#non famous au

[take-a-cchonce]

You Were Never On Your Own

Written for week 5 of @wordplayfics Last part of Don't Forget Where You Belong

(G) 2k Ghost Hunter! Niall, BnB Owner Larry

Maybe it was a weirdly construed prank. A very… Not funny one.

…That Niall planned alone? Because Louis seemed just as shocked as he was. No way he was in on it.

And all things considered, the photo looked the part. It was faded, and more than a bit yellowed. Not to mention crumpled from years of sitting up there in the attic- According to Niall, at least.

Maybe it wasn’t really a prank, but Harry didn’t want to believe that. He was doing everything he could to convince himself otherwise.

It didn’t help, however, that the memory- if that is what it was- of taking the photo on Louis’ birthday evening was coming back to him. Some recollection was.

OR

Everything finally makes sense, and it's not what Harry had expected.

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[waugh-bao]

[harrysdaydream-tpwk]

part 1 - how you meet

summary: part one, harry and y/n meet for the first time. it isn’t smooth sailing, but shes intrigued.

warnings: none

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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“Fuck, shit!”, you swore, hitting the espresso maker, once and then again, when the only thing it did was to spew more steam at you, fogging up your glasses.

“You alright?”, one of your coworkers asked and you nodded, though defeated.

“You think you can take over preparing the drinks for me, while I’ll handle the register? If I have to fight this machine one more time, something will be broken and it will either be my hand or the coffeemaker.” You looked at him desperately, your hands folded together in a silent plea.

“Alright, alright”, he laughed, “Don’t want to call an ambulance because you couldn’t control your anger. At least I won’t have to deal with asshole customers anymore.” He passed you and you blew him a bunch of exaggerated kisses before sliding right behind the cash register, slightly more motivated to finish the rest of your shift than before.

It was unusually quiet for Friday afternoon, normally all of the tables would’ve been taken- from desperate college students trying to finish their essays to single mothers, hoping to rekindle their failed love life. Although the job was a pain in your ass and barely covered all the bills and loans you had to pay off, it always had something to offer for your personal entertainment.

But now, as you waited for something to happen, other than the few fifteen years olds throwing straws at each other in the corner booth, you felt terribly bored. Your elbows quickly found their way to the counter and you put your chin in your waiting hands, blowing a strand of hair out of your face.

The nameless indie music idling out of the speakers above your head lulled you in a state of trance as you stared at the passer-by’s outside of the store, the big glass front not sparing you any detail. Even your coworker, who was the only employee inside the store besides you, had sat down on a few cases of soda stacked together, blasting TikTok and its annoying sounds throughout the whole store, but in this moment you couldn’t care less.

Then, suddenly, you were ripped out of your daydreaming by the bell ringing above the door and you stood up fast, startling not only the newcomers, but yourself as well.

“Hey, welcome in. Is there anything I can get started for you?”, you asked, peering at the three men, who just stared for a moment, as if assessing the situation. Weird.

The place you worked at was in a small side street, away from the bigger crowds, with quirky names for almost all of the things you had on your menu, so you gave your new customers a second to understand and choose something from your assortment.

Before you could turn away and pretend to be busy, one of them spoke up, though quietly, you could barely hear him.

“Hi. Sorry, we didn’t expect such an enthusiastic greeting. Is there anything you would recommend?” His voice was deep and gentle and you couldn’t help but admit that he looked exactly like the kind of man you would usually go for.

“I don’t know”, you reply, your voice now back to its usual octave and enthusiasm- or rather the lack thereof, “I usually just get the Iced Caramel Macchiato.”

To this day, you still refused to read any of the actual names of the drinks out loud.

“I’ll take that one then”, the man said, smiling at you. You nod as you type his order into your register.

“Anything else?”, you asked, smiling your “customer service smile” as your friends jokingly called it and the other two men nodded, replying with their orders.

“Alright, will that be to-go or are you staying in?” You waited for a second while they looked at each other and thought to yourself “That question couldn’t have been that hard”.

Finally, the guy with the long, brown hair mumbled “To go, please.”

“Okay then, swipe your card whenever you’re ready. And I need a name to call when your coffee is done.”

“Harry”, the guy who spoke to you first replied and stepped forward, pressing his card on the card reader. You nodded satisfied.

You turned around briefly, to check if you coworker, Charlie, got the order. Pleased that he was already on it, you directed your gaze back to the front of the store. Startled, you reeled back. Harry, who was the only one still standing in front of the counter, was starting at you intently. The other two had fallen back, standing near the door, as if they were waiting- no rather watching out for something- or someone.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?”, you inquired, observing how his shoulders rode up defensively. He was wearing a long, blue jacket, a hat and sunglasses and if you were honest, his outfit looked absolutely ridiculous. Paired with the black nike shorts, he looked a bit mismatched, like he was unsure whether it was warm out or not. You could’ve easily answered that question, seeing as you had been sweating profusely since you left your studio apartment this morning.

You were sure you looked disgusting, your uniform clinging uncomfortably to the body parts you most certainly didn’t want them to stick to, mascara probably smudged from the humidity from the steam that had been blowing in your face earlier.

How he managed to still look fresh, even with the thick jacket on was an absolute mystery to you.

“No, no, sorry. I like your button”, he answered, referring to the grumpy cat pin your mother had gifted you a while ago. It was ridiculous and cheesy, but it reminded you of home, so you wore it anytime you felt even slightly homesick. You debated telling him as much, but you weren’t up for much of a conversation, so you settled on a polite “Thank you.”

He smiled and nodded.

“Order for Harry?”, Charlie called and the man looked around, rather paranoid, as if he was scared someone was going to jump up from behind the counter any second.

“That’s me”, he said, still shyly smiling at you before turning towards the pick-up station.

“Have a nice day”, you called out sarcastically behind him and he waved, walking out the door, his company joining soon after.

You exhaled deeply and turned towards Charlie again, who suddenly squealed loudly. “Oh my God, what?”, you said, clutching your hand over your chest.

“Do you know who that was?”, he asked, excitedly, “Harry fucking Styles. And I think he liked you with all that staring he did.”

“No, it wasn’t. Was it?”, you asked disbelievingly. He nodded, “Oh, yeah. It was him. I’d recognize him anywhere. I think he’s actually having a show in town tonight.”

“But why would he come in here out of all places? I mean, we’re far away from anything slightly entertaining or fun.” You looked at Charlie quizzically.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, “Maybe that’s exactly the point. What are the odds of getting recognized by hoards of fans in a small shop like this?”

“I guess so.”

You grabbed a wet cloth from the sink, starting to wipe down the counter, not able to shake the fact that superstar Harry Styles just walked into your workplace, however annoyed you might’ve been at that moment, it had felt oddly right and somehow meaningful. You touched the pin on your apron carefully, smiling at the chipped feeling of the plastic fading at the edges.

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Two days later, the incident- which was how Charlie kept calling it, was nothing but a fun story you could tell your friends and something to be teased about by your coworkers. Yes, you had been kind of rude to him, maybe you could’ve been a bit nicer. Treat People with Kindness or whatever he always preached. But it was in the past now. It wasn’t like you would ever see him again.

At least that’s what you told the part of yourself that kept insisting that maybe he would return- the nagging voice that believed Charlie, who kept shooting you meaningful glances whenever one of Harry’s songs played on the radio.

You were in a middle of a lunch rush, the small room of the shop packed with people, when your wishful thinking suddenly became reality. Right in the middle, as if the crowd had split in two, he appeared. Or maybe he had just entered through the door like everyone else did and patiently waited in line. You couldn’t be sure.

“Harry, hi”, you greeted sincerely, when he approached the counter, “What brings you back?” You smiled ruefully, thinking about your last interaction.

“Hi. Slightly better mood today, huh?” So he had picked up on it last time. Your eyes travelled down his body quickly- you couldn’t help it, sue you. He was wearing a white button down this time, messily tucked in a light washed pair of denim shorts- although he managed to make it look stylish- and no sunglasses. His hair was hidden by a yellow crochet bucket hat. Cute.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know who you were and I wasn’t having a good day. What can I do for you today?”, you apologized.

“I think everyone deserves kindness, even if they weren’t popular. But it’s alright, can’t always be nice, especially in customer service. I get it, worked in a bakery for some time back at home.” He took his own shtick quite seriously you noted, but smiled politely.

“I would love to talk to you some more, but the place is packed right now. Is there anything I can get for you?”, you tried again.

“Yeah, yeah”, he chuckled, “I’ll get the Iced Caramel Macchiato again, it was really good the last time and also-“, he paused for a second, looking at your display of pastries, “One of the vegan carrot cakes, please.”

“Sure, anything else?”

“No, that’s all, thank you.”

You finish the transaction and say goodbye before tending to the next customer, a middle aged woman raising her eyebrows impatiently at you.

The rest of your shift goes by smoothly, with only a few minor incidents disrupting your flow. It all felt to good to be true, your interaction with Harry still in the back of your mind. The conversation had left you unsatisfied, craving more.

You didn’t know much about him, besides that he was Harry Styles and apparently currently on tour. He shared something with you and you couldn’t help but wonder if there would’ve been more if you had just let him talk. That’s what you reprimanded yourself for as you took of your apron and the shirt you wore for work in the locker rooms, pulling on a black hoodie with a nonsensical print on the front.

“I’ll see you tomorrow”, you yelled in the general direction of the store as you leave through the back door, a cigarette already waiting to be lit in your right hand. It was a bad habit and you were desperate to stop smoking- but on days like this it was the only thing keeping you sane.

“Hey”, a voice suddenly called and you shot up surprised, the cig almost falling out of your mouth. You took a quick drag before lowering it. Turning around, you spotted Harry of all people leaning against the wall of the back of your shop.

“Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?”, you asked disbelievingly, clutching your chest dramatically.

“Sorry, one of your coworkers told me what time you get off. They also told me your name”, he explained, peering at you with his green eyes. Fuck, why did he have to be so handsome?

“Stalker-much?”, you couldn’t help but ask, only half joking. You brought your cigarette up to your lips again, inhaling deeply, before blowing out the smoke through your nose- welcoming the rush the nicotine gave you.

“I just wanted the chance to have a conversation with you, Y/N”, he said, rolling his eyes, but smiling at the same time. It was weird hearing your name out of his mouth.

“Why?” He shrugged helplessly, observing you smoke for a second before answering.

“Fuck if I know. Couldn’t stop thinking about you, even on stage, and my friends kept teasing me. I’m in town until tomorrow, then I’m off to Cardiff.”

“Yeah, I get it. My coworker Charlie kept wagging his eyebrows at me everytime he saw someone wearing your merch. He was the one preparing the drinks for you.” You hoisted up your tote bag, which kept slipping of your shoulder.

Harry chuckled. “He did a pretty good job if I do say so myself. The Macchiato was really good. Cashier had some perks too though.”

“He’ll pass out if I tell him what you just said. But tell me more about this cashier. Were they cute?”, you flirted back, a smirk on your face.

“Oh, very. I was hoping it’d get her number by chance”, he tried as you threw the butt of your cigarette on the pavement, stomping it out with your checkered Vans.

“Well, you’re in luck. It’s not everyday an international pop-star asks me for my cell. Can’t resist your charm”, you said quietly. His shoulders dropped slightly, as if remembering his position in the world, but he caught himself.

Harry hands you his phone and says, “Just type it in yourself. It’s always easier this way.”

You nodded, taking his phone with clammy hands. What a weird, surreal world you were suddenly thrown into. The fact that he trusted you enough to just pass you his phone. The fact that he was standing opposite you, watching you, being interested in you. You wondered if this was all a dream you’d suddenly be woken up from.

But no one did. This was reality, you realized as you pressed the cellphone back into his waiting hand, brushing it with the movement. You looked at each other for a moment.

“The cute girl from the coffee place? Really?”, he asked and you giggled. Honest to God giggled. What has your life become?

Harry pocketed his phone, letting his hands hang loosely at his sides. “Well”, he cleared his throat, “I have to go. Rehearsals and all that. I’m already too late. I’ll text you?” He looked at you hopefully.

“Sure”, you answered, smiling softly, “I’ll be waiting.” You step closer, standing on your tiptoes and pressed a light kiss to his cheek- a barely there brush of lips, but he still blushed.

“I’ll see you around, H.”

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well, this marks the first part of my first ever series on this account. i’m actually so excited to see what people think. don’t forget to leave a like& follow for more<3 stay tuned!

[lynxindisguise]

... does anyone know anything about being a touring musician? ... in 1995??? bc I'm happy to bullshit my way through this one (as is sirius) but if anyone has any basic info on how this sort of thing works I will happily take it.

[beastsovrevelation]

Now this made me think...

Yellowjackets Biblical AU. The Wilderness is the Devil, Natalie's the Antichrist, and Lottie's the False Prophet, and everyone else are in a satanic cult. The Unholy Trinity, of course, is an all-female trio in this.

I put how I think everyone joined in the tags, tell me what you think.

How did female Satan impregnate Nat's mom I have no idea (magic), but she was a sw, and it's the inversion that's sometimes used, Mary was a virgin, while the Antichrist's mother's a "prostitute".

[wolfstarshipping]

wading in waist-high water by @colgatebluemintygel (82.060 words) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

modern AU, muggle AU, Great British Bake Off AU

Summary: Remus is a PhD student and hobbyist baker who finds himself adrift following his father’s death. On a whim, he enters the Great British Bake Off and is swept up in a flurry of curdled custard, shrunken souffle, and under-proved dough. Remus expects to be challenged and to embarrass himself on public television. What he doesn’t account for are the friendships he develops with the other contestants and the deep connection he forms with his teenage crush, Sirius Black: charming ex-boy band member and Bake Off host. or, Sirius groans, dropping his head back into his hands. “It’s the dough,” he mumbles into the skin of his palms. “It’s the kneading. It’s his hands. They’re obscene.” Lily laughs. “They are a bit, aren’t they?”

Comment: This is one of the best fics I've read in a while, I just love how it almost felt like I was actually watching GBBO with all these lovely characters (I have a special place in my heart for Arthur and all his ties!!) and reading about Remus and Sirius and how their relationship slowly develops and all the tension between them (and the dough kneading!) and the whole forbidden love theme was just PERFECTION. If you haven't read this fic already I highly recommend checking it out!!

[theha1rarch]

@snnydcys liked for john or patricia

"so you're the girl our steve's been seeing, allison was it? it's nice to finally put a face to the name." the smile patricia forced might be more than a little insincere but after years of practice she knew how to make it look perfect. "you do sketch comedy, is that correct?" and this time she could barely hold back the disgusted look that threatened to cross her face. "well ... at least you seem to be a smart girl with a good head on your shoulders. the same can't be said for some of the girls steve has chose to date in the past ..."

[onesweetworld18]

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[my-ao3-library]

flicker

Jeongguk likes to be one with the shadows but he's the brightest thing Taehyung has ever seen.

15,004 words.

+ SEQUEL

daybreak

Jeongguk doesn't want a lot of things. Just Taehyung. Sometimes, that alone already seems like too much.

(Or: in which one random schedule brings Jeongguk closer to Taehyung for the first time since a year and a half. The first time since Taehyung left him without so much of a warning and breaking his heart into tiny little pieces.)

27,738 words.

[sburbian-sage]

Our Seer of Time claims I'm gonna be one of the exiles. To be explicitly clear, yes, I am a player, no, I'm not one of the carapace guys, this whole thing seems impossible but I don't know enough about how the game works to dispute it. Should I be worried? Rather, what should I be more worried about, my grim and sandy future or our Seer's unreliability?

I wasn't under the impression that you were a Carapacian, although now you've got me thinking that I don't talk to those guys enough. If you ever feel your skin hardening or all of your teeth turning sharp/blunt, do hit me up though.

In actuality though, I don't think you're going to be turning into a Carapacian literally. What this most likely means is that you'll be filling the role of an Exile, by sending messages to certain player, from the future of your destroyed home planet. The real question is wondering why or how this would be the case.

If your Seer is correct, there's two potential ways this happens. On accident, or on purpose. If on accident, then in the near future it's entirely possible you step into some weird device that sends you many nears in the future back to your homeworld. So be more cautious be less cautious because if this doesn't happen it creates a Doomed Timeline. After bumbling in here you'll most likely wander to a terminal and send a bunch of messages to some poor unfortunate coplayer. If on purpose, then you and/or the Seer will direct you to take the role of an Exile, potentially replacing one altogether, either because they maliciously sabotage the session or are dead and their lack of advice causes a travesty. In both cases, there are a few main concerns to look out for.

The first concern is the fact that Exiles have special powers that you may not have. I'm pretty sure it's innate to the Carapacian once they become an Exile and is not a property of the terminals they use, but basically they can essentially mind control the player under some circumstances. It's not malevolent, but there's two main instances in which they intervene. When the player has hit rock bottom, so a Knight decides they don't want to fight anymore, or a Seer isn't seeing something right in front of them. It's basically just a "don't give up yet" word of encouragement. I don't think you'll have any issues here. The second one is that Exiles can't self-terminate, and they prevent players from doing so either. So basically, if you're outright replacing an Exile for the long term, the player you're supervising won't have a safety net preventing them from committing suicide. The good news is that while I'm sure most players have depressive tendencies (being forced into this endless cycle does that to you), most of them don't act on it, especially if they tried already and their Exile yelled at them for it. The bad news is, if someone does want to neckrope, the only thing preventing them from doing so is you. So no pressure, you've got this.

The second concern is that you'll be an Exile forever, and the answer is "no way". If your Seer of Time isn't a shithead, then they'll use their powers to extract you from your role once you've completed it. And if the Seer can't do that for some reason, we have Appearifiers for that. You won't have to worry about aging or harsh conditions that much if you're God-Tiered, but you should probably bring some food with you (enough to share with the other Exiles). And your players definitely won't forget you, partially because you can use the terminal to talk to them, and partially because doing the endgame is a feat without a full party. I also don't remember whether or not the Door Beyond The End opens up without every currently alive player present. Either way, they should be able to rescue you and if they don't then there's a solid chance that this will lead to all of your collective dooms, so feel free to be smug as the Horrorterrors close in.

Of course, all of this hinges upon the assumption that the Seer of Time made a correct prediction. It's entirely possible that this isn't the case, and all of this wordcount was for nothing. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.

[nichmeddar]

carlos sainz

European getaway || cs55

☆ summary: y/n goes on a vacation to spain and ends up meeting carlos sainz by chance. tho she has no idea her european fling is actually a very successful f1 driver

☆ pairing: carlos sainz x nonfamous!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none

☆ requested: yes! thank you sm for this wonderful request

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

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ynuser: i could get used to this! me encanta espana

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yourbff: petition for us to stay in spain forever

ynuser: time to find our spanish husbands so we never have to leave!

yoursibling: europe looks good on u

ynuser: thanks b 💅🏻

friend3: always serving fits girl

ynuser: half of my clothes are stolen from you

friend2: obsessed with you

ynuser: obsessed with you bb

ynuser has added to their story 🔒

[1. girls night out ahead. 2. guys i met a hot man at this club. 3. hehe he’s taking me home. we stayed out so late it’s almost light again]

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yourbff: we look cute

yourbff: wait he’s hotter than i originally thought hold up 🤤🤤

yourbff: did you even get his name???? how am i supposed to make sure ur safe if i don’t know his name

ynuser: dude he’s so hot it’s insane and his name is carlos

ynuser: i’m with him at his hotel rn and this man has to be loaded this is the nicest hotel i’ve ever stepped foot in.

yourbff: hot AND rich AND sweet AND a gentleman???????? what is in the water here in spain

ynuser: i just googled his watch that he’s wearing and it’s $300k

yourbff: ok tea……y/n/n i’m so serious you are living every girls dream rn including mine

ynuser: i think i love him

yourbff: ok , maybe it’s time for you to come back to the hotel and get some sleep

ynuser: ugh you’re so right.

ynuser: he called me a driver , i’ll be back soon

yourbff: PLEASE TELL ME TOU GOT HIS NUMBER

ynuser: more than that 🤭 him and his friend are going to take us out for dinner tomorrow and show us around town 😫😍🫶🏻

yourbff: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

yoursibling: girl you wildin and i love it. stay safe pls

ynuser: yes of course bb

friend3: why that man kinda look familiar

ynuser: if u figure it out lmk

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[1. sightseeing courtesy of our new friend carlos. 3. looks like we found ourselves some dates 😉]

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friend2: y/n are you sharing churros con chocolate with a MAN

ynuser: YES

ynuser: i’ve been caught

friend2: you sneak.. i need every single detail

yourbff: i feel like we are in a movie for real

ynuser: i think we might be

yoursibling: how is it that you and y/bff/n always end up in these sorts of romance novel type situations

ynuser: it’s bc we are the it girls 💅🏻

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user1: what are you doing in madrid carlos

user2: OMG WHO IS THAT IN THE SECOND SLIDE CARLOSSSSS

landonorris: and what do we have here 👀

carlossainz55: just some travels in spain!

landonorris: with a girl??

carlossainz55: good catch 😉

landonorris: DETAILS?!

carlossainz55: if you must know and you promise to keep it secret

landonorris: of course mate

carlossainz55: i met this gorgeous girl in a club in barcelona and we hit it off. she doesn’t know im a driver she just thinks im a guy on holiday and its been rather refreshing so now im showing her around spain

landonorris: i support you in this brother but you know you’re gonna have to explain the whole famous thing at some point

carlossainz55: i know i know

user3: just fell to my knees is this a soft launch

charlesleclerc: enjoying break i see 😏

carlossainz55: yes i am 😏

user4: everyone stay calm!!!! stay CALM

user5: so little info here how am i supposed to find this girl by her shoes 🫣

user6: can’t wait till f1gossip sees this

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yoursibling: hold up did HE COME WITJ YOU GUYS

ynuser: yes 🤭

ynuser: when i tell you i think i met the love of my life

yoursibling: ugh i’m so jealous but also so happy for you!! you deserve this

friend2: bruh he’s fine as heck what is going on here

ynuser: no i know

yourbff: wait send me the pic of carlos and teto carrying our luggage pls im begging

ynuser: done and done

friend3: y/n y/m/n y/l/n have you ever seen a formula 1 race before

ynuser: you mean like the race cars?

friend3: yes the race cars!!!! i’m 99.9% sure that man in your photos drives for the FERRARI F1 TEAM. THAT IS THE CARLOS SAINZ

ynuser: oh my god… you’re right …….. he’s a FAMOUS FERRARI DRIVER?!

ynuser: oh my god he has 10 million followers

friend3: how did you NOT know this!!!!!!!!

ynuser: idk!!! i don’t follow f1!!!

friend3: well now you legally have to

ynuser: clearly omg

friend3: YOURE THE GIRL IN HIS STORY OFNEKGN

ynuser: OMG I AM

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f1gossip: carlos sainz has been spotted getting cozy with a mystery girl in madrid! we think this has got to be the girl who was in the story carlos posted a few days ago. they’ve also been spotted out at dinner with another woman and who we believe to be teto!! no information on who they are just yet but seem by all accounts to not be anyone we know

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user1: when will it be my turn!!!!

user2: that should be me 😭😭😭 happy for her i guess 😭😭😫😫

user3: so he was soft launching someone

user4: happy for him ig

friend3: ynuser girl

ynuser: oh my god

friend2: girl oh my god

yourbff: omg stop ???? is this movie about us???

user6: do you all know something we don’t

user3: no bc your profile pics kinda be similar to the girl in the pics f1 gossip posted 👀

user6: carlos doesn’t follow them yet but maybe that’ll change

user3: WAIT IT SAYS HES FOLLOWING YNUSER NOW

user5: i am so envious

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friend3: ok so the fan girls have found us it seems

ynuser: they really have… i have 2,694 follower requests right now

yourbff: the f1gossip account is trying to contact me,, they’re literally in my dms rn…. you look hot tho 😘😍😫

ynuser: they’re also trying to message me too. never thought our trip to spain would end up like this (i’m not complaining this is just a little overwhelming)

yourbff: me neither but if it had to happen i’m glad you met carlos!! you two seem like genuinely really well matched. i know it’s only been like…. 3 weeks but im stanning and shipping y/ncarlos so hard

ynuser: 😮‍💨😭 y/ncarlos omg stop hahaha

ynuser: i’m planning to put him in my pocket and take him back to the states with us

carlossainz55: ay dios mío hermosa chica 😍😍

ynuser: 🤭 you’re making me blush

carlossainz55: good, it’s cute when you blush

ynuser: you really have 10 million followers and drive for the scuderia ferrari huh

carlossainz55: yes mi amor. im sorry for not telling you sooner… i just really was enjoying getting to know you as just carlos and not as the ferrari driver

ynuser: and that makes sense i just … this is all just a bit intimidating

carlossainz55: no reason to be intimidated, i’m still just carlos 🥺

ynuser: if you say so

carlossainz55: i do say so hermosa🤍

carlossainz55: now that the cat is out of the bag…. do you want to come watch me race?

ynuser: you want me to come to one of your races?

carlossainz55: only if you want to! no pressure at all tho y/n/n

ynuser: i’d love to 😫

carlossainz55: i was hoping you’d say that. i’ll make arrangements for you to come to monza 😉

ynuser: italy?! omg i’ve never been to italy!!!!

carlossainz55: never?! oh boy then i have quite the time planned for us

landonorris: i feel like an elite member of a very exclusive club for being able to follow

ynuser: you are!! only 231 other people have the privilege

friend2: please send lando norris my number i see he’s following you now

ynuser: HAHAHAAH i respect the hustle. i tell him about you when i meet him in person in 2 weeks

friend2: IN PWROSN Y/N WHAT

yoursibling: bestie why are race car fan accounts trying to contact me all the sudden

ynuser: so you know that man i’ve been seeing while in spain with y/bff/n? turns out he’s a very famous formula 1 driver

yoursibling: you’ve got to be kidding me

ynuser: i am being very for real

ynuser has made a post 🔒

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ynuser: thank you to spain for literally changing my life

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friend2: omg that’s where my sunglasses went 🙄

ynuser: idk what you’re talking abt 🤭

yourbff: thanks for going on the trip of a lifetime with me y/n/n

ynuser: i love you bestie 🫶🏻

carlossainz55: and thank you to the universe for crossing our paths 🥹

ynuser: thank you universe, i am forever grateful 😫

landonorris: ok cool girl alert

ynuser: you know it

friend3: i’m not sure how to act normal in these comments y/n

ynuser: me neither

yoursibling: you’re never coming home after italy in a few weeks are you

ynuser: nope!

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carlossainz55: happy for the team, charles and the tifosi. it’s a shame i missed the podium but at least i got to spend my birthday with my favorite girl. until next time monza!

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user2: ohhhhhh a hard launch

user3: i wish he got a podium in his last monza in a ferrari

charlesleclerc: ❤️ thank you chili

alexandrasaintmleux: cuties 🤍

user4: this hard launch is distracting me from the immense sadness, thanks carlos

user55: she’s living my dream your honor

ynuser: feliz cumpleaños mi amor

carlossainz55: gracias princessa

ynuser: gracias por una semana perfecta [thank you for a perfect week]

carlossainz55: de nada 🤍

user10: you did all you could carlos

scuderiaferrari: we are proud of you chili

user16: you and your big brain still did amazing

yourbff: you did great carlos!

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a/n: likes and reblogs appreciated!! i quite liked this one and hope you did too

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[somethingboutafic]

Famous/Non-Famous

14/09/2019 by MediaWhore (G) word count: 3,925 In mid-September Harry comes home. A Tired Tired Sea Coda

It's written all over your...(or: the Red Carpet fic) by BlueNeptuune (E) word count: 11,569 The star-studded cast of Steal My Girl graced the red carpet on Saturday night ahead of the premiere screening, sparking an internet sensation like no other. The film itself received an average of 4-and-a-half stars from early reviews, launching it into the spotlight as a contender for the up-and-coming awards season, but the real news came from the carpet itself. Oscar-winner Louis Tomlinson (Kill My Mind, Back For You) made his first public appearance following the badly-hidden split from his management in early 2020, and he wasn’t exactly keen to talk about it. It was also the first time since his earliest work (Still The One is featured on our summer-vibes throwback list) that he’s attended the carpet by himself – rumours swirled that he’d split with his long-time girlfriend, but are the two things related? Tomlinson himself wasn’t spilling any tea, but it looks like one journalist in particular might have coaxed a little more out of him than anyone else...

A Hungry Heart by jacaranda_bloom (E) word count: 27,601 Harry Styles, florist and Great British Bake Off contestant, loves many things. He loves his flower shop, he loves baking, and there’s also that little crush he has on pop star Louis Tomlinson. But when Louis arrives on set as the surprise guest judge, Harry’s worlds collide. Throw in a cup of cuteness, a teaspoon of teasing, and a pinch of pining, and there’s all the ingredients for an epic love story, or absolute chaos.

Something Great by infinitelymint (E) word count: 31,061 Louis is a student and Harry is the mega-famous singer that happens to post a photo with Louis in the background. Together they kind of break the internet.

somewhere only we know by bethaboo (E) word count: 44,536 Personal assistant Louis knows something is up with his best friend and employer Harry. And it's not just his big tour coming up or the ever-increasing womanizing rumors about the popstar. To get to the bottom of Harry's moodiness, Louis decides he has to kidnap him and take him on a roadtrip up the California coast to Portland. The roadtrippiest road trip fic ever written. Basically an excuse for gratuitous fluff and smut with a pinch of angst tossed in for good measure.

tangled up in you by missandrogyny (E) word count: 45,152 Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?” Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry. Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.” “A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute. “Of course not!” “A stripper?” “No!” Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!” “What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing. There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.” A professional…what. “What?”

And Now I Date Cate's Brother by sunflouwerhabit (NR) word count: 46,604 A drunken writing session ends with a song detailing the fictitious summer romance between Louis and his former friend’s twin brother. It accidentally goes viral.

Some Records Turnin' by crimsontheory (E) word count: 49,330 Harry is a soft alpha who owns a record store and Louis is a closeted singer omega masquerading as an alpha who randomly stumbles into Harry’s store.

Carry This Feeling by Awriterwrites, dimpled_halo (E) word count: 49,927 Harry knows, objectively, that he shouldn't try to get his ghostwriter into bed. He knows. But...he finds it hard to resist temptation when Louis waltzes into his home and his life and turns everything upside down. And, as it turns out, Louis might just need a little turning upside down too.

Fall Into Your Gravity by zarah5 (E) word count: 74,004 AU. In which Harry is an overnight pop sensation and Louis steals plants, Zayn pulls Liam's proverbial pigtails and Niall's really just pleased there are more girls for him.

Back From The Edge by sincewewereeighteen (M) word count: 113,059 the one in which Harry is a closeted actor who needs to do a PR stunt during his break, only he wasn't counting on falling for his beard's best friend. It gets messy.

Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore (M) word count: 113,303 As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

How Many Times Will It Take (To Get This Right) by LilyBlue28 (E) word count: 157,806 The one where Louis and Harry used to be good friends (and casual fuck buddies), until Harry's music career took off and he left for a world tour. Louis disappeared from his life after that and for the next four years Harry mourns the loss of his friend (and his lover) until fate brings them back together, and Harry's life turns upside down...again.

love is a word, you gave it a name by CuckooTrooke (E) word count: 158,591 After two decades in brutal show business, Louis Tomlinson is trying to restore his tranquility of mind in the peace of Northern Europe where the sun barely sets, Maria's bar is always open, and young Harry has an irresistible spark in his eyes.

Be There by mission2feelike (NR) word count: 179,339 The one where their family has been torn apart and their hearts broken, but an accident, a snowstorm, cinnamon rolls, and the adorable Josie force Louis and Harry to finally face the truth, and each other.

Let Me Be Your Star by lovelarry10 (E) word count: 252,617 Harry Styles has always been a singer, but he’s never had much confidence in himself. When his idol is brought on as the new judge on The X-Factor, he figures, what the hell? He’d get to sing and meet his idol. What could go wrong? Louis Tomlinson has always wanted to mentor young musicians. When he’s asked to be a judge on The X-Factor, it’s a dream come true, everything he ever wanted. What he didn’t expect was to meet a curly-headed stranger that would turn his life upside down

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Non transmitigation au where Shen Yuan auditions for a part in PIDW on a lark when it gets a live action adaptation, not thinking he’ll actually get a part (he just wanted to be able to say he did it okay? He was dated okay??! He was not dared he just thought it’d be neat, but he’ll admit to nothing.) and, much to his horror, ends up cast as Shen Qingqiu.

He somehow accidentally makes Shen Qingqiu so likable that he’s the most popular character. The fandom goes feral over him. He becomes famous. New fans are joining the bandwagon in droves to watch him.

And all the while, Shen Yuan is frantically trying to pretend he isn’t the most notorious anti fan troll to clown on the internet. He has never heard of PIDW before what do you mean Peerless Cucumber whomst?

[babygirlsincars]

Been doing writing exercises to get back into the swing of things except it's just drabble upon drabble of what kind of aus I can throw Georgie boy in...

[more-than-a-princess]

She led with purpose: she always did, whether it was as a princess or, like today, as a woman in love. With someone who would have the uphill journey of a lifetime, she suspected, to be welcomed into her family and her life, but it was a journey she wanted to embark upon nevertheless. Still, with all of the confidence she exuded, her squared shoulders and head held high, Sonia's breath still caught in her throat when she felt his arms wrap around her on the ascending escalators.

She should've been careful. She should've been, at the very least, concerned about being recognized in one of the busiest cities in the world, days before she was supposed to appear at a high society event honoring her and other assorted young, rich, and beautiful single socialites: the world's most eligible bachelors and bachelorettes, all in the same place for one evening (and preserved for eternity in the pages of that month's magazine issue, of course).

But Sonia wasn't. Not the way he held her, the way he stole kisses in broad daylight and in the general public, and not even the possibility of consuming so much sugar and fat that indigestion was inevitable. Only once they'd stepped off the topmost escalator did her arms fall away from where they'd been resting over his, if just to walk without accidentally tripping over her own feet. "Mm, I think it is important to remember that we only live once, and that stomach pain could be worth it in order to sample everything delicious," She grinned at him over her shoulder as she pointed out the various caffeinated options to choose from. "And besides: is this not what antacids are made for?" Medicine to dull the pain, but memories that would remain forever. Even if they were stories that didn't enthrall anyone except for the two of them: that was what mattered. She left her grin where it was at the mention of a leash: she wouldn't verbally confirm nor deny. He'd have to find out for himself, but a wink would, perhaps, give her away just a little bit.

What did cause her smile to fade, however, was the mention of the drink powder Wylan believed to be chocolate. "That is not chocolate by any definition of the word," She replied bluntly. Likely the reaction he wanted but she didn't care: she was determined to introduce him to what chocolate was supposed to taste like, not the gritty, waxy, or overly sweetened offerings that America provided. She didn't possess the same apprehension towards the states that many of Novoselic's citizens did, but Sonia did pause at their idea of chocolate, the peanut butter combination aside. America had done something right there, beyond being Wylan's home of course.

Still, drinking chocolate was best enjoyed on a terrace with a silver bowl of whipping cream to add to one's liking. So she opted for a fragrant tea, spiced with apples, cinnamon, and cloves, before taking him by her free hand and leading him towards the set of stairs off to the side of the topmost floor. "We do indeed have all day," She nodded, her cheerful expression returning. That thought was far more pleasant than gritty sugar water. "And I wanted to start it here, just a bit more to go."

At the top of two rows of stairs was, at last, the roof of the Galeries Lafayette. The view was sweeping, and on that clear morning it was easy to see not only the Palais Garnier a street away, but the top of the Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame, and the Eiffel Tower off in the distance. That early in the morning was before the crowds of tourists descended upon the viewing platform for selfies with varying sizes of selfie sticks, or posing for the most optimal video for their social media feeds. It was a simple task to find a free bench to enjoy their drinks and the view the platform provided.

"So many people go to the top of the Eiffel Tower or the Arc de Triomphe and pay for the privilege, only to realize those landmarks they wish to see are, of course, absent from the skyline," She explained, pausing for a sip of her sweet and spicy tea. "But in truth, the best view of Paris is here, and it's free."

Not that he seemed to be focused on the sights, unless the sight was her. Sonia's cheeks flushed at that realization: she was so used to being looked at, admired, coveted, by people she knew and many she didn't. But the fact that it was him made her heart beat faster, her face warming up in the chilly autumn air for reasons that had nothing to do with her tea. "Well, we came here for clothes for you first and foremost!" She reminded him, gently nudging him playfully in the ribs. "I doubt you brought much in the way of outfits. My staff can launder clothes rather quickly but probably not fast enough, considering your luggage." Which had been, if her eyes hadn't deceived her as he'd opened up his bags, a good amount of weapons. A cause for concern for anyone besides her.

Including her security, who trailed behind them as inconspicuous as possible, only keeping an eye on them both with discreet glances. Well, might as well give them something to fret over: Sonia took the opportunity to lean against his side, her hands wrapped around her paper cup. "Still, I do not really mind what we do today, as long as I am with you." And her cousins kept their mouths shut, though she suspected they would. Informing her parents of Wylan's return, and existence in general, was something best left to another day. One where she had her own home to flee to, where she could take him with her and be treated with respect rather than apprehension at best. "If you didn't need something new to wear, I rather thought you would've tried to discern the best way to sneak in and scale the Galeries Lafayette: you aren't much afraid of heights, are you?" Considering how often he broke into her condo back in Tokyo, he'd either been very determined or very much in disregard of his own life. Or both, particularly if he was entering through the windows and not the service stairs or elevator.

That said, she wasn't sure what he was afraid of: barring her, at least, up until the previous night. Sonia's head rested against his shoulder, trading a sideways view of the Seine for his warmth and the scent of the soap he'd used earlier that morning. Both comforting, she realized.

The kiss leaves him in a blissful daze. Yet again. Once again. Ever and ever again. Leaving his senses in that strange addicting wonder. Sonia may lower herself away, but he chases after. Peppering in at least two between her words, where he could. As she may let him. This really was their first date, as he thought about it. At least, the first honest one. Where feelings and intentions were open. There wasn't the cat and mouse as usually he applied to conversations.

When he agrees with her. He means it. When he thanks her. It's not a lull into another stage. He means that too. When he follows her, he wants her to know that he's beside her.

Though, that's perhaps a little crowded, when applied to an escalator. Still, he pulls it off, going so far as to take the next step to get a little more height on her. His arms wrapping down as they grip the handrail. She's so damn cute. There's a light in her eyes and watching how it dances when she looks about and points out the various locations? He can just watch that. On and on. Watch her. Admire her.

Sonia navigates with experience. Wylan follows with purpose.

"Is it a smart choice to try some of everything? It may be hard to believe, but even I probably have my limits for caffeine. I hold my liquor, I don't quite so carefully on to my excitement. I was serious that one time, when I said I think a collar would be nice. And you never struck me as someone against holding a leash." The assassin smirks, flashing a look with his eyes. Maybe not so bright, but definitely rivaling any look she could make as far as zeal.

"Nah. I'll just get uhhh. One of these coffees here. The chocolate? It's no good. It's not the Swiss that I happen to prefer." Now he's just being smug, baiting another reaction- but before she could fuss too much his arm- the one not laden with a beverage once it was procured- has taken her close, fondly. "Bahaha~ c'mon. We got all day, don't we? Lets take our time and enjoy this in a good spot."

"I don't mind sights. Though I have been ignoring pretty much everything we've walked past, honestly. What were we here for again?? I just feel like showing off my girlfriend, now."

Perhaps he's just doing this on purpose. Maybe he's baiting the security to shuffle in closer if he starts making the beginning of a scene...

[wolfstarshipping]

Step & Repeat (62.744 words) by @theresthesnitch Rating: Mature Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

modern AU, muggle AU, fake dating

Summary: Step & Repeat: 1. A banner with a repeating motif or picture that is used as a backdrop for pictures, like for a red carpet. 2. The act of actually falling in love with your celebrity best friend while being his fake boyfriend on said red carpet while the whole world thinks you’re already in love. Or, at least, that’s how it happened to Remus.

Comment: Fake dating is one of my favorite tropes, and this fic had absolutely everything I could wish for: lots and lots of mutual pining and totally platonic cuddling, so much domestic fluff, Sirius as a movie star, Remus as a writer, did I mention the mutual pining?? I'm sad I missed it when it was still a WIP because following along the social media posts on tumblr sounds so fun, but I'm so glad I read it now, because it was such a great fic, and the media content in between chapters makes the experience even more immersive, I highly recommend checking it out if you haven't already read it!