nature of your relationship with Colby, really just gushed about your ever-growing love for the boy. Unbeknownst to you, she firmly believed that you only had feelings for Colby, clueless to the fact that the two of you had actually been dating for quite a while now. With her “go get ‘em, tiger” comments, along with similar remarks, you assumed that she had some sort of idea about your relationship with Cole, hence why you had never explicitly told her about your secret boyfriend. Kat, being the good friend that she was, never spilled your “secret” feelings to anyone else. Not even her boyfriend.

Eventually, quarantine started up amidst the international COVID-19 pandemic and you had begun practically living with the trap boys. A day without you in the house was enough to prompt concern for the boys, minus Colby who always knew the real reason why you weren’t coming over. This soon became the new normal, you taking a “day off” every few weeks to get tested just in case. At this point, it was almost comical that no one had figured out you two were dating yet.

One particular weekend afternoon, everyone in your friend group was hanging out at the house. You and Colby were sitting on opposite sides of the room, you next to Kat and Colby seated beside Sam. It was particularly warm today seeing as this Saturday landed smack in the middle of the infamous August heat wave, so you had thrown on a tank top and some shorts, nothing to flashy. Colby had dressed similarly, wearing only a muscle tee and a pair of trunks.

You were sat beside Kat, the both of you trying to listen to the story Devyn was telling. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t ignore the way your boyfriend was staring at you from across the room. You looked away from Dev for just a second to shoot him a glare when you realize exactly why he’s looking at you. The speed at which the blood rushes to your face is dizzying, and you drop your head to stare at your lap. Motherfucker- You sigh as you pull your phone out of your pocket. “Quit it with the blowjob eyes asshole,” you type before pressing the blue send button.

You feel his gaze break as his phone vibrates. Trying to ignore him, you refuse to meet his gaze again, putting all of your effort into focusing on Devyn’s story. Seconds later your phone vibrates in your pocket. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the screen reads, and you shake your head.

“Uh huh sure ok.” You pressed send again.

Another few seconds passed and your phone vibrated again. “That shirt looks really good on you.” 

You blushed as you read the message, flustered by the comment. Brows knitting together in confusion, you looked up to find him staring back at you with a dopey grin. You hunched over your phone and sent a message back. “You really think so?”

“Yeah, of course,” Colby replied, a gray typing bubble sitting under the message. “But you know how it would look cuter?”

You cocked your head to the side and typed out your response. “How?”

“On my bedroom floor.” You almost snorted at that, clamping a hand over your mouth to prevent any noise from escaping. Typical. Thankfully no one had been paying enough attention to you to notice that you were distracted.

Colby, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky. “Give me this, dude,” Sam said, snatching the phone out of Colby’s hand and effectively bringing the conversation on their side of the room to a halt. “You haven’t been listening for like the past 20 minutes, dude. Now let’s see what’s got you so distracted.”

“You don’t need to look at that, Sam, it’s not that important-” The tall brunette sounded slightly panicky as he reached and grappled with Sam for his phone. Sam played around for a little bit before finally reading the screen, eyes widening in amusement.

Upon finishing his reading, Sam lowered the phone and Colby relaxed, already knowing that he was caught. “So who’s ‘angelcakes,’ huh Colbert?” Sam prodded teasingly.

Colby blushed ever so slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re just a friend-”

“Which friend, huh?” Sam continued his teasing, growing louder and louder with every response until all eyes were on the two boys.

Colby shrugged, trying to be nonchalant but looking more stressed than ever in actuality. “Just a friend.”

“What do you say we call this friend, huh boys?” Sam suggested.

Kevin nodded, agreeing. “I think we definitely should.” Brennen also nodded when Sam looked to him for approval, essentially finalizing the decision.

“Okay then, let’s do this thing!” Sam yelled, earning cheers from all the other curious folks in the room. The blonde boy pressed call and Colby simply held his face in his hands.

You jumped when your phone rang, honestly having forgotten that oh shit, I’m angelcakes. Everyone turned to look at you curiously, Colby even peeking through his fingers. You didn’t even pick up the device, already knowing whose name would be lighting up the screen. “You gonna pick that up or something?” Corey asked awkwardly.

You shook your head, leaving your phone face down in its spot beside your thigh. “No, it’s probably not important anyways.”

A beat of heavy silence passed before Tara spoke. “Gee, they sure aren’t giving up. Maybe you should answer it.”

“Nah, I’m sure it’s just-”

“Yeah, you should answer the phone, Y/N,” Jake agreed, the pieces seeming to click in his head.

You sighed, burning bright red to the tips of your ears. “Okay okay, fine.” You stood and clicked the answer button. “Hello?”

And there it was, your voice echoing from Colby’s phone. The room erupted in cheers of disbelief, the boys pouncing on Colby and the girls slapping you in playful excitement. “I knew there was something going on between you two!! There’s no way there couldn’t have been -- I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Kat squealed, smushing you in a hug.

The rest of the girls echoed the sentiment, a chorus of ‘same’s and ‘I can’t believe you’s. It took a while for everyone to calm down but, once everyone settled, you and Cole managed to get some alone time. The two of you escaped out back, the less than mediocre breeze cooling the sweat that slicked your skin. You held each other, almost as though you were about to start slow dancing. “Damn, caught red handed, huh?”

You laughed breathily, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. “It was only a matter of time, ya know?”

“I know,” he agreed, cheek pressing against your hair. “I’m glad we don’t have to be weird around them anymore.”

“Me too,” you hummed.

Colby pulled away a little bit, just enough for him to look you in the eyes, your arms still around his neck. “Hey.”

You giggled, confused. “Hey.”

“I love you.”

You smiled your confirmation, eyes twinkling under the cheap backyard lights. “I love you.”

.x

[astranva]

Power BFFs.

// masterlist //

Word Count: 2.1k

Category: Fluff best friend!harry, best friend!reader

Warning: None!

Summary: In which Harry’s best friend is a hijabi blogger and they’re everyone’s bffs’ goals.

Bonus: Instagram posts!

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For as long as you lived, you have always been into fashion. You were the kid who chose to wear pink with orange long before Taylor Swift’s dress was the new cool, always one whom family went to for advice when it came to putting outfits together.

Hell, if someone could pay you for the times your mom was on the phone with your aunt or a friend and you heard her tell them “Y/N can help you with putting the clothes together! She studies fashion. Yeah, not a doctor but she’s doing a good job” you would be a billionaire.

You remember how shocked your parents were when you told them that you wanted to switch majors. How could they not when you told them that you decided to leave med school for fashion?

But you wouldn’t have taken the step if it weren’t for your longtime best friend – Harry.

You and Harry have been best friends for as long as you could remember, having had been your friend long before you even wore the hijab and you remember when you were 16 after deciding to wear it, having sat him down one day and explained to him what it meant.

He has always been supportive of you, and you, of him. You lost count of how many times you had helped him with his wardrobe choices, and every time he was more thankful that he had someone who was daring with fashion and saw it as he did; a form of expression.

You had a good relationship with his fans long before you decided to enter the fashion blogging world, and maybe fans liked you more because of how carefree and natural you were and how innocent and supportive your friendship with Harry looked. Hell, he talked about you whenever he mentioned his family and if that said anything, it would be that he saw you a Styles, a sister.

It was always fun whenever you styled Harry for an appearance, only so the both of you could sit back and watch their tweets and comments, always freaking out and gushing over how good he looked because of your fashion choices, adding memes along the way.

“How does that look?” You asked him, holding a dress on a hanger of you, looking down at the vibrant green color.

Harry, with 3 shopping bags in his hands and his eyeglasses on, shifted his weight on one leg before bringing his finger to his chin and he looked at the dress. “Think it makes your skin look a little dull, not pop.”

“You think so?” You mumbled as you moved to a mirror, nodding, “You’re right. God, I hate green.”

He chuckled, “No you don’t.”

“Olive green is nice, when we’re talking about trousers and skirts but tops and dresses? No, thanks. Looks good on you though, you lucky bastard.”

“Watch out, you’re looking a little green now, love.” Harry teased, a dimpled smile on his face.

“Oh, shut up, I’m not jealous of you.” You scoffed jokingly, fixing your headscarf to avoid looking at him, “Maybe a little.” You added, laughing quietly as Harry laughed.

“I think they have a beige one, hold on.” Harry’s eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he looked around before walking towards a rack, searching through the colors of dresses for the one color he knew his best friend loved. “Ha!” Harry smiled in triumph as he reached the color, getting your size before holding it out for you.

You sighed in relief, “You are an angel. Sometimes.”

Harry rolled his eyes at you with a chuckle, handing you the dress before you both agreed to pay and head somewhere to have dessert for a treat.

You smiled at the cashier, watching as her eyes widened as she looked from Harry to you. “How are you?” You asked politely.

“Oh my God. Y-You’re-“ She looked at you before looking at Harry who smiled at her, too, “And you’re-“

“And you’re Sasha. Hi, Sasha.” You giggled, reading her name from her tag, “You know this goof?” You joked, pointing at Harry, “Was following me everywhere here,” you cupped a hand around your mouth, though still speaking at a tone louder than a whisper, “Think he’s a bit of a creep.”

“Hey!” Harry whined but laughed, “Don’t listen to her, love. She’s only doing that because I look better in green.”

It wasn’t unusual for you and Harry to tease each other, and it wasn’t new either that you did it in front of people. Perhaps it’s why people enjoyed being around the both of you together.

“You’re both adorable,” the girl laughed, finally calming from her moment, “I’m a huge fan of the both of you. And Y/N, congratulations on your new collaboration with Tommy Hilfiger. I think it’s amazing that you’re helping in representing more people in the industry.”

Your mischievous expression changed to a softer one, your hand going to your heart as your eyes twinkled.

“Right? Bloody talented that one is.” Harry smiled proudly as he glanced down at you, “Making history as she goes.”

“Aw, stop it, you two. I’m going to cry.” You cooed, “Thank you, Sasha. This means the world to me. Think this made my entire week.”

“It’s no problem,” she beamed, “I wouldn’t let you pay if I owned the store but…” she frowned.

“Hey, no. It’s your right. We all have bills to pay and as much as it would be nice, favors don’t really pay the rent.” You smiled with a shrug, handing her the money.

“Okay, true.” Sasha agreed, packing your dress before handing you the bag. “It was amazing meeting the both of you.”

“You think it’s okay if we get a picture together?” You asked before looking at Harry, “Can you take a picture of us?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Oh my God,” Sasha fanned herself before letting out a deep breath, shakily handing Harry her phone, “This is the best day I have ever lived in since I started working here.”

You giggled at that, watching her move from behind the cashier before she reached you. The both of you stood beside each other, you wrapping both arms around her as you smiled, her beaming as Harry took the picture – he took 3, just in case the girl didn’t like one of them – before you reached your hand out.

“Here, let me take your picture.” You said, taking the phone from Harry before exchanging places so you can snap a picture of him and the girl together.

As if to tease you, Harry made the same pose as yours, causing you to roll your eyes before you jokingly told him to “be original” to which he wrapped one arm around Sasha while the other was close to his face as he threw a peace sign – a classic Harry pose.

After hugging Sasha goodbye, you and Harry were on your way to his car to go somewhere else to have dessert and maybe spill the latest tea like you always did.

“I’m not so sure about working with them,” You said after taking a sip from your smoothie, resting your chin on your hand as you talked about a brand that had reached you for a collab, “Think they want it so they can look cool, you know? They don’t really care about the message or the representation of hijabi women and I just don’t want to get treated like the next cool trend and hey! Bonus for having a rockstar best friend. It’s ridiculous.”

Harry’s arms were crossed on the table, face showing concentration as he listened intently and nodded in understatement. “I get it. Sorry about that, love,” he sighed, “Wish I can do something about it. Feel helpless when I can’t seem to find any solution to offer.”

“Harry,” you rolled your eyes, “You’ve done enough for people. Besides, you’re growing and learning. This is the best solution.”

“Yeah?” He asked reluctantly, “Just sucks whenever I find the shit they write to you online. Don’t know how you do it.”

“What? Getting told that I’m oppressed even though it was my choice and the racist comments?” You chuckled a little, “Got bothered by it enough already. Just sick of justifying my choices. It’s like,” you thought before your eyebrows went up before pointing at him, “It’s like people with you and how you dress. The mean comments about your choices and the head-scratching comments about why you wear nail polish.”

“Took me long enough to feel comfortable in my skin.” Harry admitted, sighing with a shake of his head, “Wish people would just let people be.”

You shrugged, “Mean people are everywhere, it’s mostly about not letting yourself be one now. I actually feel like we’re at a time when people are unlearning most shit they blindly followed by older generations, the racism, the sexism, the double standards. This is generation is just,” you smiled, “It’s phenomenal, don’t you think?”

Harry joined in, giving you a smile and a nod, “It is. I’m where I am because of all these young people. Music legends are legends and are basically worshipped because of all the young women of their days. Sometimes I can’t even wrap my head around how societies belittle these people so much.”

“Right? They care more about shaping them than helping them unleash all this potential. It’s why they’re so angry sometimes, but so driven. Like, they had enough of silence and are now taking matters in their own hands.” You said, “But to be honest, it’s can be kind of sad sometimes.”

“How so?” Harry asked, sipping his smoothie.

“Like now you have people as young as 13 doing what world leaders should be doing. Really young people trying to teach older people why sexism is wrong and how they can help the Black Lives Matter movement and why they should. They shouldn’t be defending rights and protesting and dying, they should be worrying about their moms not cutting the crust off of their toasts or maybe some high school crushes. But it has to be done, you know? And if world leaders are staying silent, somebody needs to change that even if they’re only 13 for the love of God.”

That was the thing about yours and Harry’s friendship. While you both bickered like children all the time, you also always had heart-to-heart conversations that you couldn’t have with anyone and everyone. It was always comforting.

There were times when you didn’t agree with each other but it was never embarrassing or immature, you’d both state your point of views and find common grounds. It was never about winning an argument because you never could call it an “argument”, just a talk.

“How’s the tour rescheduling going?” You asked, the both of you drifting to another conversation.

//

harrystyles: Proud of you. Always.

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fan0 CRYING

fan1 power bffs don’t @ me

fan2 are they dating? pls say yes

↳ fan3 when will people stop ruining friendships with shit like that?

yourinstagram are u sick?

↳ fan4 me when my family is nice to me

↳ fan5 me when my friends invite me to places

↳ harrystyles …

yourinstagram you know it all, H. you’re the best best friend anyone could ever wish for. cool photographer too. ❤❤❤

↳ fan7 HE TOOK THAT PICTURE HE’S SO TALENTED

↳ fan8 Hélène Pambrun who? We only know ✨Harry Styles✨

↳ yourinstagram don’t do my girl Hélène dirty like that

annetwist Looking beautiful! 😘

↳ fan8 I love this friendship sm

↳ yourinstagram says you! miss you loads xx

yourinstagram: harry out here looking like mr. pringles on a sour cream & onion can and i love it

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fan0 HAHAH DEAD

fan1 ADHQWJDIEFIGHEFH HONTENT

fan2 y/n taking the piss at harry is my favorite thing

fan3 10 years of y/n giving us the hontent we need and deserve

↳ yourinstagram happy to provide

user aren’t muslims not allowed to drink wine?? why is harry holding one and why are YOU taking a picture of it? Lol

↳ fan4 leave her alone

↳ fan5 you know she’s free to do anything she wants, right?

↳ yourinstagram this is the amazing chef Massimo Bottura’s dark cherry balsamic vinegar but go off

↳ fan6 ENDED

fan7 This friendship makes me sleep better at night

harrystyles Is this because I look good in green?

↳ fan8 AJDGFKJWOI SHOW OFF

↳ fan9 I love them so much

↳ yourinstagram i dislike you sometimes

↳ fan10 ^ me because harry won’t release studio versions of medicine and anna

↳ harrystyles Love you, too.

 yourinstagram: silky

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fan0 LOOKS LIKE HARRY’S OUTFIT FROM TOUR IN NETHERLANDS

fan1 imagine looking like that

fan2 this is an au where harry is a hijabi woman

[harrystyles liked this comment.]

↳ fan3 OH MY GOD HE LIKED

↳ fan4 he: confirmed

harrystyles A look.

↳ fan5 I want to thank the queen y/n for teaching harry online lingo

[connordavidscamera]

Living, Learning, and Filming Ch. 9 | Connor Brashier

a/n: this hurt me so bad.

Summary: maybe he’s making a (b)rash decision.

Warnings: angst, just a little

Word Count: 1.6k

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Week 8

“Hey, Bri. That offer to go out still stands?”

He sits from his position on bed and looks at me standing in his doorway. He doesn’t ask why; he knows something’s wrong and he has for a few days now, I know he’s not stupid. “Yeah, tonight?”

I nod, “I need to get out.”

“Give me twenty minutes. Do you want to invite anyone? Sam? Shawn?”

“No,” I say too aggressively. I shake my head, “No,” I say again. “Sorry. You get ready, I’ll be in my room.”

Brian nods, “Okay.”

I leave down the hall and disappear back into my room where I’ve been holed up basically since Shawn told me he and y/n were going on a date. Which means she and I haven’t filmed at all this week. Which is going to make it hard for us to turn in a weekly checkpoint, but I don’t care right now. I know I should, but I don’t because I know if I’m getting the failing grade then she is too. We’re both suffering and that brings me some comfort - even if I know it shouldn’t. 

I’m staring at her name in my phone, still the same, never changing: Wifey ;P

Maybe I should change it though. She’s not my girl; that fact is painfully clear now. But when I go to change it to y/n instead, it looks wrong. Anything besides what I already have her as is wrong and I know it. So I leave it and go back to my computer where I have some of the videos that didn’t make the cut for any of our other check-ins. The first one to pop up is of her sitting on her bed, reading dramatically to me with big hand gestures and a possible English accent? I’m not quite sure what she was going for. I can’t help but laugh a little as I watch her and relive the moment. 

She was all over the place that day and it was fun to watch, too fun. I got so much footage, but I promised I wouldn’t put it in the film. But watching them back, I can’t see why I shouldn’t. These are the moments that need to be in it because these are the moments that I could feel myself falling in love with her. That’s what the whole project is about, us falling in love, and these are the moments where I actually caught myself doing so.

I don’t realize what I’m doing or what time it is until Brian comes into the room, dressed and telling me the Uber is here. I blink because I don’t think I have in a few minutes and that’s when I see just how much I’ve cut together. I don’t bother watching it back, that’s for a later time. So I save what I’ve done and close my laptop. 

“Ready?” Brian asks, clapping my shoulders.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

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“So what made you change your mind?” Brian asks, handing me a beer while we lean against the bar, scanning the crowded place.

“Just needed to get out.”

“You never just go out for the hell of it.”

“Sure I do.”

“No, not usually. You usually have a reason. What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Is it y/n?”

“Brian.”

“Connor.”

I sigh and take a big swig of my beer. “She’s on a date with Shawn tonight.”

He coughs, setting his bottle down, “She’s what?”

“Shawn asked her out.”

“What? That’s against bro code. Why would he do that?”

“Fuck if I know. But he did and she said yes and they’re on a date right now.”

“Hence the going out.”

“Yep.”

I see him nod out of the corner of my eye and he takes the bottle from my hand. 

“Hey,” I object.

“You need something stronger than this.” he waves the bartender over. 

“What can I get you, handsome?” she asks him. 

“Scotch neat, two please.”

“You got it, sweetheart.”

“Scotch?” I ask him. 

“Trust me, you’ll need it.” He looks around again, “So, we’re getting you laid, eh?”

“What?” I stare at my red-haired friend next to me. 

“There’s a blonde over there. She has a friend too. What do you think?”

“Brian, I don’t think -”

“You’re right. You’re too sober. You need a couple more drinks in your system.”

“No, that’s not it.” 

“Here’s your scotch, sweetheart.”

Brian smiles widely at the bartender, whose name tag says Taylor. “Thank you, love.”

“Yeah, I don’t think you’re trying to take home the blonde or her friend,” I mutter, taking the drink from him.

He shrugs, “Well, you’re taking one of them home, so get your drink and let’s go.”

I don’t want to. I know I don’t want to and I know that doing this is wrong. And I know that it’s just one date. And I know that I’m in love with y/n. And -

“Hi, I’m Connor. Can I buy you a drink?”

She giggles. Y/n doesn’t giggle, not like that. I think I need another drink.

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She’s kissing my neck, grinding against me, leaving lipstick stains on my jaw. I know I should be enjoying it, but I hate it. I hate every second of it. And I hate that I’m not pushing her away. Her nimble fingers unbutton my shirt a little more and I don’t stop her. I kiss her a little, trying to get myself to like this, to enjoy it. She moans, but it’s loud, not near as soft and intimate as y/n’s. She’s putting on a show, and she’s not y/n. She’s not y/n and I absolutely fucking hate it.

The knock on the front door saves me from letting this go any further and I’m grateful. “Give me a minute, yeah?”

She hums, kissing my mostly bare chest. “Hurry.”

I don’t bother trying to make myself presentable before I open the door, but I wish I had because this definitely is not what I should have looked like for her. 

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

She comes in, not paying much attention to my appearance and I’m glad but now she’s inside and she’s bound to notice at some point. “Okay, so I’m going to say something and this is really hard for me to do and I don’t even know if I should do this, but if I don’t do it now, then I probably won’t do it ever.”

“Honey, what are you talking about?”

“You’re still in love with me, right?” she asks, and that’s when she looks up. I notice the fire in her eyes and then I notice it slowly fades as she takes in my appearance. “Oh.”

“No, no. y/n. Look at me, look at my eyes. Talk to me.” I take her face in my hands, forcing her to look me in the eyes. She doesn’t say anything, only searches my features. “What’s wrong?” Her thumb comes up to my jaw and she wipes at the lipstick that I know is now staining her finger. I deflate. “It’s not what you think.”

She removes my hands from her face, taking the rest of me in. “I shouldn’t have come.”

“No! No, please don’t. Stay. We can talk about this.”

She shakes her head, “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Connor, you coming back?”

My heart breaks when y/n’s shoulders sag. “You’re busy. I’ll just… see you later so we can work on the project.”

“No, y/n. Please, stay.” I put myself between her and the door.

“For what, Connor? Because no offense, but I don’t really want to get to know your date.”

“She’s not my date,” I say and realize that makes it even worse.

“Right. Well, for future reference, that shade of pink isn’t your color.”

“Baby,” I reach for her hands, but she shrugs me away.

“Don’t call me that. Just let me go.”

“I can’t. Not until you tell me why you’re here.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. That’s…” she looks over at the girl in my doorway and then back to me with a sad smile, “That’s painfully obvious.”

“Don’t leave, please. Just let me explain.” I beg when she opens the door.

“There’s nothing to explain. I was an idiot to come here in the first place.” 

“No, you weren’t,” I protest, following her down the hall to the elevator. 

“Connor, just go back to her, please. I’ll talk to you tomorrow or something.”

“No you won’t. You and I both know that. Why’d you come?”

“I went on a date with Shawn,” she says, finally turning back to me.

My stomach turns. “I know.”

“It didn’t go well.”

Immediately I feel myself growing angry. “What happened? Did he try something with you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. He and I just didn’t work together romantically.”

I let out a deep breath. “Okay. That’s good. I mean, I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you, but -”

“I came to tell you that I was in love with you, Connor.”

“You what?”

She scoffs, “Go back inside, Con. This was a mistake.”

“Y/n. No, stop. You’re in love with me?”

“Yes! I am utterly and completely in love with you. But-”

“No, no buts.”

“But you have a girl in your room. And she’s asking for your attention. You should go give that to her.”

“But I don’t want to! I’m with the girl I want to give my attention to.”

She shakes her head, “I can’t be here right now. Okay? I can’t be around you.”

“But-”

“I’ll see you in class.”

“Wait!” I beg just as the door to the elevator opens - yeah perfect timing. 

“I guess we both lost, huh?” She gives me a tight lipped smile and the door closes on us. 

I run my hands angrily through my hair and slide down the wall, resting my head on my knees. Our project was supposed to be about love. I don’t think either of us knew that we’d experience heartbreak too. 

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[robertsbarbie]

hi eris! can't say i have much love for aou or civil war but i'm glad they make you happy. barbie is a really good answer, honestly it feels so perfect that i can't believe they haven't already done something like that lol. also little mermaid!!!! that would be so fun. also thank u for reminding me of the dreamworks holiday specials, i should say that reminds me that one of my favorite pieces of holiday media is gift of the night fury. also since you brought it up: i should start mining for info to make ur present at the end of the month, so if u have any starstruck thoughts that you haven't had a chance to share please share them below (or any other disney channel media!!! neither of us should be limiting ourselves here) also side note: since i've now been paying close attention to your blog, i've noticed you talking about sooo many shared interests but i can't comment because i don't want to give myself away :( maybe on christmas lol

oh sorry i misspoke, civil war is one of my least favorite movies of all time i just think civil war is good tony stark characterization and aou is good steve rogers and characterization but everything else makes me lose faith in cinematic storytelling 💔

i don’t know why but i think about those dreamworks shorts all the time 😭 they’re so cute and dumb and like a greta way to blend media

oof such a loaded question i always have too many thoughts on, well, everything but especially starstruck i guess because it’d take too long otherwise i’ll tell you some powerpoint night ideas i’ve had but have too much ✨ social anxiety ✨ to follow through on:

All The Little Details In Starstruck That Drive Me Hashtag Insane: i know i’ve said this before but i’m such a details person that i think no matter how small those extra details in movies and tv shows are they really make the whole thing better and starstruck has so many! my favorite being the photographer at the beach that took photos of crying jessica leaving the phone booth and christopher looking at her but like he pauses and you realize while he may have told people about it he never sold the pictures! the first pictures of jessica released to the public is like a week later and it’s of her leaving her grandmother’s so it’s just!! idk the little things and i really could talk about them all night (i also want to one day follow through on my tiktok threat)

Have You Ever Seen Taylor Swift and Christopher Wilde in the Same Place at Once?: i don’t know who justin bieber is christopher wilde/ starstruck is actually based solely around the toxic media and building hype surrounding taylor swift, especially the unrealistic annoying romance aspect

Troy Bolton: Disney Channel’s Most Well Developed Character of All Time (also a brief examination of songs portraying his inner most thoughts which is why they’re ‘always’ singing): okay basically the title but yeah i have so many thoughts on him as a character and the way music is used throughout the story not as a storytelling method (like many musicals) but more as a coping or thought process method like in crazy ex-girlfriend

Bunk’d But It’s Actually Good: while i think bunkd is a grade a dumpster fire i do have ideas to make it actually funny (this is just a throw away one solely for the memes)

Why I Should Legally Be Allowed to Punch Christopher Wilde in the Face: it’s one slide and it’s just a screen cap of the ‘I don’t know anyone named jessica olson’ interview

Is Descendants a Good Commentary or Am I Just Bisexual: the answer is both but also neither

and these are just names i’ve come up with:

“Who Would I Legally Be Obligated to Cyberbully if Starstruck 2 Was Released”, “Starstruck Is The Worst Movie I’ve Ever Seen”, “The Anti-Himbos of Disney Channel”, “Would Alex Russo Survive In Modern Media: A Commentary on Flawed Characters”, “Why Ben from Descendants is the Love of my Life”, ect

also if it makes you feel better i have no time to critically think about who has me so i would love to talk about things we have in common 👀 (i don’t have a lot of opportunities to actually DISCUSS the things i like so i’d probably be too excited to over analyze it)

(p.s. sorry for the essay alakalsjksjsjdjd)

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Requests (5/23/2021)

Hi lovelies! I’ve been getting so many requests & I’m working hard to get all of them in the queue. Thanks for sending them my way! I’m writing to let you know that the queue is now full until the end of June. I was able to get every requests from my May 8th post in there except for a few. Requests from May 8th for captions featuring Katy Perry, Jenna Fischer, Marisol Nichols, Addison Rae, Ariana Grande, Erin Kellyman, Taylor Swift, Billie Eilish, Jhene Aiko, & Kirstin Maldonado will be posted in early July.

But there have been an absolute ton of requests since then too, yay! So I’m listing all the requests that I haven’t gotten to below. If you made a request but don’t see it below that might be for a few reasons. 1) I’ve written it already and it will be posted in June. 2) It’s one of the requests I posted on May 8th so I won’t talk about it here. 3) I considered it a demand not a request (for example, I received two that said “Anything with,” that wasn’t really a request just telling me to do it. Sorry if this bothers some of you but it is an issue with me so make sure you word your requests AS requests). Either way, thanks for the love, lovelies! :D

Anonymous said:

Could you do one with either Kelley O’hara or Alex Morgan from the USWNT about a guy soccer player watching the US win the world cup and then want to be them or something like that?

I actually know who both those are (shockingly enough, I don’t really follow sports) so sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could you do lorengrey captions? She’s so hot

Sorry sweetie, don’t know who that is. :(

Anonymous said:

Hi I just had an idea for a game you could do. It could be where someone has to say as a boy what they’re like physically in stages. So first stage is hair color for example, second stage could be height, third stage could be body type, etc. An example would be if I was a black hair, short height, thick body type, I would match up with someone like Nicki Minaj. Just an idea which you could extend on. Hopefully it makes sense. I appreciate you!

I actually have a game like this mapped out called “Build a Sissy” where you choose age, hair color, and bra size, but it would take a LOT of work to make so I haven’t written it yet. Maybe some day though. :)

Anonymous said:

I would love to see a Tori Kelly caption. Her hair and body are not typical but beautiful for a white girl. I say that last sentence respectfully. I think having a caption with her would be great

Sure thing! Tori Kelly is a cutie. :)

Anonymous said:

Ok I'm not sure if u'll know these 2 cuz even I had to look them up for the names but anne dudek and maitland ward theyre the 2 blonde sisters from white chicks not sure if uve seen it but if u can could u make a caption for them please?

I DO know who they are! I’ve been thinking about doing a White Chicks caps because there’s a lot of cute looks in that movie (especially for Busy Phillips who I just love) so sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could u do Yvette nicole brown from community? Id like to see some big girl love

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

I already know that this request is probably gonna be a No but I still have to ask whats the ruling on GCI enhanced celebrities like Taylor swift from Cats?  Or is that too much like "Furry" stuff. Now I'm Feeling this will be a No for multiple reasons

So it is not an issue with CGI “enhanced” celebrities but for Cats it is because I do not have a Furry fetish and I get uncomfortable thinking about writing caps for it. But I write caps with “manips” all the time (photoshopped images of celebs) so I’m not ruling out CGI enhanced celebs all together.

Anonymous said:

Can you do one of Lindsey stirling? And for the story can it be a guy trying to learn Violin but he cant seem to focus he even tried hot female teachers but it didnt work then he gets a male teacher than he starts focusing and wanting to please the teacher he becomes a sissy sorry its a long request

Sounds fun, sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Hi big fan and I think you’ve been doing amazing work. Is there anyway you could do a story about a guy who loses a bet to sorority girl and is forced to get his nails painted and turned into a girl? I love the idea of having a boys nails painted against his will. I’d love one with Selena Gomez but if you think another celeb would be better I leave that cumpletely to you.

Totally! This sounds fun. :D

Anonymous said:

Can you do thelma and Louise?

I’m assuming you mean Geena Davis & Susan Sarandon from Thelma & Louise so yes. Yes I can. :)

Anonymous said:

Can you do a caption from the movie bridesmaids? Like when theyre all trying on dressess or something?

I haven’t seen Bridesmaids (I know I know) but I can try something. :)

Anonymous said:

it would be super cool if you could do some more games! They’re my fav

Glad you like them! As long as I’m not on hiatus, games will be posted every second Saturday. I’ve already got two set for June. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey huge fan of your recent work and super excited about new caps!! Do you think you could do one about a college guy who drops out in pursuit of being a stand up comedian, but the comedy club needs a female comic so they turn him into a girl? I was thinking maybe Nikki Glaser, she so funny and sexy. Thanks can’t wait to see all your new stuff!!

Oooo, Nikki Glaser is great. Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Can you make a caption about a guy who makes fun of curvy and thicc women, where the women get their revenge and turn the guy into Nia Jax?

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Hi Me again on the topic of the assembly line worker caption sequel if you do it i just an idea for the story like before depicting the sissies "first time"  but you can have it be that the coworker doesnt know and is telling everyone about the chick he slept with last night and the sissy is just thinking "if only they knew"idk i thought it was good anyways thank u again

So this message is in reference to a sequel caption that was requested & that I did write and will be posted in June. I’m sharing it here to let the anon know that I wrote the cap BEFORE I got this second request so there will be a followup but the story will be different. I hope that’s ok.

Anonymous said:

Hi idk if u watch wrestling or not I see u have some captions of wwe womens wrestlers but im not sure have far ur knowledge of it is? Could u do a caption of Rhea Ripley if u know her?

I have never seen a single episode of WWE, I do not watch wrestling, and yet somehow every time someone requests a wrestler I know who she is. Don’t ask me how because I do not know. Anyways, yeah I can do a Rhea Ripley one. :)

Anonymous said:

Could you do a caption about a janitor for sissy co. That finds out the strange goings on at work and tries to blow the whistle on the whole operation but is caught and turned into a sissy maid for the sissy co. Corporate office abit specific I know but ive been thinking on that awhile however u do it will be perfect thanks

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Could you do katheryn Hahn from wandavision specifically the 80s look with the Big hair and aerobics outfit

Oooo, sounds nice. I’ll type that up for sure. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi big fan of your caps!! Do you think you could do a cap where a football player wants to go to the NFL but gets hurt, so they turn him into a female commentator, maybe Lauren Rutledge? If you don’t know her, she’s been a college football reporter for awhile and was also a former Miss Florida. Anyways I just think any guy would be lucky to be turned into her and I love your caps keep up the great work!!

Me: *googles Lauren Rutledge to see if it’s who I’m thinking of* How do I know who this is? Anyways, yes I can write this. :)

...for some reason there are no GIFs of her though so I’m just gonna move on.

Anonymous said:

Hi I'm the one that requested the LONG list of celebs I'm still really sorry about that I didnt realize how many it actually was till I looked back so I wanna retract some for your sake tell ya what if you havent done any already just do the ones that are specifically marked (as in the ones detailed by movie or show theyre in) the ones that are just names you can leave out i knoe its still alot but hopefully that takes some weight off of ya sorry again

You don’t have to be sorry! Like I said, in the future I’d ask that folks limit requests to no more than 3 celebs at a time but you didn’t know that. I’d never said that before. I typed up every celebrity and they’re going to be sprinkled in during June. Hope you like them! :)

Anonymous said:

Hello ^^ I love your work. Can u make a caption with the name "jules" and Ariana Grande please? Thank you

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Hey, not really an ask, but something I needed to share

I'm the one that asked for the Stephanie Beatriz caption from a whole back, and I absolutely loved how it turned out. Each time you roll out a new caption is like a small thrill to me and I read them right as they're released.

Now this wouldn't be an ask if I wasn't asking something, right? Well, next month sees the release of the "In the Heights" movie, and there's an opportunity there to do a series of captions using stephanie Beatriz from that same movie.

In conclusion, I love your captions so much, you're amazing!

Awww, this is such a sweet message. Thank you! And YAAASSSSS! Ever since the first trailer for In the Heights dropped I was like, “I must write a caption with her in this!” So you can imagine how fun it’s been waiting this entire time. *eye twitches*. We’ll have to wait until the movie comes out for me to be sure I can find a good image but this IS a caption I want to write. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi I just recently came across your blog and fell in love with it!! The caption with the football player being turned into Bella Thorne is one of my favorites!! I’d love so much if you could do a sequel or something to that cap it was so amazing and I need to know what else happens to “her”. I’m not sure if this is possible or if you even do sequels but this cap was great and I look forward to all the others!!!

Glad you like it! I’m always looking for sequel captions to write on Throwback Thursday so you’ll get this for sure. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey big fan! Do you think you could do a caption where a short guy gets made fun of by all his girl friends for how short he is? Ariana Grande is fairly short and I think a caption of her (of age of course) would be awesome

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Can you do one with the bella twins as two guys who fought over the same girl then the girl turns them both into look alikes of her but then they start fighting over the same guy

Yep!

Anonymous said:

Do you know suzy berhow? Or angie Griffin? If so would love a caption of either of them please

Sorry sweetie, I don’t know who those are. :(

Anonymous said:

Would appreciate more Sia captions please when u get the chance

I will remember that. :)

Anonymous said:

Can make some Winnie Harlow caption please? I adore her style

Sorry lovely, I don’t know who that is. :(

Anonymous said:

How about instead of removing the captions with Demi in them ,the images of Demi were just replaced with another celeb and if Demi is mentioned by name in the caption then that could be edited  to mention a different celeb. I respect Demi's decision I do but lets not lose some well made captions. Also if you could please make a caption where Amy Adams feminises a fan and raises them as her daughter and Kristen Stewart makes you her submissive wife that would be appreciated. I'm a fan of them.

So about the Demi Lovato captions: I understand your feelings but I’m still going to delete the original captions. Because of how my captions are made I can’t just go back in & swap out an image or edit the text, I have to remake it from the ground up. I am hoping to do that with some (maybe all) of the Demi Lovato captions & re-publish them, but I’m still going to delete the originals.

I can do the Kristen Stewart one for sure and I’ll TRY to do the Amy Adams one I just am not 100% sure I can find a pic for that but we’ll see. :)

Anonymous said:

If it’s possible before your summer hiatus could you do a caption with Amanda Crew (silicon valley, sex drive)?

I will do one with Amanda Crew but I can’t commit to doing it before the hiatus.

About the hiatus: I don’t know when it’s going to be. I want to TRY to make it to at least July 18th because I have a specific game in mind I want to post for 5 years of Celebrity TG Captions games, but after that I have no idea. I’ve been writing caps for a longer stretch of time since normal since I’ve switched to a part-time blog so I might burn out at any second but for right now I’ve still got some juice.

[kaylorfails]

Yes, Karlies Kloss is married.

I normally don’t do debunks but the outright lies being spread and about about Karlie Kloss’s marraige to Josh Kushner are annoying, so here we go.

On July 24 2018, People announces that Karlie and Josh got engaged X . This wasn’t a surprise to those of us not kaylors, it was quite obvious, but before the announcement all was well in kaylorland on July 23rd:

This surprised and angered a lot of kaylors whose reactions went from “they’re stigmatising lesbianism” (X), “this is horrible news” (X), “she’s going to jail” (X), “they’ll never get married” (X) (X). “it’s part of the fucking story” (X), “giving you the truth is not my call to make” (X), to “publicity stunt” (X) 

While kaylors were bemoaning her lack of ring, Karlie showed it off (X), posted insta stories about her friends and family reacting to the news just to rub it in further (X). Congrats from the sisters-in-law (X) (X), parents-in-law (X), Toni Garrn (X).

That was just the antipasto, now onto the main dish. I’ll be using “you” in this. This is a debunk directed at kaylors, so never mind that.

On Otcober 18 2018, Karlie Kloss got married to Josh Kushner and prior to that, she made a spotify playlist with her wedding date.

“She isn’t Jewish and didn’t converted” She is and she did. Apart from the fact that a British Vogue video in 2015 showed “meeting a Rabbi” in her notebook, shes’s spoken about it in Vogue in 2018, on WWHL, and recently with Naomi Campbell. Her conversion has also been discussed on various Jewish publications (X) (X). Any further insistence she didn’t convert is antisemitic. There’s only so much ignorance can excuse.

“A thursday wedding is weird” It would be if they were WASP or Catholic. Even then, I’d still call it unusual at best. But they’re Orthodox Jews. Shabbat, a weekly 25-hour observance from just before sundown each Friday through the completion of nightfall on Saturday, would make the usual saturday wedding not possible. For a Jewish couple, thursday is a good day to get married. I could understand thinking thursday is a weird day if you’re not Jewish, but insisting it is after being informed about it, is offensive.

For your information, ttb, a blog run a white, straight, definitely not Jewish woman and followed by many non jewish kaylors, is telling you about Judaism.

I don’t get the “photoshoot” argument. The kaylor fandom is literally build on a Vogue photoshoot actually used for promo (X). It was also a blatant ripoff of Poppy Delevigne and Alexa Chung’s bestfriend shoot (X) (X).

“The wedding was a photoshoot” You know those beautiful wedding pictures you might have seen on facebook or instagram? They were taken by professional photographers. Not by a ghost or potatoes, professional photographers. Yes, you can gasp.

And they are hired to do their job and do it beautifully. I don’t know what kaylors real life wedding experiences are, but there’s this thing called pre-wedding shoots people like doing at their weddings. Yes, it’s a weird world we live in. These pictures end up in a strange thing called wedding book, which will be shown to friends and family, future babies and grandbabies, and unsuspecting guests. Or burned if the marriage ends in a divorce.

Professional videographers are also hired to film the whole thing. From the bride waking up, to her getting her makeup done, her friends being silly, to her leaving her wedding reception. The world is wild.

On the wedding day, the pictures were posted on Hongbo Li’s instagram:

A friend of hers demanded it to be taken down (Karlie follows this friend on IG):

Who is HongBo Li? A comment on a ttb post gave us the answer:

And he’s also mentioned in this Vogue writeup about haute couture. As you can see, he isn’t some random kaylor voraciously living through strangers. he’s actually worked on various celebrities wedding dresses. Karlie didn’t put on a local store wedding dress, she actually had one Dior designed for her. That lucky bitch! I mean oppressed lucky bitch!

Onto the photographer. Her wedding pictures were taken by Heather Hazzan, A NY based photographer and very good and successful at her job:

Again, Karlie didn’t get a random photographer for her wedding, she got the best.The only thing this is proving is that being rich and famous gets you access. And not ony is she rich, she also married an obscenely rich man. The picture of the oppressed.

“There was nothing showing a wedding was going on” Now, that’s a lie. Should Karlie have released a full movie showing every detail? For why? You’d still call her wedding fake:

JK robes and hotdog stands (The guy is Kristine’s boyfriend):

More (X) Go through this tag you lazy bags! I’m tired.

Karlie getting prepared for her wedding (X) (X) (X). An expression you might have while your sister is being forced to fake a wedding:

“None of her friends were there” While I’m sure there’ve been many guestless weddings and they’re just as valid as the populated ones, this doesn’t seem to be one of those.

A childhood friend who didn’t get the memo about this being a stunt:

Toni Garrn, a kaylors appointed ex gf, posted this a whole year after the wedding:

David Geffen showing you’ve been sold a bridge about this being fake:

Ashley Graham speaking about being a guest at the wedding.

“She doesn’t look happy” Uhm, if you say so. Here’s Karlie being an unhappy and miserable being on her wedding day and here she looks devastedly sad looking at her wedding dress.

“There was no wedding reception” As Katy Perry would: “Time, the ultimate truth teller” Here’s the video Karlie posted on her 2nd anniversary showing there was indeed a wedding reception.

A pre-wedded Karlie with Josh and his parents.

Everything pointed to this being a real wedding and not a woods photoshoot you’ve been told it is. I’ve yet to see the magazine spread this shoot was supposedly made for and It’s been 2 years already.

So yeah, Karlie Kloss is married. She’s married and pregnant. Move the fuck on.

If you’re sure of your stuff, come to me with something that isn’t a version of this:

If you’re a kaylor trying to get out of the cult, go through this Joshlie timeline to purify your soul.

But if you’re a firm believer that Karlie is pregnant with Austin Swift’s sperm and she’ll raise the baby with Taylor Swift, there’s no hope for you and you’re disgusting.

That’s it for the October wedding!

[augstlandrys]

Hey Lizzie! (I think that’s your name, if I remember correctly…)

I like you. A lot. Your blog is one of the ones where I feel intimidated and giddy when I see you in my notes, and just feel honoured you follow me. BUT I don’t know much about you!!! So, without further ado;

What’s your URL from? Top 5 Red tracks? Favourite show? Favourite movie? Favourite book/book series? (Also, do you watch k-dramas? I’ve seen a few posts on your blog and I’m wanting to get into them! Any you’d suggest?)

lindsay. LINDSAY !!! i haven't been active on tumblr lately but seeing this just made my heart swell thank you so much for sending this ask.

my url is from one last stop by casey mcquiston !! august landry because she's one of my favorite bisexuals on the planet <3

top five red tracks. i assume you're talking about taylors version ? you are evil for this (im kidding i love you). in no particular order: all too well (10 min version) because obviously. nothing new ft. phoebe because i literally cried my eyes out when i first heard it and i like pain !!! message in a bottle because its a bop. but also the lucky one and holy ground because they are SO underrated i will die on this hill.

i have so many favorites shows and movies it's hard to keep track but a few of my favorites shows are sex education, outer banks, stranger things, and brooklyn 99. those are just shows that everytime i watch i just feel so like. happy ?? idk its weird.

for movies !! definitely rom coms like set it up (new favorite), no strings attached, love simon, the half of it which broke my heart in a million pieces and 10 things i hate about you.

i have ranted about six of crows for the past two years to like everyone who knows me irl. if i've seen your face, you know i have a deep rooted obsession with the books. it's honestly kind of hard to describe my love for it ?? i just think that the entire concept and everything about it is just so smart and well thought of. like from the characters names and backstories to the title it's just so genius. (i want to elaborate so bad but this is already so fucking long oh my god)

ok so heres the thing. i was really adamant to not really get into k dramas because i heard a lot of people saying that the fanbase could get really toxic but oh my god. crash landing on you ???? absolutely soul crushing. world destroying. i could not recommend this show enough it is hands down one of the most beautiful, well written, funny shows to ever exist. the romance was 10/10, the plot was 10/10 and just. yeah. my hands are literally flailing around as i type this i just love it so much. if you watch it PLEASE let me know what you think like document the entire process with a whole ass theme song and everything id probably die

im hugging you and feeding you a muffin right now it means the world that you took time to send this in and ask these questions <3

[the-writing-mobster]

So, you said that “You’re What I Want” will be following the political conflicts between Monsters and Humans (which I cannot WAIT to see), but I was wondering how you would show this? Of course, racism (speciesism???) is a heavy topic to cover, especially in writing, and is shown in different ways. Expecting that the humans won’t take the freedom of monsters so lightly, what type of Monster racism can the readers expect to see in YWIW?

(Also, love your writing and characters! Can’t wait to see more of your beautiful content!💖)

Thank you for the ask! And great question!

⟨⟨I want to make it clear that if this is the only interaction someone has with topics such as; Racism, Anti-Blackness, Xenophobia and anti-Semitism then I would encourage them to get more involved.

I'm happy to offer some form of insight, but I would also urge and encourage one to watch media made for and by POC and not just starting and stopping at fanfiction. I'll leave some good recs in the tags⟩⟩

When it comes to the monsters, the heaviest amount of discrimination they would face would be on the basis they are considered "demons." Their biggest prosecutors would be Evangelical Christian Fundamentalists. (Lol who ISN'T victimized by evangelicals?)

I pull a lot of inspiration off of right wing conspiracy theories about The New World Order and how Christian evangelicals would react specifically to "Demons" (not good)

Here's an example of the type of discrimination monsters would face;

Fetishization (shit like "I heard monsters have "ruts"/Big dicks/are really rough in bed/freaky/I want to fuck a monster girl..." shit like that. They would be treated like a Sexuality and not, ya know, sentient beings capable of thought and feeling... It would be awful 😥)

A LOT of "The end times are here" and "this is the democratic baby eater pedophile elites last step in their plan for world domination! Letting hell loose on us! Just lettin Satan walk amongst us, brothur!"

Literal dehumanization for not being... Humans... There would be a lot of legal problems trying to get paperwork done. Legitimizing monster identities, their money, integration.

Interspecies/racial relationships would be demonized (no pun intended) and fetishized.

NIMBYism

White Flight 2: Electric Boogaloo

Think Alex Jones and Marjorie Taylor Greene.... Yeah. YEAH, now you know what I'm talking about.

Keep in mind, New World Order conspiracy theories are inherently anti-Semitic and I'm not about to erase that. In fact, knowing the behavior of right wing political pundits, they would undoubtedly rope in other minorities such as Jewish people as a way to blame them for the demons on the surface.

Also, hmmm, do any of these sound familiar? If so, it's because White Supremacists have the same fears and reactions to everything.

⟨⟨Again, I want to reiterate that these kinds of discrimination already happen irl to MULTIPLE GROUPS but esp Black Americans and I would hope that a fanfiction isn't the thing opening peoples' eyes to this; but if that's the way some people learn, then I'd want to do it as well as possible, and I'll do my best to provide resources as well. This is not a light topic to be used for entertainment value, ya know?⟩⟩

Who would be the first to accept them in a real world situation?

The queer community would def be one of the first to accept them ESP the Black Queer Community, simply because it was that community [black queer individuals] which opened the doors for pretty much all civil rights PERIOD.

Don't get me wrong, there would be some backlash from human marginalized communities, as a way to distance themselves, but ultimately, the reintroduction of magic into society could be used as a great tool to protect vulnerable people and the communities would learn to hopefully accept, empathize and fight with the demons. It's the true anarchists understanding that MY LIBERATION is dependant on YOUR LIBERATION, and is the drive to work together.

This fic would explore magical solutions that are based in real world solutions (as in, all the solutions are stuff we, humans could do in real life, it's just being portrayed in a magical way with mythical creatures) For example, mutual aid, building community, housing the homeless, and so much more.

There is an emphasis on Intersectionality. After all, you can't spell community without unity.

That being said, that won't really be tackled until the second part, as the first part is dealing with Crime Syndicates.

These are all extremely heavy topics to tackle, but I do want to explore the real world consequences of the world Toby Fox created and in my humble opinion, left unfinished.

If I have any Black, Jewish, Latin and/or Asian American readers, I would love for you to reach out through PM and possibly beta for this fic, because when handling these topics it is imperative to have sensitivity readers.

ALSO if you're a POC content creator, feel free to hop on and promote your own fanfics, art and writing, I'd be more than happy to give you all a space and promote your art. As far as I'm concerned, this blog is safe space for this fandom.

[florenceandthemachine]

The last meet-cute I asked you for was so good and I saw this prompt on someone else’s blog so if it sparks anything: “We’re both hiding in the garden furniture section of IKEA”

do you ever see a prompt and just have a full fucking fic pop into your head? just me? ok. 

here’s some fluffy-trope-y-nonsense! also saw you just had lasik sorry if reading this unedited nonsense makes you go blind again xoxo

When it came to IKEA, Eddie was typically a messy person. Normally, he relied on one of two things if he needed to stay focused; a thorough, detailed list, or Christopher, who had absolutely no patience for Eddie wandering through a literal warehouse of crap, designing for a home he didn’t buy.

Which was rough, considering his current mission—buy some new furniture for Chris’s room for his birthday. Which meant he had no list, no sense of direction, and no Christopher to keep him on track. That would normally spell a recipe for a distracted disaster—but he was so focused, so determined to get this right, that he was confident in his shopping abilities for once. He had to be, he only had two hours until Carla brought Chris home, and two hours wasn’t enough for an IKEA visit on a normal day. So he had to be focused.

He’s so focused, in fact, that as he passes by the Poäng’s and the Fjällbo’s, he almost doesn’t notice the man in the plants.

And no, that isn’t something that he can clarify. 

There is a man. In. The plants. 

What?

He tries to walk away, but the image of a tallish, blondish, beefyish, honestly pretty cuteish if Eddie is being honest, fully grown adult hiding in the plastic bamboo is a bit too much for him to ignore.

“You know, those plants are fake. If you’re trying to check the soil, they’re definitely not gonna need water any time soon.”

He tries not to laugh as Plant Man immediately stumbles, nearly knocking over a Smycka, a Fejka, and a whole case of hanging planters as he turns around. It’s cute. Kinda sad, but cute.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, I kind of figured. I mean, they’re realistic looking, but definitely fake. No, I’m—I’m hiding.”

Hiding? This was an IKEA, a place where you could get lost without even trying. 

“You’re hiding.”

“Yeah. My ex is here.”

Oooooohh. That, Eddie could understand. 

It was easy enough to spot who he thought was the culprit, if the harrowed look on her face and half empty yellow bag was anything to go by. 

“Shorter, redhead, kind of sloppy smokey eye, looks like she would stab someone with a high heel?”

Plant Guy laughed, but the sound didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, that’s Taylor.”

Eddie pretended to be engrossed in his phone as he looked over to the stranger again, tilting his head to the side. 

“Well, I’ll tell you what. If you agree to help me load what I buy into my truck, and get me a plate of meatballs before we leave—the full size plate, by the way, I’m not settling for less than ten meatballs—I’ll help you get rid of her for good. I’m Eddie, by the way.”

“I’m Buck.” Plant guy—Buck—looked like Eddie had just handed him a goose that laid golden eggs. “For good? No, way. You can really do that?”

“I can.” Eddie said seriously, extending a hand to Buck. “But you have to trust me. My methods may be extreme, but I can almost guarantee results.”

A bit dramatic, maybe, but he still found himself smiling as Buck easily took his hand, taking a moment to savor the warmth. A sharp tug was all he needed to pull Buck up and out of the plants, making a sort of yelping noise, stumbling over a row of Boysenbär pots as Eddie put a hand on his hip, helping him steady. 

The effect was instantaneous—while the noise wasn’t loud, it was just enough to draw the attention of anyone who happened to be searching through the warehouse already. 

Eddie could feel the redhead’s eyes laser lock onto him as he steadied Buck’s hips, his opposite hand coming to cup Buck’s cheek. 

“Sweetheart, you okay?” He plastered what he hoped was a look of concern on his face as Buck turned bright red, something that thankfully could be attributed to his stumbling, and not the fact that a near stranger was calling him ‘sweetheart’. He was mercifully quick on the uptake, at least, a smile blooming over his face as he chuckled, ducking his head, pressing into Eddie’s hand a bit more, and oh, wow, that was fucking adorable.

“Yeah, I’m good, sorry, I just… thanks, baby.”

Eddie chuckled as he dropped the hand from Buck’s face, the hand on his hip lacing with Buck’s instead, tugging him along. “C’mon, I want to look at a new lamp for the living room. We need something brighter, and as much as your smile lights up a room, I’m tired of stubbing my toe in the morning.” Eddie said, pulling that story directly out of his ass, hoping that he was selling the ‘teasing boyfriend’ aspect as he pulled Buck along.

It was purely coincidence that the route to the lighting section of the warehouse was only a row away from the redhead that was currently glaring daggers into Eddie’s back. 

Once they turned the corner, Eddie let his hand slide out of Buck’s easily, the air a little cooler than he was expecting after being so close to someone so hot something so warm. 

“Holy shit, that was amazing.” Buck blurted out, looking at Eddie like he hung the moon, and yeah, Eddie could admit, he preened a little under the admiring gaze.

“There you go. You’ve just earned yourself a harassment free shopping experience.” Eddie said proudly, winking as he took a few steps back, snatching up a yellow bag and tossing it over his shoulder easily. Buck still looked a little flustered, and honestly, it was cuter than anything Eddie could have hoped for—but the tick of his watch brought him back to his mission. “Hey, I hate to scare off an ex and run, but I gotta make some quick choices, so...”

“Oh! Oh, uh, for sure. Thanks again, Eddie.”

“No problem. Good luck, Buck.” Eddie winked for good measure as he turned around, feeling warmth pool in his stomach. He hadn’t had that much fun flirting since before he was married, and while he worried occasionally that he lost his touch, the blush on Buck’s face begged to differ.

--

Eddie was making good time. He had narrowed it down to two potential presents—it was either a Vitval bunkbed / loft, complete with a desk and a physical-therapist-approved ladder, and Eddie knew that Chris had been dying for a bunkbed for forever, but... on the other hand, there was the Phal workspace, with plenty of drawers, shelves, and surfaces for Chris to completely drown with his pictures, Legos, arts and crafts. 

He had been stuck between the two—literally, standing between both display models—when he felt a hand slide into his own, blinking in surprise, a low voice in his ear before he could turn. 

“Sorry, uh, she followed me out of textiles. I’m so sorry, this is super weird, I just can’t shake her off, and—”

“Phal or Vitval?” Eddie asked, cutting him off, raising a brow as Buck just blinked.

“Uh, gesundheit?”

“Very funny.” Eddie said, squeezing Buck’s hand, tilting his head between the two. “I’ve been stuck here for like twenty minutes, and you’ve been no help, leaving me just so you could get your...” A quick peek into Buck’s bag told him everything he needed to know. “...artwork and lightbulbs. Which should we go with? Phal or Vitval?”

Buck blanched at that and Eddie let himself chuckle, shaking his head as Buck groaned. “Come on, Eddie, you know I’m no good at making decisions. I don’t even remember which toothpaste I like, I rely on you for things like that.” he said, and Eddie had to admit, he was impressed with the little tidbits of information Buck was throwing into their faux-relationship so easily. If this Taylor chick was still in earshot, Eddie would have bet that she was just plain pissed by now.

“I know, I know. You really are hopeless, aren’t you?” Eddie said with an exaggerated sigh, bringing their linked hands up to his cheek, pressing Buck’s knuckles against the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t intimate enough to be a kiss, not really, but to the casual bystander it would have looked like a simple show of affection, kissing his boyfriends knuckles in the middle of an IKEA. 

As he pulled the hand back, he did a quick scan around them—no redheads in sight. “I think your coast is clear—is she still hanging around?”

Snapping himself out of what looked like a trance, Buck blushed again—Eddie could get really used to that—and looked around, shaking his head. “No, I think she’s gone, um. Thanks again. And sorry. Again.” he said, their hands falling free again. Buck was the one to retreat this time, pointing a thumb over his shoulder. “I should, uh, probably go back and grab the dish set I had to ditch, but If you want my opinion, you should definitely go with the Flem.”

“Buck,” Eddie started, trying and failing to keep the smile off of his face and the laughter out of his voice as Buck turned away. “That was not an option!”

“Sorry, can’t hear you! Go with the Flem!”

--

In the end, Eddie had wound up buying both—Chris was turning ten, damn it, Eddie was allowed to treat him—and finished up ahead of schedule, swinging by the restaurant to make sure he had everything before he started the trek out to the parking garage. He was double checking his receipt when a tray clunked down across from him, two plates of meatballs sliding his way as his brows rose up into his hairline. 

Buck sat down shortly after, looking incredibly too apologetic as he handed Eddie a fork. “Sorry, she kind of followed me away from the register, and I saw you here, and... I did promise you meatballs, right?” he offered, and Eddie actually laughed, resting his head in his hand as he took the fork Buck offered, raising a meatball to Buck’s lips to help keep up posterity—and immediately stealing one from Buck’s plate for himself afterward. “So, Buck. What do you do when you’re not hiding in fake bamboo?”

It was incredibly easy to talk to Buck, Eddie found, dangerously easy. They had a fair amount in common, turned out—both had older sisters, Buck with one while Eddie had three, both spent a good amount of time at the gym when they weren’t at home, and Buck had spent some time with the SEALs while Eddie was in the Army.

They even worked together, in a sense—Buck was a firefighter with the 118 while Eddie was a paramedic with Station 6.

“...though I promise, I did not come to IKEA to enlist the help of a handsome paramedic in avoiding an ex girlfriend that literally might be Satan in disguise. I just needed some art to cover a drill hole in my wall before my landlord kills me.”

Eddie almost swallowed his fork, feeling a certain thrill build up inside of him—Buck was flirting. Flirting with Eddie! Eddie hadn’t been flirted with in an age and a half, but as much as he wanted it to continue, he knew that it would be unfair for him to let it continue without addressing the childs-bunk-bed-sized elephant in the room. “Well, much as I hate to admit it, I didn’t come to IKEA today to help a firefighter run away from Satan either. I’m here today buying some furniture for my kid. It’s his birthday next week.”

Eddie squared his jaw, watching Buck process the information, ready for the easy let down. “You have a son?”

Here it comes. Oh, well it was nice meeting you. Oh, well thanks again. Oh, enjoy your day, Oh—

“Do, um. Do you have pictures of him? I love kids.”

... oh. 

Any hesitation Eddie might have felt melted way as he brought his phone back up, easily scrolling through endless pictures of Chris, paying painful attention to the way Buck’s eyes grew wider than his smile.

Oh, no. 

Buck wasn’t just hot, he was cute.

--

Eddie had to admit; after Buck helped him load the furniture into the bed of his truck, true to his word, and Eddie had scribbled his number out on Buck’s hand with a hot pink marker (the hazards of sharing a vehicle with a kid), he wasn’t sure what he should be expecting. What he definitely wasn’t expecting was a message to be waiting on his phone as soon as he started his truck.

Unknown Number, 11:01 AM: so maybe i have a confession to make

Sent, 11:03 AM: Maybe?

Eddie couldn’t deny the spike of curiosity he felt with that, taking a moment to save Buck’s number in his phone as the three dots appeared again.

Buck, 11:05 AM: yes, maybe. taylor maybe actually left when you pulled me out of the plants

i didn’t see her again for the rest of the day

i was just kind of... being self indulgent after that

wow this sounds way creepier than i thought i am so sorry

Literally laughing out loud in his car, Eddie let himself reread the message twice, a smile growing on his face as he typed out a response.

Sent, 11:09 AM: Tell you what. You help me build these monstrosities, maybe bring over a beer, maybe let me kiss you goodnight, and I promise I won’t hold your awkward flirting against you.

He felt another thrill race through his stomach as he sent the message, putting his truck in gear, not trusting himself to look down as his phone buzzed again until he was safely at a stop light.

Buck, 11:11 AM: it’s a date :) :) :) :)