#like taylor swift is alright musically but like what a weird thing to say about some one so publically

[manofmanymeats]

This guy is literally such a creep

[aithusarosekiller]

taylor swift is an awful person, and her music is mid at best. i'm getting really tired of people conflating being a marauders fan with being a swiftie

and of course, i know this isn't just a you thing, i know there's plenty of swifties in the marauders fandom, i hope some more see this

all this to say, i followed you because of that post you made of your fic concept you're writing about regulus being in the order and sirius recognizing him one day, but i can't take all the taylor swift content anymore and am unfollowing

please think critically about what i'm saying, please evaluate whether or not taylor swift deserves your worship (she doesn't), and hope you're alright

Opened my phone to see this and went damn, it's 9am...😭 I'd rather lose a couple notes than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning. Clearly anon didn't have it in themselves to go with Grace and had to share with the class so give them a proper send off, so... ready for it?

I make content about my interests, if you don't like that you can block the Taylor tags, like seriously you need to calm down. I'm a real person, not a content machine made to abide my your rules so unfortunately your whining is all white noise, my content is just my choice

I don't get the intention behind this (I don't sent people weird anonymous critiques to guilt trip them into losing an interest, you wouldn't know what I mean) but I hope you got whatever you wanted.

I don't know who you are so you unfollowing really doesn't bother me that much. thANk yOu straNger for giving me new content though! I noticed a lot of blank space on my account these past few days so it's lovely to be able to go 'what if I told you I'm back' to all my lovely followers with this one

Bye bye, baby! If you ever change your mind I'll be right where you left me 🫶 (Ps. JKR is also an awful person and you seem to like her art well enough 😉)

(I wasn't gonna reply but I found the opportunity to drop a couple of references far too tempting)

[lualuabestningdungie]

Illicit affairs

Synopsis: Choi Yeonjun was the leader of the dance team, he was one of the most popular guys at school. Your older sister, Yunjin, is one of Yeonjun’s close friends causing you to occasionally hang out with them. What happens when Yeonjun tells you he wants to see you behind everyone’s back?

Genre: angst, very little fluff

Warnings: might contain grammar and spelling mistakes, maybe cursing, angst, unrequited feelings

A/N: i know Yeonjun would never do this but I got inspired on illicit affairs by mother Taylor Swift 😭

Masterlist :)

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“Hey yn” it was him. He was always late when you met. “Sorry I’m late, I had to stay more time at practice.” He got closer to you and cupped your face with both of his hands. “Forgive me?” He looked down at you, his eyes glittered and he had a small pout on his face. He got closer to you and pecked your lips.

You nodded with a dumb smile on your face. You hated that he had so much power over you, and you forgave him every time.

“That’s my girl.” He said smiling and releasing your face from his hold.

After you two hung out at an empty parking lot, he would say goodbye by giving you a long kiss on your lips. You noticed when he walked away he always wore the hood of his sweatshirt and walked fast almost running with his head low.

It hurt you that things had to be like that. You didn’t understand why Yeonjun would hide your relationship. It was very confusing, but you forgot all that confusion when you were with him.

He made you feel many things. He was your first love, and your first everything.

You treasured the memory of your first kiss with him. It happened a few months after you met him. Your sister Yunjin hosted a party at your house when your parents left for a work trip, it was almost 2 am when you walked into the kitchen, the music was still loud but people were starting to leave. As you entered to the kitchen you saw Yeonjun leaning on a counter with a cup on his hands.

“Hey yn, thought you were sleeping.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t sleep with all the music and I also came to check that everything was alright.”

He nodded and stared at you.

“You look so cute.” He stared at you as he walked closer. You already had your pajamas on, that consisted on an old t-shirt and some pants.

“Thank you.” You were taken aback by his comment, you blushed while staring at him. “Why are you here alone? Where’s Yunjin?” It was weird that he was alone, he was normally crowded by his friends and other people.

“She’s outside with Soobin and Sakura, but she told me that you might come down around this hour.” He said looking into your eyes.

Every time there was a party at your house you would check on everything around this hour just to make sure that everything was fine. You felt like you needed to check that everything and everyone was alright. “You were waiting for me?”

He chuckled. “Well, you can say that. I wanted to see you.” He leaned forward closer to you.

“But why?” It surely was something weird. You never expected Yeonjun to say that to you. Although he was your friend, you didn’t exactly talk to him that much.

“God, yn you’re so oblivious… it’s so cute.” Your eyes widened at his words and he smiled leaning even closer. “You know, I really like you.”

“You do?” You felt his breath on your lips, he nodded. He grabbed your chin gently tilting your head so he could get a better view of your face. “Can I?”

You nodded and he leaned in pressing his lips into yours for a few seconds. He pulled away smiling and he brushed his thumb on your cheek.

And that’s how it all started.

One day you were walking to school with your friend Kai, he has been your best friends since you were in middle school. He was the only person who knew about you and Yeonjun, but he didn’t really approved your relationship.

“Why do you keep making him lunch? Why can’t he make it himself?” Kai said while rolling his eyes. It was kind of a tradition of yours to make lunch for Yeonjun.

“Well, he likes it when I do it, plus I get to talk to him.”

“Talk to him? He merely says thank you!” He rolled his eyes and continued walking.

“We always talk after school, and he always says he loves it when I make him lunch.” You smiled at the thought of him giving you a kiss as a thank you.

“I still don’t understand why he doesn’t want to tell anyone of your relationship, is he ashamed or something?”

“Don’t say that Kai! Of course he isn’t ashamed, he just wants a little bit of more time.” Kai sighed and you both got to school.

You looked for Yeonjun at the dance room where he was practicing. When you reached the classroom you peered through a window and saw that Yeonjun was talking to Areum. She was a year above you and everyone knew she liked Yeonjun for a very long time. It made your heart hurt a little to see him with her.

You entered the classroom and catched Beomgyu’s attention. He walked towards you with a sweet smile.

“Hey ynnie!” He patted your head.

“Hello Beomgyu.” You smiled at him. Beomgyu was also a year above you, but you knew him since he tutored you before your chemistry exam. You did pass the exam.

“Are you here to see us practice?” He asked still smiling. He looked like a golden retriever, he was always so full of energy.

“Um, actually I wanted to talk to Yeonjun…” you looked behind his shoulder, and Yeonjun was already walking towards you.

“Hey kid, need something?” He said when he reached you.

“I brought you lunch, Yunjin and I baked some bread yesterday and I thought that you may like it.” You smiled handing him a small bag. He smiled shortly and ruffled your hair, he muttered a small ‘thank you’ and left to continue with his routine.

“Do you still have bread.” You heard Beomgyu,s voice.

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You were in Yeonjun’s house. You told your parents you were going to Kai’s house to finish a project, but you didn’t.

You were laying in Yeonjun’s bed next to him. His head was on your chest and your hand played softly with his hair.

“Hey Jun” you whispered softly and he hummed in response. “When are we going to tell everyone we’re dating?” You felt him tense up and he looked up at you.

“Baby I already told you, we just need a bit more time okay?” You were ready to ask why when he leaned in pressing his lips against yours. “Trust me, please.” You nodded.

After a few hours you went back home. You locked yourself in your room and sat quietly in your bed. Without even noticing, tears started falling from your eyes. It hurt that Yeonjun wanted to keep it a secret. Deep down you knew he didn’t need time, you just didn’t want to accept it. You told yourself you can always stop. Oh but you would ruin yourself a million times for him. An he knew that

Months went by and you were still like this. Hiding, loving each other, and then wanting to stop. You gathered all your strength, and it cost you a lot, but you were finally going to do it. You were confronting Yeonjun.

You wore his favorite perfume, the one your sister gave you for your birthday, the one he had told you that will always remind him of you.

You told him to meet you at the same old parking lot you often saw each other after school. On your way there you thought about how painful it was going to be. You tried to ignore that feeling, but it was impossible, you really fell for him. You loved him. When you were with him you felt like you saw new colors, you could speak a different language that only you and him could understand. But all that had to end. Because you weren't going to tolerate being treated like that. Maybe he did love you, but why did it have to be in secret?

You saw him leaning against a wall, he was waiting for you and when he saw you he smiled and got closer to you with open arms, but when you didn't run to him and embrace him like you always did he changed his expression into a concerned one. "Baby what's wrong?"

You looked down and he grabbed your chin to make you look at him. You were already crying without even saying anything. "Jun, I'm sorry" you tried to hold back a sob.

"What do you mean?" you could actually see worry in his eyes. But that wouldn't stop you. So with a deep breath you managed to tell him.

"I can't do this anymore... I love you Yeonjun, i really do, but I can't be with someone who hurts me this much...I can't keep pretending that we're nothing, because it really hurts me. Keep pretending that you're just my sisters friend, that I mean nothing to you..."

He was also crying. His tears made their way down his cheeks, he really looked hurt. "Baby wh-" you didn't let him finish.

"Don't call me baby... look at how of an idiotic fool that you made me... I feel stupid now, I waited months for you, and nothing happened, Yeonjun. I don't know why you insisted on hiding our relationship. Where you embarrassed? Was I not enough?"

"Stop saying that!"

"Then tell me what was it!" You responded, your voice was louder this time. But he stayed silent. "Don't look for me. I don't want to see you again." You left.

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Hello :) can you do a request with modern Thomas again. They play just dance but since she was dumb at dancing in rythm she sing the lyric and Thomas is like « whoa that’s my girl » because he never hear her singing like that before. The music could be one republic. Please. And have a good day/night noon

Hope!!!!! This is literally the cutest idea thank you for requesting love youuuu

sorry if the middle pic is weird lol I just always see short hair in your pfps so I thought why not

Something I Need

Thomas x fem!reader

Notes: Modern AU, I don't think Something I Need is on Just Dance but it's my absolute fav one republic song I LOVE it so I had to use it, Minho is your bestie/no.1 enemy btw

Warnings: language/swearing

It's another late afternoon at Gally and Brenda's place, the light streaming through the window as the sun sinks down.

Most of the gang is slowly arriving for game night, Newt helping Brenda with food as Gally prepares the drinks, while Thomas lounges on the couch watching Ben and Winston fight over control of the music.

"No one wants Taylor Swift, bitch."

"She's good, you uncultured asshat. Give me the remote or I swear-"

The doorbell rings and Thomas rolls off the couch, snorting at his friends' antics.

"Alby!" he greets, the door swinging open to reveal his friend... holding eggs in his bare hands.

Alby rolls his eyes at Thomas' raised eyebrows. "Brenda wanted egg whites to put foam things in the drinks. I didn't want to crush them in my bag."

"Sure," says Thomas, amused.

"Hold the door!"

Thomas turns at your voice, grabbing the handle to stop the door from closing. His face breaks into a wide smile as he sees you.

"Hi," you say, grinning.

"Hey," he responds, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. "It's good to see you."

You giggle, blushing. "Yeah, you too."

"Goddammit," says Minho, behind you in the doorway. "You two are sickening."

You and Thomas had only started dating about a week ago, so you're very much still in the honeymoon phase, much to your friends' discomfort.

"Alright!" you exclaim, clapping your hands together. "What's going on here, everyone looks bored as hell."

"They were waiting for the fun people to show up," says Minho with a smirk.

You walk in down the hallway, saying hi to Brenda and dropping the groceries she'd asked for on the counter.

"If you're so fun, what should we do?" asks Winston.

Minho exchanges a look with you, and grins. "Just Dance," he says.

"Seriously?" huffs Winston.

"Hell yes," you jump in. "I'm gonna beat you this time, Minho."

"Just Dance is lame," groans Ben, from his upside down position on the couch.

"Only cause you suck at it," you fire back. You turn to the rest of the group. "Who's playing?"

"I'm in," says Thomas, followed by Newt and Teresa.

"Who's up first?" asks Minho, scrolling through the songlist.

Teresa jumps in, taking the controller you pass to her.

Minho selects the song, and grabs the second controller for himself. "It's a 3-person dance, you want in Tommy-boy?" he waves the control in Thomas' direction.

"You're on," says Thomas.

You and Newt pile onto the couch to watch beside Ben and Winston, with Alby standing beside you.

Your eyes stay on Thomas and his dancing; awkward and not quite aligning with the character on the screen that he's meant to be matching, but so free and joyful, laughing at Minho and Teresa, and himself too. So cute.

Newt leans over and whispers in your ear. "So we agree Tommy's got no dance skills whatsoever?"

Your eyes are still caught on Thomas, as he turns to smile at you mid-dance. You let out a cheer and clap over-enthusiastically, and he laughs at your support.

"Yeah, he can't dance," you reply fondly.

"I bet you think this is the cutest thing in the world," mutters Newt, raising his brows at you.

You snort. "Yeah, I really do," you say honestly.

The song ends with Thomas almost but not quite beating out Teresa, and Minho with a score so high it's not even funny.

You cheer along with the others, as Thomas and Teresa turn to the couch to swap players. When he gets close enough, you slip a hand behind his neck to bring him closer, and pull him into a long kiss, taking the controller from his hand at the same time.

Everyone collectively groans immediately, but you just pull back and grin. "That was for good luck. Thanks, Tommy."

"Anytime," says Thomas, with a matching grin.

You turn to Newt, who's covering his eyes dramatically, and you yank him up by the arm. "Get up here with me, you're doing this."

Minho holds up his controller. "Who wants to swap-"

"Nope, you're playing another," you cut him off, shooting him a competitive glare.

Minho smirks. "This'll be easy."

"Just pick a song, losers," calls Newt, shaking his head, as if he isn't equally competitive once you start playing.

"One Republic!" you say excitedly, and Minho selects Something I Need from the menu.

The song starts softly, making it easier to keep up with the smooth, slower dance moves. But then the beat kicks in.

"Shit!" you yell, laughing. "Why's it so hard?"

The characters do a twirl on the screen, and Newt trips, cursing loudly.

You start mumbling the lyrics to yourself, to try to keep in time. Then the chorus hits, and you decide screw it.

"You've got something I need", you sing loudly, punching each dance move out to the beat.

You grin to yourself, belting the song and watching your score go up.

Thomas watches from behind you, cheering loudly. She's so damn good.

"Hey, Y/n can sing!" says Teresa, letting out a cheer as you clap your hands on the beat, the game showing an 'awesome!' over your name.

Thomas has never heard you sing like this; it's adorable, and surprisingly really good since you're dancing at the same time.

"Is she gonna beat Minho?" Thomas hears Ben ask incredulously.

That's my girl, thinks Thomas.

The song reaches the end, and you turn to your audience at the last line. "If we only live once, I want to live with you." You wink at Thomas and shoot him a wide smile with cheesy finger guns.

Your friends start yelling as the game counts up your scores, the shouts becoming deafening as your bar overtakes Minho's.

"She's done it! She's taken him down!" cackles Ben, who for all his 'Just Dance is lame' has gotten surprisingly into the game.

Minho falls dramatically, gesturing his arms towards you with a flourish. "The true champion. Here, take my crown." He lifts an invisible crown off his head and places it on yours.

"Yes, thank you very much," you say, giving your best attempt at a curtsey.

You and Minho pass your controllers to the next players, Newt insisting on another try.

"You killed it," says Thomas, grinning at you as you join him beside the couch, standing to watch.

"It was the luck you gave me before the game," you joke, leaning into Thomas.

He shakes his head, laughing. "I like your voice, by the way."

"You do? Thank you," you say.

You both laugh as Frypan hops in the wrong direction, knocking into Winston who shouts in protest.

"Hey, Y/n." You look up at Thomas. "You know, you are something I need."

"I-" you can feel the blush rising to your cheeks, and you shove him lightly. "So lame," you groan.

Thomas laughs, and pulls you back in, looping an arm around your waist.

"...I need you too, Thomas."

He smiles, and drops a kiss on your head.

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"Oh my god- Winston, are you okay?"

This was so fun to write lolll

Sorry for how long it took, but thank you so much for requesting @hope92100 ❤❤❤

[silversmoke-20]

Yandere Teenage Kraken GenderSwapped!

Ruby Gillman/Ruben Gillman

Shellsea/Shelldon

Contents: Yandere Tendencies, Genderswap au, NSFW content, Dark content, College au, Aged up!, Horny, Cat's are God's!

Ruben Gillman and Shelldon

These two as boys will be nothing more than terrifying. One will be basically a walking horny fish that wants to ravage kiss you and the other is basically clingy and is close to kidnapping saving you from that damn merman, who's making unnecessary glances at your direction.

Shelldon

This merman wouldn't hesitate to well breakup any relationship you were in just to have you. He would demand for you to show him a pic of that gorgeous body so he can Ahem! Relieve himself real quick! In any other situations if you're alone with him get ready for a wild ride.

"Such a naughty Human~, I know you wanted this~"

The moment Shelldon saw Ruben Gillman that kraken prince giving him one of those creepy black eyed stare before heading towards his darling. He knew he had to kill that damn raw calamari bastard.

Shelldon will use all his powers that he cultivated before arriving in Oceanside high and will use his hypnotic signing to have you distance yourself away from the cephalopod or else you can say goodbye to your dear family.

"You've been hanging with that stupid calamari boy. I guess you need to be taught a, "lesson". Get on your knees and let's put that disobedient mouth to proper use~".

Shelldon is a massive control freak and doesn't like it if you disobey him. So he'll blackmail you or use his charismatic and good looks and he'll have you wrapped around his finger.

Be a good little human pet and he won't change your Spotify playlist to only Taylor Swift music.

Ruben Gillman

Oh this sweet summer child is literally down bad for you and he craves your touch, lips, affection and body. Like I'm talking about a touched starve zenitsu begging for any affection, even if it's from inosuke kind cravings.

The moment you rolled passed him on your roller skates with a satchel strapped around your shoulders and giving him a cheeky wink, he knew you and him belong together.

He will try and find out everything of what you liked and Disliked. After Stalking checking out your social media, he discovered you played the drums and guitar and loved to skate. Basically a punk rock darling he never knew he desired.

So after been given an old skateboard given by his father that had a cool blue Cthulhu design on the bottom. He knew he was ready

So noticing this odd blue skinned boy trying to skate on a skateboard had made you want to coach the poor baby how to properly skate. So after teaching him how to skate and do some neat tricks he asked for your number.

"I'm Ruben Gillman, a normal teenage boy!"

Now it's weird that someone half your height has the same dislikes and likes you have would raise some red flags🚩🚩🚩. But humans are stupid you shared more of your interests.

One night he stalked followed you to see you sit out on the end of the pier and writing some lyrics and sketches for some designs and the moment you attempted to get up, your foot slipped on the wet wood and you fell into the water. Ruben knew he had to save you and dove in after you.

"Are you alright Y/n- I mean human?"

Hearing a worried voice, you noticed the voice held your tiny body in his huge rubbery purple four fingered hand. Looking up you see an adorable purple Kraken with a metal crown sitting atop his head. His entire body had this lights stretched across his glowing purple body.

Putting you down on the pier he dove into the waters below and you can only watch the illuminated cephalopod swam away from the mainland.

Now this began your curiosity about this adorable giant sea beast. You decided to head to the pier three nights later and with your guitar, you started playing a song.

Seeing no Kraken in sight you decided to chalk this up to you being delusional and started to pack your things.

Until-

"I like your song, can you play more for me?"

Now this began your friendship with The Kraken and you. Sometimes you had to cancel plans with Ruben and he oddly enough doesn't mind, he also sounds similar to him.

After Shelldon interacted with you, you noticed that Ruben and the kraken had a odd switch to a different personality.

The two separately told you to stay away from that man. But you were human, a stupid little human.

The moment you spent one single day with Shelldon, you're suddenly woken up to see you were in a large cave.

Confused you noticed the rise of water slowly forming nearby and noticed the kraken appearing before you holding something under the water.

Suddenly he throws something out of the water, and too your horror it was Shelldon, who had his chest recently impaled and his lower body in the body of fish tail.

Demanding the kraken to let you go he slowly exits the water with a disappointed look on his face and witnessed him slowly shrinking in size and with a flash of purple light.

Ruben and the Kraken were the same person. And now you could only hope to whatever existing god there is that he wouldn't hurt you.

"Don't worry, I'm going to protect you from those who want to tear us apart."

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Yooo new teenage kraken x reader content just dropped? Whoohoo!

A gift for @hana-no-seiiki

Also anyone wanna request for more teenage kraken x reader content? Please ask and I'll gladly do so!

[scarisd3ad]

Superstar | football player!Joel miller x popstar!reader

One - sparks fly

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Warnings - cursing, fake dating? Age gap based off of Taylor swift and Travis Kelce kinda hard launching their relationship last night, Joel has his both his daughters but they are way younger in this (Sarah being 9, and Ellie being 5), Joel is 37 and reader is 26, no outbreak au, and modern au (its around 2022 or 2023)

Summary - when you find out about a certain football player showing up at your tour you decide to reach out just because of all the dating rumors, but what if thoughs rumors turn into reality?

‘Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile’

I don't think I've ever cleaned so hard as I did today, I made sure anything not child appropriate was put up, I made sure all the rooms were cleaned, the floors were mopped, and the carpets were vacuumed. I also made sure ollies litter was fresh. everything was ready for when Joel and his oldest daughter arrived. I even made sure to wear a kid appropriate one-piece bathing suit with a pair of shorts pulled over it. ollie somehow knew I was expecting visitors, so he was being way more energetic than he normally is, running around, jumping on and off things and scratching up the side of the walls. 

knock, knock knock.

I look down at my phone it was only 12:50 they were 10 minutes early. I take a deep breath in; my heart was pounding against my chest. just act normal, I can't make this kid and Joel think I'm weird. "Act normal, just be me" I whisper to myself as I walk up to the front door. I open the door to see Joel in a pair of swim trunks and a shirt that read 'Dallas cowboys', the little girl stood next to him looked to be about 9 she had curly brown hair, and the same deep brown eyes her father has. "Hi oh my god your early" I laugh, Joel smiles and nods "yeah per Sarah's request she said we needed to be here early" Sarah smiles shyly up at me "hi Sarah im-"

"y/n l/n I know who you are daddy and I listen to your music in the car" I laugh as Joel bites his lip and laughs "yeah my mom bought her your album for Christmas didn't she Babygirl?" Sarah nods "yup grandma bought it for me after I showed her my poster of you." I love all my fans, but the little kids will always have a special place in my heart because I remember being their age and listening to my favorite artist's hoping id be just like them when I grew up. now I'm just like them and little kids are looking up to me hoping they'll be like me.

"How about you two come in I've got some chips and drinks sittin' out by the pool waitin' for you" I say as I open the door wider so they both can walk in. "oh my god kitty" Sarah falls to her knees in front of ollie as he walks up to her. "Aww daddy look its purring" Sarah exclaims as she rubs her hands down ollies back. "His name is ollie" I say, "aw ollie you're so pretty" she coo's.

"c'mon Sar lets go swim" Sarah frowns but obeys her father and rises back to her feet. "Daddy, I want a cat, can you get us a cat?" she whispers to Joel as we walk back to the backyard. "Maybe Babygirl." ollie follows behind us meowing for attention. we walk out into the backyard and Sarah immediately pulls her shirt and shorts off before jumping into the pool. "Daddy! get in!" Sarah shouts. "One second Sarah let me talk to y/n for a little bit." 

we both sit down at my little patio table while Sarah swam around. "So, why'd you wanna hang out?" he asks his voice just low enough for me to hear but so Sarah couldn't. "Wanted to know if you we're serious?" I say with a laugh, "of course I was, don't lie bout shit like that." 

"So wanna give me your number now?" he chuckles before placing a small, beaded friendship bracelet on the table. "Oh my god" l laugh as I grab the bracelet and examine it. it did indeed have his number on it in small white number beads. "Daddy!" Sarah shouts "alright, alright I'm comin'" he mutters as he stands up and pulls his shirt off of his body revealing his torso that looks like a normal 37-year-old mans and not a professional athlete. he had more of a dad bod than a sixpack and I can say I find a dad bod way more attractive. my eyes widen as I try not to stare. he makes a running start before jumping in the pool. Sarah squeals "daddy! you splashed me!" as he resurfaces. "You comin'?" Joel shouts which snaps me out of my daydream. "Oh yeah! yeah!" 

I pull my shorts off before getting in the pool with them. "Daddy! daddy throw me!" Joel picks his daughter up and raises her over his head before tossing her. she giggles as she fly's through the air and lands on the other side of the pool. Joel swims over to me and leans himself against the pool wall. "So, when's your next show?" he asks as ollie saunters over to the edge of the pool and lays down. "Um next weekend in Maryland" he nods as he drags his wet hand down ollies back which ollies isn't too fond of. ollie shakes the water off of himself before moving farther away from Joel. "Maryland's far away" I nod, one thing I didn't really like about the whole popstar touring around the world thing was not being able to stay in one place long. this weekend I was in Texas which was good because then I could stay at home but next weekend, I'm all the way in Maryland, and then the next weekend I'm in Pennsylvania. "When do you get a break? from tourin' I mean." 

"Oh, um I think late September, but might be later" I was only really off once I was finished with the US leg of my tour, but I only got 2 or 3 weeks off before the international leg of the tour. "hm" he leans his elbow against the side of the pool as Sarah swims up to him. "Daddy again! again!" he shakes his head as he takes both of his hands and places them on the edge of the pool before pushing himself up and onto the ground. "No Babygirl m'gonna take a break" she pouts as she lets out a quiet "aw man" before swimming off. he shakes his head, signaling for me to get out of the pool too. reach my arm up and he grabs it pulling me out. "You got anything to drink?" I had put all the alcoholic beverages up and out of reach just in case his kid was the type who likes getting into things. "Yeah, yeah they're inside though" I whisper. 

"Hey Sarah stay in the shallow end for me k? y/n and I are gonna go inside and grab something" Sarah nods and then we both walk back into my house. I walk into the kitchen and open the cabinet I had stored all the alcohol in. I step up onto my tip toes as I grab a bottle of whiskey. "I've got this" I say turning and showing the bottle. he grins "my favorite" there's a weird feeling in my belly knowing I had picked his favorite on the first try. "So, what do you want to do?" I ask as I grab two small glasses and place them on the counter. "bout what?" he asks, as he leans against the counter next to me. I pour some whiskey into both glasses before handing one to him. "Bout the rumors" I say. he brings the glass to his lips and shrugs. "wanna post a picture, to fuck with'em?" I ask as I swallow down a big gulp of the whiskey. it wasn't right, but sometimes is funny to fuck with the fans, have them fangirling over a relationship that is obviously fake is funny. 

"Sure c'mere" he takes his phone that he had grabbed off of the table as we walked in. I scoot closes, he taps his cheek and whispers "kiss my cheek" my breath hitches as I press my lips to his cheek. I can smell his cologne and strawberry ChapStick he must've stollen from one of his daughters. the cologne was woodsy, and manly something you'd expect a man like Joel miller to wear. he adjusts the camera so it's able to get both of us in the frame. he snaps the photo "tag me" I whisper. he types in my username before posting the picture on his story. almost immediately his phone begins to go off. 

we both go back out and swim a little more, deciding to totally ignore our phones and just get to know each other. when they leave Joel tells me to text him and that we should definitely do something like this again. 

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I'm lying in my bed with ollie curled up next to me. I'm mostly ignoring all the notifications I'm getting from every social media platform but sometimes I'll get a glimpse of a comment or tweet that's along the lines of 'holy shit are they actually dating?' and I smirk to myself knowing that it worked. 

bringgg brinnggg bringggg

the loud ringing of my phone wakes ollie right out of his deep sleep making him look around eyes wide and confused. "it's alright honey" I coo as I pet him. I answer the phone and I'm immediately met with a loud scream "holy fucking shit! are you two actually together???" Kailey shouts, I roll my eyes realizing my best friend is just as gullible as the rest of the internet "no he just came over and we hung out. she screams again "SOOO are you going to date?" I let out an annoyed sigh "no we're just friends, but I'm going to bed I'll text you tomorrow love you."

maybe Joel miller 

me - hi

maybe Joel miller - y/n?

me - Joel?

maybe Joel miller - yup

you have changed maybe Joel miller to Joel miller. 

me - wanna keep doing this?

Joel miller - what?

me - keep fucking with them

Joel miller - why?

Me - idk it’s funny ig

Joel miller - ig?

Me - I guess

Joel miller - ohhh okay yeah that sounds fun.

me - yeah, it's fun, even my friend believed it💀

Joel miller - same my momma called asking if I'm dating someone.🤣

me - soo? u up for it miller?

Joel miller - sure maybe we should meet up at a restaurant?

me - maybe you could pick me up and take me to a restaurant??😑

Joel miller - yeah yeah more believable ig 

me - so how bout next Thursday 5? 

Joel miller - 👍👍👍

Taglist

@taylarxse @none-of-this-makes-any-sense @ktheunready @camixkami @skysmiller @mars743 @romeestrvjds @lightxzhan @alyhull @jenna-mcgraw19

[kavehpilled]

ALL of them.

OK SO YIU HATE ME

1. how many followers do you have?

somewhere around 1.7k i lost track a long time ago

2. whens the last time you went on a date?

june? its been so long ☹️

3. how many posts have you made?

WELL over 20k this account is 3 years old

4. what type of shoes do you wear?

white avia elevates or my blue converse

5. what color are the walls of your room?

cream at my moms, brown at my dads

6. where are you right now?

in english im about to pull the trigger

7. would you consider yourself good at art?

perchance…. i know im alright enough at it that people like my art and make it their pfp sometimes. i even have a mutual that printed a drawing i did of atsushi and put it on their wall💀

8. who was your first kiss?

you😛

9. do you still sleep with stuffed animals?

YEA LIKE 5 LMFAO

10. whats your favorite piece of clothing you own?

i have a really nice red cardigan that i basically live in at home

11. do you live in an urban, suburban, or rural area?

suburban all around i think i dont remember

12. whats your favorite store to shop at?

goodwill🫶

13. if you had to choose one POSITIVE word to describe yourself, what would it be?

gentle i think

14. do you collect anything?

classic novels! im restarting my collection of tiny bear figurines and friendship bracelets tho

15. whats the last thing you ate?

i had a banana applesauce like an hour ago :)

16. if you go to therapy, do you like your therapist?

i go once a month and shes nice! got me referrals for diagnoses so that was chill

17. whats one thing you want to buy, but dont have the money or resources to get it?

WRIOTHESLEY DOLL.

18. whos the first person you can think of?

you

19. how old were you when you found out santa wasnt real?

i think ~5? my cousin told me :(

20. if you could revive one tv show that has been cancelled, what would it be?

jjk bro pls revive and continue for me. i need satosugu to be happy

21. do you consider yourself a part of any alternative subculture?

i dont think so!

22. who was your childhood favorite music artist?

taylor swift or sir mix a lot

23. cds or record players?

despite my extensive cd collection i would say records

24. do you believe in any conspiracy theories?

i wish but i think too rationally for any of that

25. would you get back together with an ex if given the opportunity?

i think people always deserve a second chance and we are legitimate living proof of that, even if that concept like translates into relationships. im nowhere near ready for anything right now but if i ever got back together with ANYONE they would have to change a lot. i have hope in everyone tho

26. favorite kids show character?

kwazii from octonauts :)

27. is the person you call your best friend actually your best friend?

yeah!

28. when youre sad, do you prefer to listen to music to match your mood, or listen to happy music?

sad music all the way. i rarely cry so when im genuinely upset its nice to get it out to sad songs yk

29. whats the last outfit you wore?

im a chronic outfit repeater so. white turtleneck under a dark green sweater that has pumpkins all over it and dark brown cargo pants. ive worn this like 10 times

30. do you have any online friends?

YES alice ezra and skylia are the ones i talk to the most!! but i have a lot of mutuals i love interacting with ppl

31. least favorite clothing style that is currently popular?

those white fox hoodies make me carnally angry

32. how often do you do your laundry?

once a week at my dads, twice a week at my moms. its a weird system but i have more clothes at my moms currently

33. do you prefer silver or gold jewelry?

gold, silver makes me look sad and grungy

34. whats your book/movie/tv guilty pleasure?

i like reading cherry crush on webtoon when im bored💀🙏

35. if you could change your hair however you want, how would you change it?

id probably dye it to calico colors but im scared ill look like a goof

36. do you paint your nails?

sometimes! i did them blue like for a day and then i got bored. i pick at them too much so its like a little treat

37. whats an uncommon/specific/ obscure topic youre interested in?

vampire burial practices and eastern european rituals

38. whats the name of your first pet?

KITTY��� he was an orange cat that got eaten by coyotes

39. whats one feature you would change on tumblr?

im not active enough to notice anything…

40. whats the most interesting item you own?

i think a tiny glass giraffe i love him

41. would you rather go on a date at a museum or a concert?

museum all the way i love intimacy with that kinda thing

42. whats one regret you have?

i could go into extensive detail about what i seriously regret in my life but i think my main one is not telling you enough before we split apart

[fangirl-and-doctor-help]

Speak Now TV

I was going back and forth wether I should even post this because I feel like this will make people angry but hey, it’s my opinion and my blog and I’m going to do whatever the hell I want.

This was the recording I was the most excited about to date. And what she did with some of it is beyond my understanding.

But let’s break it down song by song:

Mine: PERFECTION 👌🏻

Sparks Fly: WHAT IS THIS MS SWIFT? The instrumental? The vocals? It doesn’t sounds nearly as good as the original. They sound as if they were recorded for different songs…

Back to December: I fell in love with it all over again.

Speak Now: It’s alright. THE LAUGH THO! I LOVE YOU TAYLOR!

Dear John: what happened to her vocals?

Mean: perfection 👌🏻

The Story of Us: The guitar sounds so off? Also the vocals and the instrumental don’t mend together in the chorus.

Never Grow Up: This was a skip for me on the original Speak Now but this? I LOVE this! It’s so beautiful!

Enchanted: Absolutely gorgeous! THE DRUMS! THE DRUMS! THE DRUMS! I CAN’T GET OVER THE DRUMS!

Better Than Revege: I THINK TAYLOR FORGOT HER LYRICS WHEN SHE WAS RECORDING THIS. NO. JUST NO. The ad libs are the only good thing about this version…

Innocent: I think I discovered I love this song?

Haunted: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HAUNTED BLONDIE?????? NO. The intro sounds SO OVERPRODUCED. I prefer to hear the instruments.

Last Kiss: R.I.P. shaky breath. You will be missed!

Long Live: THIS IS AMAZING. THIS IS HOW THE WHOLE RECORD SHOULD’VE BEEN DONE! (Although the outro sounds a bit weird)

Ours: this is even cuter than the original! Wtf?

Superman: still a skip for me.

Alright, now onto the vault tracks (which are 50/50):

Electric Touch: Taylor and FOB? I’d never thought I’d say this in one sentence but here we are! Their voices sound so good together!

When Emma Falls In Love: THE STORYTELLING!

I Can See You: HORNY TAYLOR? YES, COUNT ME IN!

Castles Crumbling: again THE STORYTELLING. God I love her lyrics.

Foolish One: Should’ve stayed in the vault imo

Timeless: cute, I know it’s about her grandparents but it’s kind of meh for me. I think I can hear like 3 samples of her other songs.

Final thoughts:

Overall my holy trinity (Sparks Fly, Better Than Revenge, Haunted) was done SO DIRTY and it makes me not appreciate the whole thing as much. Of course I’m going to keep listening to it for at least next few weeks. My biggest music loves always started with me being kind of meh about them but right now it’s not looking good. Don’t come for me, it’s just my opinion 🤷🏻‍♀️

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt. 10 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.3 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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A/N: This part was inspired on the song Treacherous by Taylor Swift

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

{Dacre Montgomery Masterlist}

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Treacherous

You can't believe you let Billy convince you into this. These parties were never your thing. They usually happen during the week, and on the next day, you can see the effects on those who went. Today is Saturday, but even so.

Maybe it was Billy's intense stare, or how he smiled and caressed your cheek as he asked you to go with him... Or how he said he wouldn't go without you because there would be no point.

Sighing, you look at yourself in the mirror, blushing at the memories. Your hair is styled with some waves, and they flow down your shoulders. The dress you choose is tight, perfectly hugging your body. Not too tight though, as the dresses Stacy and her friends wear. It's decent and delicate, pink and black... And you wonder if Billy will like it.

“(Y/N), Billy is here!” Your mother yells and you sigh, fixing your hair and leaving the bathroom.

Once you put the high heels on, you take your purse and go downstairs. Billy is seated on the couch, but his eyes find you immediately, and he stands up. “Hey.” You mutter, walking over a very weird Billy. He has his mouth half-open, eyes scanning your body. “Have you lost something?” Trying to keep the sassy tone, you cross your arms, heat spreading through your cheeks.

“I just never saw you on a dress before and...” He sighs, eyes meeting yours and a smirk coming to his lips. “You're stunning.”

Biting your lip, you look down, taking in the leather jacket and the red shirt underneath, which has a lot of buttons left open. “You look good too.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair. “Shall we go?”

“Sure.” Nodding, you start walking to the front door.

“(Y/N).” Your mother calls, and when you turn around, she's standing by the kitchen door frame. “Be back by ten, alright?”

Silently, you nod before waving and walking out.

The ride to the party is filled with small talk. Billy keeps stealing glances, a small smile that never leaves his lips.

Once you get there, a house you don't even know who lives in, you raise your eyebrows as you walk in. The music is loud, but the people are louder. The place is crowded, and you wouldn't want to be the one to clean this place after.

“So, what do you think?” Billy asks, mouth close to your ear.

“It's very loud!” You tell him, and someone bumps on you, making your shoulder collapse on his chest.

Billy gives someone a hard stare before looking down at you. “Wanna dance?”

“Yeah.”

“Come.” He takes your hand, guiding you to the living room, which has the furniture all moved, creating an open space. There are a lot of people here already, but they move aside for Billy. A lot of eyes lay on you, but you ignore them. “I don't even know if you can dance, pretty girl.”

“Oh, I do.” Smirking at him, you wrap your arms around his neck, and start moving.

Billy raises his eyebrows, clearly impressed as his hands encircle your waist. You're very, very close, and you can feel all of his body. Your cheeks burn, the proximity making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. The heels do make you closer to his lips, but still, he'd have to bend down to kiss you.

Kissing Billy Hargrove. You never thought you'd want to do such thing.

But here you are now, dancing with him, spinning around and colliding your back against his chest as his arms hold you close, moving to the hectic beat. And it's perfect, amazing. Not because of the party, but because of him. You want to be like this forever, in his arms.

“You? Here?” The voice, very familiar breaks through your stupor, and you come back to Earth. Steve raises an eyebrow, purposely ignoring the man holding you. “I could never convince you to come to these parties. Not even when we were dating.”

Billy gets tense behind you, arms holding you a bit tighter. “Well, that was because I never had a good reason to come. Now I do.” Shrugging your shoulders, you gesture at Billy. “Where's your girl?”

“Bathroom.” He says, looking around. “There she is. Gotta go.” He steps away, but stops suddenly, eyes focusing on Billy for the first time. “You try anything with her I–”

“Steve, go.” Cutting him off, you speak up. “I'll be alright, Billy treats me well.”

“He better do.” With one last angry stare, Steve walks away, and you breathe out, relieved.

“I'll get you something to drink,” Billy says, letting go of you. You turn around, giving him a look. “A soda. Just soda.” Smiling, he raises both hands in defeat. “I know you well, pretty girl.”

“Alright. I'll check the backyard.”

“I'll meet you there,” Billy says and you nod, starting to make your way through the people.

The backyard isn't empty, but it's not crowded as the house is. Blame it on the cold. It's freezing, and you wish you had brought a jacket. The yard is cute though. A single three and some wooden tables scattered around. There's a bench under the tree, so you sit there bracing yourself and rubbing your arms.

“Hi.” Someone says, and you find Tyler coming to join you on the bench. “You look absolutely amazing.”

“Thanks.” His tone sounds weird, and you move away from him a little.

“People didn't use to notice you, but they sure are now. And God, you're so beautiful.” He says, and you give him a confused glance. Why is he saying this? “How did you manage to stay invisible for so long?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you shrug your shoulders. “Because I'm not the type of girl guys like you pay attention to. And now that I'm with Billy–"

“You're with Billy?” He cuts you off, eyes following a small group of people walking by. “Is it official?”

“Mmm... We're... We're hanging out.”

“There's a big difference, see...” Tyler moves closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You immediately shake his hand away, but he keeps it on the backrest of the bench. “Because if you're with Billy, your off-limits. And if you're not... Well, I can have a shot with you.” Tyler run his fingers through your shoulder, all the way to the back of your neck. So you get up, not even trying to seem polite.

“I'm not interested, Tyler.” Bracing yourself from the cold, you look down at him.

“Look, you know Billy won't keep you. Save yourself a broken heart.”

“(Y/N),” Billy calls and you thank the heavens. Turning around, you find Billy coming your way. “Tyler.” He says in a weird, plain tone.

“Billy.”

“Here.” He hands you over the can of soda, eyebrows furrowed. “Everything alright?”

“Sure,” Tyler speaks before you can, a humorless laugh escaping his lips.

“Wasn't talking to you.” He snaps, eyes coming to look at you.

“I'm fine.” With a half-smile, you tell him, craking the can open and taking a sip.

“Mmm.” Billy mumbers, and you can read the question in his eyes. “Here.” He says at the same time he starts taking his jacket off. “You're cold.”

“I'm not, really.” You protest, but he puts the jacket around your shoulders anyway. “I mean it, B. You'll be cold.”

“I'm alright.” He assures you. “And come. Let's get out of here.” Without giving Tyler a second glance, Billy guides you away, and you don't even try to resist.

You thought he was driving you home, but instead, he took you to a snack bar, where he bought you ice cream. And here, leaning against his car in the almost empty parking lot, you're having more fun than you were back at the party. The night is a bit cold, but the sensation Billy brings out makes you warm.

“Did Tyler say anything?” He asks, putting his empty plastic ice cream cup on the hood of his car.

“No, just... He said I'm pretty, that you'll break my heart so I should give him a chance.” Shrugging your shoulders, you look down, putting your cup next to his before pushing yourself up, sitting on the hood of his Camaro. “But don't mind him. Nobody else knows what happens between us.”

“I won't break your heart. I'm scared you will break mine.” Billy says, a nervous giggle leaving his lips. “(Y/N), I...” He comes closer, his hand, on the hood, touching your leg. Then you fold a leg under yourself, your body leaning closer to him. It happens involuntary, as a need you have you didn't even know was there. “I use to act and think and feel like I was unbreakable. But you... You made me weak.” It comes out as a plead, and Billy ends the little distance between you two. His face is too close, and his blue eyes are everything you see as his hand comes to caress your cheek. “I'm completely at your mercy. I'll do anything you say”

You've never been this close to Billy. And yet, you want more. The whole world is out of focus, and even the gravity is too much. Your heart needs him, it wants him. “Put your lips close to mine...” Your voice is barely a whisper, as your mind tries to win the fight over your heart. You'd be smart to walk away, but Billy is quicksand. He pulls you in. His kindness, gentleness... His touch, his voice, his eyes... Every single thing draws you closer. “As long as they don't touch...”

“I'm in love with you,” Billy says, eyes never leaving yours. “I've been since I saw you for the first time but it only got stronger. When we're close, I want to kiss you, and touch you and look at you... And when I see you walking away all I can hear is the sound of my own voice asking you to stay.”

A smile takes over your lips. He's confessing it, he's saying it with all the words. Billy's heart is open... And he loves you. “Everyone warns me about you. They tell me not to fall for the bad boy and sometimes it scares me but... Your name has echoed through my mind and I just think you should know.” Holding on the collar of his shirt, just to make sure he'll stay close, you look at his lips. “But nothing safe is worth the drive so...”

“(Y/N)...” He says, begs, pleads.

“This path is reckless... Treacherous... But I like it.”

And it's settled. You want him. And when Billy loses control, when he kisses you, you surrender. His lips taste like ice cream at first, but soon after all you can taste is him. And it's amazing, indescribable, inebriating. You've never kissed someone like that, you never wanted to kiss someone like that, and now you know why.

You've been waiting to kiss Billy all along.

And when you have to pull away, he holds you close, forehead touching as you both catch your breathes. The silence that follows isn't uncomfortable. It's the silence of two people in love enjoying each other's company.

“So...” Billy says after a while, his thumb caressing your lower lip. “I believe we're dating now.”

The different tone makes you laugh, playfully pushing him away and jumping off the hood. “What makes you think that?”

“A good girl like you wouldn't kiss someone she's not dating.”

“I'll make an exception for you...” With a smirk, you open the passenger door. “We can go back to the party if you want.”

“No way. I'm taking you home.” Billy gestures for you to get inside, closing the door for you.

“Are you for real?” You ask as he starts the car.

“Yup.”

“You know my mother isn't home, right? She wouldn't even know.” Putting the seat belt on, you look at Billy. He has a smile on. The kind of smile you've never seen before.

“No, I want to make things right this time.” He glances at you, and your eyes fall on his lips, making you want to kiss him again.

Blushing, you nod, looking at the road ahead. “Alright.”

On the ride home, you listen to some music. And as he speeds through the streets, you sing out loud. Some people look with an angry face, eyebrows furrowed, but it only makes you sing louder. You're happy, like you never felt before.

The song is only turned off when he stops by your house, and you step out of the car. Billy walks you to your front door, and you stop there, turning to face him.

“I had fun tonight.” You tell him, a hand on the door handle, but with no intention of going inside.

“So did I.” He mutters in a low voice, stepping closer. Despite the high heels, he's still taller, so you raise your head to look at him. The darkness hides you both from curious eyes, and it makes you brave enough to move closer, holding on to his shirt.

“You know that if I cross the door with this jacket I won't give it back anymore, right?” You whisper, a smile on your lips.

“Take it, it's yours.” He whispers back, a hand caressing your cheek. “The jacket... My heart...” And he kisses you again, slowly, allowing you to feel the warmth of his lips and mouth against the cold of the night.

But he pulls away too soon, and you sigh. “What?”

“It's past ten, pretty girl. Get inside.” He places a kiss on your forehead, reaching behind you and pushing the door open. “See you tomorrow at school.”

“Good night, B.” Smiling, you turn around and step inside, but the door remains open until his car disappears down the street.

×

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[phoebe-delia]

Has anyone asked for song #1 yet? I'm very curious which song you're listening to most.

I really enjoy your writing in combination with the song prompts! Thank you for sharing it with the world!

Hello darling! Thank you for this ask. As a matter of fact, no one has requested 1!

My number 1 song is the explicit version of "Potential Breakup Song" by Aly and AJ.

I know, I thought it would be a Taylor Swift song, too! I will say, this playlist was from Apple Music and I recently started using Spotify more so idk if this is still accurate for my current No. 1 song, but it's still a bop.

This is a bit of a challenge, but I figure if I can write a fic based on "Yeah!" by Usher, I can give this a try. This fic will be *mostly* funny and fluffy but there's some angst with a happy ending.

5 Times Draco Almost Broke Up With Harry

1.

"Tell me something," Draco said shyly, tracing patterns into Harry's bare arm. Sunlight streamed into the living room, dust motes dancing in the rays.

"What do you mean?"

"Something I don't already know about you."

"Like what?"

Draco's expression turned exasperated. "I don't know, Harry, that's rather the point."

"Right...er, okay, here's something you don't know about me. I don't like whipped cream."

Draco looked at him, startled. "You don't?"

"Er, no. I also don't like marshmallows or--"

"What?"

"Or avocado, or eggs."

Draco sputtered. "What is wrong with you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Merlin, here we go."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Every time I tell people the foods I don't like, they get all indignant and huffy," Harry waved a hand. "It's so weird. Like I've offended them by disliking meringue."

"You don't like meringue?! That's it, I'm breaking up with you."

Harry groaned. "I regret this. I regret everything. Just--forget it."

Draco sighed. "No, no I'm sorry. In my exaggerated teasing, I see how I might've struck a nerve."

"It's fine--I'm just tired of people taking my food preferences as a personal insult."

"I take everything you do as a personal insult."

Harry just chuckled. "That you do, Draco, that you do."

2.

"POTTER!!"

"WHAT?"

"GET IN HERE!"

"WHERE'S 'HERE'?"

"TAKE A WILD GUESS, AUROR POTTER!"

....

"Ah, good to see that your tracking skills aren't too hopeless. Now, care to tell me what's wrong with this picture?"

"Er...you're angry?"

"Yes, I am angry--and the reason for that is obvious if you merely look around the room and see if you can identify what might be bothering me."

"You get really formal when you're upset."

"Potter--"

"And you call me Potter."

"If only you would use your powers of observation for discovering the cause and not the symptoms of my frustration, this conversation would be over."

...

"Is it my socks?"

"Your socks, your pants, your shirt, your trousers--all in a heap in the closet."

"So? I haven't done laundry in a while."

"Potter, you do realize there are laundry spells, don't you? So that dirty clothes don't stink up one's closet?"

"...No?"

Sigh. "Alright, I suppose I won't move out this time."

"Oh, what a relief."

"Was that sarcasm?"

"Never. Especially not toward you, baby."

"I should hope not. Now, c'mere and let me teach you the spell."

3.

"I can't believe you'd betray me like this." Draco shook his head mournfully, bits of snow falling from the top of his warm hat. "I trusted you."

Harry scoffed. His breath fogged in the air. "I told you this was happening today. It's not my fault you weren't listening."

"Asking me post-coital if I'd like to attend the Weasley Family Brunch is Slytherin-level manipulation."

"Did I ever tell you the Sorting Hat almost put me in Slytherin?"

"What?" Draco stopped walking, turning to Harry in shock.

"Yeah. Told me I'd do well. But you'd been such an arse to Ron that I begged it to sort me anywhere else."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course. Honestly, I did you a favor. You were practically made for Gryffindor."

"Who knows? Maybe we'd have been friends back then."

Draco glared and Harry snickered.

"You know, Potter, between your little jokes and this stunt you pulled, I'm one insult away from Apparating on the spot and leaving you here."

Harry smiled fondly. Taking Draco's hand, he led them toward the Burrow, its warm light a welcome destination in the icy weather.

"Nah, you won't, you know why?"

"Why?"

Harry smirked. "Because then we won't get to be post-coital together."

Draco scowled. Harry laughed.

4.

"Don't say a word."

"Can I just--"

"Harry."

"But I--"

"Potter. Shut up.

...

"Draco I'm sorry--"

"Harry, what is the one thing I asked you to do when you became an Auror?"

"...Don't be stupid."

"Yes. I asked you not to do anything stupid. I asked you not to impulsively put yourself in harm's way."

"Draco it's my job to protect my partner, and--"

"You don't think I understand that? Of course I do! I can't fault you for being a loyal partner, Harry, but running into a hostage situation without calling for backup is the absolute dumbest thing you could've done! You nearly died!"

"But I didn't! And the case is over now."

"You were in St. Mungos for nearly a week! Do you know how agonizing it was to see you like that? Do you--" Draco's voice cracked and he cut himself off, turning away from Harry.

Harry's heart clenched. He walked up to Draco and wrapped strong arms around him from behind, expecting to be pushed away. Instead, Draco leaned into the touch.

"I know your job has its risks, Harry, but the least you can do is not create them for yourself. You said the Sorting Hat nearly put you in Slytherin; some self-preservation would be good for you."

Harry sighed, nuzzling Draco's neck. "Okay. I'll try."

Draco turned in his arms, looking at Harry with wet eyes. "Good. The last thing I want to do is break up with you, but I couldn't handle it if I lost you any other way, I--" The tears spilled at that. Draco's face flushed in embarrassment, in anguish.

Harry's chest constricted. He pulled Draco close to himself and stroked his hair, letting the other man cry his fears into his shirt.

"I won't let it happen, Draco. I promise."

Draco nodded, his cheek brushing Harry's shirt.

Harry smiled. They'd be okay.

5.

Draco was going to kill Harry.

He was going to break up with him, and then kill him, and then revive him just to break up with him once more.

He cast a Tempus. 8:20.

Over an hour. Over an hour he'd been waiting for Harry to return home. He was beginning to get hot in his tailored suit, despite the cooling charms.

He hadn't heard anything. No Owl, no Floo, no nothing. Either Harry had no respect for decorum or...

Nope. Draco couldn't go there, wouldn't. Harry promised and he always kept his promises.

Suddenly, the Floo roared to life, making Draco jump. Harry stumbled through with a panicked expression on his face, dusting the Floo powder from his formal robes.

"Draco! Merlin, I'm so sorry, I thought I had time and then everything got all screwed up and I got here as fast as I could."

Draco sighed. "It's fine, Harry, let's just order takeaway."

"Why?"

"Well, we missed our reservation. Cerise won't wait for more than thirty minutes."

Harry pursed his lips. "What if I had something else in mind?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

With a smirk, Harry tossed him a hairbrush, which Draco caught with Seeker instinct.

"Harry wh--" His eyes widened as he felt the pull of a portkey, the sound of Harry's amused laughter echoing behind him.

He landed with a thud on a balcony. After a crack, Harry appeared next to him, gasping to catch his breath for a moment.

"Potter, what the fuck?"

Harry chuckled. "Surprise! Look around, Draco."

Draco's breath caught as he finally took in his surroundings. They were standing on a balcony in Paris, confirmed by the sight of La Tour Eiffel in the distance. The lights of the city twinkled like stars below them. On the balcony were two chairs and a small table with hot food under a stasis charm. A bottle of wine and two glasses sat ready for them. Draco checked the label and confirmed with a gasp that it was a 1989 Chateau Lafleur.

"Harry, I--" Draco turned around but was startled into silence at the sight of Harry on his knee, a hopeful smile on his face and a small black box in his hand.

Draco's eyes went wide. "What?" He breathed.

Harry bit his lip. "Draco, I'm sorry I don't like whipped cream. I'm sorry I forget to do laundry, and that I dragged you to Sunday dinner. I'm sorry that I worry you sometimes because my job is dangerous. I'm sorry I run late to our dates sometimes.

But I promise to give you the avocado from my sandwich. I promise to try to remember the spells you taught me, and to use my manipulative powers for good and not evil. I promise I'll use better judgment in the field. And I promise I'll try to be on time for our dates.

And I promise to do all of this for as long as I can, as long as you let me. And if you do--if you promise to love me for the rest of our lives--I promise to do the same. Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?"

Draco let out a delighted, euphoric laugh. "Yes, yes of course I'll marry you!"

Harry grinned and rose from his knee to pull Draco into a nearly bruising kiss. When they pulled apart, they pressed their foreheads together and looked as Harry slid the ring, a simple silver band with tiny emeralds, onto Draco's finger.

As they ate dinner, looking out over the city, Harry gave him a cheeky grin. "So, tell me, how'd I do?"

Draco raised his eyebrows. "With tonight? The proposal?"

"Yeah, what'd you think? I hope it made up for me being late. I'm sure you were about ten minutes from breaking up with me," Harry said with a chuckle.

Draco shook his head and smirked. "No, Harry," he raised the glass of wine to his lips. "I'd never do that."

Send me an ask about Harry Potter, broadway/musicals, The West Wing, and/or Taylor Swift! Or just about life in general :).

Also, I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!

[13uswntimagines]

Our Song (Alyssa Naeher x Reader)

Request: alyssa naehex reader thats set during quarantine w/ “Shy” by Alexander Stewart. I just kind of think it’s cute since she’s an introvert and that it would be fitting

Author’s Note: Speical Thanks To @literaryhedgehog​

Alyssa knew she should just say it, that admitting it out loud would finally put an end to this madness. She ran a soothing hand through your hair when you sniffled loudly into her chest. 

God, she should just tell you how she felt. But, she also didn’t want to overstep. That would make being roommates really awkward. Especially since neither of you were supposed to leave the apartment right now except for essential purchases. And she didn’t want to lose her best friend. That would really suck. 

But she wasn’t afraid to say what no one else would- you had a terrible taste when it came to partners. You chose people who didn’t value you, and you always ended up hurt. 

This time was no different, well, it was slightly different considering you couldn’t leave your shared apartment to cope like you normally would. Alyssa didn’t know if that was better or worse, considering that you had adapted your breakup routine to just be endless cuddles with her and your favorite stuffed animal.  

She had already spent the last hour making comforting noises. You had stopped shedding tears 15 minutes ago, so Alyssa decided it was time to go for some humor. “Hey, so now you and Taylor Swift have something in common!”

“Hmm” You hummed in acknowledgment, your eyes never leaving where Supergirl was playing on screen. 

“Well, she was broken up with over text. You were broken up with over text. I think this is the perfect opportunity to listen to her re-recording of Fearless, and really channel those emotions!”

“No, Joe broke up with her in a 27-second phone call,” You lifted your head up off of her very comfortable chest to raise your eyebrow at the woman. 

Alyssa was a great keeper, and amazing at crosswords, but she always needed your help when it came to Taylor trivia. 

“Then Joe showed more consideration as an 18-year-old child than your 32 year old wanna be soccer star. It doesn’t change the fact that I think listening to Mr Perfectly Fine would be cathartic.” 

“It’s kinda funny that she wrote Forever and Always, Mr. Perfectly fine, Better than Revenge and Holy Ground all about the same guy, they’re all so different from each other,” You mumbled, settling back down on her chest. At least she didn’t say that you had as many breakups as she did. That was a rude joke. (One Alyssa wouldn’t dare make. She was more cultured than the media asshats that chased your team around). 

“Woman’s efficient,” Alyssa shrugged. “No reason why you can't recycle the same emotion into a different song genre.” 

“At least she could make millions off her pain. All I seem to be able to do is kick the ball harder,” You grumbled. Your landlord complained about you practicing in the street because of how hard you sent the ball careening into his precious brick wall. It wasn’t your fault Alyssa was too slow to stop the PK. 

“Darling, considering you’re one of the strongest kickers on the east coast, I’d say that pain is going to a worthwhile cause. But you do kind of have the worst taste in relationships.” 

“Hey! Savannah wasn’t a bad choice, just bad timing,” You huffed indignantly. 

“So that would be one out of…. How many bad relationships?” 

“At least one for every Taylor Swift album,” 

“Okay, here’s a fun idea, choose an ex for each album,” Alyssa said brightly. Thinking about music would definitely cheer you up. “Wannabe soccer star is obviously your Joe, so represents the Fearless album. Which relationship is your… Drew?”

“You already know the answer to that question,” you said, already picking up your phone to add Teardrops on my Guitar to the music queue. You then quickly added Forever and Always and started scrolling through Speak Now for the next song inspiration. 

Alyssa nodded. It was a well-known fact that you had a massive crush on one Hope Solo growing up, and you had been absolutely enamored with her the second you set foot into camp. But Alyssa also knew that Hope was very faithful to a certain veteran. 

The veteran keeper had tried to let you down easy, and Kelley was still one of your best friends, but it had hurt in the moment.

“Kristie was my Haunted,” you said, smiling slightly. Dating her felt like a whirlwind, one that took your breath until you never thought it would end. She made butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you were so desperate to say the right thing, to be the perfect partner, that you always felt like you were walking a tightrope. Floating on air, but desperate to keep your balance. “At least she had the decency to wait until we were in the same city to end it.” 

“Aren’t the two of you friends now?” Alyssa looked down at you, watching as you scrolled through songs from your comfortable place on her chest. 

You nodded with a small smile. “Hmm, we are much better off that way anyway.” 

“I bet you I can guess who your We are Never Ever Getting Back Together person is,” Alyssa trilled, reaching down to take the phone. 

You playfully snatched it away from her. “Who’s to say I wasn’t going to choose I knew you were trouble?” You raised your eyebrow at the woman, who simply smirked in response. 

“I can tell you who that is too if you like,” Alyssa reached for her own phone and took over control of the speakers, adding both songs to the music queue. 

“Alright, I’ll bite. Who?” 

“You definitely knew Sam Kerr was trouble, and I think it took you 4 breakups with Leah to finally call it quits,” 

“I was going to say Leah for 1989, it took me forever to realize how fucked up our relationship was after we finally broke up,” 

“I’m sure the distance didn’t help.” With her in London and you in Chicago things just kind of fell apart. 

“Maybe,” you hummed, noncommittally. 

“Okay, so for Reputation. I’m thinking Don’t Blame Me,” 

“You did go a bit crazy for Jane…” Alyssa said with a roll of her eyes. You had almost moved to Houston for that girl, thank god you didn’t. You sunburned like nobody's business. 

“Oh come on. You just didn’t like the idea of me moving. And considering how long we had been dating at that point it did make sense!” You argued. 

“It was 3 months Y/n,” She deadpanned. 

“I was in a wlw relationship. That’s like practically three years, it’s not like I brought a u-haul to our first date.” 

Alyssa quirked an eyebrow up at you. “Didn’t you have one of those the first time we met?” 

“Yeah, because I wasn’t moving into my college apartment without any furniture!”

“Whatever you say, babe. Who's your Folklore?” She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly. 

“I think you skipped an album,” you said. This was weird because Lover was one of Alyssa’s favorite albums. “But, since you asked. I think Kelley is The 1.” 

“Ah, our favorite squirrel,” Alyssa’s lips ticked up. You and Kelley had dated in college (something that should have made her jealous), but Kelley was the one pushing her to admit her feelings now. 

“We were just too young and dumb,” you said, smiling. “We had a great time together, and it would have been fun if it worked out. But at some point we just realized, we were friends, but there wasn’t anything romantic there.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” Alyssa said, like a liar. 

“I’m not. Her and Emily are like made for each other,” You snorted with the shake of your head. “And at least she wasn’t afraid of the world knowing we were together,” 

“Well, yeah,” Alyssa smiled. She had loved seeing the way being publicly out with Kelley had brought out the best of you. “ Okay moving on! Next, we need to narrow down your No body, No Crime.” 

“I take offense. Alex is still alive, so that doesn’t count,” You huffed. 

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. I know you didn’t kill any of your significant others,” Alyssa said, laughing. “Though if you listened to the song you would know that’s my job… ”

“Alex was my Champagne Problems,” You mumbled sadly. That relationship had been the hardest for you, as had the breakup. She was terrified of the world even suspecting she wasn’t straight. 

You had everything, except the freedom to be yourself, and In the end, you couldn’t take the hiding anymore. 

“You did your best, love. But people come out at their own pace. And it was before Obergfell v. Hodges was decided. Being queer was still more likely to be presented as a scandal in the media then.”

“She cheated on me with Serv. She doesn’t get a pass,” You grumbled, crossing your arms. 

“I’m pretty sure you were on a break dear,” Alyssa said, though she was inclined to agree with you. Being on a ‘break’ but not officially breaking up didn’t seem like a reason to start dating other people. Still getting over some of the semantics might theoretically help you move on. “BUT maybe we should move on. Who is your Lover?”

Your eyes squinted thoughtfully, a light pink shading your cheeks. “The only person who hasn’t ever left me is you. You let me leave the Christmas lights up until May and dance around the kitchen when you cook.” 

Alyssa looked away, not able to meet your eyes. ”I mean, the lights can change color, so they can be thematic all year. And you’re the one who chooses the music to listen to while I cook. I can’t help it if they’re all great for dancing.”

“You can dance to anything. I’m pretty sure you turned a Hosier song into a salsa dance last week.” You giggled. 

“The only person I dance with is you, Y/n,” Alyssa said, finally meeting your eyes. She could feel her body start shaking slightly, as the adrenaline kicked in. She was going to do it. She was going to tell you. “I don’t want to dance if I’m not dancing with you.” 

“I’d dance with you in a storm in my best dress,” 

“I have tried so hard to be supportive about your last several relationships. But seeing you dancing to your favorite song with anyone else… I’ve loved you for three years now and I couldn’t bear it.” 

The air was suddenly charged between you, and you realized your faces were just inches apart. It was hard to breathe. You never dreamed your best friend would return your feelings (maybe that’s why you had so many bad relationships). 

“Kiss me,” you breathed, slowly moving around so your heads were at the same level. 

“That’s not a Taylor swift Lyric,” Alyssa said. In her brain, there was a loading sign currently whirring in little circles, as she attempted to process what you just said. Did you mean what she thought you said?

“Baby just say yes,” You said, feeling so happy that tears were coming to your eyes. You leaned forward getting inches from her face, so close you could feel her breath hitch. “Please kiss me.”

“Yes,” was all Alyssa had time to say before she closed the distance and kissed you. 

[pattytacuri]

7/12/22

It's strange to be in this weird place where grief from past trauma visits me and my body just feels it but logic tells me that I'm alright and im a different person now. And then I feel this crippling sense of loneliness and want to reach out to one of my exes BUT logic stills steps in and reminds me its OK to feel lonely but reaching out to my past isn't going to help me. In fact, I've been to therapy, I've processed a lot, I'm made tons of progress and growth in a lot of areas, I can't back track now. And yes, being alone sucks at times, but it's necessary right now to keep going. I knew this month was going to be rough, I just didn't expect to cry almost every day or have like some weird grief residue show up again. And it's not like I'm going into a dark place again, it's just these intense and overwhelming emotions taking over my body and mind and it's exhausting at times. The good thing about all this is I am aware of it, acknowledge it, and cope with it in a way that's not self destructive. Well, I did spend $100 on clothes and a purse but it was prime day. 🤣🙄 even then I understood afterwards, it was my impulsivity looking to trick my brain into being sane and happy. It was a small relapse in the scheme of things. And I have enough self compassion for myself to understand that it's doesn't mean I'm backtracking on my progress. I'm still getting up every day and doing all the things. Driving, writing, working, therapy, spending time with my kids, and surfing those big emotions I have. I'm reading this book about BPD survival and I like how the author is so honest in saying "you'll probably always have intense emotions and that's ok. What's important is how you learn to cope with them/navigate them " . A year ago, I would have been like "that's so BS, I'm just broken and damaged " but today..oh well, I have intense emotions but it doesn't make me bad or broken/damaged. It just means some things are going to be challenging for me and that's ok. It means my brain is wired differently. Getting to this part of accepting myself has been hard and some days I still struggle but what's important is that I never give up. And at times that looks crazy like today I listened to Yung Gravy and Jack Harlow cause their music has a happier vibe than my usual go tos Olivia Rodrigo/ kid laroi/Taylor Swift. I just want nonsense lyrics , a nice beat, without the angst. Maybe I'll discover more happy music the rest of this month, who knows.

[dailytomlinson]

While many artists would jump at the chance to tell you how lockdown has been a fruitful opportunity for self-improvement, full of pseudo self-help books and pompous podcasts, former One Directioner Louis Tomlinson is adamant that he has done, well, nothing.

“I’ve just watched loads of s___ TV,” he says after a long pause. “The Undoing is decent, isn’t it?”

Twenty-eight--year-old Tomlinson from Doncaster was always the down-to-earth Directioner, frequently describing himself as fringe member who spent more time analysing the band’s contracts than singing solos, known for chain-smoking his way through several packs of cigarettes a day and swearing like a trooper. A rarity, these days, among millennials who’d rather suck on a stem of kale and tweet about their #blessings.

He's getting ready to rehearse an exciting one-off gig that will be live-streamed from a secret London location on December 12, announced today exclusively via the Telegraph. The proceeds of the night will be split across four charities: The Stagehand Covid-19 Crew Relief Fund and Crew Nation, Bluebell Wood Children’s Hospice and Marcus Rashford’s charity FareShare, to help end child poverty.

The gig means a great deal to Tomlinson, whose first ever tour as a solo artist, to promote his debut solo album WALLS, was cut short back in March after just two concerts in Spain and Mexico. It was an album he’d spent five years working on: a guitar-led project that ruptured with the preppy pop anthems of One Direction, inspired instead by Tomlinson’s love for Britpop.

No doubt he was anxious to get it right following a decade “grown in test tubes”, as Harry Styles once described the band’s formation on the X Factor, where they came third before going on to make a reported $280,000 a day as the most successful band in the world. The pressure, too, was intense: all four bandmates had already released their own solo debuts.

Was he left reeling, I ask, unable to perform at such a crucial moment?

“The thing that I always enjoyed the most about One Direction was playing the shows, so my master plan, when I realised I was going to do a solo career, was always my first tour. It’s something I’ve been looking forward to for the best part of five years now. I got so close, I got a taste for it, and it’s affected me like everyone else, but I’m forever an optimist,” he says down the phone, with what I can only imagine to be a rather phlegmatic shrug.

Sure, I say, but the last year can’t have been easy. Didn’t he feel like his purpose had popped?

“You know what,” he says, reflecting, “maybe because I’ve had real dark moments in my life, they’ve given me scope for optimism. In the grand scheme of things, of what I’ve experienced, these everyday problems...they don’t seem so bad.”

Tomlinson is referring to losing his 43-year-old mother, a midwife, to leukemia in 2016, and his 18-year-old sister Felicite, a model, to an accidental drug overdose in 2018. The double tragedy is something he has been open about on his own terms, dedicating his single, Two of Us, from WALLS, to his mother Johannah, while often checking in with fans who have lost members of their own family.

It’s not unusual for Tomlinson to ask his 34.9 million followers if they’re doing alright, receiving hundreds of thousands of personal replies. It’s not something he will discuss in interviews, however, after he slammed BBC Breakfast for shamelessly probing his trauma in February this year. “Never going back there again,” he tweeted after coming off the show.

“Social media is a ruthless, toxic place, so I don’t like to spend much time there,” says Tomlinson, “but because of experiencing such light and shade all while I was famous, I have a very deep connection with my fans. They’ve always been there for me.”

In return, Tomlinson is good to them. Last month he even promised some new music, saying that he’d written four songs in four days. Does this mean that a second album is on the way?

“Yeah, definitely,” he says. “I’m very, very excited. I had basically penciled down a plan before corona took over our lives. And now it's kind of given me a little bit of time to really get into what I want to say and what I want things to sound like. Because, you know, I was really proud of my first record, but there were moments that I felt were truer to me than others. I think that there were some songs where I took slightly more risk and owned what I love, saying, ‘This is who I want to be’. So I want to take a leaf out of their book.”

Fans might think he’s referring to writing more heartfelt autobiographical content such as Two of Us, but in fact, he’s referring specifically to rock-inspired Kill My Mind, he says, the first song on WALLS. “There’s a certain energy in that song, in its delivery, in its attitude, that I want to recreate. People are struggling at the moment, so I want to create a raucous, exciting atmosphere in my live show, not a somber, thoughtful one.”

He sighs, trying to articulate something that’s clearly been playing on his mind for a while. “You know, because of my story, my album was a little heavy at times and a little somber. And as I'm sure you're aware, from talking to me, now, that isn't who I am.”

It must be draining, I say, the weight of expectation in both the media and across his fanbase, to be a spokesperson for grief and hardship. To have tragedy prelude everything he does and says.

“Honestly, it’s part of being from Doncaster as well, I don’t like people feeling sorry for me. That’s the last thing I want.”

Too many incredible memories to mention but not a day goes by that I don't think about how amazing it was. @NiallOfficial @Harry_Styles @LiamPayne @zaynmalik . So proud of you all individually.

The problem is, says Tomlinson, he doesn’t have the best imagination. “I have interesting things to say musically, but what’s challenging from a writing perspective is that I write from the heart, and I can’t really get into someone else’s story. And right now, being stuck at home, you have so little experience to draw from. It’s actually quite hard to write these positive, uplifting songs, because actually, the experiences that you're going through on a day to day basis, you know, you they don't have that same flavour.”

There is something that’s helping, though: a secret spot near Los Angeles, where he divides his time. “It’s remote and kind of weird, and I’m going to go there for three days and write. I don’t know why I’m so drawn to it. I found it via a YouTube video. It’s got some very interesting locals who live there, it’s sort of backwards when it comes to technology. It feels like you’re going back in time when you’re there. But I don’t want to give it away.”

Another source of inspiration for his second album is the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ back catalogue. “I grew up on their album Bytheway. And during lockdown I've been knee deep in their stuff. I’ve watched every documentary, every video. And I find their lead guitarist John Frusciante just fascinating.”

Has he spoken to Frusicante?

“I f______ wish,” snorts Tomlinson.

Surely someone as well-known as Tomlinson could easily get in touch?

“No, honestly, I think he’s too cool for that. He’s not into that kind of thing.”

Tomlinson’s passion for all things rock is also spurring on a side hustle he picked up as a judge on the X Factor in 2018: managing an all-female rock band via his own imprint on Simon Cowell’s Syco label. While the group disbanded before releasing their first single, and Tomlinson split from Syco earlier this year, the singer is keen to nurture some more talent.

“I'm not gonna lie, my process with my imprint through Syco, it became challenging and it became frustrating at times,” Tomlinson says a little wearily. “The kind of artists that I was interested in developing – because I genuinely feel through my experience in One Direction, you know, one of the biggest f______ bands, I feel like I've learned a lot about the industry – they weren’t ready-made. So I had lots of artists that I took through the door that were rough and ready, but major labels want to see something that works straight away. I found that a little bit demotivating. I love her and she's an incredible artist, but not everyone is a Taylor Swift.”

Tomlinson spends much of his free time scouting new talent either on YouTube, Reddit or BBC Introducing – he’s currently a huge fan of indie Brighton band, Fickle Friends. His dream is to manage an all-female band playing instruments. “Because there's no one in that space. And I know eventually if I don't do it, someone else will!”

Before he drives off to rehearsals, we chatter about how much he's been practising his guitar playing, and how he can't wait to take the whole team working at his favourite grassroots venue, The Dome in Doncaster, out ice-skating after he performs there on his rescheduled tour. “Because I've got skills,” he says, and I can hear his chest puff.

And then I ask the question every retired member of One Direction has been batting off ever since they broke up in 2015, after Zayn Malik quit. Rumours that his bandmates saw him as a Judas went wild after some eagle eyes fans noticed they’d unfollowed him on Instagram. Payne, Tomlinson, Horan and Styles have barely mentioned him since. Recently, however, they re-followed him, and Payne has teased that a One Direction reunion is on the cards.

So: might 2021 be the year of resurrection?

“I thought you were going to ask something juicier!” say Tomlinson witheringly. “Look, I f______ love One Direction. I'm sure we're going to come back together one day, and I'll be doing a couple of One Direction songs in my gig. I always do that, so that's not alluding to any reunion or anything. But, I mean, look, I'm sure one day we'll get back together, because, you know, we were f______ great.”

[misscaptainamericana]

two

word count: 3540

warnings: teasing flirting, swearing

Nicole went into another room to gather what she needed to set up the shoot, leaving him in the living room. He took a drink before taking in his surroundings. Several snake plants, books of all types, and different photos of what he imagined to be her friends and family peppered the living room. As he heard her coming down the hall, he shifted his gaze to her, “Do you need any help setting anything up? I can carry things or-”

“No, I couldn’t ask you to do that, you’re the guest!” Nicole smiled at him, walking past with three bags.

Chris took one more drink of water before getting up to meet her at the kitchen island, “Don’t be ridiculous. It’ll go faster with the two of us.”

She looked over at him with a smile, “Okay, uhm, thank you.”

“Of course.” He said with a smile, taking one of the lightbox stands from her.

Chris knelt down on the ground and unzipped the bag, “So, I’m Chris.”

Nicole laughed and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, “And I’m Nicole?”

He nervously laughed and pulled the equipment out of the bag, “I’m sorry, I just wanted to get to know you a little better before we started.”

“Right, sorry. I’m Nicole and uhm, I’m twenty-three which has been one hell of a time because no one likes you when you’re twenty-three. At least I turn twenty-four in November, I guess. Uhm, my favorite color is pink but if anyone asks I tell them emerald green. I like Taylor Swift music and horror movies. And… Yeah, that’s the gist.”

He had finished setting up his light stand while she spoke. He leaned against the counter with a smile, “Well it’s nice to meet you Nicole. I’m Chris and I’m thirty-eight, which pains me to say. My favorite color is blue, honestly any shade of blue. I’m a big Led Zeppelin guy or even Billy Joel. I’m a big Disney movie guy, Pixar too.”

“Disney guy? Didn’t think you would be the Disney type.”

“There’s a type?”

“Well you’re just super fucking hot and I don’t know...I shouldn’t have said that.”

He shook his head with a smile, “No, it’s fine. You’re attractive too, just… Are you not a Disney person?”

“Oh, I am.” Nicole pointed at him before starting to set up her camera and tripod, “Tangled, Jungle Book, and Emperor’s New Groove. Might be more of a Pixar person though than a Disney fan if I’m honest, but I do go to Disney World every chance I get.”

“Oh yeah? Favorite ride?"

“I’m a sucker for the tiki room because my first childhood memories are there. But as for an actual ride, I’ll say Tower of Terror. I love it so so much! I also just love getting lost in Toy Story Land or Epcot for a hot minute. What about you?”

“I have to say Space Mountain, such a classic.”

“You know what, I can’t argue that.” Nicole laughed, “You ready to bake some cupcakes?”

“Hell yeah, let's do this!” He clapped his hands together before moving to stand in front of the camera.

Nicole hit record on the camera and made sure everything was synched to her laptop before walking around the counter to stand on his left side, “Alrighty!” She said before clapping her hands together to make sure the audio was synched up, “Hello everyone! Welcome to my kitchen! I normally only show this room during cooking streams so this is very weird but this is a special occasion. I am accompanied by the one and only Chris Evans.” Nicole said before making a grand gesture, causing him to laugh and wave at the camera.

“Hello everybody, I am glad I could join you in the kitchen to make some cupcakes. I’m not the best at baking so I hope the most you ask me to do is hold containers or stir something.”

“You’re gonna do great.” She said with a smile while patting his shoulder, “You ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He said with a shrug.

“Alright! First things first, we’re going to wash our hands and then we will start.”

The two went over to her sink and started washing their hands. He playfully hip bumped her and she teasingly did it back with the two of them swaying into each other while they washed their hands.

Once they finished, they both began drying their hands off with paper towels before Nicole pointed at him, “How about you tell the lovely people about your brand new movie while I get this set up?”

Chris clapped his hands together, “Alright, so Knives Out is a murder myster movie. It revolves around a murder mystery book writer named Harlan Thrombey and his family. Harlan dies under some mysterious circumstances and it turns into a big circus of whodunnit. There’s a lot of family drama and an all-star cast like Daniel Craig, Ana De Arma, Jamie Lee Curtis, and many more. It’ll be in theaters November 27th!”

“Right after my birthday too! I can’t wait to see it!” Nicole said putting the last of the ingredients on the counter.

“Happy early birthday, I guess cupcakes are pretty on par then.”

“Thank you and they sure are. Would you mind putting in a cup of flour and three-quarters of a cup of cocoa powder.”

He nodded pulling the flour over to him, “I sure can, do you do the wooden spoon trick when you do it?”

Nicole was measuring out the baking soda when she scrunched up her face, “The what?”

“You know, the wooden spoon trick. You run the handle across it so it’s level.”

“Oh! I use the blunt side of a butter knife, do you want a wooden spoon instead? I have one.”

Chris shook his head slightly embarrassed before reaching for one of the butter knives on the counter, “Nah, it’s on brand this way. Knives Out...So, you want me just to drag the straight edge across the top?”

“You got it! You normally do a lot of baking?”

“Oh no, absolutely not. I should’ve spent more time I guess learning or asking questions about cooking and baking in my youth because now I’m in my thirties just learning the basics and getting staple meals down. I actually make a pretty great homemade pasta that I can turn into either an alfredo or a meaty marinara dish.”

“Making your own pasta? That’s really impressive!”

“You think so?” He looked over at her as he poured flour into the bowl, his chest puffed out a little in pride.

“I do! I tried to make pasta once and it turned out awful, so props to you. It did take me like four years to perfect making pie crust so I wouldn’t feel too bad about struggling to learn baking or cooking.”

Chris nodded in acknowledgement before grabbing the cocoa powder, “What’s your favorite kind of pie?”

“To make or to eat?” She asked finishing measuring out her set of dry ingredients.

“Both?” He asked with a shrug.

“To make, apple pie just because I snack the entire time .To eat, I would have to say lemon meringue or french silk. How about you?”

“Well, you can’t go wrong with an apple pie… What’s next?”

“Now you’re just going to sift all of this into this fancy silver kitchen aid bowl.” She said while holding the sifter out to him.

“You want me to sift it?”

“Yeah, you just wiggle the little thingy back and forth. I’ll work on the wet ingredients.”

She gave him a small thumbs up before starting to combine the wet ingredients into a glass bowl.

Chris started out cautiously before getting a little more confident and nodding before he spoke, “Oh, I got this. It’s all in the wrist.”

“Is one of your special skills flicking your wrists?”

“Not really but I talk with my hands enough that I have it all figured out.”

Nicole nodded with a smirk, “I really thought you were going to say something really dirty.”

“Glad to know where your mind is.” He said, eyeing her up and down causing her to shake her head and turn around embarrassed that she had even brought it up.

 Once everything was in the bowl and combined, Nicole clapped her hands together, “Great, I’m gonna go get the cupcake pans. Do you know how to disconnect a kitchen aid bowl?”

He scoffed, “I know I said I was an amateur at baking but c’mon now.”

Nicole raised her hands up defensively with a laugh before starting to walk backwards, “Alright, I’m sorry! Go right ahead, I’ll be right back.”

As she was getting the pans out of the pantry, Chris lifted up his finger to his lips to signal them to be quiet. Looking over his shoulder he checked to make sure she was still busy before he dipped his finger in the batter. As he was doing it again she yelled at him with a little laugh, “What are you doing?!”

“I’m taste testing it! It’s an important part of baking.”

“I promise you it isn't. That’s cooking.” She said with a laugh before setting the pans on the counter next to him.

“Ooh, do I get to spray the pans?”

“You could, but I was thinking-” Nicole leaned over the counter to grab the black cupcake liners, “That we could use these.”

He nodded, “That’s probably for the best. How do you want to go about getting the batter in there?”

Nicole grabbed the batter dispenser off the counter, “I have this handy dandy dispenser! If you wouldn’t mind scooping all the batter into there, or you could wait and I could help.”

He shrugged and grabbed the bowl, “I think I can at least get the bulk of it in there.”

Once she got a liner in each section of the muffin tin, she grabbed the rubber spatula, “You ready?”

He nodded, holding the bowl over the batter dispenser, “I still think we should’ve kept what’s left over and eat the batter.”

“If I let you lick the mixer adapter will that suffice?”

Chris gasped before turning to look at the camera, “My evil plan is coming together.”

Nicole couldn’t help but laugh as she finished scraping out the rest of the batter, “Your evil plan to maybe get salmonella?”

He looked over at her in shock as she walked over to the sink before turning back to the camera, “I think we’re about to have another murder mystery on our hands.”

Nicole let out a loud laugh while rinsing off the spatula while Chris put down the bowl with a chuckle, “I couldn’t resist, I’m sorry.” Nicole walked back over, “Would you like to do the honors of filling up the cupcake liners?”

“I would love that. How full would you- Uhm, nope. How much?”

Nicole tried to hide her reddening face, “A little more than half. I would say three-quarters but whenever I do that they puff up too big and overflow the pan.”

“Little more than half, I can do that.”

 Nicole patted him on the back, “Okay, I believe in you.” He looked over at her with a smile before starting to fill each liner. Nicole went to her pantry to get another kitchen aid bowl and the decorating supplies.

 She returned next to him and placed the bowl on the counter before removingthe several bags of white chocolate melts out of it along with two silicone mini knife mold trays, “How’s it going?”

“Great, or at least I think they look great. What do you think?”

Nicole looked over at the two pans before looking back at him, “Looks great to me, you want to put them in the oven for me?”

“Sure thing.” He grabbed both pans and placed them on the stove top before placing them into the oven one at a time. After closing the lid, he turned back to her, “So what do we do now?”

“Okay, so while those are baking we are going to make the frosting. I’m gonna go grab the sugar.”

Chris nodded before drumming his fingers on the counter rhythmically a few times, then singing out, “Pour some sugar on me!”

Nicole walked back into the kitchen carrying a container of powdered sugar, “In the name of love?” She asked, slightly confused but still smiling as she took the lid off.

Chris smiled with a nod before continuing to drum on the counter, “Pour some sugar on me!”

“Cmon fire me up.” Nicole sung back with a smile, flicking a small amount of powdered sugar towards him to put  more emphasis on the up.

He playfully gasped taking a few steps back, “Did you really just do that?”

Nicole couldn’t help but laugh, “I’m so sorry, the opportunity was there.”

Chris placed his hands on his hips and shook his head as she put the container down. Nicole started to lightly dust him off as he continued to shake his head at her, “I know this is a comedic bit but you look so fucking intimidating right now.”

He started laughing and backed away from her dusting himself off, “I’m sorry I couldn’t resist… What was it you said? The opportunity was there.” He said with a wink, causing her to turn away with a smile, “Anyways! The frosting! You will be working on the frosting recipe while I make the cute little chocolate knives.”

“It’s all in order? Everything’s here? You didn’t set me up for failure?” Chris asked while looking over the sheet of paper.

“Oh, I wasn’t aware you needed to brush up on your interrogation skills. Are you playing a cop in this new film?”

“Ha. Ha.” Chris said before lightly swatting her with the paper, “I’ll start on the dang frosting. You’re up there with Jamie Lee Curtis on the sass level.”

“I think that is the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.” Nicole said with a big smile before starting to sort the different colored candy melts into their designated bottles.

They each took their time on their designated tasks and Nicole took both trays over to the fridge so they would set up faster.

 “Wow, that might be the most amazing frosting I’ve ever had.”

“Oh yeah?” Nicole asked, turning back around to face him.

He nodded with a smirk, dipping his finger back in the bowl to get a pile of frosting on the tip, “Do you want to try it?”

“You want me just to…?”

He nodded in response, holding his finger covered in frosting out to her. She walked up to him and opened her mouth slightly. As he gently pushed his finger into her mouth, her lips closed around it sucking the frosting off his finger. She knew what he was doing… Wait, did she? No, this wasn’t happening.

“Good isn’t it?” He said looking down at her with a smirk.

She nodded for a few seconds, lost in the gaze he was casting on her before shaking her head with a laugh, “Yeah, it’s pretty great. Uhm, you want to scoop it into these piping bags for me?”

His smile grew seeing her blush before she quickly turned away. “I can do that, yeah.” He reached for the other rubber spatula.

Once the cupcakes were out of the oven, Nicole took the opportunity to ask him questions from the sheet of paper his manager had emailed her a week ago. He had answered four of the questions when his last answer revolved around how Ransom was a spoiled brat and didn’t take losing, the word no, or being disciplined well.

“Do you have a little bit of that competitive streak in you?” Nicole asked with a raised eyebrow causing him to smirk.

“Maybe, why?”

“I’m thinking that you and I could get into a little friendly competition of who can decorate their candy knives faster.”

“So before you didn’t know if I could detach a bowl from a mixer but now you want me to make cupcake decorations. I’m getting some mixed signals here.”

Nicole couldn’t help but laugh, “Okay, kitchen appliances are complicated for one! But for two, we are just drizzling blood onto the edge of the knife. No real decorating skills involved just make sure the knife looks… I don’t know, stabby?”

“I don’t think stabby is the word you really wanted to use but-”

“It’s not but drippy didn’t sound any better.”

He scrunched up his face in disgust before letting out a chuckle, “Yeah, that isn’t a great adjective either. Just-what are we doing?”

“I have these little mini bottles that I’m going to fill with red melting chocolate and we are going to do little drips like… Uhm.. I’ll demonstrate. Hold on.” Nicole held up her finger to signal just a second while she filled up four mini bottles with the red melting chocolate before coming back and setting them all on the counter, “We shouldn’t need all four but just in case I don’t wanna risk the competition on it. So, I’m going to show you the pattern on this thing of parchment, okay?” Chris nodded, leaning over her shoulder watching her show him how to use the bottle to make the blood drip designs. “Make sense?” She asked, looking up over her shoulder at him.

“I think I got it, twelve each?”

“Yup!” She said while placing a piece of parchment paper in front of him before sectioning off one for herself.

Chris counted out twelve for her before spreading the rest out on his parchment paper. “I’ll count us down?” He asked before grabbing one of the bottles.

“Heck yeah, you’re going down.” Nicole said with a smirk.

“Okay, ready? Three, two, one!”

They both started decorating the knives with their own pieces of paper as fast as they could before Chris threw his hands up and shouted, “Done!”

“What?!” Nicole gasped surprised before finishing hers and looking over at him, “You’re joking!”

“I’m not! Look!” He said pointing down at his paper.

Nicole looked at his paper with her hands on her hips, “You really got all twelve.”

“Yup! I won.” Chris said proudly, causing Nicole to scoff, “Mine definitely look better!”

“Ah-ah-ah! You didn’t say they had to look good! You just said whoever finishes first!”

“Fuck!” Nicole swore with a laugh as Chris started to do a little victory dance around her kitchen that was several seconds of cabbage patching combined with a few seconds of shoulder shimmying.

Nicole rolled her eyes with a smile, “Okay, okay, calm down lets get these cupcakes decorated so we can eat them.”

It took them about five minutes for Nicole to frost the cupcakes and for Chris to place the knife on top. Chris would slide a normal cupcake over to her so she could frost it before exchanging them. Once all twenty-four were frosted, Nicole made sure to show one off to the camera just to get a close up shot of how they looked before they tore into them. Setting it back down into the big group of cupcakes she shrugged, “So, this is it! Our death by chocolate cupcakes!” Nicole said with a smile as Chris grabbed two, “Shall we try them?”

She nodded while gently taking it out of his hand, “I think we should, are you going to eat the little knife on top or are you just going to go for it?”

“Oh I’m just going for it.” He said with a smile while already peeling off the wrapper.

Nicole quickly started removing the wrapper on her cupcake, “You want to cheers?”

“Sure, to Knives Out on November twenty-seventh?”

“To Knives Out on November twenty-seventh!” Nicole said with a smile as they lightly tapped cupcakes together before taking a big bite.

Chris started nodding before setting the cupcake on the counter and turning around. Nicole sat hers down, covering her mouth full of food as she started to laugh, “It’s that good?”

He offered his hand up for a high five and she gladly high fived him with her free hand.

“That is so good!” Chris yelled out after finally swallowing his bite.

After finishing her bite, she ran her tongue across her teeth to make sure she didn’t have anything stuck before she spoke, “You like it?”

“Oh I love it.”

“Well, if these cupcakes are even half as good as the movie I would say the people are in for one big treat.”

Chris nodded before turning back to the camera, “Yes! Go see the movie, it’s a great murder mystery. And make these cupcakes, they’re both worth it!”

She couldn’t help but smile at him, “Thank you for joining me today.”

“Of course! Thank you for having me! Everyone please not only support the movie but support this lovely lady. I had a great time and I can’t wait until you guys can see the film. ”

“Couldn’t have ended the video better myself, thank you.” Nicole said with a smile before she looked into the camera as they did a synchronous wave, “I’ll see you all later, bye!”

(Next Chapter)

[atalho-s]

Sweet Sugar

3 | Cruel Summer

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing descritive and nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut!! but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.

words: 1.6

a/n: english it's not my first language, Sorry for any mistakes! If you want to be tag on the next chapters, please let me know

Summary: Y/n, Harrison and Tom has always been best friends. Since childhood they’ve always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom?

PART 3! If you want to read the other parts click here

Don’t forget to check out the playlist by @petesrparker​ created for the series! here

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After a few minutes of crying I felt someone approaching and sitting beside me. I looked up, wiping my eyes, and saw a worried-looking Haz in front of me.

- What happened? Are you okay? I noticed you were missing from the dance floor. - he asked and wrapped one of his arms around me hugging me sideways.

- I’m okay Haz, I think I just got sick, that's all, it must have been the drink.

- Y/n... as you said: I know you from other life, and you didn't even drink much, now tell me, why are you crying? - I hated when he insisted like that, but it was fair, after all he was my brother at heart.

- Haz... I don't want to talk about it, it's so immature I don't even know how to explain it to you, I think it was just something of the moment.

- Did some idiot hurt you? Because I can go back there and...

- No! Nobody did any harm, it's okay... - I said, wiping some tears that insisted on falling.

- Y/n please tell me, I swear I won't tell anyone. You're not one to cry like that...

- I saw Tom kissing Meghan and I felt bad, ok? - I interrupted him, looking at the ground with shame that I had admitted that out loud.

Haz was silent for an infinite number of minutes, processing what I had just said, until he touched my shoulder, I looked at him and I could see the confusion in his eyes.

- Since when do you like Tom that way?

- I don't know the exact date, I just... I started to feel different about him a while after I broke up with Steven... But I think it's just something temporary, you know? Maybe because he is my best friend and treats me well, I ended up having a crush on him, I think that was it, but it will pass, I just need to distract myself with something else...

- Y/n are you sure it's something temporary? Well, I'm your best friend too and you never felt that way about me.

- Yeah, but I always saw you as my brother and Tom as my best friend... I can't explain it, I just know it's different, it always has been, but I'm sure this stronger feeling must be temporary, I just need some time.

- Darling... I'm so sorry. How about we go home? We can watch tv shows and forget about it.

- Are you sure Haz? You were talking to Gracie, I don't want to take you out of the party like that, especially from the side of your other half who I know one day you two will get married, live in a cabin in the woods, have several children and I'll be godmother to them. - I said and Haz laughed and I followed. Laughing after crying is one of the best feelings.

- Damn, you created a whole fanfic. - He said and now I wiped the tears of laughter. - But seriously, we can go, it's already midnight. - He said looking at the watch on his wrist - I'm just going to tell Gracie, so she doesn't think I forget about her and say that you're not feeling well and want to go home, how about that?

- Okay... but only because I'm feeling like crap. - I said pouting and he kissed my head hugging me tight.- I'll be right back, madam.

Haz then got up and went back inside and I took the opportunity to text my mother saying I would be at the Osterfields' house and she sent me an ok.

It took a few minutes and he came back waving for me to join him. I got up, going after him in the parking lot, as he didn’t drink, because he came with his car. We walked in, turning on the radio, and we heard Taylor Swift's Cruel Summer start to play, how ironic.

- Did Tom say something about us leaving? - I asked looking at him.

- No, actually he was busy... but I told Tuwaine and Gracie. - Haz said stopping at the red light.

-Hmm- I sighed trying not to imagine what Tom could be "busy" with. - And Gracie wasn't upset?

- No, I said it was an emergency and she understood. - He smiled in my direction squeezing my hand and I smiled.

- Thank you Haz, I don't know what it would be without you.

- I know, I'm awesome. - He spoke blinking.

- Oh god, I can't even try to say something nice for once. - I said rolling my eyes - But you're really awesome. - and he blew me a kiss in the air and I gave him a laugh shaking my head.

We arrived at Haz's house and Jenna welcomed me with open arms as usual.

We went to Haz's room and I helped him pull up and make the bed besides his own and he gave me a pair of pajamas that I could wear. I went into the bathroom and took off my defeat-smudged makeup and came back lying next to Haz on the top bed as we turned on the tv to a random show that was on. But, of course, we don't pay any attention, because we are talking the whole time.

-... So, Gracie said she liked my eyes a lot, and I didn't know what to do. - He said while we discussed the events of the night, ignoring Tom and company.

- Aww Hazzy, what a cute little cliché. - I said making a melted face. - And you didn't say anything?

- I just said thank you and I said hers were beautiful too, but I got nervous, that's when I realized you were gone and I went after you.

- Wow, I can't believe I ruined this perfect moment.

- Nah, don't even worry, I have all the time in the world, in fact she's from my class, so we still have a lot of opportunity to talk. - he said and I nodded yawning.

- Let's go to sleep? It's almost 3 in the morning. - He said turning off the TV and I gave a thumbs up scratching my eyes.

I jumped down to the bottom bed and covered myself, turning to the other side.

- Haz?

- Yeah?

- If you tell Thomas anything I'll kill you and desert you. - I said listening to him laugh and fell asleep right away.

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The other day I woke up and looked to the side, seeing that Haz was still sleeping. I picked up my cell phone, stretching, and saw that it was almost noon. I got up quietly making sure that I was not making too much noise, went into the bathroom and put on my clothes from the night before. I needed to go home to take a shower and take the rest of that weird night.

I sat next to Haz nudging him until he blinked awake.

- Haz, I'm going, thanks for everything. - I said while he was returning to planet earth little by little.

- Already? Don't you want to have lunch first? - He said sitting on the bed.

- Thanks, but I need to go home, I have some work to finish too, see you tomorrow at school?

- Okay, but if you need anything call me. - He said and I agreed hugging him going towards the door.

- And promise you'll keep your mouth shut?

- I swear, cross my heart. -He said zipping his mouth and I pointed my index finger at him intimidating him.

I went downstairs and thanked Jenna, greeting Charlotte who had already woken up. I said goodbye to them and went out into the sun on a Sunday that I was miraculously doing in London. I walked home, went in, had lunch and went straight to my room, I wanted to stay in alone with my feelings. Was my period coming up? It's not possible that I'm feeling so bad.

I took a shower, changed into comfortable clothes and fell into bed, putting on some sad music to play, closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on the sadness.

A few minutes later I felt my cell phone vibrate with a message coming through.

I unlocked the screen and saw "Tommy 🤓 send you a message" written. I took a deep breath and opened it to look at what he had sent.

Tommy 🤓 says "Hi stranger! Why did you and Haz disappear yesterday? 😭"

Tommy 🤓 says "Tuwaine told me you weren't okay, I tried calling you guys and nothing..."

Tommy 🤓 says "Is everything alright?"

I rolled my eyes reading the messages and at the same time not wanting to respond, but started typing.

Y/N 🌻 says "Everything it’s okay, don’ worry 😊 I think some drink went wrong and I felt a little sick, but nothing to worry about, rlx"

Y/N 🌻 says "The party was great! Too bad I couldn't stay longer..."

I think I was a good liar.

Tommy 🤓 says "Damn it, but I'm glad you're ok, the party was really great! I've already posted the photos on insta. There some really weird ones... 😂"

Y/N 🌻 says "I can imagine 😂"

Tommy 🤓 says "I have a really strong hangover right now, I'm going back to sleep, want to come over later? I want to tell you some things that happened 👀"

Sure Tom, I'm going to your house so you can tell me everything about your wonderful night with Meghan, sure.

Y/N 🌻 says I'd like to, but my stomach's still kind of bad from yesterday 😭 so I'll just stay here, see you tomorrow?"

I told him to avoid him to come at my house.

Tommy 🤓 says "Okay 🥺, take care! See you tomorrow shortie!"

He said and I sent a "😘" blocking the screen. I lay on my stomach and buried my head on the pillow wanting to scream. Tom seemed happy and excited to tell me the "things" from last night, why couldn't I be happy for him? Damn feelings!

I think what I had to do was sleep, eat chocolate, put on a really cliche romantic comedy movie, wait to see if my period would come down (why was I being so dramatic? It could only be that) and pray that monday I would be better.

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[moonofthenight]

Skip a Beat

This chapter is honestly pure fluff

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Chapter One can be found here

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Credit for the characters goes to @lumosinlove

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CW for food and beverages, talk about polyamorous relationships

Chapter Two

This morning, Leo was the first one up, feeling Logan’s back against his chest, listening to the soft breathing. Leo loved mornings like this, all warm and cosy and soft. He lifted his head a bit, glancing over Logan’s shoulder to look at the clock. It was early but late enough to wake his boyfriend up. A loving smile made his way onto Leo’s face, as he started to press light kisses to Logan’s spine, moving up to his neck, nuzzling his head into his curls.

“Lo, baby. Wake up.”

Logan let out a small groan, followed by fidgeting, resulting in Leo almost getting hit by Logan’s elbow.

“Careful sweetheart, I would like to keep my nose”, he said teasingly but the smile was never leaving his face.

Logan slowly opened his eyes, stretching his limbs, looking rather satisfied when he heard some of his joints pop.

Leo brought their heads together, nuzzling their noses.

“Bon matin.”

“Bon matin, Le.”

Leo was about to get up, when Logan threw his leg over Leo’s hip, straddling him.

“No, don’t leave. You are warm and I want cuddles”, Logan whined.

Leo laughed softly, wrapping his arms around Logan’s body, pulling him close to his chest, kissing his forehead.

“Five minutes, I’m hungry.”

Logan didn’t even bother to answer, pressing himself further into Leo’s warmth instead. This is what Logan loved about days off. There was absolutely no rush in the mornings, lots of cuddles and kisses and Leo. Lots of Leo, his sunshine boy. He relaxed completely, listening to Leo’s heartbeat, the feeling of Leo’s thumb tracing over his tattoo causing a chill to run down his spine.

“Alright love, time to get up. Chocolate pancakes?”, Leo whispered.

“That’s not on our diet plan”, said Logan, laughing.

“Coach doesn’t need to know.”

Leo carefully rolled over, laying Logan onto his back, before pushing himself up to sit at the edge of the bed. He grabbed his hoodie from the floor, throwing it behind him for Logan to catch, knowing his boy hates the cold air in the morning.

“I’m gonna give you some time to wake up properly.”

He leaned over to press a quick kiss on Logan’s lips, making his way over to the door.

“Are you not going to wear a shirt?”, he heard Logan say behind him.

“Are you going to complain?”

Leo didn’t even look back, knowing very well that his boyfriend is not going to complain about the missing shirt. Once he entered the kitchen, he pulled out the ingredients and placed them on the kitchen counter before turning on the radio. Just as he started to pour the flour into a bowl, he heard the sound of soft padding behind him. He turned around, only to see a grinning Logan leaning against the doorframe.

“I love you.”

Leo’s smile went soft.

“I love you too. Now come and make yourself useful. You can set the table.”

Logan made his way over to Leo, giving him a kiss on the cheek before he pulled the plates out of the cupboard.

I think he knows his footprints

On the sidewalk

Lead to where I can't stop

Go there every night

“Oh my god Leo, I love that song.”

Logan quickly placed the plates onto the table, sliding to the radio, turning the volume up.

“He got my heartbeat, skipping down 16th Avenue. Got that, oh!”

Leo laughed at Logan’s bad attempt to sing along, starring fondly at his now dancing boyfriend. If you can call it dancing.

He clumsily spun towards Leo, almost knocking the bowl out of his hands.

“Woah, Lo!”

But Lo wasn’t listening, instead, he started to press himself against Leo’s side, wiggling and moving to Taylor Swift. After 10 seconds, Leo couldn’t stand still anymore and started to move his hips too, causing Logan to let out a triumphant sound. Leo sat the bowl down, still dancing and turned around to face Logan, wrapping his arms around his neck.

“I ain't gotta tell him, I think he knows", Leo whispered against Logan’s lips as he leaned down, kissing him soundly.

“Yeah, I do know”, Logan said when they parted, pressing their foreheads together. Both boys where content to just feel the other’s skin but Logan couldn’t resist to press another kiss to Leo’s lips, sighing happily, causing Leo to smile. Leo’s hand wandered to Logan’s chest, resting right over his heart, feeling it beat in double time.

“Let me finish the pancakes so we can eat yeah?”, Leo said when they parted.

Logan nodded, turning on the coffee machine next to them to produce some of the life saving liquid. They moved around each other comfortably, knowing the other inside out but still occasionally bumping into each other. Sometimes it was as if something was missing to navigate them around each other, like a chair or a plant.

Once the pancakes were done, they ate in comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth, provided by the sunlight.

“When is the lesson today?”, Logan asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Around 1pm I think, Finn mentioned we could go there a bit early if we want to.”

“Oh, right, I remember. Well, we have time, what do you want to do?”

“Weeee could move to the couch and cuddle?”

“I knew I liked you for a reason.”

Leo laughed loudly, standing up to put the dishes into the sink. Logan was already wrapped into a blanket when Leo made his way into the living room. He threw himself onto Logan, causing the brown-haired boy to let out a pained groan.

“Jesus Leo! Get of me.”

“Rude.”

Leo moved himself, lifting up the blanket to cuddle himself next to Logan, pressing against his side and resting his head on his chest. Logan picked up his phone, using his other hand to play with Leo’s hair, who let out a soft noise in return, pulling Logan even closer. Leo let his eyes fell shut, his breath evening out.

“Baby? Look what I’ve found. Have you ever heard about that?”

Leo opened his eyes again, the phone right in front of his face.

Everything you need to know about polyamory

“Oh! Well, I have heard the term polyamorous before but never looked more into it.”

“It is defined as practicing or being open to intimate relationships with more than one person. Dating as a polyamorous person means you’re not looking for just one person to share a romantic or sexual connection with.”, Logan read out loud.

The room was quiet for a few seconds before Leo pushed himself up to look at Logan.

“I mean, it’s not something I would say I can never imagine myself to do, you know. I like the idea of having more than one person to love. Not like you are not enough, that’s not what I mean-“

“Hey, Le, it’s okay. I know what you mean, I think so too.”

Leo looked at Logan and nodded.

“Okay.”

He laid down on his chest again, now wide awake.

“Can we look a bit more into it?”, asked Leo, his voice a bit shy.

“Of course, sweetheart. Let me get the laptop real quick.”

And that’s how they found themselves a few minutes later, the laptop in between them, several tabs with different articles and reports open. Their heads were pressed together, bot of them reading on their own but occasionally talking about their opinions on different things. They both loved that about their relationship, they talked about stuff without being scared if the other might think it’s weird.

“Oh, shit Leo! It’s half past twelve, we need to go.”

Logan slammed the laptop shut, both boys nearly falling over their own feet as they stumbled in the direction of their bedroom, throwing on some comfy clothing. Leo grabbed two water bottles from the fridge before running down the stairs behind Logan, his shoes in his other hand.

The moment Leo slammed the car door shut, Logan drove off. Leo secured the bottles between his legs, slipping into his shoes.

“And now we have ‘Watermelon Sugar’ by Harry Styles for you.”

Leo started to smile, wanting to turn up the volume but Logan was faster.

“Tastes like strawberries on a summer evenin’ and it sounds just like a song”, Leo and Logan sung, or well, screamed at the top of their lungs, breaking out in a fit of laughter right after. They drove to the dance school, listening to Harry Styles, doing silly dances.

Logan parked the car safely in front of the school, Finn was already holding the door open for them.

“You are late.”

“Oh, come on Finn, by two minutes!”

Logan made a mental note to himself; Finn doesn’t like people being late

The three boys walked through the hallway, waving at June before entering the studio, the music was already playing.

“Alright boys, do you remember what we did in the last lesson?”, Finn said with a smile as they walked to the middle of the room. Leo and Logan nodded.

“Great, we are going to take a step back. What I want you guys to do, is to tap your right foot. Just tap it next to your left foot, if possible, to the beat Leo”, Finn explained, laughing a bit at the last part. They did this for a few seconds and just as it got boring, Finn stopped.

“You are doing great! I know this will turn boring at some point but your brain needs to remember what it has to do. Therefore, you need specific exercises that help you with that. Moving on, we are going to take two steps forward like last time but instead of tapping your foot, I want you guys to lift your leg up. Same backwards. It’s absolutely fine if you don’t get it at the first try, just keep going until you get the grip.”

Logan really liked this trait of Finn, never making him feel bad. He knew him for what? Two hours in total maybe, but still. It was a nice feeling. Completely platonic of course.

“One, two, up. Three, four, up.”

Finn’s voice was loud over the music, his smile bright, his enthusiasm contagious. Logan needed a bit more time than Leo but he got it right eventually.

“Now, that would look a bit stupid if you dance it out like that, so are you ready to try it like two days ago?”

“Yep”, said Leo, letting the ‘p’ plop.

“I’m going to start slow but will go faster from time to time. Try to keep up babes.”

Logan’s head snapped up at the pet name, resulting in him missing the start of the song. He focused on Finn again, finally finding the right moment to join in, smiling happily when he got it right a few times in a row.

The two boys where so concentrated, looking at themselves in the mirror, they didn’t even notice Finn stopping and turning around to look at them.

“Yes!”, shouted Finn, his eyes shining with proudness.

“Did we do it?”, asked Leo, glancing at Logan with such pure joy, his heart melted.

“You did! I’m so proud of you! We have a few minutes left so I want you to do it together now. Leo, you need to do it the other way around now.”

“I need to do what?”