#i swear every time I watch a reaction video to an album

[aberooski]

I always know which songs are gonna be underrated/slandered on an album because they're my favorite song(s) 🙃

[writerblue275]

How Heartsteel would react catching their S/O singing/dancing to “Paranoia” (to their part if applicable)

Inspiration: Me being a dancing/singing/lip syncing fool every time I listen to the damn song, especially while I’m cleaning my apartment.

Genre: Headcanon

Category: FLUFF

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader

TW: Swearing

^^(How did they get this GIF of me dancing?? 😂)

General things:

Setting the scene, let’s say it’s the first time they’re coming home after the song has released so they’re really getting your reaction to the finished song for the first time.

Ok let’s be clear, all of them would be so flattered and would love this.

Having a supportive partner means EVERYTHING TO THEM.

So even if I don’t put “it means a lot to them to catch you doing this, etc…etc…, it’s still implied.

Aphelios:

He’s had a long day in the studio working with Yone on the next album’s instrumentals after doing a debut music show, so he’s very ready to be home with you and to take it easy tonight.

Grins under his mask as he opens the door and hears “Paranoia” blasting on the Bluetooth speaker he got you for your birthday. He knows how much you love to jam to music!

Sneaks to wherever you are, not wanting to disrupt you and absolutely wanting to grab a photo he can send to Alune (after swearing her to secrecy [not that she would send the photo of you to anyone anyway! You and her are good friends too]).

Manages to get an excellent photo of you using the duster as a microphone, a smidge of dust on your cheek.

You’re so absorbed in your “performance” you don’t notice him at all.

Right after you mime the *ding ding ding* of the bell in Sett’s verse, your smart watch buzzes with a text message.

“I hate to disrupt your award-worthy performance, but what would you like for dinner? (Also you have a little dust on your cheek, cutie.)”

When you spin around and finally see him, he’s spinning his mask on his finger and giving you a sly grin, winking as you gasp in surprise and blush at being caught.

He grabs a tissue and gently wipes off your cheek before giving you a gentle kiss hello.

(I have a headcanon that he would primarily communicate to his partner using sign language)

*Signing* “I’m glad you enjoy our work, love!”

Seeing you love something he put so much effort and time into really brings him a LOT of pride and will continue to motivate him.

He helps you clean and asks you more about your thoughts on the song.

You were in the studio while he worked so you’ve heard parts of it, but you and him agreed that you shouldn’t hear the finished song until it released to the public. It was your suggestion actually. He was ready to let you listen to it early but you wanted to experience the full excitement of waiting for their debut just like everyone else.

Which he LOVED.

Ezreal:

This litTLE SHIT (said lovingly)!

Smug man #1

He will NEVER LET YOU FORGET THIS.

The SMIRK he has when he walks through the front door and hears the all-too-familiar intro to the song.

And when he hears you RAPPING along with Kayn’s part??

NO WAY is he missing this!!

He immediately makes his way to wherever you are and positions himself so he can see you without you seeing him.

Phone camera is at the ready.

Starts recording a video right before the pre-chorus begins and his part starts.

He can’t help but smile as you switch to lip syncing, clearly wanting to hear/focus on his voice.

You’ve told him many times how much you adore his singing voice.

(And he’ll never admit to anyone how much hearing you say that means to him but that’s a different story)

It takes every fiber of his being to not reveal himself while he’s recording.

He’s about two seconds from giggling.

Records through the end of the chorus before stopping the recording and immediately sending the video to the Heartsteel group chat with all the members and Alune. They all love you so he knows they’ll love seeing the video.

He puts his phone away and plans to sneak up on you. (Lmao sneak up? I mean flash.)

This man is an EXPERT at surprising you.

Flashes right behind you before the second pre-chorus starts and starts singing, bursting into laughter as you let out a surprised scream.

He gets a well deserved pillow to the face for that.

Later Yone texts you and tells you that he’s “glad you like the song enough to sing and dance to it throughout your daily tasks.”

And Aphelios hits you with the “:)”

And Ez gets another pillow to the face before bed.

Followed by a kiss because he is POUTING.

Kayn:

This SMUG motherfucker!! (Again, said lovingly!!!)

Smug man #2!!

Comes home to you cooking dinner for you and him, using the spatula as a mic.

Does THE shoulder lean against the door frame (y’all know what I mean, especially if you read romance novels) and just watches you with the biggest shit-eating smirk on his face.

That smirk only get bigger as the song ends and restarts and you don’t change it, telling him you’ve had their song on repeat for who knows how long!

If anything, you’re getting even more into it, starting to dance a little more now and adding some little ad libs while he raps.

Ex: “If you try to step to me, it’ll be the last time” You *in rhythm*: “FUCK YEAH”

He absolutely loves it.

Honestly you’re making him fall in love with you all over again.

Also gives him the idea to ask Alune if you can help make up the fan chants (although he’s sad because he knows they’ll have to be a bit more PG)

Can’t help himself as he lets out a chuckle, giving himself away in the process.

Holds his hands up peacefully as you spin around, ready to throw the spatula if needed.

“Sorry baby, I’m afraid you can’t use me for target practice.”

“God Damnit, Kayn, you know I scare easily! How long have you been home?”

“There’s a reason I stayed over here instead of startling you over there where there are a bunch more kitchen utensils you could have reacted with. And to answer your question, enough time for me to understand how much you seem to enjoy our song.”

You playfully, roll your eyes, shake your head, and smile as he comes over and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing you hello.

He’d definitely tell the guys what he saw, but he wouldn’t film or photograph you (this time 😉).

K’Sante:

I get such immaculate vibes from Heartsteel K’Sante.

Like I’m a BTS fan (woot woot ARMY) and I get very very similar energy/vibes from K’Sante and RM.

Like I do not know what it is, but I would trust K’Sante with holding/watching my drink at a club if I needed to run to the restroom. He has that sort of good energy.

I suppose it’s the…safe? energy??

Absolutely hilarious to use that word considering the batshit things they did in that movie studio.😂

But you know what I mean!

And being in a relationship with someone who has this sort of energy would be A++++.

(I know this is a bit of a tangent but I swear it’s relevant to the topic)

K’Sante’s part in “Paranoia” has that same sort of energy to it. (It’s so hard to explain what I meannnn)

And when he catches you singing and dancing along to his part, the bridge of the song, while you’re folding/putting away laundry, I think he’d watch you for a couple moments.

But only a couple.

He’d make his presence known a bit earlier

Because then I think he’d come join you! ☺️

He’d start singing with you and encourage you to keep singing with him.

He’d gently pull you a little closer to him.

And obviously the slower paced part of bridge doesn’t last forever, but even then I think he’d still dance with you once the song ramped up with you (hard to explain but think casual dancing with a partner at a club/bar).

It would be so FUN??? Such a fun sweet moment between the two of you.

He’d of course then help you fold the laundry.

“It’s only fair since I distracted you from it for a bit!”

You’d keep listening to music with him as you both get some chores done around the house.

Definitely making sure to take time for more dance breaks (duhhhh).

Sett:

(A/N: I love the entirety of “Paranoia” but something about Sett’s verse makes me absolutely FERAL!! THE LYRICS. THE VIBE. THE INSTRUMENTALS. PerFECTION! ØZI fucking nailed it.)

When I first started thinking about this, I thought that Sett would be smug guy #3.

Now I’m not quite so stuck to that idea.

Oh don’t get me wrong, he’d definitely hug you and tease you once you saw him watching you and blushed a deep red.

But they would mainly be half-hearted teases.

And internally? You know this man is melting about you and how lucky he is to have you as his partner and how much he loves you.

Sett clearly has such a soft side for the people he truly loves and cares about.

Have you seen how much he adores his Mama???

You are like the only other person who can really bring that soft side out of him.

And catching you already having the lyrics to his verse down 100% is something that would bring that out of him.

Speaking of his Mama…

Sett would absolutely take photos or videos of you.

But they’re only going to one person.

That’s right, to Mama.

We’re going to assume that his mother really likes you and you really like her. (You think this man is going to be with someone his mother doesn’t get along with? BFFR)

Though let me say I think she’d be very easy to get along with.

Like I definitely don’t think she’s the mother-in-law from hell I keep seeing stories about on TikTok.

But anyway, he just wants to show off his favorite person to his other favorite person (who also adores his favorite person).

And little do you and Sett know but that just inspired Mama to knit you a sweater that matches the beanie she made that he wore in the MV. As like a holiday present!

(I’m so sorry this one was admittedly a little self-indulgent but I think it’s so cute!)

Yone:

Oh this man.

Obviously everyone has worked extremely hard so that Heartsteel can debut. Everyone has had late nights and long days on little sleep.

But as Heartsteel’s main producer…

(Not to mention band mom!!)

Yone really had a record number of late nights at the studio.

Reworking a passage over and over and over….

And OVER

Until it’s right (or until Aphelios/Alune drag him out of the studio at 3am telling him to work on it tomorrow with fresh ears).

And he’d never tell you, but you know he’s felt really bad about all those late nights. All those nights he wasn’t with you.

Potential dates missed because of deadlines.

Not that you were angry with him or anything.

You love him and you know how much pressure he’s put on himself.

And the last thing you want to do is potentially add more pressure on him.

In fact, you and him made a routine the past couple months. Whenever he’d have to work on the weekends, you’d come over to his studio each night during the weekend and bring a movie/couple episodes of a show and takeout.

And he gladly lets you pull his attention away from work for other media and cuddles.

(I feel like in private Yone would be more cuddly than one might expect of a stoic man like him.)

But during these media breaks??

This tall man was like a damn koala the way he cuddled you (not that you were complaining).

So seeing you sing and dance to the song he produced…

Even though the production of this song meant you often went to bed alone….

Was so fucking cathartic for him.

It made him feel like every sacrifice was worth it. Just to see how happy you were to dance and sing to the song he put so much of himself into.

His expression would be so soft as he watched you.

And after you noticed him and gave him a smile, he’d come over and give you a hug, burying his face against your neck.

You are his MUSE, and don’t you forget it.

Ahh thank you for reading! This is my first bit of creative writing in over 5 years, so apologies if it’s not great!

Shout out to @coco6420 for telling me on my main account to not stop myself when I talked about being tempted to post headcanons for Arcane/Heartsteel. Well here we go. 😂

[fullsunised]

nct dream reaction when you get drunk (i’m drunk rn watching a movie and giggling) i thought this would be cute

𝗔𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞!

❝ 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ❞

𝖭𝖢𝖳 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬²³: 𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖭 𝖸𝖮𝖴'𝖱𝖤 𝖣𝖱𝖴𝖭𝖪

genre: fluff

trigger warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

a/n: welp inspiration randomly struck me yesterday and here it is. apologies for the inactivity, hope yall doing well!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

he's laughing his ass off the whole time. the infamous giggles never leave him, all while he's taking care of you. he always complains about you drinking over thr limit but bro does he adore this side of you.

honestly I only see him do the laughing his ass off part more than the taking care of you and putting you to bed part. is sending videos of you being stupid to his family.

during your hangover tho, you're basically defending yourself in the family groupchat while mark is yet again laughing at your cute ass.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡 𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 ❞

sighs and sighs. bro is frustrated icl. he's always telling you to not drink more than what you can take but obviously when did you ever listen to him. is complaining under his breathe, while taking care of you.

makes sure to remove your makeup off, your shoes off, your clothes off and change you into something comfortable. but at a point he'd grow so tired of it, he just let's you figure your shit out the next morning.

which is basically you sitting on the kitchen stools groaning due to the pain in your head, while he watches you suffer (makes you hangover soup)

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

he most likely would stop you from drinking before you get worse, but on those days where he thinks you deserve to get drunk asf, he's a sweetie.

does every single thing for you and honestly doesn't say no to anything your drunk self asks him.icecream? yes. shower? yes. sex? yes. kisses and cuddles? yes. literally anything. bro just let's you live while he's there taking care of you, making sure you don't hurt yourself. puts you to bed, and admires your passed out self.

morning would be waking up to his kisses, going to get breakfast together or maybe going on a run to wake your brain up.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

bro is drinking with you man. he thinks it's unfair only one of you gets drunk, and the other stuck taking care of the other. both of you would be long gone messes, messing about on the streets- but there are times you come home drunk from work.

then he's honestly just letting you pass out. of course, he let's you wrap your arms around him like a koala, and snore to death. also, he's gonna click funny asf pictures, like from every angle, legit makes an album as well.

morning comes and both of you are groaning, him because his hand is sore and you because your head. you take your pills and go on about your day, except his teasing is increased.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡 𝗡𝗔 ❞

absolute sweetheart </3 literally picks you up from the door, drops you onto the bed, brings hot water to clean you up, gives you water to drink, listens to you rant about everything and anything. is like prepared for it because you warn him first hand lol.

just like jeno, he too would agree to anything. movie watching, game playing, cooking- anything literally. coos at you the whole time, mentally saves this image of you in his head because no matter how many sides of you he's seen, this would be his favourite.

breakfast in bed, princess ;)) would get you pills, some soup, some good food all at your service. bro get me a jaemin :(

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 ❞

literal menace. all he does half of the time is record. atp his phone doesn't have enough storage due to the shit ton of video and photo content he has on you. his top priority would be to laugh at your stupidity and maybe post it online.

his second poa probably would be to put you to sleep. he legit finds you so adorable and so annoying both at the same time. literally shoves your face onto the pillow and forces you to sleep. has his airpods on, scrolling and you're next to him snoring. comfort fr.

boy doesn't do shit in the morning, or so he complains but still does it for you anyways cause he loves you too much.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 ❞

literally looses his mind. didn't know you had this side in you, and honestly he loves it, but the stress dominates the love- the stress of taking care of you perfectly. literally googles shit every single time even if he has done that before.

follows every step, does everything you ask and when you finally fall asleep blud just releases the longest sigh of his life. falls next to you his arm draped over figure. kisses your forehead, and drifts off to sleep himself.

bro googles how to make hangover soup, but gives up and orders it. literally does his best every time.

©️FULLSUNISED.

[sminiac]

hii i was wondering if you could do bf!hyunwoo, like or similar to what you did with minjae and sumin??

💌 — Hello, I absolutely can!! I swear he’s not talked abt enough🙏

Bf!Hyunwoo who 100% has this odd inclination for play fighting, and it always ensues from such a trivial topic that the two of you keep butting heads on, still, he’s finding an excuse to pin you down and tickle you until you’re barely able to form a coherent sentence, threatening you with empty promises, and he’d say it all without an ounce of seriousness, his laugh cutting through his struggled words. He always gets a kick out of it, laughs just as hard— if not harder, just loves seeing your smile, hearing your laugh :,)

Bf!Hyunwoo who is very serious about taking your pictures for you, Seeun’s offering to take them? No he isn’t, the phones already in his hand. He puts in the same amount of effort that a high in demand photographer does, and is always equipped with a multitude of angles to experiment with. Words of encouragement? Are you joking? He’s praising you so much, tells you how beautiful you look every single time, a lot of the pictures end up capturing how touchy he gets, absolutely unable to resist you + so, so many candid moments of you!! Whether it’s small videos or just pictures of your back they’re in his album dedicated solely just for you:b

Ex: There’s for sure some shots you sneak into your photo dumps of his hands grabbing at your waist, ass, face, neck to pull you into a kiss, you’re just so unreal, he can’t help but grab at you wherever he can, the photos after definitely have a little evidence of him literally jumping you with his lips, and per his request he isn’t cropped out of anything, loves the baffled reactions in your comments, eats them up every single time like “yeahhh, and what about it?”

Bf!Hyunwoo who loves keeping said pictures of you in his phone case, has a little collection that’s still growing, he switches them out occasionally and lovesss bragging about you to both people who don’t know you and the boys. Once he starts there’s no stopping him. Shoving his phone into whoever’s face as he goes on a tangent about how pretty you are, how kind you are, he’s also talking about whatever embarrassing habits you have that he finds adorable, it’s like whatever picture of you he’s pulling out there has to be a random fun fact about you too, he loves showing off that he knows you personally like that :b cause who else knows all of the little things you do like he does?

Ex: The back of his phone is a frequent guest in their YouTube videos, a big grin on his face as he points to the picture of you, “My girlfriend isn’t here to watch us perform today, so I cloned her and stuck her in the back of my phone. No she can breathe. I miss her a lot, I’ll do my best for her out there, I hope she’ll be watching from her phone.” He’s such a my girlfriend my girlfriend type 😣

Bf!Hyunwoo who admittedly sometimes gets a little shy calling you pet names in front of his members (Baby, babe, sweetheart, darling) instead he’d come up with a personal nickname for you, like a shortened, distorted, added letters that aren’t originally there kind of nickname, and it’s so cute because maybe it’ll sound a little unserious, a little silly, but he’ll say it with such a genuine tone when referring to you by it in a conversation (because he’s always talking abt you😋). And whoever he’s talking to will be like “Who?” And he’ll be like “My girlfriend??? Who else would I be talking about???” Since it’s something he created just for you he’d be a little bitter if his members started to use it, because they aren’t your boyfriend??? He is??? That’s why he made it???

Bf!Hyunwoo who doesn’t let you say ‘love you’ without the ‘I’ first, because if you don’t he’s immediately stopping you to ask if you’re okay, if he’s upset you in any way, and he always has this cute pout on his face, it’s his ‘serious’ face… that you can’t help but want to squish until his skin is stressed red. If it was merely just an accident, telling him it slipped your mind, he always lets out the biggest sigh of relief, carefully grabbing at your face to pull you into a kiss. Along with this he doesn’t like the word ‘too’ like, “I miss you too.” and “I love you too” it sounds forced to him, like you’re saying it back only because he said it first, he needs to know that it’s an authentic ‘i love you’ and not a pity ‘i love you’😞

Bf!Hyunwoo who is so stubborn that if you get into the smallest of disagreements he’s immediately quiet, face of stone, but is still bulldozing his head into your chest so you can cuddle. He’ll only hum his answers out if you’re asking him any questions, fingers threading through his soft hair, eventually he’d crash out from this and would wake up like nothing ever happened🙄 he’d start talking though, so you know it was never that serious, he just likes being dramatic so you’ll smother him in your love after.

Bf!Hyunwoo who sings/plays the piano for you any chance he gets, he loves being your background noise + it’s a good excuse to be in your presence while you’re studying, reading, doing any of your hobbies that don’t involve sound. I think he’d also make these silly songs for you that consist of what you’re doing at that exact moment, and he’d keep going until he gets a smile or a laugh out of you :,)

NSFW under the cut!

Bf!Hyunwoo who at random will only slightly lift your shirt up so he can press small, wet kisses to your stomach, you’ll be on your phone, one hand petting at his head in acknowledgment of his presence, he’d get a little carried away, purposely or not, shifting down the band of your pants so his kisses can reach lower, and lower until your phones shut off, thrown to the side and his tongue is dipping out to run hasty licks at your clit, he likes the way you whine, begging for “More, please.” Until he caves and is making the most obscene, wet noises with his mouth as possible as.

Bf!Hyunwoo who is always so, so vocal!! “Doing s’good baby” “Shit— ‘s embarrassing, gonna make me cum already” “God you feel so good, I love you so much” UGH. He’s so loverboy, heavy on holding your hand as he’s thrusting into you, his strokes heavy and paced just right. Wet kisses against your collarbone, neck, face. Eye contact always!! And he’s always got this little smile on his face when your eyes peak up at him, looks at you so lovingly🫠

Bf!Hyunwoo who loves the thrill of potentially being caught, @ntoniac who has plans to further delve into this hc sometime soon😋

Bf!Hyunwoo who is so hallway/airport/cafe crush that it’s making my head spin😡

[thehugheslover]

So High School Luke Hughes x Singer Reader

This song is written by the amazing Taylor Swift and for today's story I am going to have it being the readers song enjoy

Presses the recording button

August 31st

"Ok so I am going to be showing my boyfriend my new single So, High School from my album that is Called The Sparks Between Us that comes out September 9th(you look at Luke and you both giggle a little) and I will be getting his reaction to the song"you said. Are you ready to here it" you asked him. "As ready as I will ever be" he said.

You start the song

I feel so high school

Every time I look at you

I want to find you in a crowd

Just to hide from you

And in the blink of a crinkling eye

I'm sinking, our fingers entwined

Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights

Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me

I'll drink what you think and I'm high from smoking your jokes all

damn night

The brink of a wrinkle in time

Bittersweet sixteen suddenly

I'm watching American Pie

With you on a Saturday night

Your friends are around, so be quiet

I'm trying to stifle my sighs,

cause I feel so high school

every time I look at you

But look at you

Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

It's just a game, but really

I'm betting on all three

For us two

(Luke starts laughing because in a interview he did he got asked to Kiss Mary or Kill 3 singers you as one of them and he said he would Mary you if he could.)

Get my car door, isn't that sweet

Then pull me to the backseat

(You both started laughing because after you announced your relation ship to the public you two were caught kissing in the backseat of your car)

"This line is my second favorite line in the song" you said and than started the song again

No one's ever had me

Not like you ...

(you look directly at Luke after the line and you both smile at each other")

You pause the song once more

"Ok now this is by far one of my favorite lyrics that I have written in my music career" you said and played the song

Truth, dare, spin bottles

You know how to ball

I know Aristotle

(after that line Luke kissed your head and pulled you into him close)

Brand new, full throttle

Touch me while your bros play grand theft auto

It's true, swear, Scout's honor

You knew what you wanted

And, boy, you got her

Brand new, full throttle

You already know, babe

I feel like laughing

In the middle of practice

Do that impression you did of your dad again

I'm hearing voices, like a madman

And in the blink of a crinkling eye

I'm sinking, our fingers entwined

Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights

Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me

I'll drink what you think and I'm high from smoking your jokes all

damn night

The brink of a wrinkle in time

Bittersweet sixteen suddenly

I'm watching American Pie

With you on a Saturday night

Your friends are around, so be quiet

I'm trying to stifle my sighs,

cause I feel so high school

every time I look at you

But look at you

Truth, dare, spin bottles

You know how to ball

I know Aristotle

Brand new, full throttle

Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto

It's true, swear, Scout's honor

You knew what you wanted

And, boy, you got her

Brand new, full throttle

You already know, babe

You already know, babe

The song ended and you turned to Luke.

"So what did you think of the song" you asked

"I did not like it I loved it and I love the little nod to me playing hockey and you not knowing a single thing about it" he said and you just laughed and pecked his lips and ended the video

[sunflouwerhabit]

hii! it's me again! (i'm thinking of getting a patent for this phrase ahaha) 

1st I'm very glad that my messages make you happy there's a lot of care into them AND your writing makes ME very happy so, feels like a fair trade. 

2nd SOTB IS SO ROMANTIC LIKE!!! I love how she combines a more mystical/ethereal view of love to a very mundane and domestic side of it <3 Also I agree very much, love the version with more lana, I think it really suits her voice.

3rd omg which other album would make your top three??? this is now a very serious question. And also, COWBOY LIKE ME AU WHENNN. 

4th IT WAS LOUIS' HATER ERA BUT I LOVE IT SOOOOO MUCH. I love him throughout the whole fic tbh, I think sometimes authors when writing ""enemies"" to lovers (i mean are they really enemies if Harry was in love with him FOR MONTHS 💀) either make the first conflict too harsh or then make characters' reaction not proportionate at all with the event itself but I think that Louis' behavior in yours was so credible, I really really loved dtl. 

5th I WANT TO GO. I live in europe sooo I thought I had already gotten over my "I wanna live in the USA when I grow up 😍" era, but reading your descriptions of Cleveland made me want to AT LEAST go there to visit it. 

6th OK SO. I HAVE STARTED THE INNINGS. IN FACT, I'VE READ ALMOST ALL OF THEM. I think the next one is the tenth. I'm trying to save them because I usually read really fast (I read write this down in like... two days........) but I've been struggling with finding new fics (if you have any recommendations plz do tell) and I'm not ready to finish the innings because then I won't have any ""new dtl content" for when I'm really struggling with finding something to read before bed. so. yeah. who knows. in a month I've read 10 innings so it probably won't last much longer ahahah BUT I'M LOVING IT SO SO MUCH. I could probably give you a review on each of the innings and explain why I loved every single one of them but I reckon that would make a too long of tumblr ask so... I won't ❤️ but I will say that I LOVE HARRY SO MUCH. like I love dtl louis in the sense of: I would love to be his friend, I would love to hang out with him. HARRY THOUGH??? He's like: COMFORT CHARACTER. I KNOW I ALREADY SAID THIS BEFOFE BUT HE REALLY IS. THE FIRST INNING??????? KNOWING HIS INNER THOUGHTS????? like. I can't. I CANT. Don't think I'll survive dtl (harry's version) :)))

(also!!!! I didn't know anything about baseball before I read dtl and I thought it would be good to have a mere idea of the game before starting the fic so I spent approximately 3 hours on youtube watching videos like "how to play baseball (BASICS)" or "how to play baseball (BASICS (FOR EUROPEANS WHO HAVE NEVER WATCHED A GAME))", just kidding this last one didn't exist. BUT IT SHOULD. It would've been helpful. Anyway rn I still haven't started supporting a team (bc honestly I get very overwhelmed with the amount of games and since my knowledge of RL baseball is close to 0 I'm not sure how I'm supposed to watch it or how do people usually follow the season) BUT I WILL SAY THAT I DONT THINK I COULD EVER SUPPORT THE CUBS. Just bc in my mind they're forever meanies and I just can't. So thanks for that!!!!!)

7th IM SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU HAVE PREPARED FOR THEM. I SWEAR TIS THE DAMN SEASON AND I'VE STARTED LISTENING TO EVERMORE AGAIN AND I REALLY FEEL THE SUDDEN NEED TO REREAD WRITE THIS DOWN. but I think I'm going to save it for christmas cause I think it will be sooo comforting because HOLIDAYS. So, until then I'll just listen to evermore and think about them.

8th whiiiiich brings me to the point of this whole ask! I watched the eras tour film today and when it got to champagne problems all I could think about was liam. Like my friends were crying (we're all very devoted Taylor/Louis/Harry fans) and I was thinking about the fact that Liam did buy champagne. In your fic. Honestly I was thinking about them the whole time. So yeah, you have officially altered the way I perceive evermore, thank you so much.

9th (bc 9 innings) have you been to the eras tour? or have you watched the film?? If no to both YOU NEED TO WATCH THE FILM as soon as it's available!!! it's so good!! If yes to both, what did you think of it? If yes to one of them and no to other, plz do ramble about it, I'd love to hear (read) your thoughts.

ANYWAY this is once again VERY long. IM SORRY! I hope you have a great weekend AND THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING SO SWEET AND TALKATIVE IN YOUR REPLIES!!! 💓 I LOVE YOU!!!! :) 

HIIIIIIIIIIIII <33333 i am back to answer after a bit of a hiatus :-)))) ((writing took over my LIFE this past month. i am so behind in EVERYTHING 😭♥️)) but omg anyway i am BACK!!

stoppppp i love the idea of a tradeoff between my stories and these comments??? that is simply??? so cute i will sob :'))))

I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE YOUR ANALYSIS OF SOTB S O MUCH!!!! like the juxtaposition between the sheer impractical allure of it all to how NORMAL life becomes between two long term partners??? sahhsldfjsfsf i think that's why i love the line "my flight was awful thanks for asking" sO MUCH like UGH

OOOOOOO i loveeeeeeee this question! so my top three taylor albums are: evermore, speak now (taylor's version), and folklore!!!! i love every album she has ever released, but those 3 are so special to meeee

LOUIS THE HATER <3 love him sm. he's so perfect and so unserious sjflsdfjsdjfsf but i also have those same reservations with enemies to lovers so i am so happy to know down the line still felt realistic!!! i LOVE tropes when it's enemies to lovers on the surface, but it's so obvious that only one takes the rivalry seriously sdfjksdfjsf and writing smitten harry always makes me so happy!!!

and AHHHHHHHHH i am so happy to be of service with that particular mission:'))))))))) i can attest to cleveland being a wonderful place to visit, if it's possible <3333 i have been to europe once but would love to see more countries and cities in the future!!!!!

AND AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! THE EXTRA INNINGS!!!!!! i love that you are trying to read them slower (reading write this down in two days is SO IMPRESSIVE i CANT). it also makes me giggle because i am pretty sure this ask was sent in before innings 13-15 were published, so!!!!! i hope you enjoyed those three monsters (writing those was.... a lot hajlfasjfsdlf). i need to make a fic rec list sooooooon! i have so many! my favorite fic of all time is mine would be you by crinkle-eyed-boo! :-) but AHHHHHHH i am so so so happy you love down the line harry so much! i simply want my own personal dtl harry???? like where can i find one of him???? he's just a baby????? :'))))))) i love everyone in dtl but he's just so special i aDORE HIM <3333 but also ALSO ALSO i am giggling at all the effort you put into learning about baseball!!! i love the dedication!!!!! ((a video for europeans especially is such a good idea i will get on that sjdfjlsfsdfsdf)) i actually made a powerpoint explaining baseball basics for my one friend! i should link in on ao3 so you all have it hehehehe aLSO ALSO ALSO ALSO- if you still need a team to root for.... might i suggest the cleveland guardians :D

AND :'))))))) it is officially OFFICIALLY evermore season!!!! tis the damn season!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is truly the ideal time to read write this down. i will be playing my evermore vinyl on repeat for the next month :')

BUT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD OH NO I AM CRYING FOR YOU???? THAT IS SO DEVASTATING?????? POOR LIAM 😭😭😭😭😭 i feel your pain so much though because so many songs on evermore now remind me SO MUCH of write this down and it HURTS

AND!!! i have been to the era's tour!!!!!! i went to pittsburgh night two and my surprise songs were story of us and seven and it was the best night of my life! i dressed up as a speak now disco ball. it was just ahhsldfjsdlkfjskflsf. evermore was my favorite era of the night. tis the damn season. marjorie. TOLERATE IT. like are you KIDDING???????????? i also loved the pure joy in the stadium during the fearless set. and she had so many of my favorite songs on the setlist. im just aljdsfklsjfskfjsf i would love to relive that night again and again :') and i saw the movie the day it was released! i may actually go see it again this week with some family!!!!! i love it so so so so much! are you seeing the era's tour??? :')

♥️♥️♥️ i am so sorry it has taken me a million and one years to answer your message, but i hope you are doing well and you may always always always feel free to ramble in my asks i love these messages SO MUCH <333333

[itsallyscorner]

Can you write a little mix member x avengers cast?? Maybe?

Hello love! Thank you for the request, I apologize for taking so long to work on it! I’ve written this as a headcanon, since I haven’t done any of those in a while. I hope you like it❤️

💌.

The Marvel Cast Finds Out You’re In Little Mix

Why is this lowkey a crack fic/headcanon😭💀

Alrighty so, I feel like they probably wouldn’t know you’re part of a band or who Little Mix is.

Since SADLY, the girls aren’t as big in the States as we’d like them to be:(

The people who definitely might know you are ✨The Brits✨ and Scarlett because she has a young daughter who probably listened to Wings or something—kids find everything on the internet these days.

Working with Marvel was your first acting gig; so none of them knew anything about you or if you’ve been in other films, etc.

Except for Tom Holland, who was lowkey fangirling at the fact he gets to work with one of the Little Mix members.

Side note: he’ll be deeply offended when he figures out the others don’t know about Little Mix or that you can sing.

The rest of the cast (RDJ, Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Seb, Lizzie, etc.) had a hunch that you were some kind of writer.

You were always humming to yourself and writing in your notebook or typing down notes in your phone when something came to mind.

Though they didn’t pry at your business because—well, it wasn’t their business.

They could find out about your other job through many ways. Maybe you guys are doing promo and some interviewers mention the band and things about a new album, to which most of them were confused about.

“So (Y/n), I know this is your first time acting. How different was it from performing on stage and acting on camera?”

Everyone’s attention would be on you (this is a panel btw) Mackie’s looking at the back of your head in confusion, Robert fully turns in his seat to look at you, Lizzie is also curious, Evans is looking between you and the reporter—everyone is just confused.

“Performing on stage? Did you do Broadway (y/n/n)?” Evans asked. Tom (Holland) scoffed shaking his head, disgusted to be part of this group of uncultured swines.

You chuckled and shook your head, “No, I’m a singer. I’m part of a girlband.”

The whole cast gasped in shock. Mackie let out a loud “WHAT?!”. Robert leaned even closer to you trying to see if you were lying. Others whispered amongst themselves asking each other if they knew.

Tom (Holland) just sat back watching everyone’s reactions along with you. Amused at the amount of questions that were suddenly being thrown your way.

He’d also be quick to add, “NOT just ANY girlband, but the biggest girlband on the planet.”

For clarification, Tom’s a very proud Mixer.

Scarlett finally recognized you, knowing that she’s seen you somewhere before, but could never put her finger onto it. “Wait you’re from Little Mix!”

“THANK YOU! FINALLY SOMEONE WITH SOME TASTE!” Tom yelled, dramatically turning to Scarlett.

After the initial shock, everyone was very curious. They wanted to hear your music, wanted to know the other members, when your next tour was—they were very ecstatic.

When you guys finally reached London for the press tour, there was a lot of hype for Little Mix because you guys were going to finally reunite after months of being apart.

The girls were allowed to visit set, but since you guys were working on your new album, they were stuck in London. You were relocated to Atlanta, filming an Avengers movie and working on the album via FaceTime/Zoom.

You and the girls reunite the same night you land in London! As tired as you were, the five of you hung out in your hotel room.

You were all excited for the days to come. Not only were you doing promo for the movie but you and the girls were going to be performing again on night time talk shows and were having a Live Lounge session with BBC Radio 1.

The panel of the cast discovering you were part of a band went viral. Many of the fans couldn’t believe they didn’t know about your other job.

There were even edits going around social media of the cast looking clueless and or reacting to your ‘secret’.

Then there were ones like “Tom Holland being a Mixer for 10 minutes and 57 seconds straight”.

Your favorite one was where they zoomed in on everyone’s confused expression while that one Nicki Minaj song played in the background.

It was mentioned in almost every interview after it went viral.

“So none of you had a clue that (y/n) was also a singer? Like at all?”

“I didn’t even know homegirl could sing, matter of fact I never imagined her to be in a girlband.” — Anthony Mackie

“I had a hunch that she was a musician or artist, but no one ever listens to me.” — Chris Evans

“(Y/n)’s in a girlband? Since when?” — Paul Rudd

“After we found out, I listened to all six of their albums on the flight here.” — Elizabeth Olsen

“Of course I knew, my music taste is immaculate compared to the others.” — Tom Holland

“Shut the fuck up, Tom.” — Anthony Mackie

“I really enjoy Black Magic, it reminds me of Wanda.” — Paul Bettany

The cast was so eager to hear you sing and watch you perform with the girls.

They finally got to do that when you invited them to the Live Lounge session. They also got to meet the girls.

You were very happy at that moment; seeing the two groups of people you love meeting each other and getting along meant a lot to you. It gave you a lil warm tingle in your heart.

Since there were no fans in the studio, it was only you and the girls, the band, and a bunch of the Avengers.

While the cameras rolled and you guys were performing, they were crowded together behind the scenes. Some of them were sitting on the carpeted floors or standing against the walls.

They were absolutely stunned when they heard you sing. You had a powerful voice that ranged from high to low, something they never expected of you.

When they heard you and the girls sing or harmonize with each other, it was like they were all in heaven.

“They sound like angels.”

“My ears are tingling, but like in a good way.”

“Seriously, how did we not know she can sing like this?”

“Hear me out—this is a perfect reason as to why we should have an Avengers musical.”

“Chris if we hear you bring up a damn musical one more time I swear.”

“Their voices go so well together, how do they even do that?”

Scarlett would secretly film videos to show her daughter. I have a feeling that Evans, Tom, RDJ, Sebby, and Mark would record some parts as well and would post it onto their Insta stories.

When fans found out they were at the Live Lounge they freaked out.

Ever since they found out you were in a band, they’ve been the biggest fans and supporters of the group.

They’re always promoting your albums on their social media accounts without you even asking.

Privately and publicly praising you guys for performances or achievements.

Your two main groups clashed and now everyone was friends. It was definitely the most weirdest collision— Little Mix and the cast of the Avengers. But it worked out perfectly.

Everyone got along with each other and the girls would always visit you on set.

They’re always playing the band’s song in the background on set.

Most of them won’t admit, but they definitely memorized the lyrics to almost every song.

*cough cough* Mackie and Hemsworth

I feel like Samuel L. Jackson would join in on the action too, one way or another. Somehow he got looped in.

ANOTHER THING OMG, they would definitely stand up for you and the girls whenever Piers Morgan or some asshole hates on you guys or pulls a jab on you all.

Best beileve Evans will be calling him out publicly on Twitter.

“Why are you so worried about a bunch of talented women who are doing their job and bringing happiness to others? They’ve done nothing to you, you’re always the one making jabs at them. Leave them alone you fucking British meatball.”

I feel like Robert helped you and the girls find a better management company after learning about the unfair treatment you all faced under Simon’s care.

In conclusion: The Marvel cast would be ecstatic to learn about you being a singer and they’d become your biggest fans. They truly adore you and the girls for your amazing talent :’)

[stormblessed95]

hi storm!!! love ur blog :D have we ever spoken about that one comeback live (i think it was the LY one in LA?? i could be wrong) where jungkooks mission was to touch the guys’ noses! jimin seemed genuinely upset when he found out it was just a mission and not jungkook just being cute with him :c i cant help but feel if it was any other member jimin wouldnt have such a reaction like that and would have just laughed it off...

Hello anon!! Sorry it took me so long to get to this, but we are here now 💜💜 that moment comes from the 180518 Comeback vlive in LA to celebrate the release of their album LY: Tear, so you are correct! Here is the link to the full original vlive, honestly this is just full of cute and sweet moments:

It's an hour long and you should definitely watch it if you haven't already, it's so cute and so funny. Let's talk about it!

It starts off by sharing "news" about each member. Jhope with a new cuff earring. Suga who did a Roly poly squat every on set and had him demonstrate. Tae being made an official part of the dance line. Jin being a fashionista and spray painting his pants. Jimin being a memory squirrel, taking lots of pictures on set. Jungkook being a track star running over falling floors on set. And RM and his efforts to cry on demand by Watching lots of sad movies. Lol God, they are all so random and funny. One thing I will just casually point out to everyone here though is how super close Jimin and JK are squished together even though no one else really is and they had plenty of room on that couch to NOT have to be as close as they were.

They all talk about their individual reports, mention their outfits, talk about the upcoming album. Jungkook gets asked to talk about what makes this album different from Wings and he goes on a long winded rant basically about it while Jimin pretends to be holding a mic for him and just giggling his head off the whole time while JK smiles at his giggles too. I swear, they were so soft and flirty this whole vlive. There were so many moments.

Some of them being:

▪️A full body check out from Jungkook when Jimin was demonstrating a small spoiler for the emotions of Fake Love and standing right in front of him.

▫️ Jimin gushing over Magic Shop and all his heart eyes at JK while saying he put his utmost effort into recording that song

▪️Hobi pulling a Jungkook PC out of the album and Jimin wanting it.

▫️Jimin scolding JK for complaining about Hobi being loud by saying "Jungkookie, you've been so impolite after building up your muscles" and smirking at him lol

▪️The insanely flirty Jimin-ssi's and overly giggly Jimin as he ties up Jungkook's blindfold for him and all the little touches exchanged. The VIBES omg

▫️After turning in their photoboards to the production staff, JK went to go sit down and automatically went to go sit right nex to Jimin. Stood there for a second waiting for room to sit down before realizing they were supposed to sit with their teams and went back to the other couch. Lol

▪️Jimins "is it me?" Comment when JK talks about dancing and JKs caught off guard, slightly scolding "be quiet."

Some of my favorite moments from the other members would include:

▫️Jhope accidentally spoiling a bit of Suga's rap from Outro: Tear when he was talking about how hard it was to write his verse. Lol

▪️Jin again spoiling part of the melody from Suga's rap from Tear. Lol they are doing it on purpose at this point I swear

▫️Hobi telling us how excited Jimin was when they first heard Fake Love and that he was would go crazy dancing in the shower, and Jimin demonstrated his moves for us too 😂

▪️The Entirety of the jacket shooting making film they showed for the Tear album

▫️JK complaining that their team doesn't have a highlighter for the game and Suga saying that it's because "Jungkook IS our highlighter" 🥺

▪️MinNamJin and Taekook curled up together with chins over shoulders trying to find their words in the album in a short period of time looking so cute

▫️Suga saying the game doesn't matter as long as it makes BTS look pretty

▪️Everyone struggling to blindfold Tae with the puppy hat on and then they give it to Jimin to do and RM says "Jimin do it with your care and love

And here is where we can see/find out about Jungkook's mission, in the second vlive posted later from this same event:

They ALL got missions. Jimins mission was to spill water twice while drinking. Jhopes mission was to dance 5 times. Jin had to give a high five to all the other members. Tae had to blow kisses twice. RM had to sit in everyone's seats. Suga had to hum to 5 BTS songs, DNA, spring day, Gogo, dope, and Fire. And Jungkook had to touch everyone's nose.

Now the kicker for this was that had to complete their mission WITHOUT anyone knowing they were doing a mission. If someone called them on what their mission was and got it right, they would automatically fail the mission.

Now we could continue on and talk about everyone doing their missions, but less just talk about JKs here. What I think is more noteworthy (to me at least) then Jimins reaction to hearing his mission, is how he completed it. With every other member, JK created an excuse. A reason he had to touch said members nose. With Tae it was because he told Tae he had something on his nose and was helping rub it off, even going so far as to "wipe" the offending dirt or smudge off on Tae's jacket. Lol He touched Jin, RM and Hobi's noses by "assisting" with the blindfolds during the game, making sure they were tight along the nose Bridge so they couldn't see, and getting to pinch their noses for his mission. For Suga he touched his nose under the guise of trying to find his face while blindfolded for the photo he needed to take. But with Jimin?? Nope, no excuse needed. He just went "Jimin-ssi" to get him to look over at him and then gave him a little nose boop. Just tapped him right on the nose and Jimin simply smiled all happy at him after.

Here is actually a small little compilation of JK touching everyone's nose where you can see the excuses needed and then the cute little boop on Jimin randomly right at the end:

Now when the missions are revealed, only RM and Jungkook completed their missions successfully. Jimins reaction was more of a neutral face and he turned to look back at JK when it was announced that his was nose touching. Tae was smiling because he said he knew what it was, but it still passed since JK told him what his mission was later on afterwards, he didn't figure it out on his own.

Personally, no I don't think he was really upset about finding out it was a mission. Honestly, JK took his mission and used it as a chance to flirt with Jimin fairly openly. Lol he turned when Vhope both did when they were saying he suceeded, but otherwise didn't really look bothered, just neutral. He kept the same facial expression through the rest of the announcement and his facial expression was the exact same even BEFORE JKs mission was revealed. We can see it here when they were talking about RMs mission and Jimin was saying "wow, I didn't even notice":

So I really don't think he was upset at finding out it was a mission, I think that was just his resting face through that whole little segment of listening to the production staff and knowing he was going to recieve a penalty too. Lol he was right back to smiling and falling over laughing as he and the other members did the penalties. If you want an example of Jimin really looking not happy, maybe a little upset at finding out that JKs mission was just a mission, look at the 2015 thank you mission reveals. That was another case of JK using his mission as an excuse to flirt with Jimin too. I talk about it in another post here:

Thanks for the ask!! This is seriously such a cute vlive, I loved rewatching it and talking about all these moments plus the cute little nose boop! Hope this helped some! These are of course, all just my opinions. You are free to agree or disagree with them.

Hope everyone has a good day!!

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

too soon to tell, chapter t w o

You dropped your bag in the foyer of Harry’s house after work on a Thursday. It was quiet--he wasn’t home yet and you’d keyed in knowing that you’d have some time to yourself.

You felt a vibrating in your pocket when you shrugged off your coat, your visible reflection told you it was a FaceTime call, Alyssa’s name danced across the screen until you slid your thumb to answer.

“Hello, hello,” you greeted, walking to find a seat on the couch.

“Where are you?” She furrowed her brows as she took in your surroundings.

“At Harry’s--he’s out, though.”

She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “I will never get sick of you lounging in his house when he’s not there.”

You rolled your eyes at your old roommate’s antics--she’d always been the number one supporter of your relationship and when you texted her earlier saying you needed advice, she promised to call on her lunch break.

“I’m not lounging,” you informed with a shake of your head. “I just got out of work, we’re having dinner tonight.”

“Mr. Popstar isn’t too busy?” She teased, aware of the tension both of your schedules had been causing.

“Apparently not.”

She forked a bite of food into her mouth, the sun was shining through the window behind her, the walls of your old apartment were redecorated now with the art of your replacement. “Is that what you wanted to talk about?”

“Sort of,” you leaned back and let out a breath. “I mean, it’s all connected--”

“What is?”

“I’m getting to it,” you made a face at her through the phone. “So--don’t freak out, okay? Cause I don’t even know if anything will come from it and Harry doesn’t know yet.”

She nodded and gestured with her hand for you to get on with it.

Knowing Alyssa, she was already jumping to conclusions in her head. You were pregnant, you were engaged, you quit your job, you had a huge fight with your sister. No, no, no.

“I interviewed for a job in LA...and I haven’t told Harry because all our friends have been so excited about us being in the same spot again but--”

Her eyes went wide at the mention of a US city, she did her best to hold back her smile until it faded when you said: “I don’t know. Something feels off between us.”

“Off between you and Harry? More than just being busy?”

“I’m probably overthinking it but,” you looked around his living room. Pictures of his mum, his sister, his cousins--even his manager--were tucked in frames and placed on shelves. There wasn’t a trace of you in his house except for the toothbrush upstairs and the key on your keyring.

“It feels like we’re not moving forward. And we’ve both been busy, like I’ve told you, but since we don’t live together sometimes we go days without seeing each other and it’s fine, I get that he’s busy, obviously, but--”

“But you want to move in with him.”

“Well, I don’t know--I did, sort of, I think--but then I heard about this job in LA and it sounds amazing but Jessie just moved here and no one will shut up about how great London is.”

Alyssa offered a sympathetic frown and repositioned the bowl in front of her to get another bite. “What’s the job?”

You almost didn’t want to tell her, sure she’d get excited and eager to have you back in the same country. You winced a little, bracing for her reaction. “S��with E! News,” you shrugged. “It’d be on-air.”

“Shut up! Are you serious?!”

“Yes m’serious,” you rolled your eyes. “But I haven’t told any of them because you know how they are.”

She nodded, “Jessie will not want you to take it.”

“God love her, but of course not. And Harry spends time out there, so it might be okay, but it’s not like I could ask him to go with me.”

“Why not? He’s famous, Y/N--he belongs there.”

“It’s too soon,” you whined. “He’s not my fiancé and we don’t live together, so--I don’t want to make it weird.”

“But you love him,” she reasoned.

“Yeah, but s’been weird lately!" You tried to drive home the point. "He’s made no mention of moving in and we’ve been dating for a year and a half, I’ve been in London for over a year now. He’s not even mentioned it, Alyssa, I swear. He’ll say things like ‘one day we can go on vacation,’ and ‘what should we do for Christmas?’ But he’s made no concrete plans to actually have a future with me.”

“Maybe he doesn’t think you’re ready.”

“Maybe he’s not ready,” you volleyed.

“Maybe,” Alyssa shrugged. “But you won’t know if you don’t ask him.”

“But if I ask him and he’s not on the same page I’ll look like an idiot and he’s busy with the album and now I’m thinking about moving to LA and--”

She watched you, waited for you to say more, but you were out of words. You changed gears.

“Maybe we’re just not meant to be long term.”

“Oh come on,” she groaned. “Not this again.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Your whole ‘we should have left it in New York’ shit.”

You lifted your eyebrows to demand further details.

“You were freaked out in the beginning that you’d move back there and it would be weird.”

“And?”

“Was it weird?”

“Not at first, I guess. But I mean, come on---don’t you think we should have taken some kind of step forward by now? Even just mentioning the idea of moving in together?”

“I don’t know,” she said truthfully. “Maybe it’s different with someone like him.”

You rolled your eyes--what if that’s what you were sick of?

People always said that: it’s different because of his job, it’s different because he’s on the road, it’s different because he’s famous.

Of course it was, and that was fine, for a while. But what if Harry’s job always got in the way of feeling normal? What if you couldn’t have a real wedding because of it? What if you could never send your children to summer camp because of it?

Were you willing to sacrifice your own future to live an unconventional life with someone just because you loved him?

“When will you hear back about the job?”

“Dunno--talked to them last week on Monday and they said this week at some point. S'been a while, so hopefully soon.”

You’d been keeping busy, trying to avoid your personal email at all costs and also making sure that Harry had limited visibility of your screen at all times.

“Do you want it?”

You thought on it for a second. Being offered a job at a company like E! would certainly be an ego boost, but the mere thought of having to explain to all of your friends that yes, you’d been back in London for 18 months and now you were packing up and moving even farther away than before wouldn’t be easy. That seemed to be the one certainty in the whole situation: no one would take it well.

“I don’t want to leave everyone here, especially Harry--but I also don’t want to be stupid and think that this relationship is going somewhere if it’s not.”

Alyssa nodded and let out a sigh. “I get that, I mean, of course you have to do what’s best for you. But I’d hate to see you not be with him just because things are hard right now.”

You leaned your head back on the couch and sighed. You didn’t want to break up with Harry. If anything, you wanted to move forward and move in with him and do what you’d always imagined: have a good job, have a few kids, try to be happy.

But what if you’d been naive enough to think you could have all of that with Harry and what if this is how you were finding out that you couldn’t?

Were you still stuck in your teenage fantasy of marrying the boy you'd long been crushing on?

She watched you for a second before she reassured: “you’ll figure it out.”

You smiled, glad you’d called Alyssa if only to have someone talk you off the edge a little bit. You missed waking up one room over and her love for basketball games and New York 99 cent pizza.

“Well it’s not like I have to make a decision right now,” you said. “I haven’t even heard back from them. For all I know they could never reach out again because I bombed my interview.”

She rolled her eyes at your self-deprecation and offered a few final words of encouragement before you hung up and promised to catch up soon.

Ever since you’d left, Alyssa had taken it upon herself to keep you up to date on the ins and outs of New York. New restaurant? She’d send you pictures and a 200 word review. Crazy subway rats making the news again? Articles and video proof would be sent your way in a matter of hours.

She’d gotten a new roommate to fill your bedroom and apparently things weren’t always peachy between them. Peyton was quiet and shy--according to Alyssa. She was up every morning at 6am and in the shower at 6:30. She did yoga in the living room and hated it when Alyssa left empty beer bottles on the coffee table.

Alyssa was starting to lose her shit, swearing up and down that she needed to either pull the trigger and move in with Owen or find a new place altogether. It was my apartment first, she’d say. She should leave, not me.

It had been hard that year to leave the city you’d grown to love but harder to leave Alyssa and Carly and the things that made New York feel like home. It was also, in hindsight, hard to leave the place where you and Harry reconnected and built the foundation of your current relationship.

You heard commotion from the front door only a few minutes later when you rummaged through Harry’s kitchen for a snack.

“Hi,” he called from the other room, a close-lipped smile when you stuck your head around the corner to greet him.

“Hi! How was the photoshoot?”

“Good,” he nodded, watching as you stuck your hand into a box of crackers. “What time are we meeting everyone?”

Right--Thursday also meant dinner somewhere downtown with everyone in tow.

“7pm--but Jessie said we should try to get there early since it’s a new place and no one’s ever been.”

He nodded in acknowledgement of your words but seemed distracted, like his mind was somewhere else and his body was the only thing tying him to the room.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, looking back up at you. “Just a busy day and a busy week.”

You nodded, unsure if he wanted to say more or if you were supposed to have more of a reply than a simple nod of your head.

You’d both been stammering out awkward sentences and trying to dance around the elephant in the room for a few weeks, but now, under his gaze, you felt more uncertain than before.

“Are you okay?” He turned the question around and watched you closely.

“Yeah,” you shrugged, moving to sit on the couch.

“You seem--off.”

You didn’t know what it was. Could he possibly sense the tension in your shoulders as you waited for an email either way? You got the job! We regret to inform you…

Or was he just aware that you felt awkward since it had been almost two weeks since you had any considerable amount of alone time and even longer since you were able to have a date night that wasn’t interrupted by Jeff or Erica or someone who needed something from him.

He took a few steps closer towards you, a look of concern etched on his features. “What’s wrong?”

The words were on the tip of your tongue when he looked at you, eyebrows lifted as he waited for you to spit it out.

“I guess I feel like we’ve been distant.”

He pushed his head forward, almost like he hadn’t expected that to be the issue. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, caught off guard by his pushiness. Maybe you shouldn’t have brought it up.

“You don’t know?” He pressed.

You broke eye contact with him for a minute, wondering why you had to state the obvious. “Well, you’re busy all the time, Harry.”

He let his shoulders rise and fall in defeat, looking around the room in frustration. “I told you that finishing the album would be busy.”

“Yeah, but you forgot to mention that you’d also be busy when the album is done once promo starts and then tour,” your voice was quiet, not so much angry as you were upset.

You were tired. You wanted nothing more than to spend a night on the couch with him and only him, tell him about LA and about the sudden itch you felt to see more of the world than just London.

But with Jake and Adam always around and Bryn and Jessie, too, paired with interruptions from Jeff and Erica--it felt as if there was no hope for a private or honest conversation.

He came to sit closer to you on the couch now, took your hands in his. “I know my job is a lot, okay? I know it’s annoying that I don’t necessarily get weekends off or have a typical schedule, but once the album is out and the promo is done I’ll have a bit of a break before the tour. We can go on vacation somewhere, just us.”

It sounded nice, maybe a tropical island or a cabin in the woods. But before you could nod in agreement the thought of Los Angeles popped into your head.

His album was due out in December, promo from now through the New Year, some time off in February and March for both of your birthdays and then tour. You had no clue where you’d be by then.

Would you be in LA? Would you be in London? Would you be stuck in this same spot on his couch with decision paralysis and a crushing sense of uncertainty about the future?

He knew you were over-thinking and tilted his head. “What?”

You blew out a slow breath of air, twisted a ring on your finger and then looked up at him again.

You didn’t even have a chance to be more honest, a buzz on your phone on the coffee table in front of you both broke the room in half, the name of the woman you’d spoken to was in bold next to your email icon. You reached for it quickly, Harry’s brows furrowed when you pulled it close to your chest so he wouldn’t see.

“What’s that?”

Hi Y/N, thank you so much for your patience over the last few days. We would love to offer you a position with NBC Universal - E! News as an on-air correspondent in our Los Angeles headquarters.

You looked up at him quickly, cheeks red and heart racing.

“What’s happening, are you okay?”

“I got a job offer,” you said quickly, still holding the phone close to you.

“What?” He smiled, “why didn’t you tell me you were looking? I didn’t even know--”

“It’s in Los Angeles.”

His smile faded instantly, he blinked a few times like he must have misheard you. The leather of his couch felt cool beneath your legs, a clock on the wall ticked and for a second, you wondered if he could hear your pulse as loudly as you could.

He pulled his eyes away from you but then quickly scanned over your face. “Are you taking it?”

“I don’t know,” you said honestly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Silence, words filled your brain and crawled up the back of your throat, desperate to be said out loud, in real life, instead of just circling in your head.

Because I don’t know what we’re doing or if we’re moving forward. I don’t know where I want to live. I don’t know if I can stay in London forever. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.

Only the last part made it out between your lips. “I don’t know.”

“Y/N,” he stood up, more angry now as he looked around the room and scratched at the base of his neck. “This kind of feels like a bombshell to drop on someone.”

“I was going to tell you--but we haven’t had a second alone, I just didn’t want to have to tell everyone before I knew what was happening.”

“You didn’t even tell me you interviewed,” he said.

“The last time I saw you alone we got interrupted by Erica three times in one conversation.”

“Probably for a good reason--”

“But you seriously can’t even put your phone down lately when we have dinner, even when everyone else is there!”

“I can’t help it that my work is insanely busy right now!”

“I don’t want to fight with you,” you said this quickly, voice higher than usual and a heat on your skin that he normally didn’t provoke, at least not in a bad way. You stood from the couch and put your hands on your hips. “I don’t know what I’m going to do and I don’t even know if this job is right for me and under no circumstances are you allowed to tell anyone. Especially Jessie.”

He rolled his eyes at that.

“What’s the eye roll for?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Everyone just got back and now you might leave and--”

“I said I don’t know if I’m going to take it.”

He was quiet at that, clucked his tongue in thought but then disappeared upstairs to shower and change.

The car ride over was awkward, he asked how your day had been and you told him you talked to Alyssa, he bristled when you admitted you told her about it.

It wouldn’t be the end of the conversation, you were sure of that. You’d likely end up at his for the night and he’d apologize for being busy, you’d apologize for not telling him and maybe, you hoped, he’d ask you to stay over.

When you greeted Adam with a hug, you ignored Harry’s sour mood and opened the menu in front of you.

“My first dinner as a Londoner,” Jessie smiled, shimming her shoulders in excitement when Bryn looked over the specials across the table from you.

“This is on you, right? New job, new salary?” Jake teased.

“Maybe if I hadn’t just bought a whole new bedroom set,” she rolled her eyes.

“How’s everything with you?” Adam eyed Harry, his question veiled to avoid too many details in public.

Luckily, Harry’s ability to go out in public in London was similar to that in New York. As long as a private room or a table in the back was requested, he could typically get away unscathed if dinner was less than 2 hours and if he had his back to the dining room.

“Fine,” he shrugged, eyes still down at the drink menu.

“Fine?” Jessie leaned forward, her tone insinuating that she didn’t believe him. “You’ve been working really hard all summer and now all you say is ‘fine?’”

He glanced up at her, lips in a forced smile. “S’all good, Jess--just tired.”

Bryn gave you a look, one that asked what stick is up his ass?, before she changed the topic.

“Let’s not tell our server how fit she is tonight, yeah?”

Jake let out a snort of a laugh and sipped at the water that had already been brought to your table. “Alright, you thought the one last week was just as hot as I did.”

“I did,” Bryn agreed seriously, “but I didn’t offer my number unsolicited. How do you know she’s even straight?”

“She’s got a point,” Jessie chimed in. “Remember when you asked that girl to dance in the club when her girlfriend was right there with her arm around her?”

“I thought they were just mates!” Jake defended.

“You also have the worst radar for gay women ever,” Bryn nodded.

“When was this?” Harry asked, the hint of a smile on his face when he watched Jake adjust his napkin on his lap.

The words came out of your mouth without thought. “You weren’t here--you were in LA.”

He met your eyes when you replied, nodded, and then leaned back in his chair, effectively bowing out of the conversation without saying another word.

You weren’t trying to be short with him. You looked over to Jessie, who undoubtedly sensed the tension, and offered a smile. “How’s the flat?”

“Good,” she nodded. “Glad that all my furniture got put together without any scratches,” she reached over and patted Adam on the shoulder.

“We’re not children, Jessie, we can handle some furniture.”

“You broke my dresser when I asked you guys to move it into another room,” Bryn reminded, a look of confusion on her face at Adam’s retort.

“Only because it was already half broken and a piece of shit,” Jake said. “I love you, Brynnie, but that dresser was already knocking on Heaven’s door.”

Harry let out a laugh at that, another memory that he had missed while on a trip to a studio somewhere north of London. He excused himself to the bathroom after you placed your orders, and once he was out of earshot, Jake leaned down and looked at you.

“What’s going on with him?”

You forced a cheesy grin and blinked a few times. “He’s just grumpy.”

“‘Bout what?” Bryn asked.

“Guys,” you leaned back in your chair, hoping you didn’t have to say too much. “I can’t tell you every single thing that happens in our relationship.”

“Well, when it affects us I think we have the right to know,” Jessie shrugged, playing the typical we don’t like when our parents fight card.

“It’s not affecting you,” you shook your head, eyed her seriously over your glass of Pinot Noir.

Adam shrugged, a smirk on his face let you know he was trying to rile you up. “He’s grumpy at dinner and we’re all here and we’re all aware of it. We don’t like tension between you two.”

“Alright, leave the woman alone,” Jake waved them off. “As long as everything’s alright.”

“It’s totally alright,” you nodded, wondering when you’d gotten so comfortable lying to them. “He’s just busy with the next phase of work.”

With Harry’s album yet to be announced, you couldn’t sit around in a London restaurant and divulge details--even if you were all acutely aware of the work he’d put in and the upcoming announcements and events.

Adam let it go. “How’s work for you, Smalls?”

Another shrug of your shoulders, “s’good--I told you all about my November cover story, right?”

“Yeah,” Jessie sipped a glass of Cabernet. “But you said you didn’t know who it was going to be with.”

“Well, s’cause I had to drop the bomb on him first,” you nodded in the direction of the bathroom. “I’ll be sitting down in a few days with Ms. Gigi Hadid,” you lowered your voice and leaned forward to say her name.

Bryn’s eyes went wide, Jake grimaced.

“How’d he take that?” Adam asked.

“He’s not thrilled,” you admitted. “But I’ll talk with his team about what to avoid specifically, I guess. Her team will probably have a list of off-limits items too.”

Bryn let her elbows rest on the white tablecloth. “Yeah, but, you can’t just ignore the fact that she’s dating Zayn.”

“I also can’t just barge in and stir shit up,” you said.

Harry pulled his chair out next to you and sat back down. “Who are you stirring shit up with?”

Everyone chose to be quiet now--Adam looked down at his phone and Jessie reached for her wine again.

“Just telling them about my cover story,” you admitted, watching his face for a reaction.

He nodded, a tiny smirk in your direction. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t stir shit up,” he said, reaching to put a hand on your thigh beneath the table.

Those were the moments that made you feel less panicky--the realization that he was still choosing you and even when the tension was high and the mood was low, he’d reach over and remind you that yes, he cared. Even if he was late to dinner or distracted.

Which is why, when you got back in his car that night and headed for his house, you were surprised when his mood shifted again.

“I’ll just drop you at yours?”

“Oh--yeah, sure.”

“Did you want to come to mine?” He looked over at you like he hadn’t expected any resistance to sleeping separately.

You were quiet for a second--not if he didn’t want you there. “No, it’s fine.”

“I can’t read your mind, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to,” you said quickly, a prickly tone to your words when he made an unreadable face.

He drove in silence for a few minutes, closing in on your neighborhood when the street lamps disappeared for the sake of suburbia.

Eventually he cleared his throat and that sent you over the edge.

“What do you want me to say, Harry? Do you want me to apologize for interviewing for this job?”

“No,” he said simply. “I just don’t know why you thought you didn’t need to tell me about a huge decision like that.”

“It wasn’t a decision until today when they offered it to me.”

“Just seems like something you talk to your boyfriend about.”

You looked over at him in the dark of night, the glow from the dashboard didn’t help you see his features as he turned left onto your street.

“Well, sorry that we didn’t have the opportunity to talk about it between your work schedule and Jessie moving in and group dates--”

He slowed down on your street, put his flashers on when he stopped in front of your building. “I don’t want to keep secrets from each other,” his voice was softer now. “I don’t want to not know what’s going on in your life. I did enough of that for two years when we weren't talking.”

You sighed at this, the sentiment broke whatever anger was lurking inside you and when you looked up to see him, you wondered if you should ask him.

Are we ever going to move in together? Are we ever going to get engaged?

You figured the lead up to his sophomore album wasn’t the best time for that conversation. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you climbed the stairs to your flat alone.

**

A few days later you sat nervously in a conference room and watched as beads of sweat formed on the water glass in front of you. Tyler had brought you in, offered you a breath mint, and promised you’d be fine. When you asked him if the whole room was hot he said it was just you and your nerves--but the droplets of water that raced towards the wooden conference table begged to differ.

You’d gotten email after email this morning: one from Jeff with the rules he and Harry had come up with and eight from Gigi’s team with requests for snacks, topics to discuss, topics to avoid, lunch request, arrival and departure time, and a few extra regarding booking her photoshoot the next day.

A text lit up your screen when you tried to smooth your your hair in the reflection of your screen.

Jake Newcomb (10:42am): In case you’re wondering what to get me for my birthday, a video of Gigi Hadid saying she loves me would be perfect!

You ignored his text and felt a pang of disappointment in your gut, you thought it would have been Harry with words of encouragement.

He was fine with you doing the interview, he seemed to come around to the idea when he met with Jeff and had a chance to mark some things as off limits.

So far, his list was as follows:

Don’t publish anything too negative about anyone in the band (if she says anything negative about anyone in the band)

Harry and Jeff got to listen to the taped interview

Harry and Jeff got to read the article before you sent it off to your editor and could make suggestions to cut things if they felt it necessary.

It seemed silly, but you’d long been used to the lingo of contracts and riders and ground rules for things like these. You knew both Harry and Jeff trusted you, in fact, Jeff was now choosing to see this as a good opportunity for press before the announcement of Harry’s album.

Your biggest concern, truly, was not looking/sounding/acting like an idiot in a room alone with Gigi Hadid. Your second biggest concern was conducting a unique interview and writing a unique article.

You knew that Naomi and Tyler were nearby for support if needed, Tyler had already walked by the conference room three times to see if your subject had arrived and likely to make sure you hadn’t sweat through your blouse. You thought the commotion in the hallway was him until you saw a group of busy-looking people with cellphones and sunglasses.

“Hi,” you stood from your chair, extended a hand in her direction and offered your best professional smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Gigi, thanks for doing this interview.”

She seemed hesitant at first, smiled a little and shook your hand. “Happy to,” she said. She turned over her shoulder and locked eyes with the woman who seemed to be the most in-charge of the group. “I’m good,” she nodded.

They hustled out quickly, you stood frozen in place and watched as she took off her coat before sitting in the chair you’d pulled out for her. Once the door was shut behind her posse, she let out a sigh that bled into a frustrated laugh.

“I could never do an interview with all of them just loitering around--wouldn’t that be so weird?”

You nodded, mirrored her smile and had to remind your body how to move. Left foot, right, breathe, sit in the chair.

You weren’t really one to get star struck, but then again, you didn’t spend too much time with celebrities that weren’t Harry or his close friends. You certainly never sat down with a model like Gigi to have a conversation that could be as awkward as this one.

She checked her phone quickly but then put it face down on the table. “I am happy to do this, I know it might feel weird for us to be hanging out--but boys are stupid anyway.”

You smiled at this, immediately relaxed when she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs.

“Did you also get a whole list of things to not talk to me about?”

She stifled a laugh and rolled her eyes. “Zayn can be a man of few words but,” she looked down at your phone on the table. “Off the record--he had quite a bit to say when I told him you were doing the interview.”

“Off the record,” you laughed, “Harry did too. But how is Zayn?”

“He’s good--thinking about getting back in the studio at some point to start working on a new album, he’s been writing a bunch. Harry’s doing the same I assume?”

“Yes, yeah, he’s been really busy.”

“I know things might not have gone great between all of them at the end, but I don’t want this to be awkward for us.”

“Me neither. You can say as much or as little about the band as you’d like.”

She nodded, you figured it was time to give your pre-interview spiel.

“So, I’ll record us in a few seconds, you can obviously say ‘off the record’ if there’s something you don’t want me to include, but I like my interviews to be like conversations, basically. I’ll send someone on your team the recording when we’re done and a typed transcript. You’ll have 48-hours to look over it and revoke any statements that you don’t want me publishing or to clarify anything. After that I’ll write the story, send a final copy to your team before it gets finalized here, again, 48-hours to look it over and request any changes but at that time we don’t have to approve the requests. This is all in a document somewhere that someone probably signed for you--I’m sure your team is used to it, they know what they’re doing.”

You reached forward and pressed a few buttons on your phone, she watched until you looked up and told her: “It’s on now, so we’re recording and today is September 10th, 2019.”

She smiled like you were old friends. “Where do we start?”

“Is there somewhere you want to start?”

She leaned her head to the side. “We can jump right to it--”

“To what?”

“Oh come on,” she laughed. “Us talking about One Direction will make headlines for weeks.”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “It’s funny that us just sitting down together will be a big deal, right? As if we’ve got nothing better to talk about than them.”

“Sexism at it’s finest,” she admitted.

“Do you find that a lot in your industry?”

She thought on this for a second, looked out the window but nodded. “It’s unavoidable, in a lot of ways. I think there have been a lot of changes over the last few years to at least move us in the right direction, but we’ve got a long way to go.”

“How would you want to see it change for the better?”

“Well, I’d love to have more privacy about my love life, for one,” she caught herself, looked to you quickly as if she felt bad. “Off the record, we can talk about it here, it’s fine. It’s different to talk about it with a woman, number one. And you’re you, you get it.”

“We don’t have to talk about it,” you offered.

“No, I don’t mind. Unless you plan on asking me stupid things like how amazing is it to be dating someone as handsome as him or do I find that his job overshadows mine, we’re good. We can be back on the record, too,” she looked down at the numbers on your phone, eyeing the ticking of the recording clock.

“But do you know what I mean? No one asks guys questions like that--or they’re different, at least. People just want to know everything about your relationship when you’re a woman and they view you in the context of who you’re sleeping with.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I get that.”

She smiled, “it’s hard to date someone famous, isn’t it? Lots of rules around it.”

You were surprised by the genuine look in her eyes, despite her own status and contracts and income, she seemed to be acknowledging that the two of you shared a unique experience and were now brought together under strange circumstances.

“It’s definitely hard for me--but, isn’t it easier seeing as you also have an assistant and a manager and people to, I don’t know, facilitate things? Not to invalidate how hard it still is.”

She laughed at that, “Yeah, in some ways, probably. He’s really private though, which is good for us. We focus on ourselves and do our own thing most of the time.”

“Right--you seem pretty private about it for the most part.”

“Yeah,” she shrugged, reflecting on your words for a second. “I think to me it feels weird that my relationship status can make so much news, you know? Modeling is my job and obviously that’s not your typical nine-to-five but--I like to focus on my work and when male journalists are continuously obsessed with my love life, I find that weird. I mean, you get that, right? I’m sure it’s no different with Harry.”

You bit your lip, embarrassed at how she’d managed to turn it around. She was right--you’d been getting more and more annoyed with how much your relationship with Harry was dictating your life--and for some reason, you admitted this to her.

“People are much more interested in me because I’m dating him--but they’d be just as interested in you even if you weren’t.”

“Would they?” She tilted her head to the side, another rise and fall of her shoulders as she looked around the room. “I get what you’re saying, but sometimes it feels like dating him gave my career a huge boost. I don’t know, maybe I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, I totally get it. I feel the same way. I was building my career in New York and it was going well and I was writing fun stuff and making a name for myself and then I started hanging out with him and--”

“Everyone started to care more about you?”

“Exactly.”

You thought about the headlines, the articles, the pictures in tabloids that undoubtedly helped your name spread like wildfire through London and New York. You had to ignore it, most of the time, reassure yourself that you were a good journalist and a good employee and the good things in your career were not just a byproduct of the boy who slept in your bed.

She smiled knowingly, her lips in a thin line when she looked down to the tape recorder, almost like she felt guilty for steering the conversation in a different direction.

“Sorry,” you cleared your throat, sitting up straight. “Back to business.”

The conversation bled into more normal things: the upcoming fall fashion week, how she manages self-care when she’s busy jetting from city to city, and, try as you might, the two of you wound your way back to your commonalities a few times: sexism in your industries, life as young women dating famous men.

You thanked her profusely at the end and promised that Tyler would be in touch to confirm the date and time for her corresponding photoshoot later that week. She draped a Versace leather tote over her shoulder and seemed to float out of the office with a posse of beautiful people behind her.

You stood--still awestruck--in the hallway and watched as the elevator doors slid shut.

“She’s prettier in person,” Tyler said from beside you, a notebook in hand as he stared at the air she’d once occupied. “I didn’t know if that type of thing was possible but she’s definitely one of the prettiest humans I’ve ever seen.”

“She was nice,” you turned around to see Naomi behind him, also eager for more details. You headed back for your office in a trance, they scurried behind you as you thought aloud. “I mean, I didn’t think she’d be rude--but I didn’t know what to expect with the whole band history stuff.”

“Did you talk about that?”

“Less about the band and more about--” you blinked a few times and sat down at your desk, “sexism, what it’s like to be a woman dating a famous man and how that affects your career.”

Both of their eyes went wide, a smile tugged at Naomi’s lips when Tyler put a hand over his heart in shock.

“I’m sorry, so you’re telling me that you just had a heart to heart with Gigi Hadid about sexism and your boyfriends and--”

“I guess so,” you shrugged, just as surprised as they were.

**

You gave Harry fewer details that night over FaceTime as you brushed your teeth. He was somewhere in New York, disappointed that he’d miss Jake’s birthday dinner and celebration, but he promised to make it up to him when he got back.

He lifted a cup of tea to take a sip, light shone through the window behind him on your screen and he scrolled through emails on his laptop.

You spit into the sink, an ocean between you.

“Have you thought at all about the offer? You have to tell them by tomorrow, yeah?”

You nodded, wiped at your mouth with a towel and then crossed your arms. “I can stay, I mean--if you want me to.”

He made a face at that, leaned forward and furrowed his brows together. “Of course I want you to stay, Y/N, but I don’t want to be the reason you pass on something important."

You were quiet for a second, uncapped lotion before spreading some across your forehead.

"I'm sorry I didn't react well when you told me. I'm proud of you and it sounds like a phenomenal opportunity...I don't know, it's just the timing of it--"

You cut him off, “well none of this is ideal timing, Harry.”

“Do you mean with my album?”

“I mean with any of it,” you said truthfully. “The album, the job offer--”

“Well the album existed before the job offer,” he trailed off.

Only a matter of seconds and a handful of words had managed to get you elevated and angry and ready to fight. That was happening more easily, these days.

“So what am I supposed to do? Always come second? Make every decision in my life based off of your career and your music?”

“S’not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that--I dunno--I thought you knew what you were getting into.”

Quiet, your hands gripped the counter in your bathroom. Your bare feet were on the floor and you wondered why you were trying so hard to make everything work if things were only getting harder.

“That came out wrong,” he shook his head, the look on his face let you know he wanted to take it back.

“No, it didn’t." You let out a sharp laugh. "I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Take the job,” he said quickly, like he saw you reaching for the button to end the FaceTime call.

“What?”

“Take it. If it’ll make you happy, take it.”

“And what about us?”

“We figure it out,” he shrugged. “We try.”

You sighed, unsure what to say.

"It's Los Angeles," he said. "Not Antarctica."

You blew air between your lips, looked up at him for a second. The curl of hair that dipped onto his forehead, the way his mouth pulled up in the corner like it always had.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

His words didn’t offer any relief and you spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, tossing and turning and wondering how on earth you were supposed to make a decision.

Leaving him in London felt stupid. A few bumps in the road and you were ready to jump ship?

But staying and hoping for a ring or a shared address felt even stupider, somehow. You couldn’t pass up a dream job and hope that things would go well for your career if you weren’t going to work for it.

A few hours of rest came after 3am, your morning coffee was a tad bitter and the clouds in the sky seemed to match your mood. Maybe you should have spent more time thinking it over, talking it out, even calling your mum or Katie for advice.

But you couldn’t have told everyone about the job offer without a certain answer, and unfortunately, the person you wanted to talk to the most didn’t seem like he could be impartial.

You’d been upset, you’d been feeling disconnected from him, but that didn’t erase all of the good times and the happy memories you’d made, right?

Naomi and Tyler locked themselves in your office for lunch on Friday, they promised that they’d never tell your boss and they swore they supported you either way. Tyler used an expo marker to make a pros and cons list of staying in London and Naomi came up with a points system for each bullet on the list.

You stared at it, looked at the names of all of your friends, your family, your favorite cafes and restaurants in London. At the very bottom of what had become a long list of reasons to stay was his name.

And on the other side, Tyler’s poor drawing of an engagement ring sat beside a big question mark.

You didn’t know what the future held for you and Harry, and maybe that was okay. You didn’t know what would happen when you packed your life into a suitcase and moved to New York, but you’d survived to tell the tale.

They were quiet, eyes darting from the board back to you as they waited for you to say something.

You sighed, Tyler shifted on the couch in your office and Naomi smoothed out her blouse.

“I can’t take it,” you said.

Tyler’s eyes went wide, “really? You’re staying?”

“I can’t leave,” you shrugged. “I can’t leave him behind and leave my friends and start all over in a new city right as I’m really finding my groove here again.”

“Okay, I know we said we’d support you either way but I would have been fucking pissed if you went,” Tyler admitted, moving closer to wrap his arms around you.

You laughed, let him squeeze you before Naomi joined in.

“Me too,” she confessed, a smile on her face when she pulled away. “But I would have at least faked happy for you.”

You bit back the doubt and second-guessing, used their excitement to fuel a regretful email.

Thank you so much for the opportunity, but after careful consideration I cannot accept this position due to the geographical location.

Your thumb hovered over the small blue arrow, a wave of panic flooded through you when you hit send, like somehow, something inside of you knew that everything was about to change.

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[supercorpkid]

April Fools.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1515.

“Mom, I’m the most horrible person in the world.” You say as soon as Lena steps in the house.

“Your uncle Lex will be so sad to hear that he got dethroned.” She smiles, too proud of her own joke, and you smile back at her, getting distracted for a second. You remember what you were doing and stop smiling immediately.

Lena does her entire routine before going inside. She takes off her coat, hangs her purse on the hanger next to the door, before making her way to the kitchen.

“Mom, I’m serious.” You show her the broken glass on the kitchen floor and Lena furrows her brows. She has a moment of realization and she looks at you, mouth agape.

“No.” It’s the only thing she says.

“I’m sorry! I swear it was an accident.” You watch her coming closer and kneeling on the floor picking up a broken piece.

“Tell me this isn’t what I think it is!”

“Well-I-Yes?” You say, almost like an apology, and she looks up to you from the floor.

“What happened?” She’s getting angrier by the minute.

“I flew in and I didn’t-”

“YOU FLEW IN?” She stands up. She looks like she’s about to spit fire. “How many times did I tell you not to fly inside the house?”

“I know! It was an accident, I thought I had control!” You tell her trying to hold your laughter. You honestly don’t know how she’s falling for it. You flew in? Your powers are not even back yet. And you have a cast on your leg. It’s obviously not a good lie.

“You thought-My God! I swear I think you do this kind of stuff just to aggravate me.” Lena puts her hand on her forehead. “Clean it up.”

“Ok.” You drop your head low. “But can you hold this for me?” You ask, giving her the vase you presumably broke and she looks at you at loss. “April Fools.” You give her a smile and you hear her breathing deep before looking at you.

“I can’t believe you did this.” She looks annoyed, but you see she’s trying to hide a little smile on the corner of her lips.

“Mom. Mom.” You point at your leg. “I mean, it’s your fault you fell for it. I literally have a cast on my leg.”

“Yeah, yeah. I guess I walked right into that one.” She finally smiles a little. And you kiss her cheek. “You still have to clean it up, though.”

“Totally worth it.” You smile before cleaning the floor.

“The weirdest thing happened to me today.” Kara says landing inside of the living room, and you and Lena look up to her. “Every time I flew around in my Supergirl suit, people would just honk and wave.” She sits on the chair with a serious face trying to think what was going on. You press your lips together, trying really hard not to laugh.

“Is that a bad thing?” Lena asks, confused.

“No. I just… I don’t remember doing anything to make them celebrate my presence so much.” Kara says and you turn your head to the side, because it’s getting harder not to laugh.

Lena lifts her eyebrow at you, but says nothing.

“Well, honey, it’s probably just appreciation for your work.” Lena says and Kara stands up, agreeing. “Or…” She adds looking at Kara’s back. “Someone put a ‘honk and wave’ sign on your cape.

“WHAT?” Kara tries to look behind her cape, doing a little twist. She keeps turning around a few times and you can’t help but burst into laughter. “You didn’t!”

“I mean…” You point at her looking like a dog chasing its tail, and Lena helps her out of her cape.

“You! You! How did you do this?” Kara asks, looking at the printed words on her cape and you shrug. “Can I make it disappear?”

“You cannot.” You laugh your answer and Kara huffs sitting back down. She stares at her cape for two minutes.

“What am I going to do? Fly around with a ‘honk and wave’ cape?” She pouts and just imagining it, makes you laugh harder. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny! Why would you do this?”

“It’s April Fools.” You defend yourself and Lena agrees with her head.

“Believe me, I too was a part of this nonsense.” Lena takes Kara’s cape from her hands and looks at it, investigating it.

“I should ground you.” Kara says crossing her arms, and that, that is the funniest joke you’ve heard all day. You fall on the floor, laughing so hard your stomach hurts, and there are tears falling from your eyes. Kara’s eyebrows are pinched together. “I am not joking.”

“Sorry.” You wipe a tear and sit on the floor, looking back at her. “I thought you said you were going to ground me.”

You hear an annoyed hiss and you look at Lena who is looking at you like you’re in deep trouble. But you can’t be, it’s Kara. Kara doesn’t ground you, like ever. So, it’s cool.

“That’s exactly what I said.” She looks way too upset over a stupid joke. “And because you had this reaction, I think it’s the right thing to do.”

“What?” You sit up straight, looking shocked. “It was a joke! Just a prank. For April Fools.”

“You went too far. You ruined my cape. How do you want me to wear it now?”

“You could just stop wearing it all together. Capes are lame, anyway!”

“You’re lame.” Kara replies and your eyes widens. “And you’re grounded.”

“MOMMA!” You stand up in complete shock and disbelief. “You-But-You can’t.”

“I absolutely can! What? Do you think that only Lena has that type of authority?” Kara grabs her cape and gives it to you. “You’re grounded, and you’re going to fix this! Now-” She takes a deep breath. “Go to your room.”

“You can’t be serious!” You look at her face that looks extremely serious. “Are you? Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” Kara takes another deep breath. “Go to your room, young lady.”

Even Lena reacts to that. She makes a loud surprised sound and you look at her, almost asking for help. Lena shrugs, and you can see her eyes tinkling like she thinks that’s the sexiest thing Kara has ever done.

“Wow. Just wow.” You pull the cape completely out of her hands. “When did you become so old?”

She doesn’t answer and you make your way to your room, complete upset by the awful turn this took. Kara has never once grounded you herself. It’s always with Lena’s push or consent. And calling you ‘young lady’? Wow, that was a low blow.

You look at the cape knowing exactly how to remove the stupid ‘honk and wave’ joke, but you’re so mad you don’t want to do it. Regardless of how annoyed you are, you still do your best to remove the print from the thick fabric, and you do a pretty good job, making it look almost new.

It’s Kara who comes to tell you it’s time for you to go to bed, like they do it every night. So, she opens the door from your room, and without saying a word you give her the cape back. She examines it, looking satisfied with the result.

“Very well.” She says throwing her cape over her shoulders. You’re rolling your eyes and biting the inside of your mouth, looking very angry. “What’s with the face?”

“Are you serious?” You throw yourself in bed. “You grounded me.”

“Yeah, so?” Kara looks at you like you’re giving her attitude for nothing. “Lena grounds you all the time.”

“Yes! Lena! Not you. And certainly not over a joke!” You grunt. Kara gives you a little smile and that just makes you frown harder.

“Oh, what? Did I forget to say?” Kara comes closer to you. “Happy April fools, loser!” She then starts laughing at you, making you furrow your eyebrows harder.

“WHAT?” You bark, dumbfounded.

“What? You think you’re the only one who can pull pranks?” She throws herself, still laughing, next to you and wraps her arms around you. “I got you big time.”

“You-Wait.” There’s a smile trying to come out from your lips, but you hold it. “I’m not grounded?”

“No!” She takes her phone out of her pocket and goes to the album. “Look at your reaction when I said you were grounded.”

“You filmed it?” You’re beyond shocked and Kara is so proud of her prank you can’t even be mad at her for it. You two watch the video together, that Lena was filming by the way, and you laugh at your reaction and the expression you make when she says ‘young lady’.

“See, I’m still young at heart.” She kisses your cheek, getting up from the bed, and you smile at her. “By the way, it’s on! I can’t wait for next year.”

“It’s so on.” You agree and you also can’t wait for the next April Fools. You know Kara really well, and this whole thing just escalated to a prank war. It’s going to get wild and awesome!

[daniallricciardo]

How’s the DR brain rot going 😂

LMAO. Let me tell u a little story (and by little i mean way too long)

I have been aware of this man for a little over a year which was when @sambergscott first told me the rules of f1 and her fave drivers were lewis hamilton then daniel ricciardo. I was in the middle of writing my thesis as it was my last year of undergrad. I looked up a picture of this man and i instantly said NOPE. I can Not let myself pay attention to this man because if i do there’s no going back i will not write my thesis and i will do nothing but pay attention to this man.

2021 f1 season comes around and i put a few races on to enjoy @sambergscott’s reactions and turns out i rly like the sport which i did not expect. But still don’t have time to go down this rabbit hole so i caught clips of danny and fell in love but didn’t let myself GO DEEP

This carries on for all of 2021 and tbh i love this man! (rly i do! I cried when he won monza and cried when @sambergscott got me a danny ric christmas card!) but i have it all under control.

Fast forward to this month. Returning back to england where i now live after christmas i had to quarantine waiting for my PCR results. I was bored and alone and my RESOLVE BROKE. I went down the trap and i swear to god i watched 48 nonstop hours of videos of dear daniel. the brain rot is hard core man he is 90% of my thoughts on a daily basis and i’m like listening to every podcast he has been on and i have an album on my phone with like 200 pics of him. Brain is def rotting! But the rot is filled with pure joy when i look at him so!

TL;DR: If you measure it in productivity in my masters program the DR brain rot is terrible but if you measure it in happiness and love it’s Perfection! Thanks for asking!

P.S. @mcmuppetangelika tells me the brain rot becomes like white noise after awhile because it’s your new steady state can you confirm miss muppet

[writingbeary]

Kingdom - Reborn (pt.1)

Minyoung’s Outfit

Note:

Texts placed inside brackets are Kingdom’s show subtitles

Italicized texts are in English

Texts that are block quoted are interview cuts

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ATEEZ were sat around the table for a meeting and after reading through the comments from the experts they renewed their resolve to do well for the rest of the competition. They took first place for experts’ and group evaluation for Round 1 and so they were given the priviledge of choosing who they will exchange and reinterpret songs with for the theme Reborn, of which they chose iKON.

“They have many hip songs and the public knows their songs well.” Wooyoung answered when asked why they chose iKON among all the other groups

“I also think they have a lot of songs that can show our energy well.” Yunho added on to Wooyoung’s answer

(SF9’s stage)

“I wonder what song SF9-sunbaenim chose among THE BOYZ discography.” Minyoung wondered out loud

“What was it? You know the song you used to sing a lot?” Hongjoong asked looking at her

“Which one? I sang a lot of songs..” Minyoung tilted her head

“That one that goes like..” Hongjoong hummed the song as he remembers it

“Ah! That’s the chorus of <D.D.D>. But if SF9-sunbaenim chooses that song, is it..” Minyoung trailed off realizing that her next words could be misinterpreted, covering her mouth.

“Won’t they go for <Reveal>? I think that’s also a famous song?” Yeosang suggested

“Personally I think <Ego> or <Breaking Dawn> is closer to the style of SF9. Ah but <Breaking Dawn> is from a Japanese album so I guess not.” Minyoung confessed as she thought of all the possible songs

“But the theme this round is to reinterpret it into their style so it doesn’t really matter which song they choose if they could change into their teams color.” Seonghwa piped in making the others nod. “That’s true.”

As soon as SF9 started their performance, Minyoung was already intrigued as the group is already in focus. “Are they going to fight? Omo.” She said as she held unto Jongho’s arm who was seated to her right with Yeosang to her left.

Minyoung let out a surprised gasp when Dawon fired a shot and an excited squeal when Rowoon was shown on the screen as he sang the opening of <The Stealer> “It’s Rowoon-sunbaenim!” Jongho who is seating beside her surprised patting her thigh. “Young-ah try not to get too excited.” to which Minyoung nodded mumbling an apology as she placed a hand over her mouth

“Omo!” Minyoung flinched a bit as Rowoon broke the glass before looking at Hongjoong “Oppa, you need to do it cooly too. I believe in you.” The latter just chuckling returning his focus on the performance. It hasn’t been long before they hear another surprised gasp from the girl when Jaeyoon sang his part, showing off his toned body. “Omo! His body..” Seonghwa immediately looking over to Minyoung and calling out to Yeosang “Yeosang-ah, quick cover Minyoung’s eyes.” The latter laughing, shaking his head.  Minyoung suddenly remembering that their reactions are getting filmed right now blushed lowering her head shyly which only furthered Seonghwa’s concern. The rest of the members laughed at the two, already used to the scenario.

“Oh this is really good.” Minyoung nodded her head along the music as the group dance started for the first chorus.

“What is good? Jaeyoon-sunbaenim’s body?” Wooyoung teased her as she pressed her lips in a thin line to stop herself from firing back a remark to avoid a situation where she’ll only dig herself into a hole

Hongjoong and Minyoung clapped excitedly when Zuho’s part came as it was totally like an action scene in a movie. Minyoung immediately closed her mouth that dropped when the part started. “This is so cool. His voice also sounds so cool. It just fits.”

“Kang Chanhee! Oh no. Omo. Don’t tell me..” Minyoung felt herself be thrown into a rollercoaster of emotions in the short amount of time during Chani’s part up to when he got held at gun point until Inseong shot the guy. “Omo! Inseong-oppa, you saved our Chanhee.” Yeosang although engrossed in the performance, couldn’t help but be amused at Minyoung’s reactions.

As the dance break came, Minyoung smiled as she cheered on her friend then had her jaw drop when Taeyang shot at the crane holding the briefcase. “This is totally a movie. SF9-sunbaenim really showed their acting skills as well.”

“Oh!” Jongho pointed at the screen with Minyoung nodding repeatedly “They’re burning the person. Omo.”

“All of them really have long legs. It’s amazing.” Yunho commented as the group danced for the last chorus

“Ah. Was it the crown in the safe?” San asked as the camera focused on the crown when the performance ended

“I think so.” Hongjoong nodded

“They’re all so good-looking.” San commented shaking his head a bit chuckling

“Okay. Everyone this is how Minyoung falls-in-love. You saw the process in the whole 4 minute performance.” Wooyoung laughed as the girl glared at him

“She unconsciously let out her fangirl mode from the first stage.” San said in between his laugh with Minyoung covering her face knowing the two would never let her live this moment down.

“I was seating next to her but it feels like she’s filming a whole other video. A reaction video or something.” Yeosang chuckled patting the girl’s back when she looked at him with a betrayed expression as she mumbled “Of all the people, I thought I could trust you Yeosang-oppa.”

 (THE BOYZ’s stage)

“Let’s go!” Wooyoung shouted as the familiar sound for Kingdom played for THE BOYZ. Hongjoong clapped anticipating another picturesque performance from the team.

“Judging by the stage, I don’t think they’ll be performing the brighter songs of SF9.” Yunho noted as he leaned in to focus on the performance.

“What is this? They used water last round, now they’re opening with fire. Will they use Wind or Earth next?” Minyoung wondered as the stage opens with the screen playing a scene.

“It’s a cage! Cage.” Hongjoong said making Minyoung gasp as she pointed at the screen “There’s someone inside!”

“Juyeon-sunbaenim!” Minyoung exclaimed as he danced inside the cage. “He knows a lot of dances.” Yunho also nodding in agreement already absorbed even when they haven’t even started the song.

“Omo! It’s <O Sole Mio>! Is that why they’re doing Tango?” Minyoung lightly hit Jongho’s arm in her excitement. “Young-ah.” Jongho chuckled as the girl covered her mouth to contain herself.

“Oooh. There it is. Knife-like dance. I feel like it won’t be called a THE BOYZ stage if there weren’t knife-like choreography. I really want to try that at least once.” Minyoung mumbled her mouth open in awe of how the whole group could move as one.

Hongjoong nodded “The perfect choreography. The best.” shaking his head a bit. San smiled “They’re great.”

“It’s Sunwoo!” Minyoung pointed at the screen almost pushing her chair back if not for Yeosang who held it in place.

“I swear Minyoung cheers the best when she’s watching someone else.” San laughed a bit before returning his attention to the performance

“How could I cheer for you if we’re on the same stage? I also cheer like this whenever you have your special stages.” Minyoung pouted

When the scene with Hyunjae on top of the platform came, Minyoung unconciously gaped at the scene “Are they doing it on the second floor? That unnie is so brave.”

“It’s on fire. It’s on fire. It’s on fire.” Minyoung sat up straight pointing at the screen when Sangyeon’s part came with the torch.

“So passionate.” Yunho commented when the room with the mirror was used for the added effect of dancers

“Just when I thought they were going to end, they have another explosive section coming up. Wah.” Minyoung laughed in admiration as Juyeon danced and the female dancer rode the rope up the cage. “Is that the same unnie? She’s really brave.”

“What are you saying? You also do stunts like that for our choreography.” Jongho laughed poking Minyoung’s side

“That’s different. I just jump while she hangs on by a rope or with only one leg!” Minyoung defended herself, poking Jongho back. “It’s scary.”

“Eric! Let’s get it.” Minyoung cheered as Eric came unto the screen, smiling brightly doing a 180 on her facial expression.

“Wow! Perfect choreography!” Wooyoung exclaimed as the group danced together again for the last chorus.

“Omo. Is that New-sunbaenim doing the high notes in the back?” Minyoung squinted at the screen trying to see who it was.

“They shot an …. at the sun!” Minyoung gasped standing up from her seat but trailing off as she forgot the word for it.

“An arrow?” Hongjoong chuckled but nodded confirming her thoughts.

“They tore the stage.” San clapped as the performance ended, the others following and praised the performance particularly their knife-like dance.

“I always get this feeling when I watch THE BOYZ stages from Road to Kingdom up to now. They always have this story, you know, like they’re showing us per chapter.” Seonghwa said looking at the members.

“That’s true. They have a clear concept every stage.” Yeosang nodded

“They’re just professionals at this. Just when you thought they’d run out of ideas since they already did a lot on Road to Kingdom, but here they are performing with new concepts. I never imagined <O Sole Mio> to be changed like this.” Minyoung said as she motioned to the monitor.

Jongho nodded adding in “They changed it up but also kept the latin feel? I got that thought when watching their performance.”

(iKON’s stage)

“I’m excited. I’m really looking forward to this.” Minyoung smiled brightly as she sat up in attention. All the members of ATEEZ were looking forward to this stage the most, aside from their own. The very people who inspired them to be an idol were not only performing their song but reinterpreting it to their group’s style.

“Everyone. I saw iKON-sunbaenim going to the bathroom earlier and their outfits were hip hop.” Seonghwa shared with the group with Wooyoung nodding “Yeah. It was totally hiphop.”

“Maybe they chose <THANXX>?” San suggested as the group tried to guess which song iKON would perform

“No. It looked like a blue concept.” Yeosang shook his head remembering that most of their outfits had something blue to it

“That’s right. A blue concept.” Jongho nodded, throwing <THANXX> out the list

“What songs do we have that would go well with the color blue? <Wave>?” Minyoung piped in “I mean that song already screams water and sea.”

“<Answer> too. Even our album cover then was blue.” Yunho suggested.

“Or it could be something entirely unexpected because they would have reinterpreted the song differently.” Hongjoong explained as the others nodded at the thought. “That’s true too.”

When MC Changmin mentioned time and space, all of ATEEZ were excited.

“Is it really..” Yunho gasped in surprise

“<Inception>?” San exclaimed

“Really? Will they be basing it off the movie then?” Minyoung wondered out loud trying to keep herself still in her seat.

“I think it is <Inception> but how will they do it?” Hongjoong said as Wooyoung chimed in “The concept is what I’m curious about.”

“Did they change <Inception> to a hip hop feel like we thought? How?” Minyoung tilted her head looking at Hongjoong as he is more familiar with the music production.

“I also don’t know. They could have completely changed the overall feel of the song like what we did.” Hongjoong answered shrugging a bit

When the song started everyone in the room kept quiet, hyper-focused on how iKON would reinterpret their own song.

“It feels weird.” San exclaimed already anticipating a huge change from what they’re used to.

“It’s just the first few bars but I feel like there’ll be a big twist.” Minyoung piped as she covered her lips making sure she won’t be caught by the cameras with her mouth wide open.

When Donghyuk appeared to move the stage with his hands. Minyoung and Yunho immediately copied the movements “Omo. How are they doing that? The stage is moving. That’s so cool! His voice too.”

“It’s starting. It’s starting. Whenever Junhoe-sunbaenim appears in iKON’s songs there’s always something happening.” Minyoung leaned a bit forward as she tried to focus on the performance.

As soon as the drop happened and the chorus played entirely different from the original song, Minyoung stood up pointing at the screen, excited “See? It’s almost 95% accurate that whenever he appears there’s a twist.” She sat down but tried copying the dance in her seat, nodding along to the music. “This is our song? Is this really our song?”

“Oh!” Hongjoong surprised when Bobby appeared with the camera effects as Minyoung mumbled, “What’s happening? It’s like we’re in a dream.”

“Whenever I see Bobby-sunbaenim perform, I just feel happy. It’s like he’s enjoying the stage so much that his energy just gets transferred to you.” Minyoung confessed as she bounced lightly on her seat during Bobby’s raps. All the members hummed in agreement understanding what she meant.

“It’s going up!” Yunho pointed at the screen when the road folded up

“What’s that?” Jongho gasped while Minyoung excitedly pipes in “The road is folded like that in the movie!”

When the second chorus played both Yunho and Minyoung were copying the moves in their seats dancing along. “Dorara paengi~” Minyoung sang along a bit.

“That’s my part!” Seonghwa smiled giddy that his part played and Minyoung gasped when her part also came on clapping a bit “They also did mine! Where u at~”

“Is it my part now?” Jongho asked hoping to finally hear his parts as the chorus were both changed for both the first and the second one.

The members exclaimed as an unexpected change in the song replaced the last chorus. “They completely changed it!” Wooyoung clapped in awe as they did a group dance and a booster dance for the ending.

“Yes. It has to be there.” San exclaimed as the ending focused on the top still spinning.

“They have to show us that.” Yunho nodded excitedly as Hongjoong clapped at a loss for words at how iKON reinterpreted that song

“Does this mean we just saw a dream?” Minyoung gasp in realization

“That was really cool.” ATEEZ collectively agreed as the performance ended.

“Don’t you feel a bit weird?” Yunho asked the others laughing a bit

“It feels so strange. What is this?” Jongho nodded knowing what Yunho meant

“When I heard the verse, I thought it had a similar feel to the original song but the chorus was completely..” Wooyoung trailed off as he looked for a word to describe the feeling

Hongjoong piped in making the sound in the song “Yeah. It suddenly changed.”

“It felt like time stopped in that moment.” Wooyoung nodded explaining his thoughts

“This thought came to my mind. I want to show them our performance quickly.” San confessed making the others smile and nod.

“I want to know what they think of our interpretation.” Yeosang chimed in as Minyoung gasped placing a hand on her chest as she felt her heart rate go up“Omo. That’s right. We’re performing next! What do I do? I’m suddenly feeling nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous! We just have to show them what we prepared. I don’t think we have anything we would be ashamed about.” San grinned already raring to go to the stage. This statement pumped up the energy within the group as they waited for their turn to go on stage.

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ATEEZ Minyoung Masterlist

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. Any portrayal of real people is a combination based on what we could see on cameras and imagination of the author. This is purely fan fiction written for entertainment. Thank you for understanding.

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Writing Beary Corner

Another two-part episode lol Fair warning, the next one would probably be longer than this one haha! Thank you for reading!

-Mimi

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[mosh-4]

listen (iii)

harry styles imagine mini series

part iii to listen - harry has a soulmate (soulmate au)

you had finally come to your senses after you had just launched yourself from your porch into the arms of your soulmate. With his arms wrapped around you and your blanket slowly slipping from your shoulders into the snow, you began to pull away from him.

             “not that I’m not happy that you’re here, but who gave you my address?” you asked.

he released you from his grasp and began pulling your blanket back over your shoulders.

             “I have my ways,” he laughed.

you squinted at him puzzled.

             “I’m kidding. Kath gave it to me.”

             “oh…honestly, it’s Kath. I’m not that surprised.”

you both let out a little laugh as you peered up at him. you blinked away the snowflakes that landed on your eyelashes. you reached up and gently brushed the snow from his hair.

             “we should probably go inside before we both freeze.” you suggest pulling the blanket away from your frame to peer down at your fuzzy-sock clad feet sinking into the snow.

             “oh god, y’er poor socks,” he laughed looking down at what you were looking at. “let’s go inside before ya get frostbite.”

             “come on, you can meet my dog.”

you grab his hand while his other hand held his snow covered bag that he had dropped in the snow when he caught you.

Harry smiled as he watched you turn toward your front door with your hand in his while your other hand held your blanket around your frame. you pulled him up your front steps to the door, opening it for him.

a big ball of fur bounded out the door and swarmed the both of you.

             “Marley,” you laughed pushing her down as she tried to jump on Harry. “down. we don’t jump on people.”

you led her back inside with Harry on your heels.

Harry gently shook the snow from his hair with his hand. He set his bag down by the door and waited for you. He smiled as he watched you talk to your dog like she was a small child.

             “be nice,” you said letting go of her collar to let her investigate Harry. “she’s not really aggressive. she’s just skeptical of new people. she’ll warm up to you in a second,” you told him.

Harry placed a hand down to let your dog sniff him. she advanced toward him sniffing him before backing away barking again. Harry peered at you to see if her reaction was okay. he watched as you bent down to her height gently petting her.

             “Mar, it’s okay. he’s a friend.”

you finally turned your attention to him. you looked at him from your crouched position. Harry took the hint and squatted down next to you. he put his hand out in front of him again. now that his towering height was gone, Marley approached him and sniffed his hand again before nudging her nose under his loose hand.

             “what is she doing?” he laughed, slightly nervous.

             “she wants you to pet her. she’s not much of a licker so this is how she shows affection,” you replied as you ruffled the fur on Marley’s back.

Harry moved his hand to pet the top of her head, and Marley began to relax.

             “thank god she likes you or this would have been over,” you laugh turning to look at him in the eyes.

his eyes met yours, and he smiled.

             “really? just like that?”

             “just like that.”

you both stared at each other for a moment with goofy grins on your faces.

             “come on, let’s get into something warmer.”

--

you laughed throwing your head into Harry shoulder as the two of you were curled up on your chase lounge. he had changed from his plane clothes into a pair of soft sweatpants and a sweatshirt. you had changed your socks and threw the other pair and your blanket into the dryer. you had FRIENDS playing in the background, but neither of you cared to watch.

             “when did you know I was y’er soulmate?” Harry asked brushing your hair away from your face.

             “when you and Kath called me?”

             “no, you had to have known before then. I don’t believe that you didn’t know until a few months ago.”

             “alright, fine,” you sighed taking his hands in your so that you could play with his fingers. “you remember when you were in one direction?”

             “vaguely.”

you both laughed.

             “so when you were on your take me home tour, I despised you guys.”

             “WHAT?” his eyes grew wide at your statement.

             “I thought your music was too familiar. I’m sorry. it wasn’t until I realized why it sounded so familiar. I heard it every night while you were on tour, and then I mentioned it to Kath and Eva-she’s our other friend. and, they thought it was weird that I heard your music every night in the exact order of your setlist, and they started planting ideas in my head that my soulmate was one of the guys in one direction.”

             “I was totally convinced you were a fan back then. you were listening to my music all the time.”

             “no,” you laughed. “that was Eva and Kath. they were obsessed. Kath had a cardboard cutout of Niall.”

Harry let out a loud laugh.

             “she gave me Niall-girl vibes.”

             “shut up,” you shoved him lightly. “don’t tell her I told you that.”

             “no promises.”

             “I swear. you can’t tell her that I told you that. she’ll skin us both alive.”

             “okay. okay. secret is safe will me. now tell me when you knew.”

             “okay, okay,” you said taking his hands back. “so after they were convinced that one of you was my soulmate, I looked you guys up. I went to youtube just as every new fan does, and I searched “one direction funny moments.” naturally, I found your video diaries-”

             “oh god,” he pulled his hand back to cover his eyes.

             “I watched all of them, and I started to fall in love you guys, but I wasn’t going to tell Kath or Eva that. I would have never heard the end of it. then, I came across your x-factor audition.”

you stopped talking to gauge his reaction. he peeked at you through his hand.

             “that was my favorite song when I was fifteen.”

             “I know. you listened to it a lot.” he removed his hand from his eyes.

             “I remember hearing that amateur sing it over and over again, right around the time you would have auditioned.”

             “amateur, excuse me, I am a professional,” he scoffed feigning offense.

             “you weren’t then, Mr. Harry Styles.”

             “so that’s when you knew? you’ve known since we were sixteen?”

             “well, not really. I had an inkling. it made sense for it to be you. the audition, then hearing the tour setlist every night, then later I heard you recording your albums. I had an idea. it wasn’t really solid until I actually went to your shows.”

             “god, my head hurt like hell the first time I played here.”

             “it was like a ringing echo crushing my skull.”

             “yeah.”

             “I have to admit, the last show I went to wasn’t that bad.”

             “hmmm?” he questioned peering over at you from where he had laid his head back.

             “Kath got us front row tickets to your Live on Tour show.”

             “ahhh, so that was you? I recognize you now. you were that pretty girl I gave that water bottle to. you were about to pass out.”

             “can you blame me? you had just announced to the whole arena that your soulmate was there, and I was standing right there, knowing that you were probably my soulmate.”

             “I tried to get you after the show.”

             “what?”

             “I sent security after you when the show was over, but they couldn’t find you. you left so quickly.”

             “that sucks.” you curled yourself into his chest.

he laughed running a hand through your hair.

             “that sucks? that’s all you have to say?”

             “mhmm,” you murmur nodding your head gaining another laugh from your soulmate.

             “wow.”

             “so now that I answered your question, you have to answer one for me.”

             “shoot.”

             “falling.”

             “oh.”

             “that’s my dad’s piano melody. you put it in your song.”

             “to be fair, it was a piece of you, and I was sad.”

             “so the song is about me?”

             “yeah, I wasn’t in a good place, and I wanted to find you. I messed up, and I didn’t know if you would love the version of myself that I was becoming. or, if I would love that person. it’s a conversation I imagined us having.”

you got up to look into his eyes while he was trying to look anywhere else.

             “and now? do you love the person you are now?”

             “I don’t know. I think I do, but I have my days.”

you ran a hand through his hair, and his eyes finally met yours.

             “I’m proud of you,” you said with love swelling in your chest.

you really wanted to admit that you loved him, but you didn’t want to be the first person to drop that bomb so instead you told him that you were proud of him. you were. you were so immensely proud of him and everything that he has accomplished. you were proud of how he managed to carry himself and to be mindful of his mental health. he had been through a lot, and he was still here, grounded, sitting on your couch petting your dog.

             “I’m proud of the person you have become,” you reiterated.

you stared into each other’s eyes for a bit. he played with the ends of your hair.

             “I don’t want to freak you out. I know we’ve only really known each other for a short while, and perhaps this is just my sleep deprivation getting to me, but I want to tell you that I love you.”

you laugh planting your face into his chest. your fists clutch the front of his sweatshirt as you practically lay yourself on him.

             “I’m completely serious.”

             “I know,” you said pulling away to looking straight in the face. “and I want to tell you that I love you too.”

             “good, good,” he said pulling you back to his chest. “glad we’re on the same page.”

             “yeah,” you hum. “it’s definitely due to sleep deprivation though. we might regret it in the morning.”

             “we might. promise you won’t regret it in the morning.”

             “I pinky promise.” you threw your pinky finger up to him.

             “pinky promise.” he entwined your pinky fingers together to lock in the promise.

you sleepily closed your eyes. you wrapped your arms around his chest. your head was laying in the nook of his neck.

             “are you falling asleep on me?”

             “figuratively and literally,” you murmur with your eyes closed.

             “please tell me you don’t have to work tomorrow.”

             “I do. I have to go in at eight.”

             “nooooo,” he whined wrapping his arms around you.

             “you and Marley can hang out and eat my food all day tomorrow. just save me something good.”

             “okay,” he murmured into your hair before kissing your head.

             “can we sleep here, or is it going to hurt your back?”

             “I’ll be okay for one night. go to sleep. I’ll set an alarm for you.”

             “okay, I need to be up by six.”

             “I got ya.”

             “thank you. goodnight. I love you.”

             “goodnight, love. I love you.”

you fell asleep in the glow of your christmas tree with Harry gently pulling a blanket over the two of you.

--

you made your way up the frosty front walk to the steps of your front porch. your briefcase loosely hung from your shoulder as you jostled through your coat pocket to find your house keys. after finally retrieving your keys, you unlocked your front door only to be greeted by Marley.

             “hi baby,” you greet reaching down to pet your puppy. “where’s Haz?”

             “hi,” he said pulling your attention from your dog.

Harry stood in the entrance way of your kitchen drying his hands with a dish towel. you practically swooned at how hot he looked. Harry had the sleeves of his sweater rolled up to his elbows. his hair was gently pushed back, probably from the amount of times he ran his hand through his hair.

             “hi,” you smile back at him before going to hang your bags up on the coat hooks by your door.

             “how was work?” he asked helping you take off your coat.

             “it was good. I started in on analyzing a new set of scans. it was interesting but busy,” you said grabbing your phone from your purse before turning around to face him. “what have you been up to all day?”

             “Ahh, the dog and I went for a run.”

            ��“you did?” you laugh looking up into his eyes.

             “yeah, ya didn’t tell me that she tries to eat the leash when ya go faster than a light jog.”

you laugh at him resting your forehead against his chest.

             “she does. I’m sorry. we’ll have to work on that.”

he wrapped his arms around you as you rest your chin on his chest to look up at him.

             “after our run fiasco-”

             “wait, aren’t the sidewalks partly frozen still?”

             “I was getting there if ye give me a chance.”

             “oh haz.”

             “so after I started takin’ her back to the house with a light jog, I bit it on an ice patch and fell into a pile of street slush-”

             “noooo, are you okay?” you asked trying to stifle your laugh.

             “you can laugh. I’m fine. my ego is a bit bruised though. so after that, I did laundry. then, I decided to make dinner for us so I went to the store.”

             “you made dinner?”

             “yeah, just a simple spaghetti. I hope that’s okay? I probably should have asked if you had any dietary preferences or issues.”

             “Harry, it’s fine. I like spaghetti.”

             “good, good. we should probably go eat then. hopefully, Marley didn’t help herself already.”

             “no, she’s right here,” you nod your head into her direction.

Harry turned his head to her.

             “oh hello,” he said to her before turning back to you. “come on, let’s eat.”

he led you back to your kitchen to your small breakfast table that he had decorated with candles and a pretty tablecloth.

             “you really pulled out all the stops.”

             “I had to impress a pretty lady,” he said pulling your chair out for you.

             “wine?”

             “yes, please.”

--

two plates and a bottle of wine later, you were both curled up on the couch together once more. you had worked together on the dishes, and whatever was left of your dinner was boxed up and placed in the fridge for leftovers.

             “do we tell people?” you murmur to him with your head resting on his shoulder.

             “people?” he asked moving his head to look at you.

             “yeah, like our families and friends.”

             “ah people. we should probably tell them.”

             “unless you want it to be just us for a while. until we really get to know each other.”

             “I don’t think it would hurt to just mention it to our inner circles.”

             “that sounds good,” you nod against his chest.

             “who’s in y’er inner circle?”

             “my parents and brother, probably. then, maybe my cousin-we’re pretty close-and maybe Kath and Eva.”

             “sounds like a solid inner circle.”

             “who’s in your inner circle?”

             “my mom, sister, and sometimes, dad. then, probably Mitch and Sarah. for work purposes, I would probably have to tell Jeff, but we can stall on that until I have to get back to work.”

             “ugh, please don’t go back to work,” you whine wrapping your arms around him. “I’m kidding. you can always go back to work. I’m just gonna miss you. I would sew myself to your skin if I could.”

             “creepy.”

you laughed. you had to admit you were a bit tipsy.

             “I work in criminology. you’re gonna get some gallows humor from me.”

             “I’ll take it. and, I don’t want to get back to work yet. I want to stay here as long as possible,” he said into your hair. “just you, me, and the dog.”

you giggle. yes, you’re giggling now.

             “yes, you, me, and our Moogie,” you repeat. “isn’t that right, Moogie?” you asked Marley as she watched the two of you from her spot on the couch on the other side of Harry.

she let out a soft sigh. she was getting tired of being the third wheel. you both chuckle at her before Harry got back to the conversation at hand.

             “should we text our families?”

             “you want to tell our families over text?” you ask him wide eyed.

he shrugged.

             “how would you do?”

             “a sober phone call tomorrow morning.”

             “oof, I guess that’s slightly better. would you chicken out if you were sober?”

             “maybe,” you shrug. “do you really want to do it now?”

he shrugged once more. he was a man of very few words when it came to big decisions. that’s what you were at least finding out now.

             “okay,” you respond whipping out your phone before downing the rest of your wine glass. you pressed a few buttons before putting the phone up to your ear. “mom, hi, how are you?”

you pulled yourself off the couch and started pacing around the family room as you talked to your mom on the phone. Harry stared at you with wide eyes, watching you to see what you’re gonna say.

             “so mom, the reason I’m calling-is dad with you?,” you flash Harry a nervous grin before you continue. “put me on speaker. no, everything is fine, just put me on speaker. okay-mom are you listening?” you brush a hand through your hair. “you’re listening? okay. the reason I’m calling is because I found my soulmate.”

Harry watched your expression as you listened to their response.

             “it’s a guy, yes,” you laugh. “oh my god, would it have been so horrible if it wasn’t. jesus, mom.”

Harry laughed at you before reaching his arms out to you. you took that as an invitation to sit in his lap.

             “he’s very nice…he’s staying at my place right now…WE JUST MET…yes, he is very respectful, and he’s been super good to me.”

you could feel Harry’s laugh against your back. you lean your head back to stick your tongue out at him.

             “you guys can’t meet him yet,” you say jumping out of his arms to start pacing again. “because I want to spend more time getting to know him before he has to get back to work. no mom, he’s not from (your hometown).” you meet Harry’s eyes, and he gives you a perplexed look. “he’s from out of state.” you shrug at him. “yeah, that’s probably why everything was so quiet.” you listened to her ramble before you figured this conversation needed to be over. “listen mom, I will call you later this week to tell you more about everything, but I’m tired and I have a busy day tomorrow…okay, I will talk to you later…thanks, I’m excited too…yes, I will tell you all about him later…okay, love you. bye.”

you hung up your phone before collapsing back into Harry.

             “I did my part. your turn” you pat his chest.

             “it’s 4 am in England right now. I’ll call in the morning,” he murmured into your hair while he wrapped his arms around you.

             “good,” you say burying your face into his sweater. “I want you to myself tonight.”

you could feel him laugh through his chest.

             “what did y’er mum say?”

             “she wants to meet you. they’re happy for us though. they were starting to think there was no hope for me.”

             “that’s good. I think my mum and sister will be happy too.”

             “I hope so,” you say looking into his eyes. “I hope they like me.”

             “they will. they’ll love you. I just hope your family likes me.”

             “oh, they love you,” you laugh running a hand through his hair. “they love The Harry Styles, from my many years of being a fan of one direction, they have to love you at this point. but, they’re gonna love just Harry too.”

             “oooo, risky question. who’s girl were yeh? were yeh a Liam-girl or a Niall-girl?” he smiled as you laughed at his question.

             “I’ve always been a Harry-girl.”

             “ye’r just saying that,” he said throwing his head back. “that’s such a cop out.”

             “I’m not,” you said sitting up. “it’s always been you.”

             “are you okay that I’m just Harry?” he blurts out biting his lip. you could tell that he had been thinking about this for a while. “you’re not in this just because I’m The Harry Styles.”

             “I love just Harry,” you say placing your hand on his cheek. “don’t get me wrong, The Harry Styles is pretty cool, but I would still love just Harry if he was still the boy in the bakery.”

             “I want to kiss ya right now.”

you stared into his eyes as he held your gaze. his eyes were filled with such admiration and love.

             “okay.”

with that, he placed a hand behind your ear and pulled you to him. he placed his lip against yours and kissed you. you placed your other hand on his cheek as you kissed him back. he kissed you again deeper as you moved to straddle him. he moved both of his hands to your hips as he pulled you closer.

you pull away to take a breath, resting your forehead against his.  

             “I love you.”

he reached up to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear.

             “I love ya so damn much.”

you pressed your lips against his once more. you kissed him until you were breathless. he wrapped his hand in your hair while the other was around your waist. you continued to make out until you felt a cold, wet nose against your cheek.

you jumped pulling away from Harry to start at the culprit. Marley stared at you before letting out a small deep bark.

you start to laugh before collapsing into Harry’s shoulder. he wrapped his arms around you as he began to laugh with you. Marley let out another loud bark at the two of you. you began to pry yourself out of Harry’s arms.

             “she has to go out,” you tell him as you get off his lap. “let’s go Marley.” you pat your leg for her to follow you. in response, she jumped off the couch and followed you to your back door.

you stood at the back door as your watched Marley roam around your fenced-in yard for a minute. she seemed okay as she explored.

you made your way back to your living room before collapsing into Harry’s lap once again.

             “where were we?”

--

you woke up the next morning in your bed with Marley at your feet. with bleary eyes, you slapped your hand against the spot next to you to find it empty. you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as you sat up. you listened for the shower, but you only heard a muffled voice coming from your living room.

you pulled the covers from your body before putting on Harry’s sweater from the night before. your bare feet padded through your hallway before you made it to your living room with Marley following behind you.

you found Harry shirtless on your couch with his phone pressed to his ear. you plopped yourself down next to him as he sent you a smile.

             “yeah, mum, she’s great, and I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

you smiled as you placed your head on his shoulder.

             “she’s awake now so I’m gonna call ya later, okay?” he murmured into the phone. “bye mum, love ya.” you waited a few moments as he hung up the phone.

once he was done, he wrapped an arm around you pulling you close.

             “how did ya sleep?” he asked before kissing your head.

             “good,” you murmur into his chest. “what did your mom say?”

             “she was happy. I called Gem before her, and they are both really excited. they were both skeptical at first, just wanting to make sure, that it was right. that I wasn’t being an idiot. once I explained the whole thing, they were really happy for us. they really want to meet you.”

             “yay,” you say turning to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

             “I see a trip to London for us in the future.”

             “yay for us.” you look up at his eyes from where you had your head buried into his shoulder.

             “do you want to tell Kath and Eva?” he asks meeting your eyes.

             “yeah, we can text them.”

             “oh, so you just want to text them? no phone calls?”

             “saves us from the screaming,” you say pointing at him.

he laughed pulling you closer.

             “true, true.”

             “let’s just send them a selfie. I trust them.”

             “you sure?” he raised an eyebrow at you.

             “absolutely. we can tell them to keep it quiet for a bit. that we want privacy and stuff. they’ll get it.”

             “okay, let’s do it.”

with that, you got up from his lap and padded back to your bedroom. you snagged your phone from its charger before making your way back to the couch. you slide back into your spot next to him. you held you phone up to take the picture, but he had other ideas. he pushed you back on the couch. you fell on your back laughing as he laid his head on your chest. you fixed your phone.

             “smile,” you laugh as you clicked the button to take the picture.

             “send it,” he murmured looking up at you. he wrapped his arms around you as you moved to type your message to the group chat with your friends.

you: keep it quiet, but I have acquired a soulmate.

             “I sent it,” you say putting your phone down to look at him. “do we want to make breakfast?”

             “yes,” he says getting off you to place a kiss on your forehead. he grabbed your hand to pull you up with him. “let’s eat.”

as you both made your way to the kitchen, Harry let Marley out the back door before placing himself at the counter.

             “y’er phone is blowing up.” he slid your phone across the counter to you.

             “oh boy,” you say opening your messages from Kath and Eva.

Kath: HOLY FUCK IT HAPPENED

Kath: tell Harry hi for me

Kath: I’m so happy for you both

Eva: OH MY GOD

Eva: is that Harry Styles?

Eva: OH MY GOD WE WERE RIGHT

Eva: YOUR SOULMATE WAS IN ONE DIRECTION

Eva: QUEEN I CALLED IT

Eva: I am also very happy for you both. Call us later with details.

you laughed before showing Harry the messages. he smiled as you typed back a ‘thank you.’

             “breakfast?”

             “breakfast.”

you and Harry made small talk as you made breakfast together. you were just happy that your small world was getting a bit bigger. you loved your little life with Harry in your small home, and you couldn’t wait for this to be the rest of your life, even if he had to get back to work eventually.

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hi! i’m sorry this took me so long to write. this is the end of the official series, but if you want me to write one shots based on soulmate!harry let me know! i’m on my winter break for a while so i should have more time to write. anyway, i hope you enjoyed. feel free to send requests - mosh 

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Lena Luthor x AdoptedTeen! Reader

Word count: 2357

Warnings: Swearing, insecurities, mentions of past trauma, creepy dad, fluff?

Summary: Reader (written without pronouns but with the intention of being female) is totally into electronics (which i know absolutely nothing about) and struggles with insecurities and opening up fully. A science fair comes up for her electronics class so she totally dominates it. However her insecurities play in, and a call from her abusive dad who has no custody over her anymore sends them over the edge. Her adoptive mother, Lena, is there with her every step of the way.

“Hey, how is your project coming along?” Lena pops her head in the doorway, wanting to see your progress on your electronics project.

The tunes from your favorite band’s latest album reach her ears, and keep you concentrated on your work. You sit on the floor, bits and pieces of various circuits, metal, wires and other parts of your project are strewn all over the floor. Your project sits in front of you as you find the right parts to build it. You don’t even glance up at your adopted mother as you turn the music down a bit to answer her.

“It's coming along fine, still gotta work on some of the circuits and fine-tune the motor movements.” You answer, attaching some more wires into the body of the project. “A couple of the motors aren’t working properly.”

“You’re doing a nice job there, looks like it's coming along great.” She comments, smiling at your passion for your electronics class. “Well, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask for help. I will always help you, whatever you need.”

She leaves your room, leaving you by yourself again to work on your project to the sound of music. The more you work on this one motor, the more frustrated you become. You know you can ask Lena for help, but the fear keeps you from doing so. You continue to power through your frustration, determined to get through this project, like all your projects, by yourself, independently.

“Stupid piece of shit.” You curse at your project.

Not too long later, you hear Lena call you out for dinner, so you surface almost immediately. She sits with you on the sofa and the two of you watch a show while you eat. You watch the show intently, commentating on how the characters are dumb and trying to guess what happens next, only for it to happen seconds after you say so. Lena joins in on the commentary, making you laugh at some of her lighthearted insults to the characters.

You and Lena have your good moments, but you’re still getting used to being under her care and guidance. You’re just counting the months and days until you get put back in the system. Thankfully this is only your second time out of a crowded home, with a family, but it still hurt the first time you were sent back. Although this time feels different. You feel safer here, more comfortable and confident. Lena has been there to help you adjust, learning all she can about parenting to help you. She was there for you when you first broke down at her place. She was there for you when you found out your dad was out of jail. You’re not nearly as closed off as you once were back when she first brought you home a little over a year ago. 

Home. Now that's a word. Will this be your final home? It’s starting to feel like that. Maybe if you just hold onto that hope.

You spot Lena’s car in the pickup/dropoff lane at your school, so you make your way over and hop in the passenger side, tossing your bag in the back.

“What’d you do today, Darling?” Lena asks as she pulls out of the lane. “Anything fun or interesting coming up?”

“Actually, my Electronics class is doing a sort of science fair like the art kids do. We’re supposed to create an original design for the project.” You rant on excitedly. “Basically they gave us free reign to do whatever we wanted, whether it was practical, or for fun, or something.”

Lena chuckles at your enthusiasm as she turns down the street, joining the traffic to make her way back home. “Do you have an idea of what you want to make?”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to make an Iron Man suit. Or just the helmet for a starter. I think it would be really fun!” You respond, thinking up ways on how you could make such a thing.

“I think that would be totally cool, Y/N.” She responds. “How would you go about making something like that? Wouldn’t a full suit take a long time to make? When is this science fair?”

“Well, I would start with the helmet. I don’t think I’d actually have enough time for a full suit, but I would totally make it for fun.” You answer. Lena knows your obsession with the Marvel Cinematic Universe, so she will always encourage you to do what you love, create what you love. “The fair isn't for another month and a half, but I’ve seen videos of people creating cool props with electronics and stuff, so for a helmet they use a whole bunch of materials like cardboard, or plastic, or foamboard or something like that.” You continue to ramble.

“I have access to a 3d printer.” She announces. “However, it’s for work.”

Her response dims your hopeful mood, causing you to let out a small pout. Guess you’ll just have to go with some other material; cardboard, foamboard, some other flat medium.

“I can make an exception though, for you.” She glances at you to watch your reaction, smiling when she sees your face light up. “I can help you design the pieces-”

“It's okay, I can design them myself.” You quickly say, once again finding yourself pushing her away.

“Alright, just let me know if you need help for anything.” She simply replies, not daring to push your limits.

As the date of the Fair nears, you scramble around to make adjustments and updates to your design. You continuously test the motors and placement of the pieces of the helmet and adjust them as so. You test out the LEDs in the eyes, the sound system, and voice control system. You’ve put so much hard work into the project, researching new systems like voice activation and using prior classroom knowledge to go above and beyond expectations. In fact, you’ve gone so far and beyond, you think you’ve gone too far.

As the date comes up just around the corner, you begin to doubt your project. You become self conscious of your project. What if the kids make fun of your obsession? What if they hate you for making such a thing? What if it turns into a complete disaster?

“Hey, darling, are you ready to set up and present your project?” Lena calls from the living room. The fair starts at 7pm, and you’re already having second thoughts about it.

When you don’t answer or come out of your room, Lena quietly approaches your bedroom and softly knocks on the door.

“Honey, you ready?” She gently pushes the door open to find you sitting on your bed, staring at your finished project worriedly. “Everything alright?” She asks, cautiously stepping over to you.

“What if everything goes wrong?” You begin, trying to hold back your emotions. “What if the kids make fun of me? They already think I’m weird. I did too much for the project, even the teachers are going to be mad at me for doing too much.”

“Oh, sweetie.” Lena sits next to you on your bed. “I think everyone will love it. This is one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen you make. And you did it all on your own! I couldn’t be more proud of you.” She gently brings you into a hug, whispering reassurances to you to calm you down and restore the confidence you had when you first talked to her about your project.

You finally calm down enough and the two of you leave to attend the Science Fair. The car ride was a little tense at first, until Lena asks if she can see the functions of the helmet you’ve created. You demonstrate the different features of it, slowly becoming more excited about the fact that you had built this thing by yourself.

Once you reach the school, you make your way inside to the gymnasium, where the fair is held. You receive a name tag to be displayed in front of your project. He and Lena have a short greeting before she helps you find a spot for your project among the many tables set up around the room. Kids and their parents with projects fill the entire room. Teachers wander the exhibits, helping people set up and answer questions about the night and meeting parents. You find an empty table in which to set your project and the label your electronics teacher has provided you with. You set down your covered up project, still a little insecure about your project and the people in the room.

You suddenly feel your phone buzz in your pocket, so you pull it out and answer it, ready to hang up on one of those scam callers or apologize to a “wrong number” person.

“Hey, sweetheart. It's been a while.” Your dad’s voice sounds from the other side of the call.

His voice makes you tense up as he continues. “I heard you’ve got a science fair thing going on tonight? Good luck. Daddy misses you.”

“D-dad?” You quietly stutter into the phone, unsure of what to respond with.

“Yeah, sweetie, it's me.” He chuckles from the other side. “You wouldn’t mind if I swung by to take a look at your project, would you?”

You don’t like the tone of his voice. A gentle hand on your shoulder makes you snap your attention to a concerned Lena. She tilts her head, wondering what's going on. You shake her off and excuse yourself and step out of the gym’s doors onto the school’s blacktop right outside.

“Honey, I know what school you go to.” He says, his words sending chills down your spine.

“N-no, you don’t- you don’t need to come here. I-” You stutter into the phone, losing more and more control of your emotions.

“Sweetie, I want you back.” He continues. “I want you back in my life.”

“Daddy?” A little girl's voice sounds from the other side of the line.

“Not now honey.” You hear him pull away from the phone to shoo the little girl away. “Please, babygirl, come back to me.”

“No. I-I’ve already moved on.” You try to stand up to him. “All you’ve ever done was bully me and make me feel like shit.”

“Hey! Watch your language.” He snaps suddenly before instantly changing his persona. “Come on, baby, why won't you let your dear old dad come visit you?”

“Be- because I don’t want anything to do with you anymore!” You raise your voice. “Don’t call me ever again, or-or try to see me. Cause it’s not gonna happen. I don't ever want to see you again, okay?”

“You can’t get rid of me, I’m your father!” He threatens, making you shake even more. “I will get you back one day!”

“Bye dad.” You hang up, cutting him off, and immediately block his number.

You’re so shaken up, you can’t bring yourself to go back inside. You just need to breathe. You lean against the brick wall of the school, trying to calm yourself down as you pocket your phone. You fidget with your hands as you continue to shake, not noticing Lena’s worried presence. She gives you space to calm down, keeping an eye on you from a distance. You glance around the space outside, trying to distract yourself from the previous interaction, spotting Lena. You finally calm down enough and slide down the wall, clutching your knees in your arms and placing your head on top. Lena gives you another moment before she walks over and sits next to you to give you company. You lean onto her shoulder, to which she wraps her arm around your shoulders in comfort.

“He-he called me.” You whisper, shaking against her. “He knows what school I go to, he knows i'm at a science fair. I told him off, but, Mom, I’m scared.” 

“Hey, it’s going to be alright. I’m proud of you for sticking up to him like that. Take a deep breath. In, and out.” She instructs. “I will never, ever, let him come near you. He will never hurt you again, you understand me?”

You nod against her, trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

“Good. You know we’re friends with Alex, and Kara, and the rest of the Superfriends, and they would never let anything happen to you either.” She reassures you, holding you safely against her.

She holds you for another little while, allowing you to calm down before turning you to her. She wipes your stray tears and pushes some of your hair out of your face.

“Hey, you’re okay. You’re safe.” She reassures. “Why don’t we go inside and show off that awesome helmet of yours?”

She smiles softly at you, allowing you some time to get enough confidence to go back inside to show the teachers what you did for your project.

Despite your insecurities, the rest of the night goes smoothly. Your teacher was very impressed with your project. Parents and other kids were fascinated with the voice control you installed, and how JARVIS actually responds using certain responses to certain commands. Kids wanted to try on the helmet, so you let some of them try it out themselves. It wasn’t long until the night had to wrap up and come to an end. The teachers thanked the students that participated in the fair before calling it a night. The drive home with Lena was a comfortable silence. Lena had her hand resting atop yours the whole time, rubbing the top of yours with her thumb. She pulls up into her parking spot, but leaves the car running for another moment longer.

She finally decides to break the silence. “So, I’m a mom now, huh?”

Before you can open your mouth to apologize about calling her that earlier, she speaks up again, smiling. “I’m honored you think of me as your mother now.”

The two of you finish the night off with some junk food and a Marvel movie as a family.

[taehyungiejiminie95]

BTS Reactions – You’re dating another idol

You laugh kindly as your boyfriend speaks casually with the reporters lining the red carpet. It’s nothing you’re not used to – you’re well used to the limelight by now, by way of your famous boyfriends both past and present. You’re not some kind of fame hunter, you don’t dream of being adored by everyone, you don’t even particularly like going to coveted events like this. But you do it to support the man you’re with. At some point, you become aware of somebody watching you with intense eyes. Although you’re no stranger to being watched, this feels… different. More accusatory. You know without looking back who’s glaring at you and the hand your boyfriend has wrapped around your waist.

Jin

“Jimin, stop staring,” Jin whispers gently to Jimin, guiding his groupmate away from the sight and towards the next red carpet interview, “It’s just going to cause a scene, and I don’t think we really want that kind of publicity,” Jin’s voice is controlled and calm, as he flat out refuses to let any of his emotions bubble to the surface. With years upon years of practice, he lets his eyes pass right over you and your new boyfriend without even a hint of recognition. Jimin shakes his head in wonder and Jin elegantly dodges a few questions regarding your presence here, acting as if he hasn’t seen you yet – but must find you for a brief catch up, surely.

You and Jin seem to keep brushing shoulders all night, but he makes no move to acknowledge your presence if he can. As he walks up to the table where his group and a few others will be seated and sees you there, he stalks straight past to where some of his idol friends are sitting, naturally integrating himself into the conversation while Namjoon rushes to make quick amendments. It’s all sorted by the end of his conversation.

Jin holds onto his composure all night, smiling and waving and cheering as if there’s nothing wrong. Even his groupmates wonder what’s going on, why he isn’t bothered by it at all. It’s not until much later on that Jin’s true feelings show. The van doors have just closed, and everybody is inside. It seems like all the air is let out of Jin, and he crumples forward, his first few tears slipping out as they’ve been threatening to all night.

Yoongi

“I can’t believe she has the nerve to show up here! It’s barely been 6 months and she’s already got somebody else draped over her. Who even is that?” Yoongi mutters to Namjoon as he glares at you. The leader tries to discourage his staring, knowing that the press will just be eating Yoongi’s horror up, as disgustingly predatorial as that is. Nothing sells like rivalry, and if Yoongi doesn’t stop staring and muttering, that’s going to be what happens,

“Look, I know. I get it. But unless you want this to be front page news, you’ve got to stop this,” Namjoon pushes gently, trying not to be too harsh. Your breakup really did affect Yoongi, so it’s not fair to expect him to be okay with this,

“I just feel like I should say something, you know? It’s obvious some reporter is going to ask me a question about it, but maybe if I go over there then that will be a story enough and they won’t have to,” Yoongi tries to control his voice and convince the leader that him going over there wouldn’t end in a fight. However, his voice betrays him and Namjoon is forced to quickly drape and arm over Yoongi’s shoulders to hold him in place for the next bout of pictures. He wouldn’t be surprised if Yoongi bolted at any moment. It’s been a long time since any of the group has seen Yoongi in this much pain and turmoil. Namjoon silently curses you in his head. How could you do this to him? Showing up here after everything… yeah, in Namjoon’s opinion, Yoongi has every right to be mad.

Hoseok

“Should I go over and do something? Maybe act all happy, like I support the relationship? Might be good for our image, especially with our upcoming album being what it’s about,” Hoseok asks Namjoon under his breath. He likes to think his leader will always know what to do, but Namjoon just shakes his head and shrugs. There is no right way to act when your ex-girlfriend (who you had been with for years) turns up at an awards show you’re about to sweep clean ay with a new nearly-as-famous idol boyfriend just a few months after the public announcement of your break up. Not exactly any manuals based on the correct etiquette. Hoseok swears softly and decides it would probably be best. If he’s lucky, it might make him feel better.

The rapper walks through a crowd that parts like the Red Sea for him, and he approaches you and your new boyfriend with bated breath. You catch sight of him first and try not to show how much you’d been dreading this. You couldn’t avoid coming, but you knew that he would do this. Hoseok was always a sociable person, wanting to appear as good-natured and as friendly as possible. After so long together, you know him like the back of your hand,

“I hope I’m not interrupting!” Hoseok says brightly, giving your boyfriend a friendly smile as he shakes his hand, “Just thought I’d come over and introduce myself, make sure nobody feels awkward,” His smile widens externally as a few reporters catch wind of the situation and hurry over, but inside his dread multiplies. He’s sure this is the right thing to do in this situation, but why does it hurt so much to see you so happy? He swore he would always support you, but he can feel a green-eyes monster stirring in his belly. It’s ugly.

Namjoon

Immediately upon registering your presence, Namjoon straightens his back, squares his shoulders and sets his jaw. He is not going to play into whatever kind of sick game is at play here. He’s certain everyone expects him to react in some way, maybe even go over and try and say something. Some fans are probably even hoping he’ll start a fight. No. He will not stoop that low. He bites his tongue and decides who he is going to be tonight. He won’t be the cheap headline of some failing tabloid. He’ll be the front cover of MTV and Billboard after cleaning house at yet another top-flight awards show. That’s who Kim Namjoon is.

It gets really hard to be Kim Namjoon when you and your boyfriend end up sitting right behind him, talking in such a soppy way to each other. He’s forced to sit there and listen to the two of you simper and kiss each other for the sake of the cameras all night. Namjoon refuses to even flinch, just playing his role in these shows. To be fair, it’s not like he spends long sat down anyway. Award after award is given to them, and he receives a few on behalf of his company as well. This is who Kim Namjoon is. Untouchable. Unfazed. He will not let this get to him. He will not let this get to him. He will not let this get to him. He will not…

The mantra starts to break down towards the end of the end, when he catches fragments of a conversation that he wishes he was having with you. Talks of going home, of cuddling, of having breakfast together. A single tear escapes Namjoon’s eyes, and he hopes deeply that if a camera did catch it, they would assume it was the emotional video being shown on stage to support the ending of racism.

Jimin

“Jimin! How does it make you feel that your ex has a new boyfriend already?” A reporter shouts over the din of voices in the red carpet area. Jimin rounds on them with a dark expression, staring directly into the camera as the question registers slowly in his brain. A deep frown settles on his face as he considers how best to address this question he knows is going to be screamed and shouted at him all night. He might as well get something out now, and stick to it,

“I think that’s a really personal question. I’ve already spoken with ARMY about how I feel, as you should know. What others do doesn’t affect me. I’ve been on a journey with my group, my brothers, to learn to love myself. The first lesson is not to let things you can’t control upset you. I’m happy for her. I hope she finds what she’s looking for,” Jimin’s teeth are clenched together as he speaks, but he knows his voice sounds as melodic and as friendly as always. The reporter nods in thanks and is about to call out another equally intrusive question when Taehyung tugs his best friend forwards for an important photo with a big artist also attending,

“That was a pretty good response, hyung. I wonder if it’ll keep them happy for now,” Taehyung states absent-mindedly as he gets into a memorable pose. Jimin does the same, pulling on his most endearing smile. Inside, he doesn’t know what to think. He knows the answer to Taehyung’s thought – no. The media are never happy unless Jimin is crying on his knees, in pain and suffering. That’s the only way half of them will sell a story. They want to see him hurt. It’s all he can do to swear he will never let them see the truth. How it feels like you’ve got his heart in that little clutch of yours. Like you’ve stolen it. Like he’ll never get it back.

Taehyung

Taehyung’s face falls as your new boyfriend tightens his arm around your waist, tugging you into his chest for a cute couple’s picture. Your smile looks so radiant and overjoyed. He can’t remember when you ever looked at him like that. Maybe you never did. Taehyung tried so hard, day in and day out, to be good enough for you, but he never was. You still decided to leave him just before he went on tour. He was devastated. None of the group look fondly on you after you left him in such a sorry state,

“Come on, we’re moving on now,” Jin whispers in his ear, trying to be subtle as he moves Tae along. The eldest of the group doesn’t want to be harsh, but if Taehyung doesn’t get his expression under control then they’re going to have front page news on their hands. And not for the right reasons, “Hey, isn’t that Seojoon over there? I haven’t seen him since you went on your Hwarang promotions with him!” Jin exclaims a little louder, trying to draw away the attention of reporters on Taehyung and Taehyung’s attention on you. It seems to work, even if Taehyung’s enthusiasm is a little lack-luster,

“Woah! Hyung, you’ve gotten taller,” Taehyung marvels, bounding straight past where you’re stood to hug his actor friend, “Thank you for the food truck you sent me last month, me and my members really enjoyed it,” He continues, beaming up at Seojoon, trying his best to fulfil his happy-go-lucky image. All he can do is pray it works as Seojoon does his best to pick up the slack for his hurting friend.

Jungkook

“I’m going over,” Jungkook huffs, and before anyone can grab him, he’s broken off from the group and elegantly stalked over to where you and your new boyfriend are stood, recounting for the hundredth time how the two of you met – well, his version of it anyway. Your boyfriend’s management had been eager to leave out the part where you met through your ex, Jungkook. But the singer has no intention of letting that fact remain buried, “I think you two have missed a detail in there,” Jungkook interrupts casually, giving the camera his most innocent smile. He gives off the aura of an old friend, a hint of a laugh in his tone,

“Jungkook?” You gasp, not quite as well-practiced in acting unbothered by things. Your shock (and horror) is evident on your face for a split second, long enough for everyone to notice, before you’re able to rearrange your features into something more pleasant, “What were we missing? I’d hate to not be giving the full story,” Your smile is strained, but only Jungkook and your boyfriend really notice that tiny detail,

“I feel the same. The fans need to know the full story, how else are they supposed to love you like you love each other?” He lies tactfully, “I believe the part where you actually met because I was mentoring your lovely young man at the time. Did that part slip your mind? It was a little after he debuted, he reached out for some tips on how to be on the camera. We worked closely, and clearly you did too,” Jungkook amends, looking directly into your eyes as he sees you panic. Good. Jungkook bids his goodbye as naturally as he gave his hello, and sweeps off back to his group. He hopes it hurts. You cheated on him; you deserve it.

[masterofmunson]

all i ask of you (1)

Harry Styles x Fem!Reader Broadway AU

Summary: You’re forced to work with your famous ex boyfriend on Broadway.

Word Count: 3.7k+

Warnings: language

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I’m extremely excited for this mini series. I’m still planning it out right now, but it shouldn’t be longer than 7-8 parts if it goes according to plan. I also know next to nothing about theater/Broadway. I was an athlete in high school and I can’t sing to save my life haha. So I apologize for any discrepancies. I’m trying my best here. Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!

here is the playlist to accompany the series!

“Oh my gosh, Harry!” you shout, holding your face in your hands. You grin into your palms and heat spreads down your neck. 

Harry laughs. You hear him walk towards you. His soft giggles touch the shell of your ear. He gently pulls your hands away from your face. He kisses your knuckles sweetly before pouting at you. 

“Pretty, please, baby,” he begs softly. His hands gently hold yours. 

“No. Absolutely not. I’m too embarrassed!”

He frowns, pulling you up from the chair you’re sat in. He sets your arms over his shoulders and you stand in the middle of his small private studio. 

“You’re going to school for music ‘n you’re too shy to sing f’ me? Me? I’m your crazy talented boyfriend. We should be making duet cover albums right now.”

You whine, shaking your head at him. “Harry, this is different! We’ve been friends for so long and now that we’re dating, it’s different. You want me to sing on the back track of your first single as a solo artist. That’s a big deal. I can’t do that.”

Harry kisses you again and smiles. “Sure you can. ‘M asking you to. It won’t take long. The back track is the only thing missing.”

“I’m only doing one verse,” you argue, “and you’re doing the rest. You can’t watch me record it either. I can’t focus when you’re looking at me like that. Take it or leave it.”

Harry laughs, pulling you into his chest and he kisses you warmly. “If it’s the only way I get to hear you sing, I’ll take it.”

… 

Jane had been acting weird since the moment she woke up. She didn’t return your quiet good morning as the two of you drink your morning coffees together. She wouldn’t look you in the eye when you asked if she was okay. It was weird to say the least. It was out of her character. 

The two of you went to Northwestern’s Drama school and have been friends ever since. She was the voice of reason when you nearly turned down your first Broadway performance. She followed you three months later and you’ve lived together ever since. 

It’s been nearly four years since the two of you moved to New York for Broadway. It was a weird transition at first. You moved from California, to Illinois, and finally to New York within five years and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re doing what you love and you wouldn’t trade it for a second. It was the prime reason you and your ex-boyfriend broke up. 

It was a short relationship. It lasted the summer following your last year of college. You spent your last summer at home knowing you wouldn’t return. You had no idea you would be dating someone at that time. You broke the news that you would not be returning to California. You thought you’d be able to do long distance due to the nature of his job. You thought he would be thrilled for you. You were friends with his manager’s girlfriend and they were all happy for you. They knew how much you wanted to be on Broadway and away from California. You were meant for New York and everyone knew that. 

He didn’t want to do long distance and you didn’t want to give up your dream, so you broke up. It didn’t matter that he was one of your closest friends before you started dating. He knew you dreamed of being on Broadway and now that it was coming true, he wanted you to choose. It broke your heart, but you wouldn’t compromise and he wouldn’t either. It was okay for you to be selfish. You were following your dream. 

The last you heard, he released a second album that is no doubt successful. You have no desire to listen to it. It would open old wounds. You were too stubborn and proud and didn’t care to listen to what you’ve heard is a great album. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, Jane? You’re being weird and not acting like yourself,” you tell her with genuine concern as the two of you walk down the street towards the back lot of the theater.

“Have you heard the news?” Jane asks you, avoiding your question entirely. You swipe your electronic key to the theater on the keypad attached to the back door. You open the door and step inside. Jane follows behind you and shuts the door behind her. 

Your brows crease in confusion and you turn to look at her. “What news? What are you talking about?” 

Jane’s face noticeably falls. Her brown eyes widen and she nervously scratches the back of her neck. You know that reaction like the back of your hand. She just asked you a question about something you knew nothing about. You were in the dark and she shouldn’t have asked you. She lets out a careful breath before speaking again, “They stunt casted Raoul.”

Your heart drops. Why didn’t the director or the casting director tell you? Why didn’t John tell you? You had grown quite close to your on-stage love interest and he didn’t have the courtesy to tell you he was leaving the show. You worked together on the show for nearly a year and now you have to start over entirely with whoever took his place. 

It wasn’t easy getting comfortable with John. You hadn’t had a big lead like Christine before. You were a supporting character in all the shows you were in up until last year. John showed you the ropes. He helped you gain confidence in your ability to play a lead. Now you’re going to have to rebuild the chemistry with whoever took his place.

Now that she mentions it, you’re going to have to work with a pretentious celebrity. You’ve only been in one other show when they’ve stunt casted a character. It didn’t go over well. He was demanding and hard to work with. It was the longest nine weeks of your life. You hate when shows stunt cast. 

You groan, rolling your eyes. “Great. Do you know who it is?”

Jane laughs nervously. She bites the inside of her cheek. She avoids your gaze and fumbles with her phone. “Unfortunately I do.”

You raise a brow at her. It makes you anxious because of her nervous tone. She doesn’t want to tell you. In the eight years you’ve known each other, she hasn’t kept a secret from you. She won’t start now. “Why do you sound like you’re about to break bad news to me? Who is it?” 

You gently reach for her arm and the two of you stop in the narrow hallway backstage and Jane’s brown eyes meet yours. She takes a careful breath in before speaking, “They stunt casted Harry.”

Your eyes widen and you gasp. The wind is knocked out of you. You can barely breathe. You grab on the wall for support. Jane frowns. “I overheard Frank and Nancy talking about it yesterday when I was in the green room grabbing my phone. He must’ve done a video audition since we’ve been here every day this past week. Today’s his first day. I wanted to tell you last night, but I wasn’t sure how. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”

You swallow hard and shake off the shock. You stand up straight and let out a puff of air. You start walking down the hall towards your dressing room. “It’s fine,” you respond. “It’s been years. I’m different and so is he. Besides, he won’t be here very long. Frank will be looking to cast his replacement while he’s here anyway.”

You push open the door to your dressing room and Jane follows closely behind you. Jane nearly steps on your heels when you stop in the middle of the doorway. She peeks around your arm and her eyes widen. 

Your eyes meet Harry’s and it’s clear he’s just as shocked to see you as you are of him. He clearly didn’t anticipate your reunion to be so soon. You swallow hard and step into the room. You drop your bag on your makeup table and turn to face him. You reach for your script and hold it to your chest. Your water bottle dangles from your fingers. Your eyes meet Jane’s quickly as she stands frozen in the middle of the doorway looking between you and Harry. 

You cough uncomfortably and force a smile on to your face as you stare at Harry. “Hi, Harry,” you greet him. “It’s good to see you.”

Harry blinks before standing up from his chair. He takes a small step towards you and you raise a brow at him questionably. He doesn’t take another step. He knows better than to try and hug you. He smiles uncomfortably and rings his fingers together. He fiddles with his rings and you hate that you know that it’s a nervous habit of his. 

“Hey,” he says, biting the inside of his cheek anxiously. “It’s nice to see you. You look good.”

You nod uncomfortably and scratch at your arm. “Well, um, we should go to the stage. They’ll be expecting us and they need to introduce you to the rest of the cast.”

“Right, right,” he nods. His eyes move towards Jane. Her arms are crossed and she’s glaring at him. “Hi, Jane.”

“Harry,” she spat as you tug on her arm and pull her out of the room, leaving Harry behind. 

You let out a careful breath and shake out your shoulders as you make your way to the stage. You ignore Jane’s swears and grumbles as you pull her along with you. You just need to get through today. It will get easier as time goes on. You haven’t seen him in four years. Everything will be fine. 

You sit down on stage and pull Jane down with you. She huffs and Aaron nudges you gently. You turn your attention on him and he nods at Jane. 

“What’s up with Jane?” Aaron asks you, leaning back on his hands. 

“She’s just being Jane,” you answer vaguely, rubbing your hands on your thighs anxiously. Your eyes linger on the side of the stage, anticipating Harry’s inevitable arrival. You hate it. 

Harry walks on stage behind Frank, the director of the show, a few seconds later. The cast murmurs and gasps at the sight of him and all you want to do is shrivel up and die. You avoid his gaze. You stare down into your lap awkwardly. 

Frank claps his hands together and you look up to watch him. “As you may have heard, John has made the decision to leave the show. As sad as it is, it has given us as a company to work with none other than the fabulous Harry Styles in the meantime,” he exclaims. It makes your blood boil and you grit your teeth. “He will be with us for the next six weeks as Raoul. We want him to feel at home while he’s here, so don’t be shy and introduce yourselves. As of right now, however, I want Aaron and Y/n to work with Harry. Everyone else knows what to do.”

You resist the urge to pout and groan. It’s not Frank’s fault. You have to remind yourself of that. No one knows that you used to date Harry. He’s an incredibly private person and it was no exception while you were dating. It’s not like you wanted to broadcast you were an ex of his either. You’re not Kendall Jenner or Taylor Swift, so why would anyone care? You’re nothing compared to the celebrities he’s dated or has been linked to in the past. 

Jane squeezes your hand in silent support before running off to work on her lines. Aaron helps you up from the floor and you walk towards Harry with Aaron at your side. You ignore Harry’s lingering eyes. 

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Aaron introduces himself, shaking Harry’s hand. “Your new album is fantastic. I’m super excited to work with you, and I’m sure Y/n is too.”

“Thank you, I’m excited as well. I’ve never thought I’d be on Broadway. It was always Y/n’s thing, anyway,” Harry replies. 

Your eyes widen and you swallow hard. Shit. Now they know that you know Harry. This is already turning into a disaster. You want nothing more than to strangle Harry. 

“Oh?” Aaron turns to look at you. You wipe your hands against the sides of your jeans nervously. “You never told me you knew Harry, Y/n.”

You laugh uncomfortably. You bite the inside of your cheek and let out an anxious breath. You need to save your ass. You have to for the sake of the show. They don’t need to know that you used to date. They don’t need to know that Harry broke your heart. 

“It’s never come up in conversation,” you respond easily. “I’m friends with his manager’s girlfriend. That’s how we know each other. I haven’t seen him in forever. It’s been four years since we’ve seen each other.”

Your eyes flicker towards Harry. His eyes are trained on you and you can’t decipher the look on his face. You’re not exactly lying, but you’re not telling the full truth either. 

Yes, you are friends with Glenn. Yes, you haven’t seen him in forever. 

No one has to know you used to go to his house and kiss the famous Harry Styles senseless, least of all your co-star and director. 

“Sweet,” Aaron replies. He laughs and turns to Harry again. “You’ll have to give me all the dirt you have on her later. I don’t buy the fact that she doesn’t like New York Style pizza.”

You resist the urge to elbow Aaron in the gut. Harry could potentially air out all your dirty laundry if he wanted to. All Aaron has to do is ask. 

Harry laughs uncomfortably. “Yeah—”

“Not that I don’t enjoy the fact that the three of you are already getting along, but we have a lot to do today,” Frank interrupts, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. It makes you jump. Your nervousness is out of this world. 

“Right, right, sorry,” Harry apologizes. 

You tune out immediately. Your eyes drift up to the ceiling as Frank talks. Blood rushes through your ears and you have to remind yourself that Harry’s only here for six weeks. It’s just six weeks. You can survive six weeks. He’ll be gone soon enough and you’ll go back to never thinking about him. Hopefully you won’t run into him four years from now. He’ll disappear out of your life in six weeks. It’ll be fine. 

“Y/n, I want you to start from the beginning with Harry. We’ll work our way up to blocking next week and have a dress rehearsal before his debut. It’ll be a very long, tiring week, but I have faith in you. Start with the scenes with just the two of you and we’ll work our way up from there. Let me know when you’ve warmed up so I can be there. Julie is waiting for you in rehearsal room two.”

You nod slowly and you walk off stage towards the rehearsal room. Harry follows behind you and you step inside the room. Harry shuts the door and you hug Julie. 

“Hi, Harry. I’m Julie, one of the vocal coaches on staff. I’ll be helping you get acquainted with Y/n’s vocal abilities so you know when to project. I know this is redundant, but Broadway is an art within itself. It’s much different from what you’re used to.”

Harry nods, shaking her hand before opening his script. You take a quick peek and notice that it’s already marked up. At least he’s prepared. 

“I’m excited to learn,” Harry tells her with an eager smile. “I’m a fast learner.”

“Good, now let’s warm up.”

You set your script and water bottle down before shaking out your hands. You let out a nervous breath and ignore Harry’s lingering gaze. 

In the short time you were with Harry, you were too bashful and insecure to sing in front of him. He’s the rockstar. He’s the celebrity with millions of adoring fans. He’s worshiped and you are not. 

Your insecurities always got the better of you. You knew you were talented. You went to one of the best theater schools in the country. However, you actively avoided singing around Harry while you were dating. It didn’t matter that you could sing circles around him. He was the one with the fame and following. You were a broke college graduate. 

You start to warm up and avoid looking over at Harry as you sing. You stop when Julie says your name. Harry approaches you and you start to warm up together. 

You warm up for another five minutes before Julie stops you. You take a drink of water before grabbing your script. The door opens and you turn to look behind you. 

Frank enters with Aaron behind him. 

“Let’s start in the middle of Think of Me, right before Raoul enters,” Julie states. 

You nod and Harry reaches for his script. He flips through the pages and Julie sits down at the piano. Her eyes flicker towards Harry. 

“Remember, this is the first time Raoul sees Christine since they were children. He’s enamored by her, so you need to convey that in your singing.”

Harry nods and Julie starts to play the piano. You start to sing and Harry’s eyes soften as he looks at you. You’re clearly more comfortable than he is. You’re in your element. He is not. 

Harry misses his cue and you turn to look at him. The piano stops and Harry’s face flushes an embarrassing shade of pink. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes. “I’m a bit nervous.”

Your brows crease in disbelief. You don’t believe him. There’s only five of you in the room. He’s performed in front of hundreds of thousands of fans and he’s nervous now? You don’t buy it. 

Julie starts the piano again and you start over. He starts to sing and your eyes meet his. You sing again until Frank cuts you off. 

It’s obvious that he notices how tense you are. You’re staring at Harry like you want to kill him. You’re not looking at him like Christine would be looking at Raoul when they see each other for the first time after so many years apart. You don’t feel an ounce of love or compassion for him, and it’s conveyed on your face. 

“Listen, I know Harry’s taking John’s place and it’s only natural that you miss him, but we don’t have time for an awkward stage. You need to be comfortable with Harry. I know you can do it. Let’s try All of Ask of You.”

You grit your teeth, resisting the urge to snap at your director. You force yourself to relax and shake away your anger. You set your script down on top of the piano and turn towards Harry. He flips through his script again and Julie starts playing the piano. 

Harry’s eyes meet yours and he briefly looks down at his script before he starts to sing. It makes you feel weird. You hadn’t sang together while you were dating and now you’re being forced to as exes. 

You relax your shoulders and your fiery gaze as you sing. It makes your heart race as you look at each other and you hate it. You absolutely hate it. You’re singing about love and always being there for each other, something your relationship with Harry lacked in the first place. 

The song ends and you turn to look over at Frank and Aaron. Frank claps, clearly happy with how the two of you sang. It was definitely better than before. You swallow hard and drink your water. 

“Great start. I’m happy with the progress. I know that it’s only day one, but we have ten days until Harry’s debut and it’ll fly by. These next ten days are going to be very long and very tiring, but it’ll be worth it in the end. I want the two of you to spend some time together outside the theater. Aaron told me that you do know each other, but you need to be comfortable enough to sell that your characters are in love. Keep in mind, you kiss about five or six times throughout the show. It’ll help the character’s chemistry if the two of you get reacquainted off stage.”

You resist the urge to scoff. You don’t need reminding that you have to kiss Harry. The last  thing you want is to kiss your ex boyfriend, but you have to. Now it’s your job. 

You nod and so does Harry. Frank and Aaron leave and you tune out Julie again. 

You do as you’re told. You help Harry when you need to as you get comfortable singing with him. It takes much longer than you anticipated and you try your best not to snap at him. Julie doesn’t need to know that Harry is your ex boyfriend. 

When it’s time for lunch, you disappear to find Jane. You find her in your dressing room waiting for you. You pull your coat on and grab your purse. 

“Ready?” Jane asks you. 

“God, yes. I need a drink,” you tell her. 

Jane laughs, shaking her head at you. “It’s only 11:30.”

You roll your eyes at her. “It’s five o’clock somewhere.”

“It was that bad?”

“Don’t even get me started,” you roll your eyes. 

You walk out of your dressing room and nearly run into Harry. You stumble back into Jane and Harry reaches for your shoulders to steady you. You glare at him and pull away from his touch. 

You step around Harry and he says your name softly. “Where are you going?”

“Lunch. I’ll be back in an hour.”

You walk out of the theater with Jane at your side. You let out a loud sigh of relief. “Jesus, this is going to be the longest six weeks of my life.”

Jane laughs loudly as the two of you walk down the street to your favorite deli.