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sleepyjuice · 4 months ago

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toxic!rafe will blow your phone up the second you post something on instagram that he’s ‘iffy’ about.

you posted a photo dump which consisted of some random photos of the beach, some of your friends, one of you and rafe of course, but the one that had rafe seeing red was the last slide, which was you in a bikini. he texted you several times at first, and while you were literally typing your response, he called you. your fingers were typing so fast to respond to him that you accidentally declined the call, and he did not like that. you immediately went to call him back, but another text from rafe rolled in, saying ‘fuck you don’t talk to me we’re done’ you sighed loudly, knowing damn well he was talking out of his ass right now, so you sat back and waited for the inevitable next string of texts to roll in. which they did, only seconds later.

rafe <3: do you get off on making me mad or something

rafe <3: like i’m racking my brain trying to understand why you do the things you do and that’s all i can come up with

rafe <3: and i see at least 4 guys have already liked your post like that’s crazy to me?? thought i told you to block all the guys that followed you?? of course you didn’t

rafe <3: also who even took that pic of you??? bc i know damn well it wasn’t me so who the fuck you posing for with your fucking ass and tits out? WHAT THE FUCK

rafe <3: DO NOT PUT YOUR SHIT ON DO NOT DISTURB answer me rn.

rafe <3: nah it’s cool actually i’m gonna go hit up my other gfs so you have a good night.

you rolled your eyes at that last text, deciding to fully turn your phone off. you knew he would likely try to text or call you again very soon but you didn’t want to deal with it right now. this wasn’t your first rodeo, you knew nothing you could say to him right now would calm him down, so letting him freak out on his own was the best method to his madness.

three hours had passed since you turned your phone off. you had caught up on some reading and turned on your current favorite show, but found yourself interrupted by a knock at your front door. you expected it to be rafe, but instead it was a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a gift bag. you glanced around to see if rafe was lurking around, but saw nothing. when he freaked out over text and was able to reread his actions, he usually waited a bit longer to show his face as opposed to a verbal argument.

you brought the flowers inside and set them on the counter before grabbing the card attached to the side of the bouquet.

sorry we argued. you are so beautiful and i love you so much. got you a little gift and sent you some money for food and i set your appointment with your nail girl for tomorrow at 10. love you forever baby -rafe

you couldn’t help but smile just a little. the flowers were beautiful and the note was pretty sweet, so you chose to ignore the part where he said ‘we argued.’ you didn’t get a word in, but you let it slide. especially after you opened the gift bag to see the new dior bag you had been wanting.

you hurried to turn on your phone, immediately seeing a $500 apple payment from rafe as well as a new text from a few minutes ago.

rafe <3: hope you like the flowers and bag baby. love you! :)

you: i love them. thanks rafe, love you too

rafe <3: good to hear. lmk what you end up getting for dinner and i’ll pick you up tomorrow to take you to your nail apt. can’t wait to see you baby

you would order yourself dinner that was obviously way less than $500, but you would send rafe a picture and thank him again. you’d facetime him before bed and conversation flowed like nothing had even happened just hours before. he’d ask you what color nails you were getting, tell you funny stories about the old men at the country club and excitedly plan what you two were going to do the next day. the cycle seemed like it would never end, but you often forgot about the bad when he was talking so sweetly to you and all you could think about was how excited you were to see him tomorrow.

#rafe cameron #toxic!rafe #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe x reader #rafe imagine

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brainlessrot · 2 years ago

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Penguin Pebbling

Involves collecting and giving small objects, like pebbles, as gifts to people you care about.

because i do penguin pebbling very often and i wanted to indulge myself a lil bit 🤭

also sorry for disapearing for like... 5 months!!! requests are now open again <3

Characters ;; All of the students (grim included)

Contents ;; could be seen as either platonic or romantic (except ortho's and grim's!), GN!reader, no beta read‼️around 1200 words total, 50~ words per character

Riddle ;; i think he would see it as weird and although he would keep it he doesn't think it to be sentimental, for him its just some random rock you randomly gave him, may give you some trinkets (no rocks :( ) as payback (prolly roses or rose themed stuff)

Trey ;; he wouldn't understand why you chose to give him a... rock? probably put it in some drawer in his room and forgot about it unless you explain why

Cater ;; doesn't understand but will keep the rock in his bedside table, may understand that its a sentimental gift from you and if its pretty enough he will post a pic of it!!!

Ace ;; throws it away. Nah but hes similar to trey, confused abt why would you give him?? a rock you found somewhere on the floor?? would prolly make fun of you if you told him why (but the way his face lowkey matches his hair is proof that hes gettin flustered)

Deuce ;; HE GETS YOU!!! will absolubtely cherish the lil rock AND give you some in return, you two may start a rock gifting competition to see which one of you gives the prettiest one to the other

Leona ;; "...what is this". will throw it away (this time fr) unless you specifically tell him its a sentimental gift, then he will throw it in a drawer and forgets abt it (man does NOT care abt a rock sorry :/) but if you are especially close to him and the rock is pretty he may send it back to his brother for it to be made into some jewelry... but DO NOT mention it if he wears it

Ruggie ;; if its pretty enough he will display it in his room, if not, he still puts it carefully in a box with other trinkets, may also find you one for yourself (my man gets it!!) and may even give you some dandelions he was saving for a quick snack if he finds you while out (doing Leona's work) walking

Jack ;; super confused but lowkey touched, will put it with his (many) cactai, if you do it multiple times, he will start giving you some he found on a run that he thought you would like

Azul ;; if he likes you hes giggling and kicking his feet, will put it in his desk at the VIP room, no matter if its just a broken brick or a cute crystal you found, the tweels make fun of him for this

Jade ;; probably has gifted you some by himself that he found on his lil mountain treks, may put whatever you give him in one of his terrariums as decor

Floyd ;; loves it a normal (crazy) amount, cherishes the rock SO much, probably gives it a small hat and face and brings it around the school, will loose it and demand you find another one for him... he might throw it at you to get your attention

Kalim ;; definition of !!!!YIPPIEEE!!! puts it on his bedside table and stares at it while giggling before going to sleep, beware, you will find boxes of gemstones (not the cheap ones!!!) in front of your room at any moment now

Jamil ;; may try to hide it but he finds it cute, covers his face before accepting the rock, leaves it on his desk for when he goes back to his room to give him a small boost in mood, doesn't reciprocate the rock giving but isn't against receiving more from you

Vil ;; what. what the hell is this. unless its throughly clean and has some interesting colors/design/it's pretty he will throw it away woops, doesn't understand the appeal but if youre sad he threw it away hell ask you for "the prettiest rock for him, the prettiest person you've seen"

Rook ;; now youre inexplicably finding rocks EVERYWHERE, your pillow is lumpy? rock! you wanted cereals for breakfast? filled with rocks! went to put on your socks? why is there a rock?! he may even throw them at you from afar!! (believe him he didn't actually think it through he just wanted to surprise you)

Epel ;; kinda gets you!! may not reciprocate the rock giving at first (he prefers personally carving you some apples as a gift) but will if you explain to him the sentimentality behind it!! will save any rock you give him and maybe even send one back to his meemaw if he deems it cool enough

Idia ;; Doesn't really?? get it at first?? but when he was (forced to be) outside he saw a cool rock on the sidewalk and went "oh hey they would like this one!... Oh damn." a light bulb went off of his head at that moment, he wont really give you any rock bc he simply doesn't go outside, but will put the rocks you give him between his idol merch and figurines

Ortho ;; the epitome of just there for the vibes, doesn't understand jackshit of why youre doing it but if youre happy he's happy!! will test the rocks to see what compound or kind they are and tell you funfacts about them

Malleus ;; OH LORDDDDD hes kneeling down and holding his chest the moment you open up your hand and present him with the rock, A GIFT??? FOR HIM?? FROM YOUUU???? hes a very shinnies boy so be prepared to find anything gold anywhere in your dorm/room, he actually gets you from the start and is so happy, like straight up giddy, cackling in his room as he makes a small altar for the rock (half joking)

Lillia ;; also very giggly and understands the act of gifting rocks as a show of friendship (or more) will also leave small trinkets on your way (some of them are hundreds of years old... be careful)

Silver ;; hes used to small animals also giving him offerings and trinkets, so he understands the sentimentality behind the little rock, will also give you some shinny stone he found while resting in the forest, look it has the shape of a chipmunk!!

Sebek ;; he doesn't understand, he doesn't care. nah but seriously he really doesn't get why even if you explain it to him, no "it reminded me of you", "i though you would like it", "its pretty tho!!"s will make him understand, but please do ignore how close he set it to his Malleus' altar

Grim ;; acts like he doesn't want it and might even throw it away in your face, but the moment you turn around hes running back and searching desperately for it, he wont ask for any but if you give him more he aint complaining, hes like the

+"do you like it?

-"no"

+"then ill take it"

-"BACK OFF, NO WAY!"

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wileys-russo · 1 year ago

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if got an idea for a blurb/fic from those new training pics and it’s for boyfriend lessi. reader keeps getting distracted by lessis arms during the training session and alessia catches on and every now and tenses them and after training less teases reader about it 🤭🫣

big flexer II a.russo

"-so then she makes you think that betty is just about these three random teenagers caught up in a love triangle. but really there is this entire theory that-" you completely zoned out of what viv was saying to you, eyes locked in on your girlfriend who'd finally arrived for training.

having gone for a bike ride with lotte beforehand you'd spent the morning away from one another, alessia having left not long before you even awoke for the day. so you of course hadn't seen her get ready and had no clue she'd chose to wear that.

that being the training vest, a tank top something alessia seldom chose to wear when she trained. in fact you could generally count on one hand how little she'd not opted for a tee or a long sleeve.

you knew she'd had insecurities about her arms in the past but you also knew she'd put an emphasis on building up her strength this year, determined to overcome her previous worries.

and jesus christ could you see the results.

"hey! are you even listening to me?" viv snapped her fingers as you ripped your eyes away from oggling at the taller blonde who caught your pining stare just moments beforehand, turning back to her conversation with katie with a small smirk.

last night you may or may not have wound her up by cutting her off right as your make out started to lead toward something more. abandoning the blonde high, dry, hot and bothered as you scurried off to your own room, leaving her with an ache in between her legs and the bitter taste of her longing for you in her mouth.

so when alessia noticed your obvious wandering eyes of surprise and knowing exactly what you were so clearly fixed on, she was more than ready to use them to her advantage.

"you're looking good out there babe." you looked up as your girlfriend now stood before you with her water bottle, your jaw almost hitting the floor as she raised it to her mouth, flexing her bicep as she did so.

"god i'm tired." alessia groaned, stretching her arms above her head and again tensing, the obvious muscles in her upper arms rippling. "you alright?" she smiled innocently, dropping them to her sides and looking down where you were sat on the ground.

"uh huh." you stammered out, wrenching your eyes away and glancing off in the other direction as the blondes smile widened. you were saved by the training staff and jonas calling for you all to return now your water break was over.

that was until alessia offered you a hand up, veins popping out of her sun kissed skin as she hauled you to your feet, an effortless task for the taller girl but she made sure to try harder than needed knowing exactly where your eyes would wander to.

"sure you're alright love?" the blonde smirked, tugging your body into hers as you nodded wordlessly, hurrying away from her, the thoughts of what you'd rather she be doing to you with those arms banished from your mind as you tried to zone in on training again.

though it seemed fate had it in for you as you and alessia were assigned to mark one another in the 7 on 7 game you were doing for your wind down. taking your position in front of her you tensed as her large hands grabbed at your hips.

"if i knew you liked the vest so much princess i'd have worn it sooner." the blonde whispered in your ear, pressing her body into yours as you pushed her away and play resumed.

"now be a good girl and let me score baby." she'd riled you up further just a few minutes later once again pressed in and marking you, hands slipping under your top before you'd shoved her harshly away, your face glowing bright red and not from the running.

"if you're lucky i might even throw you around later after we win." the blondes lips kissed sneakily behind your ear as she pressed into you for a corner, you elbowing her off with a grunt as her hands continued to shamelessly roam your body.

and unfortunately as hard as you tried to keep the thoughts and fixations on your girlfriends insanely toned arms banished, the combination of them plus her abs as she routinely hiked up her vest to wipe the sweat off her face, made you a goner.

you missed three easy goals, tripped over your own feet twice and accidentally slide tackled stina who was on your own team, the mistakes not going unnoticed by the coaching staff and your girlfriend as your team lost 4-2.

mistakes which earned you a concerned talking to as training was called to a finish, pulled aside and nodding in embarrassment at your performance review, assuring you were just having an off day and promising you'd do better.

"not your best performance today babe." an arm fell across your shoulders as alessia pulled you into her side, walking the two of you back toward the training centre for lunch as you shoved her off.

"now come on, don't be a sore loser." alessia tutted, appearing suddenly in front of you, your body barreling into hers as she puffed out her chest with a cocky grin. "it's so hot today." alessia sighed, her hands gripping the back of her neck as she stretched, veins once again throbbing out of her jacked biceps.

"i know what you're doing." you swallowed your want for her, remembering the embarrassment of the talking to you'd gotten that was her fault and pushing past her with scowl and a huff.

"who, me?" alessia smiled innocently with a small gasp as she caught up to you. "don't alessia, it's not cute." you warned seriously, only making her chuckle. "i love you." the striker sung out, placing a sloppy kiss to your cheek which you wiped off with a grimace.

her hand coming to rest on the small of your back she guided you into the cafeteria, the small action of dominance making your stomach flutter.

lunch passed without much more drama, alessia busied in tactical conversations with katie and lia, too pre-occupied to keep up her teasing as viv cornered you to continue on her taylor swift tangent from earlier today.

"oh fuck me." you mumbled to yourself as you all entered the gym after lunch and the staff announced today you'd all be focusing on weights, not missing the smirk sent your way by the tall cocky blonde across the room.

your girlfriend partnered with jen as her spotter while you were partnered with steph, you prayed that it meant your paths wouldn't cross much and you could get out of this afternoon unscathed.

though folding her arms over her chest when not hitting the weights herself alessia made sure to flex her muscles every time she noticed your eyes glance her way, jen eventually catching onto what was happening with a chuckle and a small shake of her head, noting it as something to rib you about at another time.

and look as hard as you possibly tried to ignore her, you were only human, and a needy one at that.

your gaze continued to drift alessia's way all afternoon, almost drooling at the way the ridges forming along her muscles somehow became even more tantalizing to look at as she upped the weight she was benching, jen cheering her on for a pb as your eyes widened.

"oh to be young and in loove." you were grounded back to reality as steph teased you, sat on the bench and grinning up at you. "shut up steffy, i've seen your heart eyes around dean for long enough." you quipped back, the defender shoving your head playfully to the side as the two of you swapped.

your arms aching with the strain of what was a rather grueling weights session, training was called to a finish and everyone began to group up and make their way out of the gym, viv calling out she was making everyone watch miss americana for movie night and attendance was mandatory.

grabbing your water bottle and finishing up your conversation with steph you waved her off and wandered over to your girlfriend who was straddling the bench, finishing up her own conversation with one of the training staff who patted her shoulder clearly affirming she'd done well before he left to chase after jen.

"enjoy the show baby?" the blonde noticed you nearing and smirked, widening her manspread legs as she leant backwards on her hands. flexing her arms with a small wiggle of her eyebrows, blonde hair tied back into a low bun as a few loose strands clung to her flushed face, upper brow beaded with sweat.

"new pb on the bench press, no big deal." the taller girl shrugged cockily, her own eyes dropping to trace your toned thighs that were on display where you'd rolled your shorts up.

"mm so i heard. but hey you know love...you look a little hot." alessia's fantasizing over your quads was rudely interrupted as you dumped your water bottle over her head, grinning as the blonde shot to her feet, spluttering and wiping the water from her face.

"oh you are so dead."

you took off running as alessia sprinted after you, your laugh echoing around as you burst through the gym doors and onto the pitch, startling viv and lotte who were doing a some extra shooting while the staff packed everything up.

"i was just trying to cool you off!" you yelled out teasingly, alessia huffing in frustration as she struggled to catch up to you, though as you glanced at her over your shoulder you missed a small stack of cones and stumbled.

the small missed step was all it took for your girlfriend to clear the widening gap between the two of you, hands grabbing you and tossing your smaller form effortlessly over her shoulder as you squealed.

"lessi put me down!" you demanded with a giggle as the italian marched the two of you back across the pitch, ignoring the teasing whistles sent your way from her best friend. "ow!" you laughed as her hand came up to smack at your behind.

with much whinging the blonde eventually dropped you to your feet as you both crossed the threshhold of the gym which was now empty. the running around in the summer heat had all but dried your girlfriends once damp hair, though you gasped a little as her arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you around a corner.

"hi." you smiled softly as the blondes biceps appeared either side of your head effectively trapping you, hands pressed flush against the wall as she lent in, lips teasingly ghosting yours.

though you pouted as you tried to connect them and she ducked away slightly. "you're welcome." the blonde stated simply and you frowned a little in confusion at her words. "for what, exactly?"

"free admission to the gun show." alessia smirked, pushing herself off the wall as she flexed her biceps in an array of positions, going so far as to kiss either one as you scoffed in disbelief.

"your turn baby." your girlfriend demanded cockily, flexing her arm and offering it toward you as you laughed sarcastically and shoved her away.

"go on and give em a little kiss tesoro, you know you want tooo!" the blonde teased pressing her hips into yours, pinning your body to the wall behind you as she continued to shove her toned and muscled arms in your face.

"oh would you grow up!" you rolled your eyes and bit back a smile, pushing at her chest. "you love it." alessia smirked, catching you off guard as she pressed her mouth to yours. tongue swiping at your bottom lip before her teeth nipped at it, the sight hitch in your breath all she needed to quickly take control of the kiss.

her hands grabbed at your hips as yours gripped her forearms, squeezing her biceps tightly and causing the blonde to let out a small moan in your mouth as you did so.

alessia suddenly pulled away, hand interlocking with yours as she pulled you off the wall almost dragging you out of the gym and away toward her room room in the other building, not uttering a word until she'd all but kicked the door shut, wasting no time slamming you against it.

"you just bought yourself a ticket to the private show, pretty girl."

#woso x reader #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #woso imagine #engwnt #woso blurbs #woso #woso fanfics #arsenal women #awfc

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flores-desyatov · 1 month ago

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hi i've been in my feels a little bit since vanya posted the family pics and i just need to share it with someone. i am very much following all the competition updates and polls and rankings and techical elements and sport mumbo jumbo, but that's not what i'm in the mood to talk about. i need to rant about mushy emotional things.

i don't know, i just feel like this partnership/friendship/whatevership that b&v have has helped them so much in growing into good grown people and we're still only at the start of it. i can see it in vanya specifically. over the course of this last year he's becoming softer and more relaxed in his own skin and his new life. you can tell that this place bella lead him to has allowed him to be more carefree than he was before. which is especially important considering he lost his parents so young and had to leave his home to escape war. all people he knew before coming to the us, sadly including his brother, he has to chase around the world to actually be with them in real life. places he considered important to him he won't be able to see for years. i can't imagine not being able to see my family home or visit my family cemetary. those are very emotionally difficult things to deal with at such a young age and of course i'm just a spectator on the internet, but i feel like this place he managed to find half way across the world is safe and caring. and he found it by meeting the world's sweetest girl. a girl that believes in herself in spite of the odds and loves people very openly. she is fucking lightning in a bottle and her smile could power cities!!! people like that are rare to find and that girl is his partner. her energy and light make it so easy to forget how hard life can be. it's such an admirable quality of character. it's why people connect to her and her videos, she's welcoming and she radiates warmth and joy. she spreads it wherever she goes. i just find all of that so very moving. there's something so vulnerable and human in their circumstances. because if you really dissect it, them becoming partners saved her career and his life. they found each other by chance, managed to understand each other beyond language barriers and chose to do this thing they love more than anything else together. he repaired the trust her ex-partner broke. he never lets her doubt herself and always tries to catch her when she falls. she gives him peace and space to be childish and silly, even if it's at her expense. again i'm just a spectator, but i think he makes her bolder and she makes him softer. whatever they may be to each other, there's no doubt that they truly enjoy one another. i think that's the exact thing people get so attached to beyond the whole will-they-won't-they booktok fantasy. they make each other grow and you can feel it!!

sorry for waxing poetic about random athletes we found on the internet hahaha. there's just something very "mortifying ordeal of being known" about them, you know? kinda makes me slightly believe that the right circumstances will just find you when you least expect them.

My first instinct was to kinda deflect and say they're in their 'character development era' but honestly this is just such a beautiful message you sent here. I just wanna let it see the light of day (hope you don't mind) because I'm sure others have felt the same about B&V. I know I have.

It's part of what makes their chemistry to interesting to watch. Here are two people who have found themselves in the same place (for a second time), both of them with a dream of success, both of them going through a big change, adjusting to a new reality and still managing to make each other better people in the process. It's a beautiful story, even from the outside looking in 🤍

#i do not condone writing fanfiction about B&V (if you do i have no real way of stopping you ofc) but their story is so 🥹#since i found them I've been thinking it'd make for a great book or show #asks #flores/desyatov #isabella flores #ivan desyatov

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upon-a-starry-night · 1 year ago

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Number Neighbors Pt.1

Natasha x Fem!Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 970

Summary: When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

~~~~ You were told you were a naturally curious person, you tried every hobby you saw, new things caught your attention, and trends were constantly popping up on your social media that you’d wanted to try. So when you’d caught sight of the newest trend going around you knew you were all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway.

What could possibly stem from something so little?

You’d just woken up from a dream about living in a beautiful house with some woman you’d met online, inside of the dream you were sitting on the counter while the woman made breakfast. Your brain was still fuzzy with sleep as you were trying to recall the memories of the dream before they faded away.

You really should keep a dream journal with all the odd dreams you have.

You remember the dream almost exactly but the woman was blurry in your memory, her face never fully visible and always changing so you could never quite get a clear grasp on her features. But there is one thing that you could recall; clear striking green eyes.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Your second alarm spooked you out of your thoughts and you shook your head, silently erasing the dream like an Etch-a-Sketch. As you grabbed your clothes for your shower you remembered your late-night activity; scrolling through copious amounts of online videos, and deduced those were definitely a contributor to your weird dreams.

As you were opening your phone to set up your shower music you got a notification from one of your favorite news articles.

“Social Media’s New Craze! Meet Your #NumberNeighbor!”

You chuckled a bit, this new trend had been going crazy ever since some girl had found out she was number neighbors with a celebrity. No doubt everyone was trying to have the same lucky result as she did.

Even you had to admit over the past few days you’d been resisting the temptation to try it for yourself. But you were worried your number neighbor might be some sort of perv or weirdo that asked you for feet pics. However, with all the stories you’d been reading over the past few days of people finding new internet best friends, the temptation and curiosity were quickly becoming too much to bear. So to save yourself from curiosity overload you shrugged your shoulders and typed your number with one digit off into your phone.

Unknown Contact

Y/n: Hello!

It was simple, nothing fancy or weird for a first text, you didn’t want to scare them away by coming off as too strong. You could save the memes for the future- if there ever was one. There was no immediate response and you deflated after a few minutes, sometimes no one owned the other number, and a lot of the time people chose to ignore texts from random numbers.

You couldn’t really blame them honestly. Although, you also had to take into account that it was currently 7 AM and most people didn’t wake up at that hour on purpose… except for those who like to indulge in self-torture that is.

You got yourself ready for the day, taking a nice long warm shower (including having a shower concert) and making yourself a quick breakfast. You were seconds away from forking another bite of your syrupy waffle into your mouth when your phone chimed with a notification. You were a bit confused at the sight of a text notification, having forgotten about your spontaneous early morning decision, but as soon as the memory popped back into your head you were eagerly unlocking your phone and opening the message.

Unknown Contact

Unknown:

Hi? I’m sorry, who is this?

Y/n:

Right sorry, I realize now how weird just saying hi is

I’m your number neighbor!

Unknown:

What is that?

Y/n:

:0 You don’t know what a

number neighbor is?

Unknown:

No.

Y/n:

It’s where you text the number that’s one digit off of yours!

Unknown:

You expect me to believe that you got this number by coincidence?

Y/n:

Why? Are you some sort of celebrity?

If you don’t believe me just look at my number

it should be one digit different than yours.

You can even look it up online it’s super popular right now

Unknown:

huh

I guess you’re right

but I’m going to need you to lose this number

Y/n:

Aw, what? Why?

Unknown:

because it’s a very private number

Y/n:

Wait omg are you like the FBI or something?

Unknown:

or something.

Y/n:

That’s so cool!

Do you solve crimes like how they do in criminal minds?

Unknown:

You mean that crime show

on Netflix?

Y/n:

Yes! I’ve seen like all of the episodes a hundred times

Have you ever seen it?

Unknown:

can’t say that I have

Y/n:

You have to watch it! It’s sooo good

Unknown:

I guess I’ll have to take your word

seeing as you’ve seen it a hundred times

Y/n:

😳 ok so that miiiight have been an over exaggeration

Unknown:

I never would’ve guessed

Y/n:

Ha! So you do have a sense of humor!

Good to know

Oh shoot I’m gonna be late for work, It was really lovely texting you!

Byeee!

Unknown:

Bye.

You were smiling the whole drive to your work, sure they might be some sort of FBI secret service person but they seemed nice- not a dry texter at least, and it didn’t seem like they were too annoyed that you were texting them. You wanted to give them some space since they’d asked you to lose their number, and you completely understood their hesitation, but the excited feeling that settled in your stomach told you that you were not going to be able to resist texting them again.

Pt.2

A/n: I’m still contemplating this format but I think it’s better than pictures of text messages don’t you? Lmk :)

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taylor-on-your-dash · 10 months ago

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SO, WHO IS THE SONG MINE ABOUT?

A couple of years ago I read this comment on r/Taylor Swift about Taylor dating a non famous guy who attended Belmont University.

I started college in Nashville in 2010, and the semester before I started, it was well known that Taylor was seeing a guy who lived on campus. It never made headlines because he wasn’t a celebrity like her other relationships. I have seen lots of random explanations for “Mine,” but many students at the university always assumed it was about this guy because the timeline fit.

At the time, I didn't think much of it. I thought that it could've been possible but still, the theory of Mine being about Cory Monteith made more sense to me.

While I was writing the Speak Now Timeline, one of the most important interviews was the Billboard one:

"Mine" was a turning point in the album’s development. It wasn’t until early 2010 when the album truly began to coalesce. Swift presented "Mine" to Borchetta in his office, just a few doors down the hall from the leather couch in the lobby. "We probably played that song four or five times," Borchetta recalls. "I’m jumping around playing air guitar, she’s singing the song back to me, and it was just one of those crazy, fun, Taylor teen-age moments." And then it got serious. "I said, ‘Keep going,’ " Borchetta says. "She kind of looked at me like, ‘You’re challenging me.’ And I said, ‘Yeah. You’ve found true north here. Keep going.’ " It was some time in the period after that challenge — between February and June — that Swift wrote “Innocent,” her response to the Kanye West incident.

That settled it then, no? Mine was written in late February, after Taylor had returned from Tokyo.

My certainties crumbled a few weeks ago, when @1989worldtour sent me an interview where Taylor says that she wrote Mine on the road, specifically in Texas.

Back To December was written in New York City, The Story Of Us was in Nashville, I wrote Mine somewhere on the road, I think in Texas, actually. (X)

Taylor was in Texas on March 10th (in Austin), March 11th (Dallas), and March 12th (Corpus Christi) for the Fearless Tour. At first, this didn't make any sense to me: Taylor had said that she wrote Mine in February! Then again, she often misremembers dates. I had shelved this date in my mind until I randomly found this comment on r/Fauxmoi while I was researching Starlight and the Kennedy craze Taylor went through.

She dated a guy from Belmont I think because a family friend went there and was friends with him and was there the night they met! “By the water” in Mine is apparently about Mozarts - a coffee shop in Austin on the water where they went on a date. I have no way to verify this because it didn’t happen to me but the family friend had pics with Taylor and stuff because of this guy she was friends with who dated Taylor. This might be the only piece of celeb gossip I’ve ever known haha.

Reply: This is true! He's now married with kids and not at all famous.

The return of the Belmont guy! We have two other sources claiming that she dated a non-famous person who attended Belmont. The mention of Texas cemented the fact that there might be a kernel of truth in this theory. At this point, I took this rumor seriously and chose to investigate further. the next question was, if Belmont is in Nashville and the Mozart bar is in Texas, didn't the guy miss a lot of classes? The answer is... no. If you look at the Belmont Academic Calendar, guess when Spring Break was? From March 8th to March 15th! So even if the guy was in college, he didn't miss any classes. There's was plenty of time for him to fly to Texas, attend the show, going on a date at the Mozart bar and then fly back to Nashville.

There's another problem though: according to the Billboard interview, Taylor brought Mine to Scott Borchetta in late February. We don't actually have a direct quote from Taylor or Borchetta saying that it was February. It could be Taylor or Scott misremembering, It could be the journalist inferring (it has happened before, for example on this Rolling Stone article from 2009, where the author said that Love Story and White Horse were for the same person, for some weird reason). After all, late February and early March aren't that far away. Nathan Chapman, the producer of the song, said that they worked on Mine on and off for 4 months. They finished it on July 21st, so March 10th still tracks.

Now, let's look at the actual bar. on the left, we have a screenshot from the Music Video, while on the right, a picture of the Mozart Bar. they look very similar to me, but I admit that I've never been to the USA, so maybe coffee shops all look the same?

Fun fact: The Mozart bar confirmed that she has been there in May 2013, after the Red Tour show.

Conclusions: Honestly, I believe those people on Reddit, but I realise that the sources are very unstable. What makes me believe it though, is the obscure mention of Mine being written in Texas, and the person on Reddit revealing that they had a date at a bar that casually is by the water. It fits perfectly. I don't have any more to say for now, but it's possible that I'll write a post of how Mine is one of the first post John Mayer song and how that relationship affected the themes of her songwriting.

P.S.: I would advise not contacting these people on Reddit. it's obvious that they're friends with him/know him and they wouldn't say anything to help identifying him. plus, it's not our place to gather information about a person that wants anonymity. it's not cool to doxx random people.

#also sorry if this post is a mess #i put it off for like a month because the amout of information was a lot and my brain defaulted to italian #taylor swift #mine #speak now #speak now taylor's version #writing of speak now timeline

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ashadowofburnedoutstardust · 1 year ago

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You don’t need to post as I’m not open to the crazy attacks but understand Chris has issues far beyond anxiety. He has to have a team at all times because he makes poor decisions when left to his own devices and causes himself and those close to him emotional harm. This is the reason you don’t hear from the mountain of ex’s and hookups. Only veiled comments from celebrity exs. He his family and his team have weaponized his diagnoses to protect him from accountability. Just as they’ve weaponized his fandom to shield him from negative press. The women that have loved him understand nothing’s forever with him, it’s just your turn.I know from experience and I’m sure there’s more like me lurking. I knew alba was his choice based off the fact that the protection was not extended to her. His team couldn’t be ok with this play out even if they stay together. The marriage isn’t legal. I’ve said it to a few blogs and always gotten attacked but I promise that fact will eventually be spun to make him look like a victim when in fact there are provisions in place to block things like this from sticking.I can offer a certain level of insight if you’re open to truth.

Hello anon

I am getting really tired of the storyline of Chris being made to look like a victim

I'm also very tired of being placed in the position of being portrayed as "the crazy fan" and continuously being gaslit, as I'm sure many other fans are tired of

I've stipulated before the various ways in which this could be playing out behind the scenes

Either he's being manipulated and there is an attempt to use his fandom to cover for him rather than him being able to speak out

It's all real and because of the backlash the public image of the situation is being portrayed as a fake one to cover for the entire situation

Or he got caught with an unsuitable woman and it's all still a cover using the goodwill of his fanbase to yet again, try and cover for him

That last point is based on the previous reactions from both Aly Raisman, and Georgia Ellenwood. Both having been candidates from the Instatinder like list, at different points in this situation have independently reacted to the news of him being linked to 🐟, Aly was just after NYE in 2022, and Georgia not long after the papwalk news broke when they blocked one another on IG, all ng with all of the blocking of random people on Twitter that happened during the initial backlash

Take note of the fact that both of these women are currently in their late 20's

Alys reaction came not long after Trashbin posted pics to his story from Chris' living room in Concord, the Polaroids from the house in Vermont, and then the video of the drag race link being dropped to fan forums "to discover"

At this point, I'm not so sure that I actually believe any of the sob stories coming out portraying Chris as a victim in this, I'll elaborate:

Chris side is the one with ample funds, he may be genuinely upset with his team and agency, or he may actually not be at all.

The stories we have been fed may in fact just be using details from past scandals that are getting retwisted into a narrative that they then wash away as just being rumours

Not only have they used the fandom to build up and create the story, they are now trying to use it again to tear it down, essentially "slave labour"

We would not still be getting the articles if someone wasn't paying for it, and given the number of them coming out Vs the very few bots, event attendances etc being bought by 🐟's side we can be assured that it is in fact his side that is funding it all

What we cannot ascertain is whether Christopher himself is actually in on it, or not

There's really only going to be one way to tell

If Christopher chooses to stay with both Megan and CAA in the future, it will be safe to assume that he was in fact in on the entire thing and chose to pay for it all, and use his fandom to both defend him and then frame them as the culprit

So until there is news of either a new Publicist and/or agency, I'm going to have to assume he is in on whatever is going on, I don't really have any other choice but to assume that he is in fact in on the entire thing

🤍🪽✨

#chris evans #angelstardust #fireangelsstuff #cevanstan #cevans #fandom #pr shitshow #trollba #save dodger #chris and alba pr #cevanstans deserve better

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kuroecchy · 1 year ago

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the pic in the list are not mine, I just found the pics from pinterest

fair warning the theme i chose for my october prompts are completly randome so I have nothing planned for any of them.

English is not my first language and no beta.

All of this is cross posten on AO3

Day 3 - Late

Everyone knows that Tony Stark never arrives on time. Especially to meetings (both board and Avengers), he usually gets late on purpose for those. Mostly because he hates them but still. Late.

Sometimes it was genuinely because he's late. He often loses track of time when he's in the lab.

Sure, JARVIS tries to remind him, but when the engineer is engrossed in his work? Nothing, and I say nothing can distract him.

He's off on his own little world!

Everyone who knows the engineer long enough knows that.

Only few people can get the man to stop; Harley, Peter, and of course his boyfriend Stephen Strange.

Well the point is, for whatever reason it may be, Anthony Edward Stark is always late.

Well it was never really a problem before. Stephen even found it amusing when his boyfriend is late to the Avengers meeting only to make a grand entrance each time. Stephen particularly found it funny to see the others' exasperated looks.

So of course Tony never tried to fix that particular bad (according to others minus Stephen) habit of his.

So it had hit him harder when it had happened.

Tony had been down in his workshop as usual, engrossed on his current project while blasting his favorite song on full volume.

He had told JARVIS to not disturb him and to turn away any calls. Well except for calls from Peter and Harley (cuz they're his kids), Rhodey and Pepper (cuz if not they're gonna give a lifetime of scolding), and Stephen (his boyfriend obviously).

Incase of an emergency he had expected them to call him, even though he's technically retired (though no one really believes a hero can retire voluntarily like he did).

On another note he was informed by Peter of what had happened.

It started like this :

'Sir, Peter has entered the tower and is now rushing to the workshop.' That was the first clue that something wrong had happened.

But Tony, being engrossed in his own little world, simply hummed in dismissal.

'Sir, may I warn you that Peter is not in the best of moods.' and that's the second tick.

At those words Tony paused, "is he injured?" Worry laced his voice.

But before JARVIS could answer the door to his workshop slid open.

"Mr Stark! Where were you!" Came the voice of his young apprentice.

Tony turned out to see a red face. Eyes swollen, tear tracks still visible.

The father figure rushed to the boy in an attempt to check for any visible injuries that could cause his son to be in this state, "wh-what happened? Peter are you-"

"I'm Mr Stark." He spoke with a shaky voice, "it's Doctor Strange…"

…What? Stephen what happened to him?

Suddenly the retired hero felt like he had just taken an ice bath.

"everyone's been calling you…" said the young hero in a weak voice.

"J-Jarvis…?"

'There have been 132 missed calls in the past hour, Sir. Mostly from Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. Other calls had been from other currently active members of the Avengers, Sir.' His faithful AI spoke quietly.

And that's another cold bath. Add the feeling of a rug being pulled from under him.

“You really haven’t been paying attention have you…”

Horror creeping into his voice, “Where is he now?”

“Metro general. He’s been undergoing surgery for his injuries.”

“I-I need to-”

Tony took off to his balcony not even bothering to finish his sentence. Jumping off and feeling as the nanites surround him. He quickly blasted to Metro General Hospital.

Not caring about how others looked at him in awe, he walked straight to the receptionist’s desk.

“Stephen Strange. Where is he?” he said rather harshly.

The shocked slash scared the receptionist who could only point out the direction to the emergency room. Tony mumbled out a quick thank you before running to where the receptionist had pointed to.

When he finally saw the heroes sitting outside the operating room he was panting.

The atmosphere was somber and when they looked at him Rogers was the first one to speak.

“Tony… you're late…”

~ END ~

Note :

If y'all noticed when Tony got the news of something bad had happened to Stephen, Tony called for JARVIS. As y'all can see I usually wrote JARVIS’ name in all capital but there I used lower case.

It was only to add to the dramaticness of it all, showing that Tony had spoken it in a weak voice.

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glitterpaperrings · 7 months ago

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I was on canva today. Just making a random design. I added a pink glitter background and magnified the canvas to get a better view. Then scrolled through pics I’ve uploaded in the gallery. Chose one pic, deleted it. chose another, deleted again. Chose one again but this time… time froze before I could think. A magnified image of a girl looking at me in the eyes. With her eyes. Of course I’ve seen that picture before. And I’ve never not looked at it for 2 minutes straight. But this time it was bigger, the picture. I was most certain it was alive. I saw you breathing. I saw your smile widen. I looked into your eyes. And I saw love in the curve of your upper eyelids. Saying it once does not satisfy my heart. How can the curve of someone’s upper eyelids be so kind, so loving. What am I saying. I don’t know if I want someone else eyes to look into yours and see it. If I want it only for mine. Or if I want someone else to see it and be healed. All this time, I didn’t like the profession of doctors. I didn’t like white coats and bland blue scrubs and white floors and white desks and gray lives because that was all I thought of it. But- when that picture of you, your existence, the love in the curve of your eyelids, healed something I didn’t even know needed tending, I saw. How it is in your nature. It’s in your gaze and your smile, even in your eyebrows, in the shine of your cheeks when you grin. You’re the closest person I’ve seen to angels or nymphs. I wish I was joking. It’s not all very good to sound like one’s gone mad but it’s worth it. Whoever comes to you for solace will find it as soon as they meet your eyes. But this is not all you are. In that picture, I felt like my soul was holding yours and I found myself not even caring if it was forever or for a day, it was too beautiful to care, like if I wished for it to be forever I would miss out on being grateful that my being holds this form of you in its crystalline lens right now, like the time i would use for wishing could’ve been used for loving you right now instead. Because that’s how it is. I did not know I was capable of this much love, this much adoration. Love -that word is so feeble compared what I feel right now. It is not something between you and me. It’s as if you’re standing on a sandy beach in front of me looking back at me while I feel all this and the dark green ginormous mountains and every single tree in it and the expanse of peaceful dark clouds behind it is a witness to something so miraculously yet naturally human that no language can string together. Our existence needs no attention or acknowledgement like the majestic creatures in the depths of the sea that no one can reach exist in silent glory. I read somewhere that the sun was great and beautiful before anyone’s acknowledgement of it. It’ll continue to be even after all of us are there no more to look at it. Like when black holes collide into galaxies, it may be happening light years away with no onlookers, in all it’s magnificence, so beyond acknowledgement. It’s only witness is itself and the void in which it lies. We’re something similar to it too.

Your dream and the reason why you pursue it is beautiful. I want to tell you a piece of simple but wonderful advice that I learnt from Cinderella's mom in the movie, "Have courage and be kind" she had said. You are a person who lives and goes through life with grace and resilience. You'll have a great journey no matter what you choose.

I have to bid you farewell for a while now, and I don't want to at all. I'll terribly miss sitting in the same bench as you. I'll wish for us to meet often. I'll hold you in my heart. Time and space may pull planets apart, parvathy, but not me from you.

#i love you #there'snooneelsei'dratherwalkthegreenrippleroadwith #literate rp #literature #platonic love #text #writing #people

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foggypeacestrawberry · 8 months ago

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The 10-Things-Challange

(Sims 3 only)

Hi y'all !,

a few days ago I startet a little "Challange" for myself:

To Create a room in Sims 3, by combining random things I find within the Sims-Community. So I will download the first 10 things that I see on this day, if I like them, or at least don´t dislike them, and put them together with 5 other things that I can choose freely.

The goal is, to create with just 15 objects a room that makes some kind of sense. For example it can represent a certain style, or a theme, or an idea, or even tell a little story, whatever comes to my mind.

Turns out, this is so much FUN!, to put stuff together that I normaly never would consider to combine :-) !

So I don´t know if someone had this idea before already, it happened while I was sorting CC-files, and this element of coincidence was so appealing to me, that I decided to give it a try.

Now I want to show you my first outcoming, and how I decided which objects to choose, or how the objects chose me; and what rules could be useful or not.

First I visited TSR, to see what's new there. The newest entry was:

1) Emporia Livinigroom-Set, from ArtVitalex

So that are 7 objects already - meaning I have to leave this site now (?) .

--> Working on the rules:

Would be much to easy if most ot the 10 objects would come from the same set, but I think 3-4 objects from one set will be OK.

And I wonder if I should leave a source after finding the first "thing", or if its OK to stay on the site, and just go back in the timeline to the next entry of another creator? I guess it depends on how often I will do this challange - 3 times a week, 3 times a month...

BACK TO THE CC -

Then I went to tumblr and chose the first of my sims3-tags that are CC-related, it was #s3ccfinds (some of the first entrys were reblogs from wandering sim).

I skip all CAS-Stuff, just looking for objects to put in a room.

I counted until I had "10 things" = single objects:

2) My Wedding Stories Trees, Set with 5 objects, from @bioniczombie

3) Venyl-Collection, 1 object, from @johziii

4) Tombstones, 2 objects, from @lolabellesims

5) Some Weird Posters, 1 object, from @wanderingsimsfinds

6) Out In The Yard, Set with 4 objects, from @Itssimplythesims

So this time the 10 objects will be from 6 diferent creators.

Plus the 5 "wild objects" I can chose freely.

--> Some more specifics about the rules:

For example them posters from wanderingsim, thats 1 object, but its a huge collection of 33 posters = items. In a case like that, I might use 3-4 different looking items, I treat this object like a set.

The Screenshots I put in a new blogpost.

During this first challenge, I changed some stuff I a bit, that shows in the pics: added windows; changed styles; changed postition of the poster + sofa.

I will lead you through the scenery pic-by-pic, counting the objects up to 15.

#sims 3 challenge #ts3 challenge #the sims 3 challenge #the sims 3 cc #ts3 cc #sims 3 cc #s3cc #I´m not sure if this tags are ok!

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brushpenpoems · 3 months ago

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#text #writing #people #friends #love

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lifeisamaze · 5 months ago

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Sitting in the airport for hours yesterday, talked a lot to C and somehow she made me realized, every people could only love one person in their live. And somehow, people also can get married to someone without love. They may seem happy to us, but what they feel inside, we will never know. Amazed by how she managed to go this far even she had to go to counselor, attend hypnotherapy, be able to hold back the feeling she had for the love of her life and try to just be present, every. single. day.

She was once wounded by the love of her life, having terrible breakdown then current husband came in. Three of them were best friends but of course, current husband held back his feeling back then. When the chance came, he got in and for someone who is under lot of stress, she tried to accept him. Then when the pressure to get married came from her mom, with unstable mind and no second consideration, she asked her current husband, do you want to get married? And it happened just like that.

And now she confessed that even after 2kids, she couldnt love him. She couldnt sleep well when he Cuddled her, having sex also not that fun and pleasurable. Worst of the worst, she is the one who earned the money for their family. Her top consideration on him is he is not a playboy. The trauma is real. She mentioned that she prefer this kind of life rather than live in insecurity with his ex.

Then she asked me, 'how you both ended up being together? I remembered you had one bf for a long time.' Out of nowhere, the answers slide out without hesitation. ' it was easy for me, i guess i have no love for Gil, no strong bond. And when Dri came in, i let Gil go. We were best friends for years so it is easy for us to connect. I know how much he loves his ex and his heartbreak damaged him a lot. So when he saw me there, an available complete package for him, whats not to like? The same thing to me, Dri was the best package of all, i feel secured so i chose him. Then we both get married. Even until now, we were just like best friend living in the same house under the title husband and wife. We rarely talk, we have our own endless me time, sex is okay, above average, but other than that we're just living together under the same house. I can feel he has that one Love only for his ex ' such long paragraphs easily came out of my mouth. C said she can relate and recall everything back then. She met his ex recently and she still addressed herself, 'dri's ex' to remind C of her.

I told Dri about my convo with C, about his pure love for his ex, his reaction was, 'si sua kong' he didnt even try to defend himself by stating he love me more or anything. He just stop talking. and about she mentioned herself as his ex, he smiled. Then today, he posted my pics on his ig, then told me, i posted your pic, so you dont think that i don't love you' . Action Speaks Louder than words. His first reaction showed me all. I don't need an extra gesture to show me how someone feel for me. I'm not falling for that. And it is funny how i don't feel troubled, angry or sad for it. Maybe it is true, our relationship was never based on love. we just clicked and complete each other as spouse.

C then continue, 'someone asked me,if Ben ever asked me to get back together, will you reconsider? Surprisingly, i thought about it. Maybe i love him that much. ' then random thoughts popped out of my mind. Who in the world i love that much? It is neither Gil nor Dri. Is it even J?

From that long convo, i can relate on her situation. Pity on her, but looking at myself , i guess i am on the same boat as her. She said, 'i have chosen this path and i have to walk on it' and that's what i thought too all this time. Nasi sudah jadi bubur. You got to eat it, or you ended up starving waiting for another nasi to be cooked.

And it makes us both wonder, who in the hell in this world, marry someone who they truly love? We all in search for security as we mature. And we thought, love can be build after. But who knows, that love never grow and we live based on adaptation and adjustment through years. Kids and comforts are the only things that bound us together.

What a life 🫶

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celiastjamesoscar · 1 year ago

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😭 Grace now you have put me into an impossible situation! For your sake I truly hope he won't include you into his slides but for my own selfish reason and twisted amusement I'm silently praying that he'll sneak in a picture of you... I'm so sorry but the senior trip one was so hilarious and adorable that I'm sure other ones will be just as awesome!

YES MY DARLING GIRL, YOU DID SO WELL!! The format change doesn't even matter, you finished the paper quickly and BEFORE THE DEADLINE!!! WELL DONE HONEY!

WHAT?? STINKY 😭 OH no, poor baby boy. Is he doing okay overall? How's he handling it? EXCUSE ME YOUR MOTHER DID WHAT?? THAT'S A CRIMINAL OFFENSE, PUNISHABLE BY DEATH!! Don't worry Grace, I will come and snatch you up for a tattoo tour!

Duh. Obviously recording was the better choice. That's not even a question. I'm sure your brother would have done the same thing to you. I would have died laughing, just the mental image is cracking me up!

A Japanese steakhouse?? Omg that sound mouth watering!! Tell me more please! Well... I'm not saying that you can easily be distracted/love procrastinating buuut I kinda had a feeling that you wouldn't devote your whole day to studying like you said...that's why 🤨 was included. BUT 5 QUESTIONS OUT OF 50 IS A START!! 45 MORE TO GO! YOU GOT THIS. I BELIEVE IN YOU!! Though you definitely could get 10 out of 50 if it weren't for Call of Duty 🫢 (joking, taking care of yourself and relaxing is important too!)

Here's some more Sam/Mel videos I found

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeRmnYo6/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeRLAaFh/

Girl I cannot have you praying on my down fall in Jon’s class 😭 thankfully, he didn’t put any pictures of me in the slides, but we did talk about vision today. I wear glasses most of time, so he asked me if I was near or farsighted, then he proceeded to call me ‘four eyes.’ Like bro, WE BOTH WEAR GLASSES?!? That senior trip picture haunts my dreams, but I hope it will be the one that gets put in, just for your sake

THANK YOU SO MUCH MY LOVE!!! I’m such a procrastinator when it comes to writing for school, but then it doesn’t even take me an hour to finish

Stinky is a MESS!! We’ve had him a little over 3 years, but the only real problem he’s had from it, was when the cut on his paw wouldn’t heal. Other than that, he seems perfectly fine. He was a random stray that quite literally appeared in our backyard one day, so we don’t know how long he’s had it for. Hell, we don’t even know how old he is 😭 but don’t worry about him, that little trouble maker is laying in bed right next to me, snoring his head off. IT HONESTLY IS A CRIME!!! I want another one so bad, but she’s just like “no 🤨.” A tattoo tour sounds amazing right now too!!

When in doubt, record! That’s something I have always lived by. My poor brother was like 6 years old getting jumped by a rooster, that somehow knocked him down too. That boy was going through hell and all I did was smile and say “you’re doing good, sweetie!”

Japanese steakhouses are so amazing!! I highly recommend going to one. We just ate a simple dine-in, but you chose to do hibachi, which is where you get to sit at this grill and have the chef cook it in front of you. It’s pretty cool, but it’s a lot more expensive than a dine-in. You know me so well, it’s kind of unsettling miss ma’am. But in a good way! If it makes you feel better, I’m going to my chemistry tutor tomorrow so we can go over an exam

Don’t ask me the color of anything in that first pic of Mel, I couldn’t tell you

I seriously need to buckle down and watch her other roles 😻

#bender chats #clexa is forever ♾️

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etherealyoungk · 3 years ago

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the dark prince - lee chan

pairing: prince!chan x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive, kissing, arranaged marriage

wordcount: 3k

please don't copy or translate this without my permission!

a/n: i don’t even know what this is, just a random idea i had and i thought i’d be cool. this is all because of that one concept pic of his that made me lose it, yeah i'm blaming this on lee chan it’s all his fault bye.

i would love to know what you thought of this! do let me know :)

The Dark Prince. That’s what everyone calls him. And every time you say it out loud, ‘The Dark Prince’, a shiver runs down your spine. It’s such a powerful name. Well, The Dark Prince is more like a title. Only a rare few are allowed or even know his real name. Only a rare few are given permission to address him by his real name – his family and few close friends and the higher-ups in the Dark Court. But to everyone else, he is known as the Dark Prince. Isn’t that mysterious?

And he does live up to his title – he’s indeed dark but also very alluring. There’s just something about him I can’t help but find myself drawn to, even though I actually don’t like him very much. Hate would be the right word – because we’re enemies.

For as long as you can remember, the king and my father have been friends. your dad was very close to the king and worked as his personal advisor and general. But you and the prince? That’s a very different story. We’ve always been at each other’s throats since we were young. He loved teasing me, making me cry, and saying nasty things to my face. If you ended up in tears, it was a victory for him. Since we used to go to the same prestigious school, you were always against him in everything, with him coming first, and you coming second. You could never beat him at anything. After a few years when you turned 16, you realized how childish you both were and you stopped caring about trying to beat him. But that didn’t stop him from rubbing salt onto your wounds and you swear sometimes you just wanted to slap that smirk off his face. Now you’re 20 and he hasn’t changed at all. He’s still mean, cold-hearted, unkind, and cruel but also charismatic, fascinating, intriguing, enchanting, and most of all – unfairly and dangerously handsome. And you can’t believe that you're supposed to marry him.

Since the Dark Prince is of age now, the king thought it would be a good idea for him to marry you since our families are close. But were you supposed to tell your father that you absolutely loathe him to bits? That you cannot stand him. you can’t, so you shut your mouth and just do what you’re told. Maybe you were just overreacting and making it out to be worse than it actually is. Who knows? Because truth be told, you haven’t talked to or even seen the prince for the last three years. Just occasionally glimpses of him when he was out on work his father sent him to do. So who knows, maybe he’s changed? Well, you guess you’ll find out tonight.

So that’s how we were on our way to the palace to have dinner with the king and queen and your to-be groom. you were planning to wear my most elegant dress, but then you thought why not some fun have? you chose another dress, which was almost as elegant – except it also happened to be backless. It was a dark blue dress with long sleeves and also a slit up my leg, stopping just below my thigh. you paired it with some earrings, a matching necklace and a pair of heels. you left my hair loose and it fell on my shoulders in waves. We walk into the dining room and you bow to the king and queen with a kind smile.

“You’ve become so beautiful”, the queen says as you stand.

“Thank you my queen”, you say with a smile.

The king and queen are so kind, and sweet and rule well. They’ve always helped my family so my father is indebted to them. That’s why he said yes when the king asked if he was willing to let his son marry you. Sometimes you wonder how they made such a brat of a son.

Just then the Dark Prince enters and the whole vibe in the room changes, that’s the kind of power he holds. He walks in, dripping in confidence and oozing in power. You can feel it. He looks stunning. He looks exquisite. He looks devastatingly handsome. He’s wearing a striped suit and a matching tie. But his suit blazer is actually cropped, making him taller. He’s wearing some chains and necklaces and it only adds to his dark image. His dark hair is styled so well, that it falls over his eyes, making him look even more alluring. His eyes are captivating and it’s so easy to get lost in his bewitching gaze. He looks at me and you lower my head, bowing. You look up and he’s still staring at you and you can feel his eyes going across every inch of your body, making you gulp softly.

We sit down to eat and you’re sitting opposite him. We eat and your father asks him a few questions and he answers them pretty well. you actually don’t say a word the entire time, because you don’t know what to say. But you can still feel his heavy gaze concentrated on you since you’ve been avoiding meeting his eyes on purpose. We finish dinner and the queen looks at you and speaks.

“Darling, I hope you’re alright, you haven’t said a word since we sat for dinner”, she asks, concerned.

“I’m fine my queen, don’t worry”, you say with a small smile to reassure the Queen.

“Oh Chan, take her out to the balcony, she could use some fresh air. And for god sake, be a man and get to know her, she’s going to be your bride”, the queen scolds him and you stifle your laughter at this.

you don’t think you’ve ever heard someone scold the prince like that. And you realise, that’s the first time you’ve heard his real name. He stands up and so do you. you spare a quick glance to your father and he nods. It takes you a second to realise that he’s holding out his hand, waiting for you to take it. you hesitate for a second but nonetheless link your arm in his and we walk out together. As we’re walking side by side, you realise how tall and built he actually is. Since you’re wearing heels, you almost match his height but without heels, he would tower over you. you can feel how strong his arm is already. You can smell the perfume he’s wearing and it’s intoxicating.

You mentally smack your head, telling yourself to stop with that kind of thought because that’s not what you were here for. We finally reach the balcony and you unlink your arm from him, putting some distance between you both as you turn to look at him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, prince”, is all you manage to get out of my mouth. What else are you supposed to say? Hi you’re my groom to be but I hate you? I’m only doing it because my father would want it and also it would be crazy to turn down the prince. you don’t want the king to be offended.

“Same here. I believe we know each other, grown up together. I remember you”, he says.

“Ah yes, we used to go to the same school”, you reply.

“You look beautiful tonight”, he suddenly says, catching me off guard.

Did he just compliment me?

“Thank you. You look pretty handsome too my prince”, you reply.

I turn my head and look at the sky. The sky is filled with stars. The full moon is shining brightly in the night sky, illuminating the palace grounds. Tonight is beautiful.

“Do you want to get a closer look at the moon?” the prince asks me.

“What do you mean?” you ask, confused.

“We have a telescope, I can show you. You can get a closer look through it”.

“Really? Do you mind? Is that okay?” you ask, taking a step toward him, delight on your face.

“Sure, follow me my lady”,

We walk up a floor two floors and you’re struggling to keep pace with him. It’s not easy to climb stairs in heels and a long dress. He notices and slows down, taking your hand and guiding you. You try not to smile at his kind gesture. We finally enter the room and it’s fairly big, with a big telescope in the front pointing towards to opening at the ceiling. The prince walks in first and you close the door behind you as you enter.

“Oh and don’t close the door”, he says but it’s too late because you’ve already closed it.

“Will the king and queen be worried if the door’s closed?” you ask stupidly and move to open it but it doesn’t open.

He sighs. “No, it’s because the lock is broken and the door can only be opened from the outside he says.

“Oops”, you say, feeling dumb.

“So we’re stuck in here then?” you add.

“I’m sure one of the guards will find us. In the meanwhile I’ll show you the moon and the stars”, he says, walking towards the telescope. The room is actually dark, there’s no light in the room except for the small light of a small candle. You guess it’s so you can spot the stars and planets more easily. You can make out the faint silhouette of the prince in the dark and you walk and stand next to him, watching as he’s occupied himself in adjusting the telescope for you.

“Here”, he says, moving a bit so you can look in the telescope. You bend forward slightly and look through the small hole in the telescope, which shows you the beautiful sight of the moon. You can see the craters on the moon’s surface and it looks breathtaking really to see it like this. You must have been smiling because the prince asks, “Are that delighted?”, while chuckling.

You try to hide your smile but fail.

“I just really love the moon and stars”, you reply, trying to be calm.

“What do you think of me?” he asks, changing the topic. “You can be honest, I can handle the truth”, he adds, looking at me with a playful grin on his face.

“Well, I really don’t know. When I met you in school, you were really mean to me. You were an asshole actually, always making me cry, always saying things about me, and always beating me at everything. I actually hated you”, you say and he looks amused actually.

“Wow, it’s the first time someone’s called me an asshole”, he says in disbelief, but you can tell he’s enjoying this.

“But what you said right now is what you ‘thought’ of me. What do you think of me now after seeing me again after years”, he presses, taking a small step closer.

He was right. What you just described was what you used to think of the prince. You gulp and gather your thoughts but seeing the way he’s staring at you is making it hard for you to concentrate.

“I guess now after seeing you, I think you’ve become a bit better. You seem more mature. And you’re really handsome. You’ve always been handsome but you’re so alluring and captivating, it adds to your irresistible charm. I may still hate you a bit but I can’t help but be drawn to you. There’s something about you I can’t seem to get enough of and maybe I’m thinking it’s not such a bad idea to marry you after all”, you confess, your breath getting heavier as you say each word. You’ve been betrayed by my own mind because that’s now what you were supposed to say but it’s out anyway. “I still kind of hate you though”, you add quickly.

He takes another step closer and you move to take a step backward but your heel gets caught in your dress and you stumble. He quickly moves to catch you, his hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards him. And we’re dangerously close. You can feel the warmth of his hand on my bare back.

“Don’t you want to know what I think of you?” he questions, his gaze getting darker and heavier.

You nod helplessly, not being able to form words.

“I think…after seeing you again, a hunger in me has been reignited. You’ve become so beautiful and stunning. I almost couldn’t stop looking at you tonight”, he says. “And I think I should tell you the truth but I’ve always liked you. Even when we were in school, there was something about you. And I know you still hate me but I was childish and didn’t know how else to express my feelings so I ended up hurting you, and I deeply apologize for that. Looking back, that was a really dumb thing to do”, he says.

Wow. The last thing you expected was for the prince to apologize to you. This was a surprise. He’s changed…a lot.

“And now, I can’t help but fall for you even more. I hope we can put the past behind us?”

“S-sure yeah”, you mumble and he smirks.

He tugs you closer to him once again and your breath catches. Your hand rests on his chest and we’re so, so close.

“My prince, what are you doing?” You ask, getting nervous.

“This”, he says, connecting his lips to yours.

It takes you a moment to register that he’s kissing you. The prince was kissing you. His lips are soft and gentle. He kisses you softly, like he’s unsure whether you’re okay or not and you find that sweet. You kiss him back and that’s all the approval he needs to kiss you deeper. His hand wraps around your waist, his fingers touching your bare back, making you shiver. You wrap your hand around his neck and move your lips against his. He was an incredible kisser you think.

Finally, he pulls away, breathless and looks at you.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined kissing you”, he says, his voice deeper now. “Gosh, you’re gorgeous”, he whispers and kisses you again but a bit harder this time, with more passion.

You can’t seem to stop kissing him either. Maybe because a part of you has always imagined what kissing him would feel like, and now that it’s actually happening, that part of you doesn’t want it to stop. He takes a step backwards and he moves you back until your back hits the cold wall and he’s pinning you against the wall. Both his hands are on the wall on either side of your body. Your leg is exposed but you don’t really care about it. All you can think about is him and the way his lips feel on yours.

“You wore this dress on purpose didn’t you, to have some fun”, he teases, kissing your cheek, and leaving a trail of kisses on your jawline. You melt in his hands. He leaves soft kisses on my collarbone and that’s when you realise what we’re actually doing.

“What if someone walks in”, you ask, your voice coming out all breathy and high.

“They won’t remember, we’re locked in here”, he answers, pressing his lips to yours once more. You sigh into the kiss and your hands tangle in his soft hair. With each kiss, he seems to be losing control, his hands roaming my body, pushing me harder against the wall. You push off his suit jacket and it falls to the ground. We make out for another two minutes before you speak again.

“Are you sure a guard is going to find us? What if we’re stuck in here all night?” You ask, worried.

“Well then good for us”, he says mischievously. You give him a look and just then you hear someone call out from outside.

“Dark prince? Lady? Are you here?” a voice calls out.

“Speak of the devil”, the prince says, looking at you. He kisses you one last time before pulling away but you grab him by his tie and pull him forward again, kissing him for the final time. He takes a step back.

“You should get yourself together. Anyone can tell you’re probably doing something…or who knows what else they’ll think”, he says and you actually can’t believe he said that. You let out a scoff.

“Talk for yourself, go make yourself presentable”, you reply. His tie is undone and loose, his shirt which was neatly tucked in pulled out here and there and a few buttons of his shirt undone too. His suit jacket is thrown on the floor, his hair is dishevelled and a mess. His cheeks are flushed but no doubt yours are too. You run your hands through your hair and dust off your dress while he tucks in his shirt and runs a hand through his hair. He picks up his jacket and swiftly puts it on, dusting it one last time.

“Dark prince? Lady?” the voice calls out and he replies this time.

“We’re in here”, the Prine says.

I hear the door knob rattle and open and the guard seems relieved to see us.

“I seem to have lost you, I apologize”, the guard says upon seeing us both.

“It’s okay, no worries. I was just showing the lady the moon from the telescope”, he says, turning his head to you and giving you a small wink. You felt my cheeks burn up again.

“Sorry, it’s my fault, I didn’t know the door lock was broken and I closed the door”, you add.

“The king and queen request both of your presence”, the guard says.

The guard leads us outside and we walk back down the stairs to the hall. You link my hand in his and as we walk together, this night shall be one you won’t forget.

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Deja Vu (part 2 of 'Drivers License')

(inspired by deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo)

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“What the fuck is this?”

Harry flinched as his girlfriend shoved the phone at him. He’d just got out of the shower, hair still dripping wet, but it wasn’t so out of the ordinary that she would start a fight first thing in the morning.

He sighed and gently pushed her phone away from his face. “Baby, if it’s another rumour about me cheating on you...I was with you this whole week!”

“No.” She lifted the phone up to his face again. “That girl just released another song about you.”

Even though Harry didn’t let it show, whenever he heard about Y/N, his heart would always skip a beat. He couldn’t remember exactly when the last time they’d spoken was, but he knew in his last message to her, he’d congratulated her on that new song about him. She’d never replied, and he’d taken it as the answer — they could never go back to the way it was.

It had broken his heart to listen to ‘drivers license’. Y/N had never been the kind of person to be vocal about her feelings. Or maybe she’d expressed it through actions instead of words, and he had been too nonchalant to see? He hadn’t meant to break her heart and leave her in the dust. After all, she used to be his best friend.

“Y/N’s a songwriter. She writes about her own experience the same way I do. Maybe that song is not even about me, babe,” he calmly told his girlfriend, who was standing in front of him with fresh tears in her eyes. He hated to see her cry, and he hated that this wasn’t the first time she’d done it because of him. He tried to reach for her but she stepped back, shaking her head.

“Listen to the song.”

“Baby.”

“Listen to the song,” his girlfriend repeated without looking at him. “Why are you so afraid?”

“I’m not.”

“Then listen to it and tell me it’s not about you, and that she’s not throwing shades at me. I’m so tired of this girl telling the world about how horrible we are as if you had even dated her in the first place—”

“Fine,” Harry exhaled sharply, his eyes pinched shut. He hated that when his girlfriend got mad, she would get so mean for no reason, and the last thing he wanted to hear right now was her insulting Y/N. He knew Y/N. She had always been respectful to his new relationship. However, he wasn’t in the position to tell his girlfriend how to feel about this situation. He knew it was all his fault, so he stayed quiet, took the phone from his girlfriend and sat down on the edge of the bed. His girlfriend stood with her back against the wall facing him, waiting for him to play the song so she could see his reaction to it.

“Go on,” she told him, her voice emotionless.

Harry looked at the song on Spotify. It was titled deja vu. He took a deep breath and one last look at his girlfriend before finding enough courage to press play.

Y/N’s previous song about him had been blasted in every shop he’d visited, all the time when he was filming, every time he was in the car, and now, the moment he heard her voice again, it really did feel like deja vu.

Car rides down Malibu

Strawberry ice cream

One spoon for two…

“Are we there yet?”

“No, stop being so impatient! Just keep on driving!” Y/N said and looked out of the window on the passenger side. The sun was going down, and the horizon was gradually turning the colour of an egg yolk. It was their last day in Miami. They had been filming for every day that week, and this was the only day they could spend just for themselves.

Harry stole a glance at Y/N and saw that she’d finished half the strawberry ice cream while bobbing her head to the song Uptown Girl on the radio. He frowned, making her laugh when she noticed.

“Open your mouth,” she said and fed him a spoon of ice cream.

“Ahh, brain freeze!”

“But it’s good, isn’t it?”

“So good.” Harry licked his lips. The face he made got Y/N laughing harder.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at a secluded beach. Y/N had found this place when she traveled to this city alone two summers ago and almost got lost.

Together, she and Harry carried their picnic things through a palm forest, and by the time they saw the ocean, the moon had made a fading presence on the pink Miami sky.

Y/N picked up her shoes and ran towards the waves, letting it chase her back into Harry’s arms and nearly knocking him over. Their laughter echoed in the wind as their shadows stretched out long and lanky on the empty beach. In that very moment, it felt to Harry as if they were the only people in this world, and he had a sense of peace that he might never be able to experience again.

“You don’t get to see this in the city,” Y/N said dreamily as she pulled Harry’s jacket tighter around herself. It was dark now, and the sky above them was full of stars. They sat shoulder to shoulder on a picnic blanket, listening to the whispers of the ocean and the wind. Harry used Y/N’s jacket as a blanket because it was too small for him to put on. They’d laughed for five minutes straight when she told him he looked like that monkey from Aladdin and took plenty of photos just to prove the point.

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow,” he said, still looking at the sky.

“Me neither,” Y/N sighed, her shoulder brushing his. There was a pause, and he could feel her eyes on him, so he turned and saw her looking. “When I get home,” she said with a small smile that made her eyes sparkle, “I’ll learn to drive, and when we come to Miami next time, I can drive you to this beach.”

“I’d love that,” Harry said, then made her pink-promise him.

“They went to Miami last week.”

Y/N blinked. The beach and starry sky disappeared in a second, and she found herself once again standing in the fitting room with her stylist and best friend.

“What?” her best friend marched over to where she stood in front of the full-length mirror.

Her stylist was holding the phone up to show her the article. “Here. Harry took that actress to Miami last week.”

“Don’t show her these!” Y/N’s best friend grabbed the phone and put it on the vanity desk as she gestured to the stylist. “You do your work. Enough chit-chatting.”

“I took him there,” Y/N said. She didn’t even recognise her own voice at first because she was too in shock. She didn’t think Harry would do something like that. But let’s be honest -- how much did she really know about him?

It had been a few months since his last text to her, which she had ignored, and now her song had been overplayed, and nobody cared about the drama anymore. The whole world had moved on, and she had, too. Or so she’d thought. Now, seeing these pictures of him and his girlfriend on that Miami beach made Y/N feel betrayed.

“Asshole,” her best friend said and grabbed her shoulders. “Don’t worry baby. You’re prettier.”

Y/N worked up a smile and opened her mouth to say that she was fine, but then she heard someone call her name and turn around. They weren’t calling for her. Just a name similar to hers that had become an inside joke between her and her friends.

The moment she locked eyes with Harry’s girlfriend, her heart seemed to stop as she held her breath, her lips thinned as if to hold back a scream. She didn’t know the girl personally and had never run into her before today. How unfortunate that they had to be in the same room after Y/N had seen those Miami pics.

“What is she doing here?” Y/N’s best friend asked the stylist the question Y/N was too afraid to ask.

“Fitting for an event, I guess,” the stylist said.

Y/N told them to just ignore the others and mind their own business. The sooner they got the measurements, the faster she could leave. Or she could leave right now and come back another day, but that would make it look like the other girl’s presence was bothering her. They were both actresses, and so they would have to run into each other at some point. She must be professional about it. This was normal. Just act normal.

“He’s so unique,” Harry’s girlfriend said while laughing with her team. Y/N didn’t mean to overhear the conversation, but apparently, the girl was making sure that Y/N heard her loud and clear. “We were watching reruns of Glee last night, and he even sang to me and told me he loved me inbetween the chorus and the verse. Don’t touch the jacket! It’s Harry’s and it’s Gucci. We exchange jackets sometimes. Isn’t that adorable?”

“Show off,” Y/N’s best friend scoffed while shaking her head.

Y/N didn’t say anything. In her mind, she agreed with her best friend for a second and immediately felt that she was being petty so she forced herself to just be nonchalant about it.

She could not. She could not ignore the fact that she’d been replaced as if she didn’t matter. Harry was doing all the things he used to do with her with his new girl. Even taken her to that Miami beach. Their place.

Y/N bit her lip and tried to hold back the half-formed tears in her eyes as the stylist went on talking about the fabric. She chose a random one just to get this over with.

“I hope that fucker gets deja vu.”

“What?” Y/N blinked at her best friend, who gave a mean shrug as she glared at the girl.

“He’s probably thinking of you while doing all that shit with her.”

Y/N pondered over it. Over and over. Even after the girlfriend’s laughter had faded down the hallway, and Y/N was also packing up to leave the studio. Her best friend’s words stayed with her as she got into the car and watched the street of London pass by her window.

That night, when she was alone in her living room with her piano. She sat down and started playing a few experimental chords. Then, she cried. Her tears blurred the handwritten lyrics on her notebook as she tried again.

“I have this idea,” she told her manager on the phone before sending the recording. It was three in the morning.

“Oh my god,” her manager exclaimed, sounding much more enthusiastic than he had when picking up her call. “This song...is so gonna win a Grammy!”

Y/N’s song had won a Grammy.

They had talked about it for so long. Harry had encouraged her to pursue a singing career, because she’d started out as an actress but was blessed with the most beautiful voice he had ever heard.

Ironic, wasn’t it? Now he was sitting at the front row and looking up at her as she received the award from an artist she looked up to, for the song written about him. She smiled at the crowd as the light shone on her and everyone was cheering because she deserved this. She said her thanks and expressed her gratitude to her family, her teams and her fans. She didn’t say his name. He hadn’t hoped that she would, because he knew there was no way his name would come with a positive message. So he was kind of glad she hadn’t mentioned him.

His girlfriend squeezed his arm as if she knew what he was thinking of. He smiled at his girlfriend. A smile of reassurance. They had put it behind them and promised to try again after all the fights about the song they were playing right now. Nothing would change after tonight. Because there was nothing Harry could change.

He caught Y/N’s eyes for one brief moment as she ascended the stage. Although he was sure he loved his girlfriend, there was something about that look that made him sad. Would he be happier to come here with Y/N tonight instead of his girlfriend? He wouldn’t know, because that would never happen. He didn’t even know if she still resented him, or if she was still the same person he remembered. A lot could change in a day let alone many months. And it was scary to think someone you used to know so much had become a complete stranger. The opposite of love wasn’t hate. It was indifference. And Harry felt it deeply as Y/N never paid him a second glance.

At the after-party, he worked up the courage to approach her when he found her standing alone texting on her phone.

“Hi. How are you?” he said.

Y/N looked at him as if she couldn’t understand English. If she ignored him and walked away, this would be the most humiliating moment of his life.

But no. She pressed her lips into a gentle smile and said, “I’m good. How are you?”

“Good.” He nodded, wanting to shake her hand, but his fingers stayed glued together behind his back. “Congratulations on your win.”

“Thank you.” She picked up the glass of wine on the table beside them, and Harry knew he’d lost his chance of shaking her hand tonight. “Did you like the song?”

“Yeah. It was good,” he said, finding it difficult to hold eye contact with her. There was something new about her that unsettled him, and he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For speaking out about it.”

“Oh.” Y/N showed no emotion as she shrugged. “It’s alright. I only said the truth. The song was fictional, and I don’t want anyone to get hate for it.”

They both knew it wasn’t true, and he couldn’t tell her that his girlfriend had almost broken up with him for it. Even if he had told her that, he didn’t think Y/N would care. She didn’t look like the Y/N he knew anymore. Suddenly, he recalled that night on the beach, when she was still looking at him with feelings.

“Look, Y/N, I—”

Before he got a chance to form a proper thought for what he was going to say, his girlfriend, who was obviously drunk, shouted from somewhere behind him. “Babe, Jeff’s wearing a tiny jacket! He looks more like the monkey than you!”

Harry looked at Y/N. She held his gaze. The corners of her red lips quirked as she raised her glass. “Deja vu?”

Just like that, she left him standing there all by himself.

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