#pulled out my swiftie mix for him

[banzonism]

YOU BELONG WITH ME

one-shot

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: romance, drama, comedy, angst, fluff, slow burn, love pining

tags: football player! jk, photographer! jk, student leader! reader, high school au, chilhood friend, boy next door jk, bff drama, friends to lovers, yeontan cameo

synopsis: Beneath the light banter and playful teasing of childhood friends lies a deep well of unspoken feelings, simmering just out of reach. Quick glances shared during laughter hold more meaning than anyone dares to acknowledge. But everything shifts dramatically when a heartfelt letter reveals unexpected truths, shattering the carefully constructed lives they have built. Will they find their way back to each other and uncover the truth of their feelings? In the end, they must find out if they really belong with each other.

words count: 10k

notes: hello everyone! here's another one-shot from me, and let me tell you i've been thinking about this fic a lot lot lot bc i'm a sucker of this kind of romance, sorry.... inspired by TS "you belong with me” mv but with a twist! if you’re a swiftie, you’ll probably notice quite a few nods to the iconic mv—incorporated some of its most memorable scenes into the story. hope you enjoy this fun, nostalgic ride <3

p.s. dont come for my girl Sana—she might be a little extra in the beginning scenes, but trust me she’s worth it! & threw a Yeontan moment to honor him... fly high, little one 🕊

The gym buzzed with energy as students rushed around, their laughter and conversations creating a lively atmosphere for the school’s event preparations. Colorful decorations filled the room, and tables were piled high with craft supplies. As the student council leader, you moved through the crowd with a clipboard, checking off tasks and motivating your excited team.

“Hey, Miss Y/N!” called out a freshman, her face showing worry. “Can you help us with this banner? It’s too high!”

“Got it!” you answered with determination, quickly heading to where a sturdy ladder was leaning against the wall. You set it up under the spot where the banner needed to go and felt a surge of confidence as you grabbed the banner in one hand and some tape in the other.

Climbing the ladder, each step brought you closer to the colorful paper reaching up to the ceiling. But as you neared the top, your foot slipped a little on the rung. In that quick moment, everything seemed to slow down. “Oh no—” you gasped, trying hard to steady yourself. Before you knew it, you slipped down the ladder and landed with a thud on the polished gym floor. The loud noise echoed in the sudden silence that followed.

Laughter erupted around you, filling the air with amusement. At the center of it all was Sana , the cheerleading captain and your former bestfriend. Her laughter rang out, almost mocking, as she stood with her friends, arms crossed and a smug smirk on her face, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"Be careful, Y/N," she mocked, her voice thick with sarcasm. "Being busy might make you grow old faster." Her laughter felt sharp, and it stung even more when you noticed she didn’t offer to help you up.

Heat flooded your cheeks, mixing embarrassment with frustration, but you fought to keep it under control. Taking a deep breath, you stood up and brushed off your shirt, straightening your back. “Alright, everyone, let’s get back to work! We have an event to make special!” you said, putting on a genuine smile that energized the team.

The room buzzed with renewed focus as your enthusiasm spread, pulling everyone back into the excitement of preparing for the event. Sana rolled her eyes and turned away with her group, their giggles trailing behind, but you didn’t let their laughter get you down.

“Y/N, are you okay?” a familiar voice called through the noise. You turned to see Kim Namjoon, the student council secretary and the head editor of the school paper, approaching with a concerned look on his face, a notebook tucked under one arm.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied with a grin. “Just stumbled a bit, nothing to worry about.”

“Impressive,” he said, chuckling. “Not many can fall like that and still walk away with confidence.”

"You think?" you grin. "Add it to the school paper column. Speaking of which, I need your help editing later." Namjoon smiles, his warmth reassuring.

While being the heaď of the student council was a big responsibility, you believed that your writing skills were really what helped you lead. Every meeting, every plan for events, and every motivational speech was shaped by your years of writing experience. It wasn’t just a hobby; it was a vital tool that helped define your leadership style.

As the day went on, you guided the team with determination, turning your fall into a funny story rather than a moment of embarrassment. With the gym transforming into a lively celebration of school spirit, you felt a swell of pride in both the team and yourself for staying true to what really mattered.

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The following day was the big foundation day event, and it turned out to be a tremendous success. As the sun set, you breathed a sigh of relief, feeling proud of how everything had gone. You had led your team to pull off one of the year's most important events, and now you could finally focus on your studies again, catch up on assignments, and enjoy some much-needed relaxation.

But then, things took an unexpected turn.

That evening, the school's football team had a crucial game against a rival school, which brought a huge crowd to the stadium. At first, you had no plans to go; you were determined to finish your essays and study for your upcoming exams. Just as you were about to dive into your books, you received a call from Namjoon.

“Hey Y/N, I know this is really last minute, but can you come by the office?” he asked, sounding urgent.

Curious and a bit worried, you made your way to the editorial office. Being part of the school publication was something you loved, but tonight, you hoped it wouldn’t mean too much extra work.

When you arrived, Namjoon greeted you with a stressed look. “Y/N, I really need your help. You're one of our best writers, and we’re in a tight spot.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What’s happened?”

“Yunjin, who was supposed to write about tonight’s football game, is sick and can’t make it,” Namjoon explained, urgency in his voice. “We need someone to fill in and write the article for tomorrow’s paper. I know it’s short notice, but you’re our best option. Can you take it on?”

You paused, thinking about all the homework and studying waiting for you at home. “Namjoon, I’m not sure I can do this. Writing sports articles isn’t really my thing.��

Namjoon shot you a reassuring smile. “You just have to write down what happens during the game and maybe ask a few of our players about it afterward. You’re a fantastic writer, Y/N. I know you can handle this.”

Feeling torn, you considered the school, the players who had worked so hard for this moment, and how important it was to share their story with everyone.

“Okay, Joon,” you said with newfound determination. “I’ll do it.”

Namjoon visibly relaxed and handed you a notebook and a press pass. “You’re a lifesaver, Y/N. I know you’ve already put in a lot of effort for the school. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You smirked and raised an eyebrow. “You better. I’m counting on you for lunch for a week.”

Namjoon laughed. “Deal. Now go make it a great article. Good luck!”

With that, you headed towards the stadium, notebook in hand, ready to take on another challenge.

Later, under the bright lights of the stadium, you were caught up in the exciting atmosphere of the game. The crowd's cheers surrounded you as you walked along the sidelines, your press pass hanging around your neck. The lights created dramatic shadows over the players as they warmed up, and you could feel their energy in the air. You stopped for a moment, heart racing, to write down your initial thoughts about the buzz surrounding the upcoming match and the rival team's arrival.

Then, you saw him.

The golden boy everyone had been talking about. He was someone you had known since you were kids—the one who always made it difficult for you to hold his gaze for long. Memories flooded back of sunny afternoons spent playing in your backyards, the shy smiles exchanged during those brief encounters, and that unmistakable flutter in your stomach whenever he was near.

He stood in the middle of the field, naturally drawing everyone's attention, with his dark hair damp from practicing, strands sticking to his forehead. His jersey fit him perfectly, showcasing his athletic build. You could see the fire in his eyes from where you stood—a mix of determination and passion that made him even more captivating.

When the game ended with an exciting win for your school, the stadium roared with cheers. A wave of pride swelled inside you—not just for the team's victory but for the chance to capture this moment through your writing.

As you lingered on the sidelines, you felt torn about whether to approach him. You had enough material for your article, but a small voice inside you urged that this opportunity was too special to miss. Just as you were about to decide, a familiar voice broke into your thoughts.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You turned sharply, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest. There he was, striding towards you with that effortless confidence you both admired and envied. His jersey clung to him, damp with sweat, his hair tousled, and that bunny-like smile brighter than the stadium lights surrounding you.

“Hey, Jungkook,” you replied, trying to sound calm even though you felt anything but. “Congratulations on your win!”

“Thanks,” he said, tilting his head with a curious look, making you feel both exposed and energized. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Did you enjoy the game?”

“Of course! For the article tomorrow,” you replied, clutching your notebook like a lifeline. “You know, school paper stuff.”

“How did you find the game?” he asked, his tone light yet genuinely curious as if he wanted your opinion.

“That’s cool. I mean, you’re cool. I mean—you’re great,” you blurted, the words tumbling before you could stop them. Your thoughts were a tangled mess, and the soft chuckle that escaped his lips didn’t make it any easier to compose yourself.

“Thanks,” Jungkook replied, tilting his head slightly as he studied you.

Trying to regain your composure, you cleared your throat. “Could I ask you a few questions about the game?”

“Sure,” he replied effortlessly.

You began asking him the standard post-game questions, scribbling down his answers. But as he spoke, your focus wavered. His voice was smooth and warm, carrying an understated excitement that made you lose track of your notes. You couldn’t help but notice how his eyes sparkled when he talked about the team’s victory, how the corner of his lips curled into a smile that made your heart skip a beat. Your attention drifted, and your writing soon became a mess of half-written sentences.

“Hey, babe,” a voice interrupted, snapping you out of your daze.

You looked up to see Sana, the head cheerleader—of course she would be here—striding over with her usual charm. Her cheer uniform fit her perfectly, highlighting her athletic build. In that moment, the butterflies in your stomach shifted to a sinking feeling.

“Oh, hey, Sana,” Jungkook greeted her, and you noticed a change in his tone.

“Great game! You were amazing out there,” Sana said before throwing her arms around him in a sudden hug. Jungkook’s body stiffened briefly, and his expression showed mild discomfort as he pulled away.

When she finally let go, Sana’s gaze shifted to you, her smile on a sharper edge. “What’s this?” she asked, nodding toward your notebook.

“It’s for the school paper,” you replied, keeping your tone neutral.

“Last time I checked, you weren’t into sports writing, Y/N.”

Her words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you debated whether it was worth responding. You were exhausted from the long day, and the last thing you wanted was to engage in her petty comments. But something about her smug tone lit a fire in you.

“And the last time I checked,” you shot back, your eyes lockig onto hers with a glare, “was a year ago. So, you don’t know much about what I’m doing now, Sana.”

The tension in the air thickened, but before you could say more, Jungkook stepped in, his voice calm yet firm. “Hey, what’s going on?”

You forced a polite smile, snapping your notebook shut. “Thanks, Jungkook,” you said abruptly, needing an escape. “I’ll, uh, I’ll go now.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he replied softly, his eyes lingering on you. “See you around.”

As you walked away, you couldn’t help but feel a sting. Jungkook and Sana had been linked ever since she became the cheerleading captain, though rumors swirled that they weren’t officially a couple. You tried to convince yourself it didn’t matter, but deep down, it did—just a little. This wasn’t just anyone; it was your former best friend and the boy who had unknowingly captured your heart for years.

Later that night, you sat at your desk, struggling to finish an article you had started. The soft light from Jungkook’s room peeked through your curtains, reminding you of how near yet far he felt. His smile and the sound of his voice echoed in your mind. As you lay there, sleep refused to come, and you found yourself thinking about what could have happened if you had ever had the courage to tell him your true feelings.

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After weeks passed and final exams wrapped up, you threw yourself into your studies. It wasn’t just about making your parents proud or keeping your position as a student leader; it was about getting a scholarship to the university of your dreams, something you had worked toward for years. After weeks of sleepless nights and exhausting tests, your final stretch as a high school senior came to a close.

That afternoon, completely worn out, you headed straight to your room and collapsed onto your bed. When you woke up three hours later, it was dark outside, and your mom called you for dinner. Rubbing your eyes, you stretched and turned toward your window. That’s when you saw that your curtain was slightly open, revealing Jungkook’s room across the way.

He was there, his face faintly lit by a desk lamp, talking animatedly on the phone. Even from a distance, you could see the tension in his posture—his brows were knitted together, his jaw tense, and his hand was tugging at his hair in frustration. Concern rose in your chest. Without thinking, you grabbed a notepad and marker from your desk and quickly jotted down a message.

"Are you okay?"

You held it up to the window, feeling anxious as you waited. It took him a moment to notice you, but when he did, his expression softened a bit. He sighed and wrote back:

"Tired of drama."

Unsure of how to reply, you eventually wrote:

"Sorry."

He looked at your note, and a faint, tired smile flickered across his face. He shook his head gently, as if to say it wasn’t your fault. The simple exchange left a strange heaviness in your chest despite the silence between you. You wondered what troubles he was facing, and for a brief moment, you wished you could reach out and help him.

Jungkook then waved at you, a small gesture that felt like a goodnight. You waved back, signaling for him to get some rest. He smiled again, this time it felt more genuine, before closing his curtain. The room immediately fell silent, but thoughts of him lingered long after he disappeared from view.

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On a laid-back Sunday afternoon, you decided to take a break from your busy life by diving into a book that had caught your interest. You found a quiet spot on a bench in the park, where the calm surroundings helped soothe your busy mind.

Out of the blue, you were startled by a loud bark. Looking up, you saw a tiny, fluffy Pomeranian running towards you. Its shiny black and brown fur sparkled in the sunlight, and its bright eyes shone with playful energy. A smile spread across your face as the little dog, looking like a cuddly stuffed animal, stopped barking and approached you cautiously.

“Hey there, little buddy,” you said softly, reaching out your hand. The dog sniffed your fingers for a moment and then nuzzled against you, clearly enjoying the attention. Feeling a rush of affection for dogs, you scratched behind its ears and laughed as it playfully licked your hand.

Just then, a voice called out from a distance, “Yeontan!” You looked up to see Jungkook jogging toward you, looking a bit rushed.

“There you are,” he said, picking up the dog and holding it in his arms. “I’m sorry if he bothered you.”

“Oh, not at all,” you replied with a smile, still petting Yeontan. “He’s so cute!”

Jungkook chuckled and scratched Yeontan behind the ear. “He’s not actually mine, though. Taehyung asked me to look after him for a while. He can be quite a handful sometimes.”

“I don’t mind at all,” you said, charmed by the little fluffball. “I love dogs. He’s just too adorable!”

“Right?” Jungkook grinned. “He can be a bit of a troublemaker, though. So, what are you doing here? Just reading?”

“Something like that,” you shrugged. “I needed a break to clear my mind. It helps.”

“That's good to hear. You deserve some time off,” Jungkook replied, his tone growing softer. “So, what’s your plan after graduation? Are you staying here for college?”

You paused, closing your book as you considered your response. “Honestly, I’m not sure. My mom and I haven’t talked much about it, but I’m applying to a few schools that are far away. What about you?”

Jungkook sighed, absentmindedly petting Yeontan. “My dad wants me to stay here and take business classes while focusing on football. He has this whole plan for me to take over his business.”

“Is that what you want?” you asked, tilting your head to study his expression.

“I’m not sure,” he admitted, frustration creeping into his voice. “I don’t want to let him down, but…”

“But what?” you prompted.

“I really loved photography and film,” he said quietly. “I told my dad I wanted to study film, but he wasn’t too excited. He thinks football is my best chance at making it to the national team, and that everything else is just a hobby.”

You frowned, feeling a twinge of sympathy for him. “That sounds rough, Jungkook. It’s great that your dad believes in you, but it’s your life. You should do what makes you happy.”

“That’s what your dad always said, right?” Jungkook remarked, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I miss Uncle Seojun. He always encouraged me and was so excited about my photography projects.”

“He really was,” you replied, smiling at the memory of your father. “I remember how thrilled you were when you got that camera for your birthday. You couldn’t stop talking about it!”

He laughed softly, nostalgic. “Yeah, those were good times.”

Jungkook’s gaze softened as he looked at you, momentarily distracted by a stray hair that had fallen over your face. Without thinking, he reached out and gently tucked it behind your ear. The unexpected touch made your heart skip a beat.

“There,” he said softly, almost whispering as if the moment needed a certain quiet. “Now I can see you properly.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you scrambled to find words, but your mind went blank. His hand lingered for a brief moment before he pulled away, and the faint smile he gave you sent your heart racing.

In that moment, everything else faded away—the sounds of the park and even Yeontan’s soft breathing seemed to disappear. You wondered if he could hear how loudly your heart was beating.

You both sat there quietly for a while, with Yeontan curled up between you. It felt like a snapshot of the past, a brief reminder of simpler times before life got more complicated.

But before long, the moment was disrupted. A red car pulled up nearby, and you recognized the girl stepping out—Sana. Of course, it had to be her. With her stylish cap and polished look, she approached like she owned the place.

“Hey, Jungkook! What’s taking you so long to grab Yeontan?” she called out, shattering the peaceful moment you had shared with Jungkook.

Jungkook stood up, brushing off his jeans as if to shake off the experience you’d just had. “I’ve got to go now,” he said, a hint of regret in his voice. “It was really nice talking to you again.”

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, trying to keep your tone casual despite the whirlwind of feelings inside you. “Time to go now, buddy,” you said softly to Yeontan, giving the little dog one last affectionate pat.

Jungkook sank back onto the bench, his smile brightening the moment as he gently took Yeontan’s paw and waved it toward you. “Bye, Yeontan,” you said, unable to suppress the flicker of a smile that danced on your lips despite the weight in your chest.

When Jungkook got on the passenger seat, Sana suddenly whispered to Jungkook, making them like they are kissing on your view, which made Jungkook laugh. You quickly dropped your gaze back to your book, pretending not to notice, acting as if it didn’t bother you. But it did. It always did.

The car pulled away, taking them with it, leaving you alone once again with only your book and the lingering ache in your chest.

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The office was filled with a low hum of activity, with the sounds of papers being shuffled and keyboards tapping away. You were sitting at your usual desk, surrounded by notes, layout plans, and playlists for the upcoming graduation celebration. It was your last year of school, and as the leader of the organizing committee, you were determined to make the event truly special.

“Hey, Y/N, have you had lunch yet?” a familiar voice cut through your concentration.

Looking up, you saw Namjoon standing there with a warm smile, holding a neatly packed lunchbox.

“I’ll eat later. I was thinking of heading to the cafeteria,” you replied, forcing a tired smile.

“No need for that,” he said, placing the box down in front of you. “I brought you lunch. You’ve been working yourself to the bone lately.”

“Thanks, that really means a lot,” you said, genuinely appreciative.

“Not a problem. You deserve it,” he replied, pulling up a chair to sit next to you. “By the way, have you heard anything about your application to your dream school?”

You leaned back in your chair with a sigh. “No news yet. I’m just waiting and hoping for that scholarship. It all depends on this.”

Namjoon nodded, his expression confident. “You’ll get it. I believe in you.”

“I hope you’re right,” you said quietly, feeling the pressure weighing on you.

“It’s you, Y/N. You’ve been juggling so much—school, committee duties, everything. If anyone can handle it, it’s you,” he said earnestly, and his encouragement brought a small smile to your face.

You talked about school and Namjoon’s plans for college, enjoying the easy flow of conversation. For a moment, the stress you were feeling seemed to lift.

“So… about prom?” he asked casually, tilting his head. “Are you going? Has anyone asked you to go with them?”

You hesitated, playing with your pen. “Not yet. I’m not sure I’ll even go.”

“Why not?” he inquired.

“I’ve been so busy, and I really need to focus on studying for the scholarship. That’s what’s most important for me right now,” you explained, looking away.

Namjoon frowned a little but nodded in understanding. “I get it. But you know… you’ve worked really hard. Maybe you deserve one night to just have fun. Prom is an important event, especially for someone like you who’s given so much to this school. Just think about it, okay?”

You smiled softly, touched by his concern. “Thanks, Namjoon. I’ll think about it.”

He stood up and gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Good. Now eat your lunch. You need the energy for everything you’re handling.”

As he walked away, you looked down at the lunchbox and smiled to yourself. Namjoon always seemed to know exactly what you needed, even when you didn’t realize it yourself.

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Weeks passed, and the gentle light of your desk lamp lit up the messy spread of notes and open textbooks in front of you. You had been studying for hours, going over every possible topic for the entrance exam—a big test that could determine whether you got into your dream school. The clock struck midnight, but you were so focused that you barely noticed the time.

Even so, thoughts of prom kept sneaking into your mind. It wasn’t just that your friend Namjoon had encouraged you to go; it was the fact that prom, the highlight of your senior year, was happening on the same day as your exam. The test was in the morning, and there would be time to get ready afterward, but you wondered if it was worth the rush. Should you focus on your future or let yourself enjoy one night of celebration after all your hard work?

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a door open from the other side. You saw Jungkook walked into his room, his hair slightly damp, probably from football practice, and his gym bag hanging over his shoulder. He looked a mix of tired and effortlessly cool.

You quickly turned your attention back to your notes, trying not to seem obvious, but you could sense that he was watching you. When you glanced up again, you noticed him grab a notepad and a marker from his desk. He wrote something down and held it up to his window.

“Are you going to prom tomorrow?”

You froze for a moment, caught off guard by his direct question. Slowly, you grabbed your notepad and wrote back:

“No, studying.”

He read your response and his expression changed—was that disappointment? He sighed and quickly wrote another note, a small smile appearing on his face as he held it up:

“Wish you were"

Your heart skipped a beat. The simplicity of his words affected you more than you anticipated. You smiled back, feeling a mix of flattery and frustration. Prom had only been a distant thought until now, but Jungkook’s quiet hope made you reconsider.

You stood up and waved goodbye, signaling that you were heading downstairs for dinner. Your mom greeted you warmly and asked how your studying was going. You nodded, trying to focus on the meal in front of you, but your mind was elsewhere. Between the entrance exam, the upcoming prom, and Jungkook’s note, you felt like you were at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take.

That morning, your mom took you to the university for an important exam. The car ride felt both long and too short at the same time, with the scenery rushing by as your nerves tightened. This was the moment you had been working towards after many sleepless nights and self-imposed pressure. There was no turning back now.

“I know you’re feeling anxious, sweetheart,” your mom said gently. “But no matter what happens, I’m proud of you. And your dad? He would be so happy.”

You nodded, trying to push down the lump in your throat. Her comforting words eased your anxiety, even as your mind raced with worries about what could go wrong.

When you entered the exam hall, the quietness was almost overwhelming. Other students, just as nervous as you, bent over their papers. Once the exam started, it was just you, the questions in front of you, and your pen. You poured all your effort into each answer, determined to do your best.

As you walked out of the hall afterwards, doubt began to creep in. Did I do enough? you wondered. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself, “I’ve done my best. Now it’s in the hands of fate.”

Back home after lunch, you tried to distract yourself from the exam, but the thoughts kept returning. It wasn’t until exactly 1:00 PM, hours later, that your phone buzzed with a notification. An email awaited you.

Your heart raced as you opened it, and the words “Admission Results” jumped out at you. As you read through the letter, one word stood out: Congratulations.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, and then exclaimed more loudly, “I passed!”

Your mom rushed in, startled by your shout. When she saw the email on your screen, her face lit up with joy. You both started jumping around the room, laughing and crying together.

“I’m so proud of you,” she said, wrapping you in a warm hug. “Your dad would be so proud too. I just know it.”

Later, in your room, you began to imagine the life ahead of you at your dream school. New friends, exciting opportunities, and a fresh place to learn and grow. The possibilities felt endless, and for the first time in a long while, you felt truly excited about the future.

Your daydream was interrupted by a loud knock on your door. Startled, you turned to see someone you didn’t expect: Sana.

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She stood in the doorway, exuding her usual confidence, but her face was hard to read. "We need to talk," she said, crossing her arms.

The happiness from your recent achievement quickly faded as you wondered what she wanted. You stood frozen at your door, staring at Sana, completely shocked by her unexpected visit. It felt like ages since she’d last been in your house, let alone your room.

“What are you doing here?” you finally managed to ask, still trying to process her sudden appearance.

Instead of giving a straight answer, she crossed her arms and shot you an intense glare, her voice trembling with emotion. “How could you just leave me in this town? I thought we were going to college together!”

Her outburst hit you hard. “People change, Sana. Plans change. Everything changes,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady even as your heart raced.

“You didn’t even tell me?” she said, her eyes shimmering with tears that threatened to overflow.

You let out a heavy breath, feeling the weight of this tense moment. “How was I supposed to? We weren't really on good terms.”

Without another word, she walked past you, frustration clear in her body language, and sat down on the edge of your bed. “So what? Just because we weren’t talking doesn’t mean you could just vanish on me. Even if we were both acting foolish, you could’ve at least figured out a way to let me know.”

You followed her, feeling unsure whether to comfort her or give her some space. “How did you even find out I was going to another school? I’m not even sure I could pass the entrance exam.”

Sana wiped her eyes, and her frustration melted into vulnerability. “I overheard your mom mentioning it…and Jungkook told me too. And you think so little of yourself. Do you hate me that much?”

Her words cut deep. “I don’t hate you, Sana,” you replied softly, feeling your heart ache with her pain. “I’m really sorry.”

“I’m sorry too, Y/N,” she responded, her voice shaking. “I know I haven't treated you well this year. I—” Her voice broke as she buried her face in her hands, regret washing over her like a tidal wave.

You paused for a moment but then sat down next to her. “I was going to send you a letter,” you admitted. “To explain everything before graduation.”

“A letter?” she repeated, her eyes widening with curiosity. “Let me see it!”

With a heavy heart, you opened your cabinet and took out a box filled with letters you had written to people who had meant a lot to you. With shaky hands, you handed one to her.

As she started to read the letter, you noticed her expression change. Tears filled her eyes as she processed the words you had written from deep within your heart. “Y/N, I had no idea you felt this way. I’m so sorry for making you feel alone. If I could go back in time... I would give up cheerleading if it meant keeping you in my life.”

“Please don’t say that,” you replied quickly, your voice filled with urgency. “Cheerleading was your dream. I regret not being more supportive. I should have been there for you.”

Sana shook her head, a realization dawning upon her. “And I should have been there for you, too. I had no idea what you were going through with your dad’s illness. I thought you were pushing me away, but really, I just wasn’t paying attention.”

The two of you sat together, unpacking the hurt and misunderstandings that had built up over the past year. You shared how your father's health struggles had taken over your life, creating a distance you didn’t know how to overcome. Sana opened up about feeling lost when you stopped responding to her messages, believing you no longer cared about her.

“Remember that time we were supposed to hang out? I saw you hugging Jungkook, and I… I thought maybe you didn’t need me anymore,” you reminded her, the memory still vivid.

Sana’s eyes widened in surprise. “Jungkook? Oh my God, Y/N, he was just comforting me! I was upset about my parents fighting, that’s all!”

As the ridiculousness of it all hit both of you, laughter erupted, slowly easing the tension that had lingered for so long.

“And then,” you added, “I got a call from the hospital. My dad was in surgery, and I couldn’t stay.”

Sana’s expression softened, guilt showing on her face. “I thought you ditched me. I waited for you until I couldn’t anymore.”

When you finally returned home after your dad’s funeral, you had wanted to explain everything, but seeing Sana laughing with her new cheerleading friends had hurt you deeply. “I thought you’d moved on,” you admitted, trying to hold back the pain you still felt.

Sana groaned and covered her face, genuine sorrow washing over her. “We were so foolish.”

You nodded, a smile starting to emerge despite everything. “Yeah, we were.”

As the laughter faded, the weight of the past year began to lift, replaced by a sense of ease that had been absent for so long. Hours passed as you both reminisced, catching up on everything you had missed in each other’s lives. When you looked at the clock, you were surprised to see it was already 4 PM.

“Wow,” Sana said, leaning back with a playful sigh. “We just spent hours untangling a whole year’s worth of misunderstandings. Classic us.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling lighter than you had in a long time. “Classic us! So, what’s next? How are things going with you and Jungkook?”

Sana's face shifted to one of mock shock. “Me and Jungkook? Oh, no! I think you mean me and his best friend.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “Wait, Kim Taehyung? Jungkook’s best friend?”

A sheepish smile appeared on Sana’s face. “Yep! Don't act so surprised. I was always around Jungkook because Taehyung and I... well, there’s definitely more happening there than with Jungkook.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Really? This whole time I thought—”

“Thought what? That Jungkook and I were secretly in love?” Sana laughed dramatically. “Ew, no! He’s like a brother to me. Gross.”

You felt a wave of relief, though a hint of irritation bubbled up too. “Well, how was I supposed to know? You two always hung out, and there was that time you called him ‘babe’ during the football game!”

Sana grinned mischievously. “Oh, that? Totally just messing with you. I wanted to see if you get jealous.”

“Jealous?” you repeated, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “Why would I be jealous?”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. It’s obvious. I have known you since we were little, and you have liked Jungkook since middle school, right?”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “You’re the worst.”

“And you’re just in denial about it. It’s painful to watch,” she teased.

Before you could respond, Sana leaned in closer and said, “But honestly, your face every time I was with him? Not subtle at all.”

“Well, excuse me for being human,” you muttered, glaring at her.

Sana just smirked. “Anyway, there’s nothing between me and Jungkook, but there’s definitely something between him and you.”

Your heart raced at her words, but you quickly shook your head. “You’re imagining things.”

Sana rolled her eyes. “Right. I’m the one imagining this. Not the girl who’s been crushing on Jungkook for years.”

“Can we talk about something else, please?” you begged.

“Nope! You can’t get out of this. People always thought we were a couple, but it’s silly because there’s nothing there. The only person I’m into is Taehyung.”

You blinked, trying to grasp all the new information. “So... you and Taehyung?”

“Yep!” she said, grinning. “Don’t worry; I’ll make sure Jungkook knows you’re interested. Not that he doesn’t already.”

“Sana!” you shouted, throwing a pillow at her.

You both burst into laughter, the earlier tension completely gone. For the first time in ages, things felt normal between you and Sana, just like they used to be.

Suddenly, Sana spoke up enthusiastically, crossing her arms like it was settled. “You need to go to this prom!”

You sighed, leaning back against your bed. “No way. I’m not ready for this. I don’t have a dress, I didn’t make plans, and prom starts at 6 PM. Do you even know what time it is?”

Sana rolled her eyes dramatically. “Seriously, Y/N? You know they never start right at 6.”

That made you laugh. “Okay, true.”

“But I still don’t have a dress!” you protested, looking down at your jeans and oversized hoodie. “Even if I did, it's too late to get ready now.”

Sana grinned mischievously and dashed out the door. “Don’t worry! We’re the same size, remember? I’ll grab a dress from my place and be back in no time. Bye!”

Before you could argue, she was gone, leaving you surprised and somewhat amused.

As you leaned back, you reflected on how just hours ago, you wouldn’t have imagined reconnecting with Sana and laughing like old times. Life can be full of surprises.

Moments later, Sana burst through your door, a garment bag draped over her arm, grinning widely. You perked up, but then noticed what she held—a white sparkly long gown.

“Wait a second,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “Where’s the other dress? I thought we were going together!”

Sana winced, her smile faltering. “About that... I actually have plans tonight. With Taehyung.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’re skipping prom for a guy?”

She raised her hands in mock defense, laughing. “I’m sorry! I can’t help it; I’m just a flawed human!”

You couldn’t help but laugh along, shaking your head at her antics. “Fine, but you owe me—big time.”

Sana smirked and shoved the garment bag into your arms. “Deal! Now go take a shower. We have a lot to do to make you look stunning.”

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the bag and headed for the bathroom. “You better not do anything weird while I’m gone.”

“Me? Weird? Never!” Sana feigned innocence.

But as soon as you closed the bathroom door, you could hear her giggling outside.

Curiosity got the better of her. Her eyes landed on a small stack of letters sitting on your desk, and one in particular caught her attention. It had Jungkook’s name written on the envelope.

She hesitated for a moment, then grabbed it. “Curiosity kills the cat, but satisfaction brings it back,” she muttered as she opened the letter.

As she read, a sly smile spread across her face. “Oh, this is perfect.” With a sparkle of mischief in her eyes, she tucked the letter into her bag, already planning how to make her night—and yours—unforgettable.

When you returned from your shower, wrapped in a towel and ready to get started, Sana was all business. “Alright, sit down. Let’s work some magic.”

The next hour was a flurry of hairspray, brushes, and accessories as Sana worked diligently, turning you into someone who looked ready for a fairytale. By the time she was done, you hardly recognized yourself in the mirror.

“Oh my god,” Sana exclaimed, stepping back to admire her work. “You’re gorgeous! I’m so proud to call you my friend.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling your cheeks warm. “Stop it, Sana. You’re just flattering me.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. You look amazing.”

Before you could respond, there was a knock at the door. Your mom peeked in, her eyes going wide in surprise.

“Wow,” she said, placing a hand on her chest. “You’re... stunning, my darling.”

“Thanks, Mom,” you replied, trying to hide your blush.

“I thought you weren’t going,” she added, tilting her head in confusion.

“Change of plans,” you said casually.

Your mom turned to Sana. “What about you? Aren’t you going out?”

Sana grinned, ready with her excuse. “I have something important to do tonight.”

You smirked, catching onto the little fib. “Yeah, important,” you teased quietly, getting a playful shove from Sana in return.

As your mom stepped out, Sana handed you your sandals, the final touch, and gave you an encouraging smile. “Alright, Cinderella, it’s time for the ball. It’s almost 7 PM!”

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Jungkook tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited at a red light. The lights from the cars in front of him blurred as his thoughts drifted back to a note he had received from you the night before. It simply said, “No, studying.” It was straightforward and so very “you.” You were focused on your future and not swayed by a high school dance. That dedication was just one of the many things he admired about you—your ability to stay on track and ignore distractions.

But part of him selfishly wished you would go to the dance. It wasn’t about the glitz and glamour; he just wanted to see you there, enjoying yourself for once. You had worked so hard all year, and no one deserved a moment of fun more than you. And if he was honest, he simply wanted to see you smile.

He laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head at his own thoughts. What was he imagining? He wasn’t your boyfriend or anything like that. He was just your neighbor, your friend—the guy who chatted with you casually and often caught glimpses of you through your room window when your light turned on.

A car behind him honked, snapping him back to reality. The light had changed to green. He pressed the gas and moved forward, only to hear his phone buzz in the passenger seat. He took a quick look at the screen during the next stop—texts from Sana.

Sana: Sorry, I’m gonna ditch you tonight. Sorry not sorry.

Sana: But I’ve got something to give you right now. Please meet me. Thanks.

Jungkook sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment. He wasn’t surprised that Sana had backed out. It was typical of her behavior, probably running off for some adventure with Taehyung. He didn’t really care; he didn’t have high hopes for the night anyway. The excitement of prom had faded the moment you decided not to attend.

Still, the weight of his disappointment settled deeper in his heart. For a brief moment, he had imagined that tonight could be special—his chance to finally tell you how he felt. It was his last year of high school, and if he didn’t speak up now, he might never get the chance.

With a sigh, Jungkook turned his car toward Sana’s house. His thoughts raced, torn between the reality of you not being there and the small, foolish hope that maybe—just maybe—you might change your mind and show up. Although, he thought bitterly, what were the chances you felt the same way about him?

Yet, there was a little voice in the back of his mind encouraging him to take the risk. To go for it, even if it meant putting everything on the line. Because if not tonight, then when would he ever find the courage to say anything?

It all started when you moved into the neighborhood. Jungkook had heard some talk at school about a new student joining their class, but honestly, he didn’t care much about gossip. That changed one afternoon when Jungkook found himself in a bad mood after spilling his favorite treat—banana milk. As he grumbled about how his day couldn’t get any worse, you appeared, handing him a fresh carton with a simple, “Here.”

At that moment, Jungkook thought you might be an angel. He didn’t know you well yet, but your quiet kindness left a mark on him. It wasn’t something big or flashy, just a small gesture of support that meant a lot. From then on, you became friends—not best friends like you were with Sana, but close enough for him to pick up on little things about you, like how much you loved reading, how your face lit up when you talked about your favorite subjects, and how determined you were in everything you did.

You were one of the few who encouraged him to take photos, aside from his dad. When Jungkook got a camera for his birthday, he was excited that you agreed to model for him. Over time, you became one of his favorite people to photograph. There was something special about the way you carried yourself—elegant yet strong—that made every picture meaningful.

As time went on, Jungkook noticed a change in you. He would see you walking home from school, looking down and seeming to shut the world out. It wasn’t until later that he found out the truth: your father had passed away after being ill for a long time. Jungkook wanted to reach out, but you had withdrawn from school and social life. He understood that you needed time alone to grieve. Still, he couldn’t shake the concern he felt. Things had changed between you and Sana too; you weren’t talking as much anymore, and Jungkook wondered what had shifted.

He thought about asking Sana about it, but hesitated. It didn’t feel right since she had her own things going on. For a while, Jungkook even thought Sana was interested in him because she was always around, laughing and chatting. But soon he realized her attention was focused on his best friend, Taehyung. Ever since he introduced them, Sana had been trying to get Taehyung’s attention, and Jungkook ended up as her unintentional sidekick.

That sometimes frustrated him, especially when Sana interrupted moments he wanted to share with you. Like that one day you were sitting together on a bench while he was walking Taehyung’s dog, Yeontan, who had a lot of energy. Suddenly, Yeontan broke free and darted away, and Jungkook had rushed to catch him, unexpectedly running right into you. At that moment, it felt like fate.

When senior year began, you returned as a new person—stronger and more confident, with a spark in your eyes that caught everyone’s attention. As the newly elected student leader, you tackled every challenge with determination. Jungkook watched in awe. How could someone who had faced so much come back even brighter? When he found out you were watching the school’s big football game, he played like it was the most important game of his life. Every move was made with the thought of impressing you. When the team won, he secretly hoped that you had noticed him.

But it wasn’t just your accomplishments that captivated him. It was the way you hummed while studying, the light in your eyes when discussing your future, and your unwavering determination. The more time Jungkook spent with you, the deeper his feelings grew.

It wasn’t just a crush anymore. It felt complicated and overwhelming, and he couldn’t ignore it. But along with those feelings came frustration. Jungkook often felt unworthy of you. You were amazing in every way, while he thought of himself as just Jungkook. Even when he tried to pull away from his feelings, they would rush back, like waves that wouldn’t stop.

Jungkook arrived at Sana’s house, where she greeted him with a big smile. She held up an envelope, waving it around excitedly.

“Here,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Make sure you read this at the prom. Or else.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Or else what?”

Sana leaned in, lowering her voice for dramatic effect. “Or else I’ll share that karaoke video of you singing ‘Baby Shark’ at the top of your lungs last summer.”

Jungkook groaned, grabbing the envelope from her. “Seriously? That was for my little cousin’s party!”

“Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that,” she teased, barely holding back her laughter. “Now go! And don’t mess this up.”

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After your mom insisted on giving you a ride and your friend Sana decided not to come with you for some unclear reason, you figured a late arrival would be alright. As you walked into the venue, the lively music greeted you, and then you spotted Namjoon, who had a huge, welcoming smile on his face.

“Oh, wow, you actually made it!” he exclaimed, practically lifting you off the ground with his excitement.

“Someone talked me into it,” you replied, thinking about Sana’s enthusiastic pep talk earlier.

“Whoever that is, I owe them one! By the way, how did your entrance exam go?”

You smiled. “I passed!”

His face lit up even more. “Oh my god, I knew you would! I’m so proud of you!”

“Should we celebrate?”

And celebrate you did. The night turned into a blur of music, dancing, and laughter. Namjoon had a knack for making everything feel light and fun. For the first time in what felt like ages, you felt like yourself again—free from stress and the heaviness of the past year.

But even while dancing and singing along to the songs, you couldn’t help but wonder about Jungkook. You remembered Sana saying he was supposed to be here—and even more confusing, that he was going to be her partner. The thought of him with her nagged at you, even though she had assured you there was nothing romantic going on.

Why are you even thinking about him? you thought, scolding yourself. Just because Sana said everything is fine doesn’t mean he feels the same way about you. Your thoughts were interrupted when Namjoon handed you a drink and pulled you back into the moment. “Come on, no sad thoughts tonight!” he said, grinning widely.

You laughed and accepted the drink, allowing yourself to be swept up in the music and the joy of the evening. Whatever happened later, you decided, could wait until tomorrow. For now, you were going to dance the night away.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was sitting away from the dance floor with his football teammates, lazily holding a drink. He wasn’t really paying attention to what they were saying until Jimin leaned over with a cheeky grin.

“Hey, I just saw Y/N on the dance floor,” Jimin said casually, almost like he didn’t just drop a huge surprise.

Jungkook sat up straight, surprised. “You’re not kidding, right?”

“Nope,” Jimin replied, dragging out the word for more suspense. “But... she’s with Namjoon.”

The smile that had started to form on Jungkook’s face vanished. Of course you were with Namjoon. He felt a familiar wave of jealousy wash over him, even though he knew it was silly—there was nothing romantic between you two, right? Still, he couldn’t help his mind from racing.

As he glanced down at the dance floor, he spotted you right away. You were laughing, your face bright in the colorful lights as you danced with carefree joy. Despite the sting in his chest, Jungkook couldn’t help but smile. You looked so happy, and that mattered to him.

“She looks amazing,” he thought, feeling a bit of a ache in his heart.

Jimin leaned closer, grinning playfully. “You’re so down bad, man. When are you going to tell her? Keeping it inside for years is painful to watch.”

“Shut up, Jimin,” Jungkook muttered, grabbing the drink from Jimin’s hand and standing up quickly.

As he walked away, something slipped from his pocket and fell to the floor.

“Uh, Jungkook? You dropped something,” Jimin called out, picking it up.

Jungkook turned around, snatching the envelope before Jimin could look closer and shoved it back into his pocket.

He made his way to the restroom, his thoughts racing. After closing the door behind him, he leaned against the sink and pulled out the envelope again.

He had completely forgotten about it in the excitement of the night. Slowly, he opened it, curiosity bubbling inside him. As he read the first few lines, his breath caught in his throat.

You excused yourself, telling Namjoon that you needed a break and wanted to find the comfort room. He nodded and kindly pointed you in the right direction. As you walked away from the crowd, the noise of the venue faded slightly, and you welcomed the moment of solitude.

But before you could push the door open, you stopped in your tracks. Jungkook was standing there, looking like he’d just seen a ghost. His eyes widened as they met yours. You gave him a small wave, unsure of what to make of his expression, but before you could say anything, he grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you outside.

“Jungkook, wait! What’s going on?” you protested, but he didn’t stop until you were far away from the venue, out of sight and earshot of the crowd.

Finally, you tugged your arm free, your breath slightly uneven. “What’s going on? Why did you bring me here?”

He looked at you, his jaw tightening like he was wrestling with something he couldn’t hold back any longer. Then he blurted out, “Do you still like me?”

You froze. “Pardon?”

“Do you have feelings for me?” His voice was more urgent this time, his eyes searching yours.

“What—Jungkook, I’m confused! What’s happening?” you stammered, until your gaze dropped to his hand. He was holding something—a letter. A very familiar letter. Your heart sank. No, this can’t be happening, you thought.

“Where did you get that?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. It was the letter. The one you wrote when you thought you had no chance with him. The one you hesitated to give because it felt too vulnerable, too raw. And now, he was holding it.

Dear Jungkook,

There’s so much I’ve been meaning to say, but I never quite found the right moment—or maybe I just didn’t have the courage. You’ve been such an important part of my life, and honestly, I can’t imagine it without you.

We’ve known each other for so long, and I still remember the little things—like the time when we were kids, and you cried because your favorite drink spilled. I gave you mine, and you smiled like the world was okay again. It might sound silly, but that moment has stayed with me.

As time has passed, I’ve come to realize that my feelings for you have deepened in ways I didn’t expect. Maybe it was during those awkward moments in middle school when you were there to help me out without making things weird. Your kindness in those moments really meant the world to me and made me like you even more.

I want to assure you that I’m not writing this to complicate our friendship because that means the world to me. I just felt it was time to be honest, especially with all the buzz around you and Sana. Regardless of what’s happening between you two, your happiness is what truly matters to me. She’s great, and you deserve nothing but the best.

Most of all, I want to thank you. Thank you for being my friend, for capturing memories through your photos when I didn’t know how to see myself, and for being there when I needed someone, even if I didn’t realize it at the time. Thank you for being a part of my dad’s life as well—I know he would be proud of the person you’re becoming.

I’m sorry for the times when I pushed you away or made it hard to talk. I know you wanted to connect, and I regret not opening up sooner. You know I’ve had my struggles, but I hope we can still be just like before.

No matter what happens, I hope you always choose what makes you happiest. You deserve that, Jungkook. I hope I’ll get to see you thriving, chasing your dreams, and smiling that smile that makes everything feel okay.

See you around.

Love,

Y/N

You should’ve known better. She always had a knack for getting involved in things she shouldn't, and this time was no different.

“Answer me,” Jungkook urged again, his voice softer now but still serious.

You took a deep breath, your heart racing. “Yes, Jungkook. I did have feelings for you,” you confessed, your voice shaking. “And... I still do.”

Before you could say anything else, Jungkook stepped closer, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was gentle yet charged, filled with all the feelings he hadn’t found the words for. It felt like time stopped, the noise of everyone else fading away until there was just the two of you.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he smiled—a real, open smile that lit up his face. “I like you too, Y/N. I’ve liked you for so long. I just… didn’t know how to tell you.”

Your breath caught, not in surprise this time, but in the overwhelming realization that maybe, just maybe, this was the moment you had been waiting for.

He kissed you again, and it felt deeper and more passionate, your mouths moving together as if they’d always belonged that way. Jungkook pulled back slightly, both of you catching your breath while still holding onto each other, his eyes shining with joy. "I can't believe this is actually happening," he murmured.

You raised an eyebrow, still reeling from everything. "Neither can I. You dragged me out here, kissed me, and now what? Do we just head back to prom like nothing happened?"

As you stood there with Jungkook, still processing everything, a voice crackled over the speakers from inside the venue.

“Attention, everyone! The moment you’ve all been waiting for—the announcement of our prom king and queen!”

You turned to Jungkook, your hand still in his. “We should probably head back.”

Jungkook shook his head, grinning. “As if I’d win prom king. And there’s no way you'd win, unless you consideration of just how breathtaking you are tonight."

You tilted your head, smirking. “What if I do win prom queen? Don’t you want to be there for my big moment?”

You both laughed at the thought. But before you could say anything else, the emcee’s voice rang out.

“And this year’s prom king is… Mr. Jeon Jungkook!”

You both froze. You stared at him in disbelief. “No way.”

Jungkook blinked, confused. “Did they—? Are we hearing the same thing?”

The crowd inside erupted with cheers, and before Jungkook could react, the emcee continued, “And this year’s prom queen is none other than Ms. Y/N L/N!”

Your jaw dropped as you looked at Jungkook, astonished. “Okay, now I know this is a joke. Sana definitely set this up.”

Jungkook grabbed your hand and began leading you back toward the venue. “Well, come on, Your Majesty. Let’s go claim our crowns!”

As you entered the hall, all eyes turned to you, clapping and cheering. Jungkook’s friends were the loudest, practically bouncing with excitement.

You and Jungkook were brought up onto the stage, where the emcee placed crowns on your heads. Jungkook leaned down and whispered, “I guess we’re more popular than we thought.”

You snorted, trying not to laugh in front of everyone.

As the first notes of a slow song filled the air, the emcee gestured to the dance floor. “And now, the prom king and queen’s dance!”

Jungkook extended his hand to you, his grin widening. “Shall we, Your Highness?”

You rolled your eyes playfully but took his hand. “Let’s not trip over our crowns, Your Majesty.”

As you both danced under the sparkling lights, the crowd faded into the background, leaving just the two of you. This wasn’t just any dance—it was a moment that felt timeless, a memory forming in your heart.

You hadn’t even wanted to come tonight, yet here you were, wrapped in Jungkook’s warm embrace, feeling as if everything had led to this unexpected moment. Looking into his eyes, you understood—this wasn’t just the end of the night; it was the start of something even greater.

For the first time, it all made sense. Like two pieces of a puzzle that had been searching for each other, you fit together effortlessly, naturally, as if this was where you always belong to each other.

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[rootedinrevisions]

Lost in the Crowd

Summary: Glen surprises his Swiftie girlfriend with VIP tickets to The Eras Tour. The night is supposed to be magical. But due to some missteps with Glen’s security team the night doesn’t quite go as planned.

Warnings: Unwanted Physical Contact (being grabbed without consent)

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This is a mix of a one-shot I started sometime last year, paired with a request from @hunterthecharmer. Hope you guys like it! ♡♡

The city starts to fade as the black SUV pulls onto the final stretch of road leading to SoFi Stadium. Even with the windows up, you can feel the electricity in the air. The distant pulse of music, the collective thrill of thousands of voices buzzing with anticipation, and rows of cars all heading to the same place. Neon lights flash against the night sky, illuminating the massive stadium in shades of pink and purple. 

The moment you spot the giant screens displaying Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour, your breath catches. You turn to Glen, eyes wide with disbelief, but he’s already watching you, a slow, satisfied grin stretching across his face. 

“Surprise, sweetheart.”

Your heart pounds. “Glen—are you serious?”

He chuckles, squeezing your hand. “Figured I’d finally see what all the hype is about. And what better way than to experience it with my favorite Swiftie?”

The reality hits you all at once. You’re here. At The Eras Tour. With Glen, your sweet, kind, loving, caring, amazing boyfriend.  In a matter of minutes, you’ll be inside, singing at the top of your lungs with thousands of others. 

Outside the car fans flood the sidewalks in sequins, fringe, and rhinestones, friendship bracelets stacked up their arms. The sheer joy radiating from the crowd is contagious. People are laughing, posing for pictures, trading bracelets. All completely wrapped up in the magic of the night. The moment the SUV slows near the VIP entrance, screams erupt. Phones flash, cameras lift, and suddenly, the excitement is tinged with a new kind of energy.

Glen is used to this. He shifts effortlessly into his easygoing charm, offering waves and quick smiles through the tinted window. But before he even reaches for the door handle, his security team is already in motion. Four men, dressed in black, move in sync, positioning themselves around the vehicle. The second Glen steps out, the crowd surges closer.

Then he turns back to you. Reaching for your hand, he helps you out of the car, his touch warm and steady. The stadium looms behind him, massive and glowing, but for a second, all you see is him. The way his eyes search yours, making sure you’re just as excited as he hoped you’d be.

He leans in, voice low. “Ready?”

You squeeze his hand back, heart racing. “More than ready.”

As you and Glen make your way into the building, all around you Swifties in dazzling outfits move in excited clusters. Sparkling dresses inspired by every era catch the light—Fearless gold fringe, Red heart-shaped sunglasses, Reputation black sequins, Lover pastel dreamscapes.

Girls pass by wearing cowboy hats and "Not a Lot Going on at the Moment" T-shirts, some wrapped in bedazzled denim jackets with lyrics hand-painted on the back. A group of fans nearby are trading friendship bracelets, their wrists stacked with colorful beads spelling out inside jokes and song titles.

A girl in a sparkly pink corset and white boots gasps when she sees Glen. “Oh my God, it’s Top Gun Ken!” she squeals, immediately grabbing her friend’s arm.

Glen lets out a breathy chuckle, flashing them a quick wink. The moment is pure joy, electric and contagious.

He turns to you, his hand still wrapped around yours, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Worth the surprise?”

Your heart swells. “Are you kidding? This is—”

A sudden shift in movement cuts your sentence short. The security team moves into position. Four guards subtly adjust their positions, closing in around you and Glen as the crowd thickens. They move in sync, fluid and professional, one stepping ahead, another flanking Glen’s right, the last two just a step behind.

You know they’re here for protection. For Glen’s safety. You understand the need for it. But as they shift, you are pulled away from Glen’s side.  

You feel the shift before you fully process it. One second, you’re right at Glen’s side, his hand warm and steady in yours. The next, a strong grip clamps down on your arm. Before you can react, you’re being yanked backward.

A sharp breath catches in your throat as you stumble, your free hand instinctively pushing against the solid chest of the security guard hauling you away. The force of it wrenches your arm, almost painfully, as he moves you further from Glen.

"Hey wait, what the—" You try to pull away, but his grip is unrelenting.

Then, just as suddenly, the guard seems to recognize you. His gaze flickers to your face, registering who you are. His expression doesn’t shift, no recognition beyond simple protocol, but he reaches out anyway and grips your upper arm with firm pressure as he guides you closer to Glen.

Your breath catches as you pull away, brushing it off, but the action doesn’t go unnoticed. Glen catches it. All of it. In an instant, the easy warmth in his expression shifts. 

His jaw tightens and he looks at the security guard. "No need to grab her like that, man."

The guard hesitates, the weight of Glen’s gaze pinning him in place. A beat passes, thick with unspoken tension.

Then a clipped, muttered apology. "I thought she was a fan. I was just-."

“Grabbing her?” Glen’s jaw tightens further. He slides his hand down to rest protectively on your lower back as you lean into his side. “Touch my girlfriend like that again and we’ll have problems.”

“Yes, sir.” The body guard quickly says. 

Glen pauses for a second, his gaze still fixed on the security guard. Finally he takes a breath and continues walking. His arm sliding to fully wrap around you, pulling you against his side so that you can’t get separated or pushed away again.

The bodyguard keeps his eyes forward, saying nothing else. But there’s an unmistakable tension now, a sharp edge between him and Glen that wasn’t there before.

Glen doesn’t say anything else either. He doesn’t have to. But as he leads you forward, his hold on you doesn’t loosen. Not once. Glen keeps you close. His arm, still wrapped around you, slides down until his fingers find yours again. This time, his grip is firmer. Secure.

"You good?" he asks, leaning in so only you can hear. His voice is warm, low enough to cut through the noise.

You nod, squeezing his hand in return. "Perfect."

But then the crowd surges. The packed mass of people pushes forward, shoulder to shoulder, making space impossibly tight. Security tenses, adjusting their positions in sync. They form a tight perimeter - solid, unyielding, hyper-focused.

On Glen. Not You. 

At first, you don’t think much of it. You stick close, trying to keep your footing as the wave of movement shifts.

But then someone bumps into you hard. Your fingers slip from Glen’s. You stumble just a step, and for just a second. But it’s enough. Another push from behind. You lose more ground. 

And then suddenly he’s gone. Glen is gone. The wall of security closes around him, moving forward without you. None of them notice. Your heart slams into your ribs as you lurch forward, trying to squeeze between bodies.

"Glen!" Your voice is swallowed by the sheer deafening roar of the crowd. Music thumps from inside the stadium, laughter and conversation layering over it. 

The movement of the crowd shoves you back again, and again. No one is looking for you. Glen’s security, his highly trained, ever-vigilant security, hasn’t even realized they lost you.

Your breath quickens, a flicker of panic starting to rise. You stand on your toes, straining to see over the crush of bodies, but Glen’s nowhere in sight.

Another shove. A sharp elbow clips your side. You stumble back, blinking rapidly as the flashing arena lights blur in your vision.

Meanwhile Glen glances at his side, and it hits him. You’re not there. He looks down at his hand that you had been holding and it’s empty. Glen stops in his tracks, scanning the faces around him, expecting to see you just a half step behind.

But you’re not there. His brows knit together as he realizes he doesn’t see you anymore. His usually easygoing demeanor evaporates, replaced by a rush of controlled panic. His chest tightens, his heartbeat thudding too loudly in his ears.

“Where is she?” The words are sharp. 

His voice is low and even, but something about his tone makes all four security guards freeze. They turn to look at him, confused.

“Where’s my girlfriend?” Glen says again, voice raising slightly.

One of them glances around and then says, “she was just-” He then stops, realizing he doesn’t actually know where you are.

“You lost her?” His tone doesn’t change, but the air around them does. The guards who are all trained professionals, hired to keep him safe, all begin to realize they’ve messed up badly.

Glen exhales sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening as he doesn’t wait for them to figure it out. You’re lost in an arena filling up with seventy-thousand people. He doesn’t have time to waste.

He’s now moving through the crowd. His movements are fluid but frantic, but he’s not stopping. People shove and push, but nothing can slow him down now. His pulse is racing. This isn’t how this was supposed to go. The security guards struggle to keep up with his hurried pace.

With every step, that familiar flicker of dread takes root in his stomach. He can’t see you. He can’t feel your hand in his. You’re gone.

Meanwhile panic starts to seep into your chest. Where is Glen? He was just right there with you. He couldn’t have gotten very far, you think to yourself as you continue to scan the crowd for him. You try to hold yourself steady, taking deep breaths. This isn’t the end of the world. He’s nearby, he has to be nearby.

But then, it hits you—you don’t have your phone. Your outfit doesn’t have pockets, so Glen had your phone tucked into his jacket pocket, just in case you needed it.

You try to glance around, but the crowd of people are pressing in. There’s too much noise, too much movement. You can’t even tell if he’s near. You wish you could signal him, but you can’t even raise your arms without someone else bumping into you.

The world feels like it’s shrinking around you. You also can’t just meet him in the VIP area because you can’t get into the VIP area without him because he has your tickets too.

It’s then that your breath catches. There’s no way out of this. The sick feeling in your stomach twists tighter. You’re completely on your own in a crowd of thousands, no way to contact him, no way to find him.

Tears well up in your eyes, unbidden, but you blink them away. You can’t break down, not here, not now.

And just as you’re about to lose it, you hear it. “Sweetheart! Hey!” Followed by your name. The sound of your name rings through the chaos. 

You whip your head around, trying to catch a glimpse. And there just a few rows of people away is Glen, his face a mix of relief and worry.

"Glen!" You say in relief

His feet are already moving, quick steps, weaving through the crowd toward you. He reaches you in seconds, grabbing your hand to pull you toward him.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. You’re okay,” he mutters, his voice low, soothing, but with an undertone of tension that you can’t ignore. The words are a relief—a promise that you’re safe again—but the intensity behind them makes your heart race just a little faster.

You can feel his quickened pulse and the tension that’s been building in his body ever since he realized you were gone as you wrap your arms around him. His relief is palpable as he tightens his hold on you, his movements steady but almost protective too.

The noise of the crowd begins to fade as the two of you make your way into the VIP area. It’s quieter here, more secluded, and Glen’s focus never wavers as he keeps you close to his side the whole way. 

But there’s a stillness to him now, as though something inside him is trying to process what just happened. The security team trails behind, but they don’t speak. Or they don’t dare to speak is more likely.

Once the door shuts behind them sealing off the noise of the crowd, Glen finally turns to face his security team. 

His voice is low, calm, but there’s no mistaking the anger simmering beneath. “How did you lose her?”

The lead security guard stammers, his face paling. “It was crowded, sir. We were keeping you secure—”

Glen shakes his head, cutting him off with a look that speaks volumes. “And you didn’t think to watch her, too? She’s with me which means you’re here to keep her safe too.”

Silence. No one answers, and the tension in the room becomes suffocating. It’s not just the quiet. It’s the weight of a mistake that shouldn’t have happened, and the reality of how much you mean to Glen.

Then, the same guard who had overstepped earlier—the one who grabbed you—mutters something under his breath.

Glen doesn’t let it slide. His eyes flick to the man, his posture rigid but controlled. “What was that?”

The guard, not picking up on the severity of the situation, shrugs nonchalantly. “It’s not our job to watch her. Our job is to protect you. That’s what you pay us for, right? She can handle herself.”

A cold silence follows. The air thickens. The weight of the words hangs between them, and even the other three guards shift uncomfortably as they sense the shift in the room.

Glen doesn’t move or react immediately, but something in his eyes darkens, a flicker of anger that’s carefully contained. He steps forward just enough to close the distance. It’s not a step that threatens violence, but one that exudes dominance.

“Let me get this straight,” Glen’s voice is deceptively calm and measured, but beneath it there’s a razor-sharp edge. “First you grab my girlfriend and try to jerk her around. Then you let her get separated from me in a crowd of thousands. You didn’t notice. You didn’t look for her. And now, instead of owning that mistake, you’re telling me it’s not your job?”

The guard opens his mouth to say something, but Glen doesn’t let him finish.

“You’re done.”

The words are cold, and they settle like ice in the air. The guard blinks, eyes widening. “Excuse me?”

Glen’s gaze never wavers. His voice never rises. It’s smooth, calm, like a glacier moving at its own pace, unstoppable. 

“You’re fired.”

The rest of the security team exchanges nervous glances, but no one dares speak up. The tension in the room is almost suffocating, and even the man who’s been dismissed doesn’t argue. He looks to his colleagues for support, but no one moves to help him. There’s nothing left for him here. He sighs and turns to leave.

Glen stands still, his focus now on the man in front of him, the lead security guard. Glen’s  eyes narrow, and the silence between them stretches on, like a silent promise that this mistake will never happen again. And it’s clear to the other three men that it will be unacceptable if something like this happens again.

Finally Glen turns back to you, his expression softening as his gaze meets yours. His jaw loosens slightly, and the hard lines in his face relax just enough for you to see the concern beneath.

He steps closer, cupping your face gently in his hands. His touch is tender, a contrast to the cold tension that still hangs in the air. 

“You okay?” His voice is quieter now, softer, but the intensity is still there.

You nod, and for a moment it feels like he’s not convinced. His brow furrows as he examines you.

“That should’ve never happened.” His tone is firmer now, more resolute, the promise in his voice unmistakable. “And it won’t happen again.”

His words are a reassurance. And you know deep down he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure nothing like this ever comes close to happening again.

The air in the VIP area is quieter and cooler. The crowd’s energy still pulses through the arena, but here  it feels like the world is just a little smaller. It’s easy to forget the chaos that just unfolded, especially with Glen standing there

He lets out a breath  like he’s finally exhaling the stress that had been building up in his chest over the past half hour. His eyes soften as he looks at you.

“I didn’t mean to overreact,” he says, his voice now warm, an undertone of apology in the way his lips pull. “But I can’t just let something like that go.”

You smile up at him, a small, knowing grin. “I know,” you reply softly, your fingers brushing across his hand in a gesture of reassurance.

As the lights dim and the crowd’s roar grows to a crescendo, the energy of the arena shifts. The first chords of Taylor Swift’s opening song crackle over the speakers, and you can feel the rush of excitement flood back. The tension fades into the background, leaving only the vibrant, pulsating rhythm of the concert ahead.

Glen leans in, his voice low in your ear as the music begins, “You ready for this?”

You laugh, unable to suppress the excitement bubbling inside of you. “I was born ready.”

He grins, his eyes lighting up with shared excitement. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you from behind as he holds you against his chest, his chin resting lightly on your shoulder. The warmth of his body is a comforting contrast to the cool air around you.

For a moment, there’s nothing else but the two of you, surrounded by thousands of fans, but lost in your own little world. The excitement of the concert and the electric atmosphere sinks in deeper now, but it’s the quiet intimacy between you and Glen that makes this moment special.

You turn your head slightly to glance up at him, feeling his presence more than seeing it. He’s so calm, so steady, even now. He’s like an anchor that keeps you grounded no matter how chaotic everything else gets. His hand finds its way to your stomach, fingers splayed wide, holding you gently but firmly in place.

The music swells, and you can’t help but give in to the rhythm, moving with the crowd. But you stay connected to him, his grip on you never loosening.

As Taylor’s voice echoes through the stadium, the lyrics of the song perfectly mirror the way you’re feeling in this moment—alive, unburdened, and completely immersed in the experience.

Glen’s hand shifts, resting at your hips now, guiding you as you sway to the music. His touch is gentle as the crowd around you erupts in a chorus of voices singing along.

Every now and then his face dips closer to yours, lips brushing your ear as he sings softly along with the song, a private moment amid the sea of fans. His breath warm against your skin, creates an intimacy that only the two of you share.

With each song that passes you can feel the weight of the earlier tension lifting, swept away by the music, the crowd, and the ease between the two of you. The feeling of being protected and cherished is still fresh in your mind, but the electric pulse of the concert washes it away, leaving nothing but fun, laughter, and the joy of the shared experience.

You glance up at Glen, meeting his gaze, and for the first time all night, you feel an overwhelming sense of peace. No words are needed between you now. Just the rhythm of the music, the feel of his hand on you, and the shared joy of the experience.

[itiswormtimebaby]

Just the tip

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Bug (+ Brother’s best friend Bucky, plus sized fem reader) CW: Smut, just the tip but not for lack of trying on Bug’s part, no condom (be smarter than them), pussy job, dirty talk, pet names, light choking, spitting, light spanking, not proofread AN: Gaps in the timeline of Bucky and Bug’s relationship will eventually be filled in, but posts on The Worm Hole are in chronological order. This comes sometime after Fifth Date and Bucky “loving” your thighs. 

Calloused fingers skim up the curve of your belly, pausing to roughly paw and squeeze at your heaving breasts, pushing them together as Bucky salivates over them. His spit is warm and sticky, gathering on your peaked nipples; a translucent trail connects them, illustrating the path that his mouth continues to travel. Back and forth, over and over. If he could he’d have both in his mouth at once, as it were he settles for suckling at one while the other is rewarded with pinches and twists. A nip of his teeth has your lower half jutting off the bed, bumping your bare cunt into the thin material of his tight boxer briefs, your slick mixing with his precum to further dampen the dark material.

His name is but a desperate plea on your lips as you begin slowly grinding against him, movement measured as if frightened you’ll move too quick and scare him away. As close as you’ve gotten Bucky still hasn’t fucked you the way you want, hasn’t carved out and claimed that spot deep inside that’s been saved just for him, for the kiss of his cock. Maybe, you think, maybe it could be today. 

Your thighs quiver from their spread wide position, feet hooked just under his ass, and it’s this leverage you use to pull him further onto you, not stopping until his body weight has dropped completely between your legs and his cock is resting between the lips of your pussy. He’s panting your name hotly into your neck, groaning when you reach between your bodies to start tugging on the last article of clothing separating you, your hips continuously rocking into his as you do. And, despite huffing out something that sounds suspiciously like “Patience, Bug,” he helps get them off. 

You waste no time in fisting the angry red tip of his exposed cock, spreading pearly droplets of precum down as much of the shaft as you can reach. Fuck he’s thick. He begins humping your fist, driving himself in and out before he answers your plea for more, grabbing the offending hand and pinning it to the bed as he begins to slide himself between the lips of your cunt. It’s a familiar position, one you’ve both come to crave since that first night he fucked your thighs, came messy between your drenched lips. But it’s not enough. Sweaty strands of hair fall over Bucky’s forehead, dog tags dangling from his neck and into your face as he picks up speed. Back and forth they sway with the rhythm of his cock, them or it hypnotizing you, distracting you, driving you closer towards- “Bucky, more, I need more!” 

The pupils of his eyes are blown wide, the grin on his lips salacious, “Y-yeah?” He rasps out, “My greedy girl needs more?” His hand finds your neck, four fingers on one side, thumb on the other, squeezing lightly. “That enough?” You manage to shake your head, panting, pleading, “N-no. Cock, I need your cock, please, m‘so empty- so-” 

He let’s out a low, growly fuck as he releases your neck, dropping the hand between your bodies instead, impaling you swifty on three fingers. The burn is delicious, as is the steady bump of the spongy head of him against your clit but it’s not what you want, what you need. “Th-there you go, Doll,” he conjoles, “so fucking tight.” 

Despite the heady rush of pleasure taking over your senses you  manage again to shake your head, protest. “Cock, ple-e-ease!” Bucky’s eyes pinch shut as if in pain, forehead dropping to your shoulder; “Bug, Baby” he says, barely above a whisper “You can’t do this to me.” 

He can feel you pulsating around his fingers, drenching his hand in slick, he’s never felt you this hot or wet. Without conscious effort he begins to slowly scissor his fingers, preparing you for a larger intrusion, his actions spurred on by your writhing and moaning. It’s a particularly loud call of his name that snaps some sense back into his desire-addled brain, meeting your lips in a filthy open-mouthed kiss, licking into you before pulling back with a soft “Bug.”

Through the fog of your own lust you know what that means, he’s not going to do it, not going to fuck you, why won’t he just fuck you? You’re not too dignified to beg, voicing your protests with whimpers and moans, appealing to him with the sweet sound of his own name falling off your lips followed by please. Finally, when nothing else seems to be working you twist your fingers around his still dangling dog tags, tugging until he’s forced to meet your gaze; “Ju-ust the tip. Please, Bucky, please just give me that.” 

He blanches, knows it's not a good idea, but you’re so fucking wet, and hot, and he can feel you pulsing around his fingers. His will caves under his affection for you, using his slick covered fingers to pinch your chin between them, tilting your head further back so he can suck a deep bruise into your neck before- “Just the tip? Fuck, baby, okay. Just the tip.” 

He maneuvers you onto all fours, kneeling between your open legs, grasping and spreading your ass cheeks to get a better look at your weeping hole. He resists the urge to lean down and suck the slick directly from you, but just barely, as he warns “Just the tip.” You jerk your head in the semblance of a nod, every nerve feeling like a live wire as you practically vibrate in anticipation. His vibranium hand stays on your ass, keeping you spread as he spits onto your opening, right hand guiding the blunt tip of his cock to where you’re desperate to welcome him in. Your eyes roll back into your head when he finally presses in, ring of muscles stretched wide and burning at the intrusion. 

It takes everything in him to not finish pressing in, to just take told of your hips and yank you back onto his aching cock, to impale you and fuck you until you can’t walk for a week. But he manages. Barely. Instead he drops his left hand to your clit, rubbing tight circles, appreciating the way you squeeze down on the tip of him. 

Despite your promise  you can’t help but sink your hips back, a desperate bid to take him further in, but Bucky is quicker than you, jerking away from you and wrenching the tip of his cock free from your fluttering opening. The slap of his palm against your ass is harsh, three quick reprimanding blows before he’s using that same hand to push you flat to the bed, trapping your hands underneath you, belly down. “Bad girl, you take what I give.”

You wiggle your hips pathetically, trying to entice him back in with a shake of your ass; “Buck, please- I’ll be good, I’ll-” He can tell how fucked out you are by the lilt of your voice, but then again he isn’t much better off. He keeps your hips pressed into the mattress with a heavy hand on your lower back, pressing just the tip back in, working it in and out in slow, steady thrusts.

He stops only when you’ve clenched down on him so tight it’s hard to move, pausing with just the tip of his cock in you; he allows you just enough space to work one hand down between your legs; “Rub your clit, baby, make yourself cum. Cum on my cock.” 

You can’t help but whine, you’re not cumming on his cock, not really, not in the way you want, but you can’t deny that it feels good, so fucking good. You allow your fingers to dance across the spot where you’re joined, where he has you stretched open, before zeroing in your clit. The orgasm breaks your body into pieces, pleasure fueled oblivion consuming you. Bucky is close behind, dropping the full weight of his body onto your back, laying over you, pinning you down. “Where-” he manages to grunt out “Where do you want it?” 

“Inside, Bucky, please!” 

He whimpers out something that sounds like a mix between your name, jesus christ, and fucking hell, before he let’s go. He may not be all the way in, but that doesn’t stop him from painting your insides white with his cum.

[swifty-fox]

https://www.tumblr.com/swifty-fox/774590142268702720/reading-about-the-gay-little-frog-man-yesterday?source=share

"...And talks him up a bit".

Are you telling me Marge took one look at John and knew this was the man who was going to lay Gale out like a cheap rug?

No but actual question - how does Marge feel when/if she gets the sense something could actually happen beyond hate-flirting? I lover her and Gale's relationship. It's very interwined.

I feel like it's a lot of 'i swear he's a good guy he's just a little prickly please don't pull out of this contract just bc my blonde-haired-blue-eyed-vanna-white-looking attack dog is scared that u make him horny'

on a more serious note, I think Marge is both incredibly protective of Gale and also a little... lost with what to do with him. She's become a huge crutch for him and she loves him dearly but she's beginning to realize that the way they are functioning is not sustainable for either of them to continue into adulthood. She loves him to bits, and relies on him as you can clearly see. But it's a little co-dependent.

Without going into too many spoilers. She has spent twenty years seeing Gale be very, very, very alone. Both by choice and by circumstances of what happened to him. Marge really only has an in because she was already in the picture. And Crank has an in because he's an extension or Marge and has the lovely New England Attitude of 'why the fuck would I pry?' She knows him as a funny, affectionate, kind, stubborn, and incredibly capable individual. And she wants to nurture that while also wanting to see him happy. So I don't think she took one look at John and was like oh let me set him up with my bestie. And I don't think she's noticed anything quite yet (She's a public defender in a major metropolitan area. she is ah, busy) I think once she does it's going to be a mix of caution and hope.

[joeyalohadream]

Find the word

How it works: I search for the words prev assigned me in my latest WIP and then choose four words for you to search for in your WIP.

Thank you @rambleonwaywardson (truly so excited to see new words from you! 💕)

My words: earth, sky, slow, luck

All from Chapter Four of Let your heart be light

Earth

It’s John’s turn to laugh at the message and he does so, trying to picture a grouchy Gale, maybe with a pout on his pillowy lips. It’d be a sight and it’s added to the list of things to look forward to. [11:04pm] John: Well, we can’t have that. [11:04pm] John: Are you in bed? [11:05pm] Buck🎄: I am. He hasn’t seen the upstairs of Gale’s little cottage yet and wonders what his bedroom is like. Filled with wooden furniture and creature comforts? Earth toned walls and soft bedding? A book on the night stand and a blanket on the foot of the bed? Is Bailey curled up on him? Have the dogs moved from their beds to his? He knows that he’ll learn all of these things with time and it sends his heart thudding along to put himself there, even just in his mind. [11:05pm] John: Snug as a bug? [11:06pm] Buck🎄: Yes, John. [11:06pm] John: Sleep tight, baby. Only good dreams allowed Dots appear and disappear for a full minute and John lets his thumb smooth over Gale’s name again.

Sky and Slow

The air is crisp and cold but the biting chill that had been in the wind since the snow blew in two days ago is not present this morning. The sun is out, shining in a cloudless sky and Gale’s having a good day. He’s sold eight trees, had two cups of coffee, one that he’d mixed with the peppermint hot chocolate Brady had greeted him with. He’d woken up to a text that John had sent just after midnight telling him he was home safe and sent a good morning message in return. Gotten back a simple ‘good morning, sunshine’ text back two hours later that had him smiling into the collar of his coat as he salted the sidewalks. And now John’s on his way again. For the fourth day in a row, John’s on his way to see him. To spend time with him and buy him a hot chocolate and maybe put one of those strong arms around him as they walk the farm and look for a tree for him to take to work. He wonders if John will notice if Gale goes intentionally slow on their search to stretch out the time. Will he kiss him hello when he gets out of his truck? Is that a thing Gale gets to have now? He hopes so.

Luck [10:59pm] Buck🎄: Think I might like dancing if it’s with you John pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes crinkling, stomach fluttering again. [11:00pm] John: I’ll start brainstorming for a good song. Gotta find the perfect one to hold you close to. [11:01pm] Buck🎄: Just google, ‘longest song in the world’. He barks out a laugh, head shaking, feeling warm inside and out because of this sweet man. He’s never been a lucky guy so how did he find him? How can he make sure he gets to keep him? [11:01pm] John: You gotta stop being so damn adorable when I’m not there to see it in person. It’s not fair [11:02pm] Buck🎄: As you wish. I’m falling asleep anyway, better let it happen. John frowns down at the message. [11:02pm] John: 😞

NO PRESSURE tagging @swifty-fox , @heretoobsessstuff , @stars-remain2 and @pinenutpbj

Your words are: heat, step, heavy, light

[nicohischierz]

call it what you want: tyler duke

tagging: @ivy-34, @francesfarhadi, @hzstry8, @cixrosie, @itsnotgray, @estapa94, @trevs-swiftie, @heartz4hisch

two months.

that's how long you and tyler duke have kept up your fake relationship.

two months and you've got squat for your side of the deal.

"tyler this isn't really fair. you've got your biology grade up and i am no closer to talking to will," you pointed out.

tyler didn't really say anything. he just stared at you and shrugged before trying to take a bite of his ice cream.

you slapped his hand away and made him look at you. "the others would want to know how our ice cream date went," you reminded him.

"fuck, why did i say we were dating again?" he mumbled.

"i wish i knew," you replied.

“so why are we at this ice cream shop?” tyler asked.

"they have my favourite ice cream" you answered, giving him a shrug.

tyler stared at you before eating his ice cream.

he wanted to say something to you but one of the waitresses came by with a banana spilt.

"the guys over there wanted me to give this to you," she gestured to the counter where luke and dylan were standing.

you groaned and hit your head against the table as tyler rolled his eyes at the older boys.

"what are you doing here?" tyler asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

"ice cream," his brother replied, lifting the cone he bought.

luke happily took a seat next to you whilst dylan sat next to tyler. the former took a spoon from the bowl and ate a good chunk of the banana split he bought.

"i also know what day it is and knew you'd want someone other than mini duke to keep you company," he added.

tyler looked between you and luke in confusion. he then looked to his brother with raised eyebrows. "it’s my birthday," you told him sheepishly

"what? y/n/n i’m such a horrible boyfriend!” he exclaimed. truth be told tyler knew your birthday was this month, he just couldn’t remember the exact date.

in his head, he had planned a dinner with you and an amazing night to celebrate your birthday.

you smiled at tyler and held his hand. “it’s okay ty. i didn’t want anyone to make a big deal out of it,” you told him.

luke then proceeded to hand you a small teal bag. you looked at the bag sceptically before peeking inside.

"luke warren hughes, how did you afford this?" you asked.

inside the bag was a teal box which contained a dainty bracelet, the tiffany blue heart dangling on the end.

a small piece of paper caught your eye next "oo, there's a little card!" you squealed.

luke was quick to slam his hand over the paper. "this is personal. it's between me, you, jack and quinn," he emphasised.

your heart melted.

the hughes brothers always wished you for your birthday as soon as the clock struck twelve. it had been a tradition since you could remember

it was definitely more of an effort than your own siblings had made.

tyler could sense that your emotions were running haywire so he intertwined your fingers with his. you looked up sat him and smiled before leaning on his shoulder.

"i really just came to give you this present and wish you happy birthday munchkin," luke wished you once more before leaving the shop.

you and tyler stayed seated at the shop for another twenty minutes before he drove you home.

the next day, after your study session with tyler, the boy had given you twenty minutes to get changed before calling you back to his car.

"are you going to tell me where we're going?" you asked. tyler had told you to get dressed in your best dress and refused to elaborate any further.

the two of you arrived at a fancy restaurant and tyler acted as the best gentlemen he could. "I hope you know I didn't forget your birthday y/n/n. i just got the dates mixed up," he explained.

you smiled and kissed his cheek. "it doesn't matter ty,"

but the duke boy shook his head. “you’re my girlfriend y/n/n and i want to spoil you,”

you never got to ask what he meant until he pulled out a little gift bag, the same colour as the one luke got you.

“i know you like that one taylor swift song where she talks about wearing a guys initials on her neck so i umm thought you would like this,” he mumbled.

“but if you don’t like it then that’s fine cause i can get you something else!”

you leaned over and kissed tyler on the lips.

“i love it ty,”

[jessicaloons]

Chapter 23.2:

Freedom felt like summer then, on the coast…

Masterlist - Part 1 - Next

TW: spicy; implied smut; 16+

"Sardinia?" I asked and Charles nodded "I love it!" I climbed in his lap and hugged him.

"Yeah? Good choice?" Charles asked and I nodded.

"Best choice!" I kissed his cheek and he smiled "Beautiful beaches, good food!"

"Yeah, that’s what I thought as well. 4 days just you and me. La Dolce Vita." his eyes lit up "Now come on! Let’s go!" we got up and left the jet, walking to a grey SUV that was already waiting for us, getting in.

"We start off with another surprise." Charles was all giddy and his excitement was contagious "Close your eyes! Open them when I say so, okay? No peaking!" he helped me out of the car and then stood behind me, covering my eyes. We walked a few steps before we stopped.

"Look!" Charles took off his hands from my face and I opened my eyes. A beautiful 1962 LaFerrari in bright red stood in front of us. My favourite Ferrari as Charles knew.

"Woooow! Now that’s a beauty of a car." I said and walked around it "They didn’t have a F40 for you?"

"Unfortunately not. But this one’s beautiful too, look at the seats! And it’s a cabriolet, perfect for today!" Charles smiled at me and I looked up from where I was bending over, beaming at him.

"Yeah? Well you didn’t tell me what we’re doing today?"

"We’re having a little road trip today, from Cagliari down the coast to a little special place… you’ll see! Come on!" Charles opened the door for me and I hopped in.

"You’re the driver, that means that I’m the DJ and responsible for the music…" I smiled but when I saw that the car had the original radio set up, I was a little disappointed.

"Open the glove compartment…" Charles looked at me and I opened it. A new radio inside "The old one only works to turn the volume up and down and switch to the next or previous song…"

"So we can listen to my special road trip mix?" I asked excitedly and he nodded.

"But it’s not a Taylor Swift play list? Like just Taylor Swift and nothing else… right?" he looked at me and I didn’t answer at first "Lizzie…"

"Would you just give her a chance!" I pouted and Charles sighed.

"Stop pouting!" he groaned.

"Please, Charlie bear… there are some amazing songs for a trip like this…"

"Fine. Whatever. But cara mia?" he carefully grabbed my neck, his hand flexing around my throat gently pulling me close to him, our lips almost touching "Stop pouting!" with his warm breath on my lips and his hand around my neck I swallowed hard and nodded "Good." he pressed his lips on mine for a quick kiss and let go of me, starting the engine. I leaned back in my seat, catching my breath, while I could see the devilish grin on Charles face.

"Cat got your tongue?" he chuckled, his hand resting on my thigh.

"No." I mumbled and pulled my phone out and connected it with the radio "Alright. Ready to become a Swiftie?"

The only answer I got was Charles squeezing my thigh as we drove along the beautiful coastline. I sang most of the songs. While Charles was looking at me every now and then, a content smile on his face. We stopped after an hour in a little village right at the water and Charles looked at me, waiting for me to finish the song. As the last tunes of August played he took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles gently.

"You’re right… she’s growing on me… but maybe it’s just because I love to see you sing along? Your voice is beautiful, cara mia!" Charles smiled and I felt myself blush "Now come on. I have a nice little something prepared for us!" he got out of the car and walked around it, opening the door for me, holding out his hand helping me out. We walked inside a little restaurant with only a handful of tables, all empty.

"Umm- Charlie? I think they’re closed?" I said as I looked around but Charles only chuckled, leading me behind the counter to a door "Seriously? We can’t just barge in here!"

"Just wait, cara mia!" he said and opened the door, walking through.

"Ciao Charles!" an elderly man said and grabbed Charles by his shoulders, kissing both his cheeks "And this beautiful lady must be Lizzie!" he looked at me, his face lit up in excitement as Charles nodded "Ciao Lizzie! I’m Gio! Welcome to my kitchen!" he gently kissed my cheeks and I smiled at him.

"Ciao Gio! Thank you for having us?" I said a little hesitant and Gio grasped his heart.

"And she speaks Italian! Oh Charles! She’s the one!" he slapped Charles arm and he laughed.

"I teach her now for some years. I love it, when she’s speaking it." he looked at me and I just knew that I blushed again.

"Now come on come on! We have a lot to do!" Gio clapped his hands and took mine, leading us outside to a beautiful terrace underneath a big olive tree, a huge wooden table in the middle, full with cooking ingredients "Today we’re making different pasta with pesto, ragout and different sauces! Don’t worry, Lizzie, I know that Charles is not quite the cook yet! But as I heard, you are?"

"Umm- I mean I love cooking? Am I good? It’s okay I…" I began but Charles interrupted me.

"Her food is amazing! We’re here mostly because of me!" he said and I smiled at him "I want to cook dinner for my beautiful girlfriend in the future!" I looked at him with big eyes but he only shook his head "Don’t worry! Gio won’t tell anyone!"

"Oh no! Never! I could never stand in the way of love! Ask my wife!" Gio said and I smiled at the way he said wife, with so much love and adoration.

"She’s a lovely lady!" Charles said and I heard a woman behind me laughing.

"Oh Charles! You are too charming!" an elderly woman walked around me and hugged Charles, kissing his cheeks.

"Valentina, this is Lizzie." Charles introduced me and Valentina looked me up from head to toe.

"She is beautiful. She has kind eyes, a bright soul. I know now why you spoke of her for years so dearly! She’s everything that other girl wasn’t." she said to Charles and smiled at me.

"And she speaks Italian." Gio said and Valentina looked at me with big eyes.

"Even better! What are you waiting for! Marry her!" she said and kissed my cheeks "Ciao Lizzie! I’m so happy to finally meet you, after Charles talked about you for years and years!"

"He did?" I asked a little embarrassed and the older woman nodded.

"All the time. When he brought that other girl along? I told him that she’s not the girl he always talked about. She’s not the girl he loves. And I was right!" she said and I smiled at her, feeling myself blushing even more.

Although I had to admit that, despite Charles’ idea of us having a cooking lesson together was romantic and beautiful, the thought that he brought Camille here before left a bittersweet taste on my tongue.

"Cara mia?" Charles gently took my hand in his, cupping my cheek with the other "Camille was never here. Gio works for Ferrari, he’s one of the cooks from catering. He’s Alessio’s father, that’s why Valentina is in the hospitality every now and then, there she met Camille. She didn’t like her one bit and I guess I should’ve listen to her straight away…" I looked up at him and he smiled.

"I’m sorry I didn’t want to be jealous or whatever…" I whispered but he shook his head, kissing me gently. Gio whistled and we pulled away, having forgotten where we were for a moment.

"Mamma mia! We should start the cooking lesson, before you two start eating each other!" he laughed and my cheeks burned with how hard I kept blushing. Charles chuckled and grabbed one of the aprons, handing it to me, before putting one on himself, he helped me tying mine and I did the same with his.

"Ready? Then we start with a hearty ragout! It will take the longest… and I know that you don’t eat meat Lizzie, so we’ll also make something just with vegetables…" Gio explained us the next steps and we all started working on our assigned tasks, after the ragout it was time for the pasta dough. While we were kneading it Valentina opened up a bottle of wine, pouring us some glasses.

"You always have to make sure that the wine you cook with, tastes good! If you wouldn’t drink it, don’t cook with it!" she explained and we tried the wine. I tried my best to keep a straight face but Charles only chuckled.

"She’s not really a wine drinker… she uses plenty of it while cooking, but drinking it? Only a few rare ones…" he said and Gio laughed.

"It’s okay! You’re young! Maybe when you’re a bit older you start to love it!" he said and I nodded.

"I wouldn’t mind!"

We spent the next hours with making different shapes of pasta, some fillings for ravioli, more sauces and even some salads. The smell was mouthwatering and whenever we tried something I almost fainted at how good it all tasted.

I browned some butter with sage leaves and tossed some ravioli in it as Gio and Valentina watched my every doing.

"Bellissima Lizzie! Well done!" Valentina said as I plated the ravioli "Now crumble the sage leaves, put some bread crumbs into the pan and lightly toast it and then mix it together with the sage leaves and a little bit of parmigiano and sprinkle it over the ravioli." I did exactly what she told me and the smell of it all together made my stomach growl.

"This looks all so good!" I said as Charles snapped some pictures and videos.

"Now come one come on! Let’s eat! We’ve earned it!" Gio said and we sat together, Charles loaded my plate full of pasta and salad, also some focaccia.

"Cheers! To a wonderful day!" Valentina said and we toasted our glasses, then we indulged in the food and I felt like I was in heaven. It tasted all so good, I couldn’t even say what my favourite was. We talked about the food, the island life, then a little bit about F1, Ferrari, Italy, and lastly we ended up listening to the beautiful love story of Valentina and Gio, both looking at each other with nothing but love in their eyes, while sharing their life’s with us.

"My mother always said, that I will know that I’ve found the one when even sitting together in silence fills my heart with joy… and today I know that she was right… although this old, stubborn donkey is never quiet!" Valentina said and Gio grabbed her hand squeezing it "Staying together through all this years, through all hardships, that is love."

"L'amore è un viaggio non una destinazione." Gio said and I smiled at Charles, who held my hand the entire time in his, softly tracing patterns on the back of it.

"Love is a journey not a destination." I repeated quietly and he kissed my knuckles.

"And what a beautiful journey it is, with you by my side, cara mia." he whispered.

After we said our goodbyes to Valentina and Gio, a basket full of leftovers between my legs, and the promise to come back before our departure, we left the picturesque village, continuing on Charles planned route for the day.

"One more stop before our final destination!" he smiled at me as the soft ocean breeze ran through our hair. I only nodded and took in the beauty that was Sardinia, while another Taylor Swift song played faintly in the background.

As the sun slowly began to set at the horizon, Charles parked the car at a little secluded beach, grabbing a blanket from behind the seats.

"Watching the sunset at the beach? How very romantic!" I said and Charles intertwined our hands. Leading us down to the water where he spread the blanket out on the sand before sitting down, holding out his hand for me to take and sitting down between his legs. We watched as the sun slowly began to disappear, the soft waves of the ocean and the songs of the seagulls above the only sound.

"Magnetic force… why do I feel like I’ve heard that before?" Charles asked after a while and I looked up at him "The last song with the guy? She sang ‘I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover’? I’ve heard that before?"

"Yeah… I mean, it’s one of my favourite songs? I’ve sang it quite often I guess?" I thought and he shook his head "No? Then I don’t know?"

"Hmm… I’ll figure it out!" he kissed the top of my head and I snuggled into him, the beautiful sunset at the horizon bathed the sky above us in soft red, pink, orange and purple hues. As the last lights of the day slowly faded away around us and I was dozing off a little, Charles gently stroked my cheek.

"Cara mia? Let’s go…" he whispered in my ear and I nodded, slowly getting up with Charles holding me, to not tumble over. He pulled me close to his side, leading me back to the car.

"We’re almost there. Only a short drive." he started the engine and drove off. After not even 15 minutes we drove through a big iron gate, covered in ivy. A long driveway up a hill with a beautiful stone cottage at the end.

"It’s beautiful!" I said and Charles opened my door for me.

"Wait until you’ve seen the inside. Our luggage is already here." he grabbed the basket full of food and we walked inside.

I was speechless. Light and natural colours, elegant and yet simple furniture, modern and clean touches here and there. But the highlight was the wall made entirely out of glass, opening up to a beautiful terrace with a view over the ocean.

"Wow. Charles this is wonderful!" I turned around, facing him.

"And it’s all ours for the next 4 days." he smiled at me and I kissed him. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. The kiss full of tenderness and passion, as we lost ourselves in the moment. We had to pull away to catch our breaths and Charles gently pushed his forehead against mine.

"Why don’t you get outside, sit down and I mix us something to drink?" he whispered and I nodded "Yeah? Sounds good? Then I’ll see you in a bit." one last featherlight kiss on the tip of my nose and Charles pulled away. I walked outside and looked around. A large pool with hot tub waiting for us. Together with a beautiful fire pit. I sat down on one of the loungers and watched the waves rolling into the bay in front of me, the water reflecting the starlight from above.

I sat down on a lounger and looked up, the sky full of stars. Each one sparkling brighter than the other.

Charles walked out, set our drinks on the table and sat down behind me on the lounger, pulling me into him.

"… after a tough week you pulled through with such a magnetic force, there was no doubt that this wasn't the outcome…" he said quietly "Your post. After I won in Baku… after dad… that were your words. Magnetic force…"

"Yeah, because you were just that… you were confident and strong and it was like you were magnetic, attracting all the powers to bundle together and force your way from the back of the grid right on top…" I said and he hummed.

"How often did you use lyrics for posts? Do I need to check every single thing you posted to look for subtle clues?" he asked and I chuckled.

"I mean… I do use her songs quite often as captions… but not this time… that post was in 2017… the song was released in 2019… but damn what a good song it is…"

"A very good one indeed… it’s almost like fate… you used that phrase and later that exact phrase will be in a song about lovers… and it’s one of your favourite songs too…" Charles began to hum the melody of Lover and I smiled. Maybe I turned him into a Swiftie.

The next 2 days went by in a blur, each morning spent in bed, breakfast in the sun, a little morning swim in the pool, sun bathing. It was a freeing feeling to hug Charles whenever I wanted to, or give him a little peck when walking by. He loved to pull me into him, hugging me tight to his chest, littering my neck with tiny kisses. Or he just squeezed my waist when walking by, or cupping my cheeks. But most importantly we could kiss and cuddle without being scared anyone could see. We spent hours on the sun bed or in the hot tub, body’s entangled, making out like horny teenagers. On our last night, after a romantic dinner, Charles prepared a hot bath in the luxurious and gigantic bathtub for me. He helped me in and kissed my head.

"You’re not joining me?" I asked him and he shook his head and I sighed a little disappointed.

"I have to prepare something for you…" he smiled and left.

I leaned back and relaxed, soaking away. The gentle sloshing of the water lulling me in. A gentle touch to my cheek and I opened my eyes, Charles kneeling next to the bathtub.

"Oh, hi…" I yawned a little and he laughed.

"Did you fall asleep? Yeah? That’s dangerous, cara mia…" he got up and grabbed a big, fluff towel, helping me up, before wrapping me up.

"It was just so cozy and comfy…" I mumbled as he lifted me up and pit of the tub, to stand in front of him.

"Understandable…" he gently rubbed my skin dry with the towel, his eyes never leaving mine "I prepared a little something on the terrace. Do your little night time routine and then join me outside?" he kissed my cheek an I nodded "Perfect." As soon as Charles was gone I sat down in front of the mirror. What could he have prepared on the terrace? I quickly brushed my hair, massaged my favourite body butter into my skin and lastly applied my face cream. Back in the bedroom I rummaged through my suitcase and put on a little surprise for Charles. I threw a morning robe over, let my hair down and left.

The house was dark. All lights switched off. A faint glow was coming from the terrace and as I turned around the corner my heart skipped a beat. The whole terrace was scattered with candles, Charles standing at the door, illuminated by the soft glow of the candles. His smile was breathtaking, eyes sparkling, dimples on full display. As soon as I stood in front of him he pulled me into his arms, our body’s pressed to each other, he inhaled my scent before pressing his soft lips on mine, capturing them in a sweet kiss. He then kissed along my jawline, all the way up to my ear.

"Come with me…" he whispered and grasped my hand, pulling me with him to the edge of the terrace, overlooking the sea was the huge sun bed plastered in cushions and blankets, surrounded by more candles.

"This is beautiful, Charles." I said almost breathlessly.

"You are beautiful, mon amour." he stood behind me, pressing his front into my back.

I turned around gently stroking his cheeks and carding my hand through his hair, before they settled around his neck. Our eyes interlocked before I sealed our mouths shut in a searing hot kiss, our tongues dancing with each other. As we both had to pull away to take a breath my cheeks were flushed and my heart was racing. I pulled my hands away and pushed myself off of him, my hands fiddling with the knot of the morning robe. I let the soft fabric slide down my shoulders, pooling around my ankles and Charles gasped as he saw the red lace lingerie set, apparently his favourite outfit on me.

"Oh mon amour…" he whispered and took a step closer, eying me up from head to toe. He reached out his hands and his fingers touched very delicately over the edge of the bra straps, near my collarbone but instead of pushing them down and off my shoulders, he ran his finger slowly along the upper edge of my bra, the rise and fall of my chest becoming faster and faster. He smirked a little, my reaction amusing him as he traced the outline of the bra all the way around, his eyes following his fingers. I watched his face, he was fully focused on his hands movements’. His soft touch felt intimate and as he outlined my breast once fully he looked up at me, his eyes full of lust and hunger. He devoured my lips in a passionate kiss before he gently pushed me down on the sun bed, his lips trailing down my throat, kissing along my collarbone, down the valley of my breasts and back up again, by the time when his face hovered above mine again, the heat pooling in between my legs was almost unbearable and I began to squirm. Charles grinned and gently stroked along my thigh, all the way up to my middle, before he stroked back down to my knee.

"Don’t tease…" I whined and he chuckled, his fingers running up again, softly brushing over my covered heat.

"Always so impatient, pretty girl. You know I like to take my time…" he kissed my nose, his fingers pushing my panties to the side and his eyes widened "That all for me?" he whispered and I nodded, a loud moan emanating from my mouth.

"Charles, please…" I whimpered, his lazy strokes keeping me on edge.

"If you ask this sweetly." he kissed my lips softly before sitting back on his haunches, his hands on my waist, pulling down my soaked panties. He looked at me for a moment, as if he was committing the sight before him to his memory "You are so beautiful, my sweet girl." but he didn’t look me in the face, his eyes were plastered to my throbbing core and I blushed, he looked up "You both are." and he launched forward, burying his head between my legs, my head falling back in pleasure as I sighed blissfully, my eyes glued to the stars above us, as I reached my high, screaming out Charles name into the night.

"Thank you, Charles." I took his hand in mine and rubbed circles on the back of it "For this trip… I mean the whole past three weeks… it was… perfect. Yeah. Perfect."

"I’m happy when you are." he pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it.

"More than happy. But that could also be because my stomach is full with pasta from Gio and Valentina! I will have to put in some extra work out the next days." I giggled a little and Charles laughed.

"Oh come on! We worked out a lot over the past weeks!" he wiggled his eyebrows and I gently nudged his shoulder.

"We did." I looked out of the window as we took off and sighed a little "I’m gonna miss this. Us. Apart from Ibiza we could almost be a normal couple, doing normal things."

"Yeah maybe, but who wants to be just normal? Kinda boring." he laughed and I turned around, looking at him. His suntanned skin, hair a shade lighter, carefree smile on his face.

"You’re right. Normal is for boring people!" I leaned over and kissed him.

"Exactly."

Coming back to Neuburg, working in the simulator and having meeting after meeting was a harsh reality check. It was tiring and I caught myself more than once drifting away to the memories of the last three weeks, but especially the days alone with Charles. All cozy in our own world. Away from the prying eyes of the public. Away from all the negativity. Away from reality.

"See you tomorrow in Spa then? Lizzie? Hello?" Pete waved his hand in front of my face and I looked at him.

"What?"

"Summer break is over, little one." he laughed and I sighed.

"Yeah unfortunately."

"Oh come on! Aren’t you happy to see us again?" Pete asked and I chuckled "So? See you tomorrow in Spa?"

"Yep, I’ll be there!" I hugged him goodbye and got in my car, sending Charles a quick text that I would drive now back home now. Then I drove off and luckily there was almost no traffic and I made it in little under 2 hours. Shooting a text to Charles that I arrived and a quick scolding that I was way too fast and probably broke a ton of laws, which I didn’t do, I opened the door and walked in.

"Lizzie?" Mum asked from the kitchen and I walked inside "Are you hungry? There is some leftover veggie lasagna in the fridge?"

"Maybe later, I just want to unpack my suitcase first and then pack it again and have a shower." I yawned a little.

"Was it a good idea to come here? You should’ve stayed in Neuburg and then leave tomorrow directly for Spa." she sighed.

"No it’s fine. I need new clothes. I’m okay, just a little tired." I left the kitchen to walk upstairs when Mum followed me.

"There are some letters for you." she nodded her head to the sideboard and I smiled at her, grabbing my suitcase and the letters.

Back in my room I looked them through. A big, brown letter, with the sender Silverstone Circuit caught my eye and I opened it confused, a single sheet of paper was inside, I checked the envelope for more and a business card fell out in my lap. I grabbed it and was confused. A lab in Madrid? I looked at the letter and my stomach dropped. I stared at the 11 words and made it just in time to lean over my rubbish bin, emptying the contents of my stomach in it. I leaned back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Tick Tock. Your time is ticking. I’m running out of patience.

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Chapter 23.2 - SUMMER BREAK Part 2 ♥️ 🥰 Ohhhhh the fluff and looove… and then well 👀

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[liebgirl]

re: divine vision of an edit. i might. be making moves. and by this i mean i’m thinking about the concept of making moves. which is of course the first move. i think i’m going to attempt a new approach where before getting scenes i want to take the song and map out where i want the cuts to be and then plan each clip and then from there get the scenes. idk could be a terrible way to go about this but it’s worth a shot. because of course making edits is the most difficult thing in the whole entire universe because getting the scenes is SUCH. a tedious and boring and yet entirely necessary task and i hate it so so so much it’s the worst thing ever i hate doing it. you know the reason i made a million edits of the babysitter killer queen back when i did that? because i just already had the scenes and it was therefore the easiest thing in the world. i could probably bang out a whole new one right this second if the mood struck me because i know i won’t have to cross the impossible first hurdle of getting the scenes…. alas the mood is not going to strike me again i fear. i kinda stopped giving a shit about that movie due to a) there’s never gonna be another sequel like i wanted so what’s the point. because b) jenna ortega got too popular to the point she lowkey became unappealing to me. not in a hater way i don’t have a problem with her i just don’t like popular things. and no i don’t understand either how i’m a swiftie under those circumstances. you’ve all seen in real time with sabrina how i can go from Huge Fan to Hater Bitch about anything once it crosses a threshold of popularity… i’m literally so averse to popular things and it’s terrible because i always want stuff i do like to be more popular. this is my curse. actually you know what was perfect in terms of toeing that line? bbc merlin… that show cannot be considered truly popular anymore but it was never lacking in people who liked it either, just such an excellent mix there. AND because it was also SO BAD i was allowed to be a hater bitch about anything i wanted… when a show hates women that much you’re automatically allowed to bitch about literally anything to do with it that you could possibly think of btw. that’s like the rules of feminism. i can’t hate on shit i like anymore it sucks. because i decided to only like stuff that was good ugh lowkey that sucks… sure lost has her moments but lost was HARDLY even in the top ten most misogynistic and bad tv shows of it’s time i mean it was literally airing at the same time as friday night lights. so. yeah. speaking of tv shows that don’t have this insane vitriolic hate for women you know the craziest thing about band of brothers is that it pulls off the feminist move of the century by completely successfully executing the concept of not treating women horrifically by simply just. not having women… that show has one woman. and she died in a bombing of a hospital. and then her kindness talent and love lived on through the narrative because the hope and light she imparted was not wasted… but i can’t talk about it i never finished processing episode 6 properly. but yeah like there’s women. and sometimes even terrible things happen to women. because it’s world war 2 famous for being one of the all time bummers. but you have to acknowledge there’s a huge difference between bad things happening to women in the narrative, and the narrative itself treating women badly. it literally never really felt like the latter the entire show btw which was CRAZY to me i lowkey felt like i was waiting for the other shoe to drop the whole time. it’s worst offense was probably when luz kinda badgers this random woman trying to flirt with her and then i’m pretty sure she slapped him in the face and the other guys made fun of him. weak as hell compared to the shit bbc merlin could pull in just one episode’s b plot to be honest. the j’s hated women soooo bad huh. that shit was crazy. and remember ariadne? god let’s not even think about that. my point is. obviously it’s not perfect but but imperfect wins every time over actively malicious.

and if i may bring us back to the original point. i think i’m gonna make some crazy moves tonight. and by making moves i mean. planning moves. cool

[sweetbuckybarnes]

The Era Tour: 06. Act IV: reputation

Pairings: Colin Bridgerton + Penelope Featherington, Anthony + Kate Bridgerton

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Colin watched as Penelope's favourite artist disappeared from the stage. He didn't know what 'era' was coming next - just watched Penelope from the row above. He watched as she swapped places with Gregory - meaning she was standing next to two fellow Swifties. He was pretty sure that is what Penelope calls herself.

The sound of heels on the floor as well as the hissing of a snake nearly made the entire stadium erupt in screams.

Gregory must have said something to Pen because she leaned over. "Watch the entire stadium go absolutely feral!"

And feral did they go!

Colin could only watch in shock over Penelope as she pulled out body rolls and some kind of sideways hip thrust (somewhat similar to the moves Taylor Swift is producing).

"Knew he was a killer the first time that I saw him, wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted. But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom, holdin' him for ransom," the opening lyrics weren't as eye-opening as the pre-chorus and chorus were for dear Colin.

"I-I-I see how this is gon' go. Touch me and you'll never be alone, I-Island breeze and lights down low, no one has to know. In the middle of the night, in my dreams. You should see the things we do, baby (mmm). In the middle of the night, in my dreams, I know I'm gonna be with you. So I'll take my time, are you ready for it?"

It made Colin look at Penelope with a mix of awe, shock and even wonder. He shouldn't be pinning after his little sister's best friend like he is. But sometimes the heart wants what it wants.

Colin had heard rumours of chants at the concert. Turns out, this was one of them.

"This ain't for the best. My reputation's never been worse, so. You must like me for me. We can't make any promises, now can we, babe? But you can make me a drink!"

Which was quickly followed by "1, 2, 3! Let's go, bitch!"

The second chorus made Colin wonder who Penelope had been seeing, may possibly be seeing. She hasn't said anything to him, the often shared stories. If Penelope hadn't told me, Eloise would have (he remembered when Eloise had bragged about Penelope's date to their secondary school prom).

"Third floor on the West Side, me and you. Handsome, you're a mansion with a view. Do the girls back home touch you like I do?" Was sung, which made Penelope look over at the two other Swifties, and shook her head - then giggled when she realised that Taylor Swift was doing the exact same thing. "Long night with your hands up in my hair," Penelope ran her fingers through her hair. "Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs. Stay here, honey, I don't want to share. 'Cause I like you."

It was going to bug Colin, who the hell Penelope was seeing. Whoever it was, didn't deserve her. What if you're good enough for Penelope? A voice said in the back of Colin's brain.

Did he? Could he dem himself 'good enough' for Penelope?

The next song to play was Don't Blame Me, which as Colin listened to it - sounded very gospel-like. Colin watched as Penelope sang along at the top of her lungs, so much so because he was so close, he could only just hear her over the sound of the speakers.

"I've been breakin' hearts a long time, and, toyin' with them older guys. Just playthings for me to use. Something happened for the first time, in the darkest little paradise, shakin', pacin', I just need you," Colin couldn't believe the dance moves Penelope was pulling out, he looked over at Kate (who wasn't paying attention to Penelope), then he looked over at Eloise and his mother (neither were paying attention to Penelope either). "For you, I would cross the line. I would waste my time, I would lose my mind. They say she's gone too far this time."

Then the song hit its pinnacle. Heavily leaning into the gospel sound. "Oh, Lord, save me, my drug is my baby. I'll be using for the rest of my life," Taylor Swift's backup singers sang, as she looked down the stage and into the camera.

"Using for the rest of my life, oh!" She hit a very high note, then sang the higher notes as both the backing track and her backup singers sang the main track.

"Don't blame me. Don't blame me. Don't blame me for what you made me do," the third sentence made the fans in the stadium freak out. "Don't blame me. Don't blame me. Don't blame me for what. You. Made. Me. Do!"

The gospel sound of Don't Blame Me changed into the dark fantasy sound of Look What You Made Me Do.

"I don't like your little games, don't like your tilted stage. The role you made me play of the fool, no, I don't like you," Colin had watched as Penelope and the two Swifties exchanged bracelets much like she did with the little girl in front of her. "I don't like your perfect crime, how you laugh when you lie. You said the gun was mine, isn't cool, no, I don't like you. Oh!"

"But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time. Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time. I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined. I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!"

She walked down the stage very quickly, during the bridge. "I'm sorry. But the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead!" She jumped and landed on her shins then her knees

"Look what you made me do. Look what you just made me do. Look what you just made me do."

As soon as she disappeared into the stage, the reputation era was over.

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

~Some good ol’ headcanons for my boy Texas~

⚠️mentions of SH, drinking, child abuse, death⚠️

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-daddy issues daddy issues daddy issues-

-Tex is half-Mexican (his father) and half-Puerto Rican (his mother)

-he speaks Spanish, French, and German and has no problem switching between each one

-since he speaks French, and has his own Cajuns, he is literally the only one that is able to understand what Louisiana is talking about

-definitely a secret Swiftie and hell will freeze over before he tells anybody that

-you cannot tell me that this man isn’t an ambivert. Like- he loves people and he’s great with people, but he also enjoys his alone time and can get New York-level awkward in social situations

-he has a drinking problem and used to have a smoking problem, but stopped.

-he is definitely either Loui’s big brother figure or his mother figure (I say mother because he is also the mom friend and makes mother-like fusses and sh*t)

-if you put ANY animal in front of him, he will freak out a little bit and pet it whilst commenting on how cute and precious the animal is. Whenever he and Alaska hang out, he will be petting his dogs every single chance he gets

-in terms of a fight or flight response, he has a fight response. Well- more like you could spook him, and he will swing at you with whatever he has in his hands (or just with his bare hands) and you are going to get hit if you don’t dodge quick enough.

One time Nevada decided to be mischievous and scare the crap out of Texas by grabbing him from behind while he was cutting veggies with a very big kitchen knife and nearly got put on a T-shirt. R.I.P Nevada’s soul that nearly left his body that day.

-Texas sees both Georgia and Kentucky as father figures since his own father sucked (they aren’t dating, but they are the fathers of the south)

(HERE’S SOME ANGSTY SH*T FOR Y’ALL-)

-Texas’s father (Mexico) was an absolute piece of sh*t and abused him both physically and mentally. He also killed Tex’s mother when he was like- 8 years old.

-he hurts himself, but has been trying to stop since Geo, Florida and Loui found out

-during that one winter where Texas and Louisiana both froze over, Texas refused to ask for any help, and kept insisting that he was fine and didn’t need help. He kept saying that he wasn’t in any type of pain, when it was quite obvious that he was in a lot of pain. Tex was friggin’ cold to the touch and sometimes, he would see a small patch of frost or ice on his arm or something, which he would go to the bathroom and pull off. That led to him having MULTIPLE cuts/scratches all over his arms and torso by the time winter was over and it was starting to get warm again.

-sometimes Gov has to go to international meetings and bring a state with him, so when it was Texas’s turn, he would hide behind Gov like a shy child whenever they were somewhere where Mexico was. He doesn’t care what toxic masculinity says, if he is in a room with that b*stard, he will be hiding behind the nearest person he knows as if he was a scared kitten.

-he has frequent panic attacks, but not a lot of the others know that, because they usually happen when he’s alone, but there have been times that they happened while the others were around.

-he uses drinking as a coping mechanism for his PTSD, and it kinda concerns the others that care deeply about him whether they would like to admit it or not.

(Aight angst is over)

-So he and Cali have swapped clothes before or have at least mixed their clothes up before, and despite them both being the same height (6’4), surprisingly Cali’s clothes were kinda big on him. The reason for that is because I imagine Cali to be a lil’ more on the muscular/buff side, and whilst Texas is also fairly muscular, he’s a bit more on the leaner/lankier side.

-he 100% owns a "Keep Austin Weird" shirt

-he still has his mother’s dress, and just wears it sometimes when he is alone. And he absolutely SLAYS in that dress, part of the reason being the fact that he looks almost EXACTLY like his mother

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NOW TAKE SOME INCORRECT QUOTES AND SH*T THAT I CAME UP WITH-

(Also, this first one is just platonic Kentucky/Georgia, they ain’t dating or anything, though people often think that they are since they tend to act like an old healthily married couple)

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(Texting Georgia)

Tex: uhhh… hey Geo?

Georgia: Yea?

Tex: Now don’t be mad….-

Geo: What did you do?

Tex: ME? I didn’t do anything-

Geo: Really?

Tex: Really!!

Geo: *sigh* What happened?

Tex: How on God’s green earth do ya sigh through text-

Geo: Answer the d*mn question.

Tex: Ok ok geez- So long story short, me and Ken went to a bar-

Geo: What did Ken do?

Tex: Will ya let me fini-feghkrsghurkdyvrsk-

Geo: Tex?!

Tex: Sorry nearly got hit by a chair 🥲

Geo: I’M SORRY WHAT?!

Tex: Yea so long story short Ken may or may not have gotten into a bar fight…?

Geo: EXCUSE ME?!

Tex: Yeah…. Hehe….LIUDLSEJGFKIDGXE,FIDXM-

Geo: ??

Tex: F*CK THERE’S COPS-

Geo: It is too early for this….. Are ya hurt??

Tex: Yea but nothin’ too bad. Just a busted lip that’s been bleedin’ for the past 5 minutes is all.

Geo: *sigh* Welp. Y’all better get your *$$es home right now and come to my room.

Tex: Yes sir.

~~~When they got home~~~

Geo: WHAT WERE YOU THINKIN’?! Ya started a bar fight?!

Ken: Now now- the idiot shouldn’t have started runnin’ his big mouth.

Geo: *hands Tex a piece of gauze for his lip* Here Tex, hold it down on yer lip til’ it stops bleedin’. Now KENTUCKY- that was no reason to punch the guy (the guy that Ken was fighting, not Tex)-

*Ken and Geo arguing*

Tex: *just sitting there with a piece of gauze in his mouth and flask of whiskey watching Ken get lectured like a child that stole a cookie from the cookie jar*

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Cali, being nosy: Where are you going? 


Tex: Hell, eventually.

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Some jack-wagon at the bar: Hey, are you free? 


Tex: No, I’m expensive.

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Someone: So what are your political beliefs? 


Tex, awkwardly: Well, I think Pikachu would be a lot more powerful if he had a gun-

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Tex: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it. 


Tex: Everything will be fine. You have no choice. 


Geo: What the he// kinda pep talk is that? 


Tex: Ominous positivity.

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Loui: Am I in trouble? 


Tex, after finding out that Loui has not been sleeping enough lately: Take a guess. 


Loui: No? 


Tex: *sigh* Take another guess.

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Loui, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, Traumatized Mother-figure. 


Tex, not looking up from his coffee: Good morning, problem child.

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Tex, coughing slightly: Calm down, I’m probably not sick. It might just be allergies. 


Mass: Yea I’ve heard that one before…. Okay, tell me this: are you like, really tired? 


Tex: I have depression, what do you think?

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Fearless (Darkness Finds You Universe Drabble #1)

(Song: "Fearless (Taylor's Version)" by Taylor Swift. Which, I find ironic because I read that Chris is a full fledge Swiftie and went to five shows.... Jesus. 💀

Pairing: Chris Motionless x Lycia Winters "Pronunication of her name-- Lai-shuh" (played by Ana De Armas)

Word Count: 1,200-1,300ish (this is just a chunk of the whole piece, lol)

Synopsis: In this sneak peek, Lycia attends her first Inkcarceration Festival with Chris and Motionless In White, also leading up to Lycia taking his hat that he wore onstage. We got fluff af in this piece! Also, when I have 'lilithczar' like Lycia's posts on IG-- that's my character, Lyra, not Juliet Simms. Just a heads up! Enjoy! X Tiger. Co-written with @blackrose-92)

Inkcarceration Festival: Mansfield Reformatory, Mansfield, Ohio. July 15th, 2023. 

Today, we’re in Mansfield, Ohio because Chris and the boys in Motionless are playing at Inkcarceration Festival, the festival is at the Mansfield Reformatory, an old haunted prison. 

When we arrive, rain is pouring down around the entire festival– I change into my “A-Batty-Nation” black bodysuit and “Blood Serpent” leggings from Black Milk Clothing, a pair of black faux leather platform boots from Lamoda, a faux leather jacket, my “Live Your Life” black and gold earrings from Fashion Nova to match my gold wolf necklace and coffin ring. I pull my hair into a ponytail and wear light makeup as I do at festivals. 

I watch Chris and the boys as they hit the stage, opening their set with Sign of Life. I take photos with my camera, some of which I capture Chris meeting my eyes and blowing me kisses which makes me laugh. 

After their set, I’m suddenly pulled aside into the pouring rain by Chris, which takes me by surprise as he kisses me deeply, making me melt into him. I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening our kiss and letting the rain wash over us. 

When we break apart, I start giggling as he rests his forehead against mine. The rain continues to pour, but neither of us seem to care as we stay in that moment, our eyes locked on each other. With another kiss as passionate as before, Chris pulls away and looks down at me, his face full of tenderness and adoration. He brushes his thumb across my cheek softly. 

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he says, the warmth of his words washing over me. I smile and nod in agreement before reaching up and cupping his face in my hands. 

“Me too. There’s not a single place I’d rather be than right here, with you.” I reply before leaning up for another kiss. This time it was gentle, a simple expression of our love for each other amidst the chaos and noise of the festival around us. 

When we break apart again, I couldn’t help but giggle as Chris rests our foreheads together. I close my eyes and breathe him in, the smell of the rain mixed with his sweat from being on stage moments ago. His embrace is enough to block out the noise around us, allowing us to just be together in that moment. 

I suddenly smirk mischievously as I look at him, I reach for the hat that he’d worn on stage and take it off him, revealing the shaved sides of his new haircut. 

“Lycia!” Chris exclaims as I start laughing. “Very funny, honey. Give me my hat, please.” 

I smirk at him and shake my head at him, Chris raises a brow at me as he reaches for his hat again, I move it out of his grip. 

“Babe, come on,” Chris starts to whine and I giggle. 

“No,” I reply, my smirk still in place as I look at him. I take a few steps back as I hold the hat out of his reach and teasingly spin it on my black acrylic finger. Chris raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. 

“Oh, really?” Chris says as he’s starting to get amused by my antics. I nod in response, and continue to play with his hat, making sure I stay out of his reach. 

“Lycia,” His voice takes on a warning tone as he takes a step forward toward me. I laugh, seeing the look on his face and take a few more steps back, taunting him playfully with his hat in my black and white nailed fingers. I turn my back to him and start walking slowly, making sure that he can still see me. 

Chris’s smirk widens as I look over my shoulder at him as he watches me go and without warning, he reaches out and pulls me into his arms from behind. I gasp in surprise before quickly turning around to face him. 

Chris grins at me before pulling me close for another kiss underneath the rain. When we break apart I smile gently up at him before leaning forward to kiss him on his tattooed jawline. 

“You know I love you,” Chris whispers as he gazes into my yellow-green hazel eyes with a loving expression on his face. 

“I love you too,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the sound of the rain that was now pouring around us. Chris smiles in response, reaching up to and brushing a wet strand of my caramel brown hair from my face. 

He then grasps the hat between us before pulling it back onto his head, effectively shielding him from the rain. He looks up into my eyes and grins widely before leaning down for one more kiss. 

This time, the kiss is gentle and slow, filled with emotion as our hearts connect through the simple action of our lips touching. When we finally break apart again, I look up into Chris’s brown eyes lovingly before I rest my forehead against his chest softly. 

“Mm, what am I going to do with you?” Chris’s voice is full of warmth and affection as he rests both of my hands against his heart. I smile into his chest as I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing myself even closer to him. 

“Never stop loving me, Christopher Cerulli,” I whisper. “That’s all I ask.” 

Chris laughs softly as he kisses my forehead lightly. 

“That’s a promise I can keep,” He murmurs before pulling away to look at me. His thumb comes up to caress my cheek tenderly as he looks into my eyes searchingly. 

“I don’t think I could ever stop loving you,” He whispers, his voice barely audible above the pattering of the rain, a small smile playing on his lips as he gazes down at me. 

My cheeks flush pink as I lean into his touch and return his smile with one of my own before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss against his lips, he responds by wrapping his arms around me tightly and deepening the kiss, pouring all of his love into it as he does so. 

Chris reaches up and pushes another errant strand of my caramel brown hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear before cupping my face in his hand once again. 

“You know,” I whisper. “Whenever I’m feeling down or lost, all I have to do is look into your brown eyes and I know that everything is going to be okay. That we’re going to be okay.” 

Chris smiles at me softly and leans in for another gentle kiss, this time more passionate than before. His hand moves to caress the top of my hair gently, as he pulls back slightly and looks into my eyes. 

“I feel the same way,” He murmurs as he rests his forehead against mine, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath trying to memorize the moment. He then looks back up into my bright yellow-green hazel eyes with a soft expression on his face. 

“You're my light in the darkness,” He whispers tenderly as he tenderly presses a kiss against my forehead. I smile widely as I wrap my arms around him tightly, relishing how safe and secure he makes me feel when I’m close to him. 

“And you’re mine,” I murmur softly before looking up at him with admiration in my gaze.

Chris nodded in agreement, leaning forward so our foreheads were pressed together, our lips just inches away from each other. His thumb caressed my face gently as he closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of my hair-- the familiarity and letting it wash over him in a wave of peace.

"I love you, my Lycia," He whispers against my lips before pressing them together for another lingering kiss. When we broke apart again, I grin up at him widely before snuggling closer to him with a happy sigh, not caring in the world if we were getting soaked to the bone from the rain.

"I love you too, Chris," I murmured back happily before tilting my head up for one more kiss that was full of passion and longing.

When we pulled apart, both of us breathing heavily, I rest my head on Chris's chest contentedly as I listen to the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my ear.

Looking up at him fondly as I smile softly before moving my lips until they were barely an inch away from his.

"I don't want this moment to ever end." I whisper against his lips before pressing mine against his in a kiss that left no doubt about the feelings that I feel for him.

We remain like that for what felt like an eternity, our hearts and our hands find each other again and our fingers intertwine tightly as we stand there enjoying each other's presence until a loud crack of thunder echoed through the sky, breaking us out of our trance and making us jump slightly in surprise.

Chris smiles at me reassuringly before holding out his hand once more for me to take as we headed off to the bus to get out of our soaked clothes, I post one of the photos I took of Chris onstage earlier during their set on my Instagram.

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lycia.rosee: Went to my first inkcarcerationfestival, it was pouring down rain but so magical because I got to spend it with my boy and his band. Here's a photo of my babe killing it on stage today. So much fun. 🖤 chrismotionless

jensenackles: I definitely need to come out and see Motionless perform! They look like such a badass band onstage. 🔥

jaredpadalecki: Completely agree, brother. jensenackles 😊

chrismotionless: Crowd blew our minds today. But most of all, I think I'm starting to realize that I love spending rainy days with you. 🖤

lycia.rosee: Aw, baby. 🥺 I love spending them with you too. chrismotionless 🖤

chrismotionless: That can easily be arranged. Just hit us up, we've got you both. jensenackles jaredpadalecki

thejennwithin: Did Chris kiss you in the rain? Please tell me he did because that would be the cutest thing! ❤️

lycia.rosee: Maybe... 😏❤️ thejennwithin

thejennwithin: SO CUTE! 🥺 lycia.rosee

[harrysfolklore]

the eras tour - cl16

summary: charles takes his girlfriend —a huge swiftie— to the eras tour. wc: 1.5k

i wrote this in like 20 minutes i’m sorry if it sucks 😭

MASTERLIST | PATREON

Charles' Saturday nights didn't usually revolve around glitter, friendship bracelets, cowboy hats and the face of certain blonde singer his girlfriend was obsessed with.

But this time there he was, walking towards the VIP tent of The Eras Tour Milan, a hand protectively guiding you through the huge crowd, stopping to trade bracelets with whoever approached you on your way.

You couldn't be happier. Ever since The Eras Tour started a year ago, you practically begged Charles to take you, but with his busy schedule it was just impossible.

When Charles surprised you by telling you that you were going to the Eras Tour Milan, he earned the unofficial but well-deserved "Boyfriend of the Year" award. And when he told you that you would be at the VIP tent with Pierre and Kika who were also attending you felt like you were on cloud nine.

As you both settled into the VIP tent, you couldn't help but grin at Charles, who was looking around with a mix of curiosity and amusement. He didn't have the chance to attend concerts often due to his schedule, so seeing him in that setting was something you loved.

"I still can't believe you pulled this off," you said, squeezing his hand.

Charles chuckled, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "I told you I'd make it happen, didn't I? Besides, seeing you this happy makes it all worth it."

"You really are the best boyfriend ever," you pecked his lips quickly, making him laugh, "Everyone else can go home."

Charles smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad you think so. Though I have to admit, I'm a bit out of my element here."

"Don't worry, you'll fit right in once the music starts," you chuckled, squeezing his hand, "Plus, you're already doing great with the bracelet trading."

Charles smiled, looking down at his arm that was filled with colorful bracelets, "This is so much fun," he said, "I might just get used to this."

"I knew you would," you giggled, pecking his lips again.

Just then, his phone buzzed with a text. "It's Pierre. He says they're already at the stadium but got lost on the way to the VIP tent." Charles shook his head with a chuckle. "Typical Pierre."

"Where are they?" you asked, looking out in the crowd to spot them.

Charles joined you in searching the crowd, eventually spotting them far away, looking a bit lost. You waved frantically, trying to get their attention.

"Pierre! Kika! Over here!" Charles shouted, waving his arms.

Finally, Pierre spotted you and nudged Kika. They both waved back, relief evident on their faces. They started making their way through the crowd toward the VIP Tent.

"We got so lost!" Kika exclaimed, laughing. "This place is huge!"

"I swear, we must have walked around the entire stadium," Pierre shook his head chuckling and clapping Charles on the back, "Look at us, mate. I never thought I'd see the day we willingly attended a Taylor Swift concert."

"The things we do for love, right?" Charles shrugged, "But I'm man enough o admit that I'm a swiftie myself."

"I have to say, this place is amazing, I'm excited to see the show," Pierre admitted, looking out at the stage.

Kika and you exchanged amused glances. "Looks like we've converted them," Kika teased, nudging Pierre playfully.

The four of you settled into the VIP tent, Charles making sure you were comfortable and had the best view of the stage, he wanted to make sure you had the best night possible.

Soon enough, a group of young fans approached, their eyes widening with recognition as they spotted Charles and Pierre.

"Oh my gosh, it's Charles Leclerc and Pierre Gasly!" one of the girls squealed, her friends giggling excitedly behind her.

Charles and Pierre smiled warmly, greeting the young fans. The girls held out their arms, adorned with colorful friendship bracelets.

"Would you like to trade bracelets with us?" another girl asked shyly.

"Of course!" Charles said, holding out his arm and letting the girls choose which bracelet they wanted, "Why don't you trade with my girlfriend too? She's the real Swiftie here, and I'm sure she'd love to trade with you."

Your heart melted at his thoughtfulness. The girls turned to you, beaming, and you happily exchanged bracelets with them, chatting about your favorite Taylor Swift songs.

The concert was about to begin and excitement was evident in your face. Charles couldn't help but smile at the sight, travelling to Milan during his week off was definitely worth it if he got to see you like this.

"Excited, chérie?" Charles asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and pecking your temple softly.

"I'm about to experience the concert of a lifetime," you replied, your eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Thank you so much for making this happen, Charlie. I can't believe we're really here."

Charles smiled warmly, his hand gently resting on your shoulders as he stood behind you, "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else tonight."

"It's starting!" Kika screamed as the countdown on the screen began and screams and roars filled the place.

When the lights dimmed and the first notes of Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince filled the stadium, the crowd erupted in cheers. You felt a rush of excitement, squeezing Charles' hand as the show began.

During Cruel Summer, you noticed Charles attempting to sing along, stumbling over some of the lyrics. You couldn't help but laugh, finding his effort adorable.

"What? I've been practicing!" Charles defended himself with a grin.

"It's the thought that counts, mate," Pierre teased, patting him on the back.

"You're doing great, bébé," you assured him, leaning closer to speak over the music.

Charles held you close during Lover, his arms wrapped around you protectively. His voice was soft in your ear as he whispered, "Oh, I know this one. You always say this reminds you of us."

"It does. It's like Taylor wrote it just for us," you replied, leaning into his embrace. Charles pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his touch tender.

As Love Story began, Kika grabbed your hand. "This was my first Taylor song! We have to dance together!"

You both twirled around, laughing and singing at the top of your lungs. Charles and Pierre watched, amused by your enthusiasm.

"I think we've created monsters," Pierre joked to Charles.

Charles shook his head, smiling. "Nah, look how happy they are. It's perfect."

As Taylor sang All Too Well during the Red Era, you couldn't help but shed a few tears of happiness and excitement, Charles gently brushed them from your cheek.

"You okay, love?" he whispered, concern in his eyes.

"I'm perfect," you replied, smiling up at him. "This is everything I've ever dreamed of."

"You're such a softie," he leaned in, kissing you softly. "But I'm glad, anything to make you happy."

Once the Reputation era started, you and Kika went wild again, dancing and screaming together to Ready for It?

During Delicate, Charles leaned down to whisper in your ear again, "Isn't this the song you used to play on repeat when we first started dating?"

"Yes, and you always teased me about it," you grinned up at him, nodding.

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I remember. But now I understand why it meant so much to you."

During a slower song, Cardigan, you leaned back against Charles, his arms wrapped around you. You noticed Pierre and Kika in a similar embrace nearby.

"This is magical," you murmured to Charles.

He kissed your temple softly. "It really is. I'm glad we're all here together."

As the night progressed, you all sang yourselves hoarse, danced until your feet ached, and created memories that would last a lifetime.

By the time Shake It Off came on, even Charles and Pierre couldn't resist joining with their very own dance moves, the fans around you pulling out their phones to film them.

"You guys are killing it!" Kika cheered, clapping along with the beat.

Charles grinned, twirling you around playfully before pulling you back into his arms. "I told you I'd get into the spirit of things!"

"You're a natural, Charlie," you teased, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

After the concert ended with Karma, the crowd slowly dispersed, buzzing with excitement and lingering in the euphoria of the night. As you walked out of the stadium, Charles kept a protective arm around you, guiding you through the bustling crowd.

"I can't believe how amazing that was," Kika exclaimed, her voice still filled with excitement.

"It was incredible," Pierre agreed, looking genuinely thrilled. "I never expected to enjoy a concert this much."

"I'm happy we got to do this," Charles grinned, his arm tightening around your waist, "I'm guessing this was the best day of your life, right chérie?"

You grinned up at Charles, feeling overwhelmed with joy and gratitude. "It absolutely was. You made a dream come true for me, Charles."

He pulled you closer, his smile softening with affection. "I'd do it a thousand times over if it meant seeing you this happy."

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Taylor Swift's Portuguese Fan Accidentally Live Streams Her Boyfriend’s Proposal During 'Love Story'

Condé Nast (through Vogue Taiwan), CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour has brought unforgettable moments to fans around the globe, but for one fan in Portugal, the concert turned into a life-changing experience. Beatriz Simões, a dedicated Swiftie, was live streaming the concert for her friends on social media when her boyfriend, Ricardo Matos, proposed to her during the iconic song 'Love Story'. The Eras Tour stop at Estádio da Luz in Lisbon was already special, featuring a mix of Swift's classic hits and new tracks, including the debut live performance of 'The Tortured Poet's Department'. However, it was the romantic proposal during 'Love Story' that stole the show. Simões, 23, had no idea that her boyfriend, Ricardo Matos, 20, was planning to propose. As she streamed the concert live on Instagram, she captured the magical moment when Matos got down on one knee. The proposal took place during the eighth song of Swift’s 46-song setlist. As Taylor Swift sang the lyrics, “And said, 'Marry me, Juliet, You'll never have to be alone, I love you and that's all I really know,” Matos seized the moment, surprising Simões completely. In an interview with People, Simões recounted the moment with emotion. “He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said, ‘Marry me, Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone,’ It was a total surprise.” Overwhelmed with joy, she immediately said yes, hugging him tightly while her phone continued to stream, capturing the background of the concert instead of the proposal itself. “I’m still in total shock. It was magical, and everyone was so happy,” she added, reflecting on the moment. Simões and Matos have been together for three years, having known each other for five. The proposal occurred in section 3, row 5, with Taylor Swift continuing her performance unaware of the personal milestone her music had just highlighted. The event quickly became a topic of discussion among fans both at the concert and online. Although Simões couldn't capture her own reaction due to the surprise, another concertgoer, Keren Noyman, managed to record the proposal from a different angle and shared the video on TikTok. Noyman, 28, who was present at the concert, changed her camera’s focus from the stage to the couple, capturing their joyous moment. “I felt jealous because I went with my boyfriend of eight years last time and got no proposal,” she jokingly told People, adding that she has always enjoyed watching such moments on screen and was thrilled to witness one in real life. The video quickly garnered attention on social media, with fans expressing their happiness for the newly engaged couple. One user wrote, “Was so cute to watch on the stream, so happy for them.” Another commented on Simões’s dedication to live streaming, “She’s still live-streaming after the proposal…so sweet.” Yet another fan, who had been following Simões’s updates on X, added, “I don’t know the bride-to-be. I’ve read her tweets lately on X, so I thanked her for continuing with the live stream after this big moment in her life.” This heartwarming proposal adds to the long list of memorable moments inspired by Taylor Swift’s 'Love Story'. For years, the song has been a favorite at her concerts, often serving as the perfect backdrop for romantic gestures and proposals. The lyrics “marry me Juliet” have become synonymous with the hopes and dreams of countless fans. This latest proposal during the Eras Tour in Lisbon is a testament to the enduring impact of Swift's music on her fans’ lives. As Taylor Swift continues her tour, she brings not only her music but also opportunities for her fans to create lasting memories. The story of Beatriz Simões and Ricardo Matos is a beautiful example of how Swift's songs resonate deeply with her audience, often intertwining with their personal milestones. The couple’s unexpected engagement during 'Love Story' has now become part of their own love story, one that they, and the world, will remember for years to come. Condé Nast (through Vogue Taiwan), CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons Read the full article

[falcon-knight]

hell is a teenage boy and it’s him

[swifty-fox]

After reading all the sexy clegan asks, I would pay some good money to watch their OF 😵‍💫. I feel like this is a more polite way of saying I want to be the fly on the while while gale gets twisted into a pretzal. Or while John gets bent over the dinner table. Swifty, my dude (slides a case full of money across a table), how do you feel about an AU where two beautiful entrepreneurs take agency of their body's and their sexualities and make some good, honest money... together 😉. (I feel like I'm turning into Barry in Saltburn. I would drink the bathwater. SEND HELP. I need psychiatric care now!)

John Gamer Girl Bathwater lmao.

but!! your mind anon lmao. I got to spend a fun night with a couple aussie SW's a few years ago after a cancelled festival (not in THAT way. had a mutual acquaintance and offered to hang out with them since we all suddenly had no plans) and It was fun picking their brains about their lives. They were both primarily dancers.

John starts an only fans after graduating college with a degree in sports management. It's not that he CAN'T get a job but he's suddenly like 'fuck just because i like sports do i really wanna make this my career???' kinda lounges around a bit until the bills poke him on the shoulder. He's like hmmmmm wow if i go into the service industry i'll kill someone. I'm hot I got abs and a mustache and I'm six three I can probably do this. Starts off with a lotta POV handjobs and general thirst traps. He doe's great, its John Egan so he's just got that natural charisma and his voice is deep and shoulders broad and he's real good at dirty talking so he does custom audios for a price. Gets into the collab world on twitter and kinda shoots up in fame real quick. More of a top, bi asf like all my au's so he's kinda going across the board. He's pretty open about what his job is and the people who have a problem with it he kindly tells to fuck off

Gale starts one to put himself through his masters degree then finds out it kinda just.... makes a lot more money with a much looser schedule LOL.

He takes a long while to get good at it. He's hot as hell and has all the creepy dom top accounts all over him but he's shy and takes him a long time to figure out how to sell his content properly. He can't quite get into the cock hungry bottom bitch slut role that people wanna shove him into and it hurts him a bit. But he does manage to get a decently sized following pretty quick. King of the moaning clips, great fuckin one-on-one vidoes of him riding a toy.

John stumbles across Gale as everyone does: scrolling the porn tag on twitter looking for a lil somethin somethin. Those pretty lips wet and flushed as if they've been thoroughly used and those soulful eyes looking up at the camera as Gale hangs his head off the edge of a bed ready to be a perfect sleeve for his dick.

He wrings one out real fuckin quick, drops him a follow and a DM in that order introducing himself and asking if he's ever done a collab.

of course Gale already follows John. He thinks he's handsome but hes got no interest mixing business and pleasure (lmao just wait pookie). He's also never done a collab, never fucked another person on camera. But. but.

John is handsome.

And he knows the guy is legit and safe, has seen him ALL OVER (certified bicycle John Egan always) and knows he's had good reviews.

Gale's had many DM's asking for collabs. This is the first he accepts.

How can he not when John is in there saying "Hey man great content. Would to love maybe have you fuck me" as casual as can be.

Gale's never thought to FUCK someone on camera. Sure he likes both but like I said people want a certain image from. So that in of itself is appealing.

He agrees wholeheartedly

He puts John on his knees on a mattress and pulls his hair until his eyes water, presses him down with a hand between his shoulderblades for that perfect fuckin arch and and spanks him until John is jumping away from even a brush of his hands and whimpering, camera angled to get the perfect shot of his tear stained cheeks.

"Come on darlin," gale croons in that drawl "The people wanna see you break for them, give it all to me."

He fucks John, ass still stinging so he flinches every time Gale bottoms out but damn does he love it and damn does it make for good content.

John comes out of that session already in love.

and of course collabs usually film a bunch of content. gotta capitalize.

So after some rest and recuperation John does exactly what he's fantasized about and lays Gale over the edge of his bed and fucks his throat. Loud and wet and noisy. Spit and pre-come and tears dripping down Gales face into his hair; onto the floor. John takes a little break to rub it all over his face and tell him he makes such a good pocket pussy. Gale's gunna come just from this if Johns not careful. He doesn't have to worry though because once John goes back down his throat he reaches over and gives Gale a nice handy.

Spins him around and fucks him while he's too sensitive and screaming, half cringing away from it but also grinding back because fuck is does John know how to fuck.

John gripping gales hips in his big hands and telling him "Now you're not running away from me yet sweetheart haven't rode you raw yet"

They fuck a lot more. a LOT more. For the content of course. And then theyre like hey maybe we should move in together as colleagues and friends. Except??? maybe?? they start fucking off camera. And maybe they cuddle on the couch. and hold hands. and kiss and go on dates. And maybe they get married?? As colleagues of course.....or not

[aza-writes]

Call Him

Tom Holland x sister!reader

Summary: you’re Tom’s sister who is a major swifty. Red (Taylor’s Version) just came out and you have one question: Does Jake Gyllenhaal remember it All Too Well?

Request: no. I’ve been wanting to write this for a year

The clock was moving in slow motion like it knows I’m waiting for something. My eyes feel heavy, threatening to shut and let sleep consume me.

Why can’t 1:00 get here sooner?

“Y/n! Are you still up?” Tom’s voice echoes throughout his place.

Staying here couldn't have come at a worse time. My whole apartment building was undergoing major repairs, meaning all the tenants had to leave for a week. My roommates and I had plans to celebrate this together, have a viewing party, drink some wine, cry together, the normal Swifty activities. But no, I was here at Tom's place surrounded by a bunch of boys who don't care about Red (Taylor's Version).

"Yes, I'm awake! Why?"

"Do you want to finish the movie with us?" Tom keeps yelling, making it impossible to keep my focus on the YouTube countdown on my laptop.

"No! The short film will be out any second!"

"The what?"

I roll my eyes and am about to groan when the countdown hit 3... 2... 1... Live.

The screen is black with only a single sentence on it.

"Love is short, but forgetting is long."

This is it, the moment I've been waiting for. As soon as Sadie Sink's voice hits my ears, the rest of the world goes blank. I'll I can focus on at this moment is the heartbreaking lyrics, the raw acting, the stunning cinematography, and how awful Jake Gyllenhaal is.

I don't even notice I'm crying until one of my tears hit the corner of my mouth. The saltiness mixing with the sweetness of my wine.

He wouldn't look at her! How dare he fucking drop her hand? He manipulated her? He MISSED her 21st birthday party?

That fucking jerk.

Fuck the patriarchy? No, fuck Jake Gyllenhaal.

I want to yell at him. I want to call him names. I want him to know that he messed up.

I wish I could call him and tell him that he's a fucking prick.

Holy shit, I can!

"Tom!" I jump out of the guest bed and run as fast as I can to the living room where Tom, Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine are all watching some movie they've seen a million times. "Tom!"

"What? What do you need? Are you hurt? Is there a fire?" Tom sits up immediately looking frantic.

"Nothing's wrong. I need a favor."

Relief washes over his face as he places one hand on his chest. "You sc-"

"I need Jake Gyllenhaal's number right now."

"What-why?"

All I can do is shake my head and pull out my phone. I instinctively go to Spotify and go to the search bar. I type in "A" and the All Too Well ten minute version pops up. Perfect. I press play and turn the song up to full volume.

"I walk through the door with you."

"y/n please sto-"

"Air was cold, but something 'bout it felt like home some how."

"Please turn that off, he's actually calling me right now."

I turn the music off abruptly. "Give me the phone."

"y/n back up, you don't need to talk to him."

"Give me the phone Thomas!"

Tom starts to walk away from me as I try to reach for his phone. He brings his phone to one ear while plugging the other so he can hear me over my yelling.

If he isn't going to give me the phone, then I'll take matters into my own hands.

Tom and Jake were discussing hanging out when Jake comes into town in the next few weeks on holiday, but that conversation can wait. I need answers, twitter needs answers.

"Yeah, we can totally go to dinner while you're in town."

"DID THE TWIN FLAME BRUISE PAINT YOU BLUE!"

"y/n shut up."

"JUST BETWEEN US DID THE LOVE AFFAIR MAIM YOU TOO!"

"No Jake, I can talk, ignore my sister." Tom looks at me with a serious look on his face. "y/n please let this go, it was years ago."

"Fine, but I have one question I promise is not about Taylor."

Tom sighs, knowing he won't win this fight. "What is it?"

“DOES HE REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL!!”

“Y/n!”