#the crowd was so huge it spilled over to the next stage. I was like a full two stages away watching this

[aeolianblues]

Noah Kahan ended his headlining slot at the Rivière Stage at Osheaga festival in Montreal with Stick Season, bringing out Arlo Parks to sing half the song with him. Arlo had performed her own set earlier in the day on the Valley Stage.

[simpee9000]

Not Just Friends - 8 -

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Childhood best friends turned into something more, at least with the label. Katsuki Bakugo, a fast-rising hero and fast-learning guy who is ever so slow in getting attached to and loving someone. Even three long years into a relationship, and your friends even forget you're even dating. Nothing happening, spare a few kisses.. like 3 kisses, during high school. Graduated and living together, and you guys have done absolutely nothing to further the relationship. Are you sure you're not just friends? Also not edited!! CW: Smut, brief domestic violence discussion, virginity loss, aggressive flirting from creeps, gore with pro hero stuff (lmk if i missed any) Applies to all chapters regardless of it is in said chapter.

"It's been two weeks," you pointed out, telling yourself and him.

"That doesn't mean you have to be okay already," Katsuki huffed at you, crossing his arms as he leaned against the makeup table in front of you.

You were going on for the interview that you promised that night. Truth quirk and all. They were prepping you right now for it, covering the dark circles under your eyes as they made sure to add highlights.

"I go back to work tomorrow, I want everything to be dealt with before hand," you dismissed. You wanted your plate clean so you could throw yourself fully back into work, you were itching to use the equipment. "Besides, Aizawa is here. He'll make sure to turn off the truth quirk if needed."

He grumbled, watching you intently as you got up, makeup finished and TV ready. "I don't like this." He didn't want you to go back to step one, even if you claimed to be fine.

"I know," you patted his arm, he's been trying to convince you not to. But his PR manager advise you to do it, knowing if you switched up that the public would think the worst.

An assistant knocked on the door, peeking through when you told them it was okay. "You're on in five," and with that, they left.

You swallowed nervously. "It's not to late," Katsuki offered.

"I said I'd do it, so I will," you looked yourself over in the mirror one last time, brushing your clothes smooth before you walked to the door. Katsuki following behind as you waited behind the curtain, ready for your cue. You made eye contact with Aizawa who was on the other side, next to the interviewer with a truth quirk. You gave a small wave and gained a nod back.

"Remember that you can dodge the question, it's not considered lying," Katsuki informed you for the millionth time, going down his prep list, "I studied them, they make you say the truth but not blurt it, so you have time to form your words."

"And now we have Dynamight's girlfriend," the talk show host called your name, greeting you on stage. "She'll be giving us all the details of her juicy relationship with our number two hero! All under a truth quirk." You walked onto the stage, giving Katsuki a nervous smile before turning to wave at the crowd.

It wasn't your first interview but it was the first major one. A huge live audience that filled the room. You shook hands with Gossip, the hostess nickname for the public. Shaking hands with the truth quirk interviewer as well before sitting down. Aizawa stayed off stage, ready to cancel things if needed.

"Nell, here," Gossip called attention to the truth quirk, "Known as 'Spills' will activate her quirk and ask questions about her secret relationship with Dynamight." Nell waved at her introduction, smiling brightly. "We've opened questions to the audience as well, so let's get started," Gossip grabbed a stack of cards from her desk, nodding to Nell to start.

You crossed your legs, hands clasped in your lap as you waited for the effect.

Gossip handed Nell the cards to read out. "You were the one on the phone with Dynamight two weeks ago, correct?"

"Yes, called me while I was making dinner," you laughed trying to add anything you could to the questions because you wanted good press.

"How long have you been dating?"

"Three years," you answered easily, feeling the small buzz of the truth quirk in your mind, "Since second year of high school, even though I liked him way before that." Well, you haven't meant to say that, the truth quirk making the small bit of information slip out.

Gossip grinned at what you were saying. "And you've never liked Deku? No romantic feelings there?"

"He's like my younger brother, absolutely no feelings there," you confirmed.

"You don't even find him attractive?"

"I do, just not like that. I only have eyes for Katsuki really," you didn't even know why you were anxious at this point. Part of you was worried it'd make you slip up, say something in the wrong way and make it seem like you wanted him.

"How cute!" Gossip gushed to the crowd. "Well now that we have that settled, lets get to the nitty gritty." You paled at that.

Opening your mouth the protest before Nell interrupted you, "What about Dynamight annoys you the most?"

You rolled your eyes, "He leaves his socks everywhere. Literally only his socks, everything else he is a neat freak about."

"Anything else?" they pushed for something more.

"He literally argues with himself while getting ready, calling his teeth stupid for getting dirty," you ranted, glad you had no real issue with him.

Nell and Gossip shared a look, unsure of where to go. "What do you love most about him?" the decided to switch from negatives to positives, trying to feed his fan base.

"Oh," you paused, mind swirling with too many truths, "He remembers all the small things," you settled on, talking fondly, "He bought an extra chair for his office because he knew I hated the ones he had. He might not talk a lot but he does so much."

The crowd swooned at how fondly you talked of him.

"Why are you with him?"

"Cause I love him?" you questioned back confused, paleing when you realized you haven't directly said it yet. You've been together for three years and knew you loved each other, it was just hardly, if ever, spoken.

"How about we open questions to the fans?" Gossip turned from you and pointed at someone who raised their hand.

"What's Dynamight's biggest weakness?" the crowd called out, Nell immediately asking you the question.

You froze, Aizawa was being distracted and couldn't save you. You faintly heard Katsuki's loud foot steps coming up, trying to save you.

"He loves his back being popped," you answered, truthfully, the interviews losing the spark in their eye as you didn't give good enough gossip. "Seriously, he loves it. Practically melts afterwards."

Katsuki stood next to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you to stand. "This shit is done."

"Dynamight," Nell called out as Katsuki dragged you away. The truth quirk likely making him stop. "Do you seriously love her?" She spit those words out in a manner that reminded you of the break in.

"Yeah, so fuck off," he barked over his shoulder, pulling you off stage.

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In just the drive home, your phone was blowing up entirely. You were trending on Twitter, Tiktok, and any social media already. All they needed was an hour. You scrolled through TikTok as you curled in on the couch, swiping from one video of you to another video of you. People were gushing over your relationship, loving how he protected you and how you talked about him.

It turned the fan girls more on your side, having gotten a glimpse of your life with him. They concluded that you were one of them. You even saw videos of how you cheered him on during the first-year sports festival. They took any social media post with the two of you and over-analyzed it. Talking about how you looked at each other.

"Still looking at that shit?" Katsuki called from the kitchen. Currently packing up the leftovers of dinner.

"It's cute," you defended, "They found a photo of us during graduation," you lifted your phone over the couch for him to look, hearing him shuffle over to look.

It was a photo of you two hugging after the ceremony, probably seconds after he asked you to move in with you. "This is horrible for my image," he complained as he saw the caption, "Makes me look fuckin' soft."

You rolled your eyes, looking up at him from where he leaned over the couch, "You are soft."

He scoffed, "Sure."

Humming, you got up from the couch, moving to head to your room, wanting to grab a book from a box. You hardly unpacked, your room still empty as you've been spending the past few nights in Katsuki's room.

"Hey Kats," you called from your doorway, seeing more boxes in your room than before. Probably and entire third of boxes that you didn't put there, you were at work all day, busy with meetings while Katsuki got home early.

"What?" he asked when he met you in your doorway, looking over your room.

You stepped in, glancing into an open box and seeing Katsuki's stuff filling it. "What's all this?"

"Figured with you sleepin' in my room all the time we might as well share," he crossed his arms as he shrugged, leaning into the doorframe.

"Really?" you looked up at him, taking your eyes of the open box, lighting up inside as you looked at him.

"Why not?"

You've been waiting for this since he first asked you to move, but you knew that if you freaked out he would back out. You bit back a huge smile, joy seeping through your expression regardless. "Want to set things up then?" you offered, answering his unasked question of it was okay.

He didn't give an answer before he moved in the room fully, grabbing a box of his clothes and going into the walk in closet. You stepped out of your room, seeing how his old room was empty minus a bed. Smiling, you moved back into your room, grabbing another box of his clothes and placing it beside him before grabbing your own clothes and finally unpacking. You took two of the walls of the closet, him taking the last wall, having less clothes.

Cycling through each box until they were all unpacked, your room looking like a mixture of the two of you. His comforter but your sheets on the bed, pillows stacked the way you loved and his limited edition All Might alarm clock sitting on the nightstand. The dresser being spilt for the two of you with small touches of each of you adding to the room. Giving it personality.

It made you giddy, to see everything done up as a combined. You let a bright smile grace your features as you changed for bed, Katsuki showering in the connected bathroom while you slid under the covers. You grabbed a book from your nightstand and flipped to the bookmark.

Reading through the rest of the chapter before Katsuki came out of the bathroom, ruffling his hair under a towel as he walked in. Hanging the towel up and shaking his head like a wet dog to fluff it back up. He stayed shirtless, how he's been sleeping the past few nights, and only wore his boxers.

You eyed him over your book, watching his arms flex with any simple motion he made. Eyeing him as he walked to his side of the bed, slipping under the covers fully before wrapping his arms around your waist.

The motion was surprising, filling your stomach with butterflies as you accepted his hug. You were propped up on pillows, making it easier to read with the posture, his arm slipped easily under you, his other going under your book. He squeezed light, wearily of the wound that was still present on your left side.

"Your shower is so much better than the one in the hall," he grumbled, digging his face into your shoulder. His shampoo scenting the air as you leaned your head onto his.

"Our shower," you couldn't help but correct him.

"Do we want the old room to be your office? The other mine?" he questioned.

You closed your book, setting it on the nightstand as you held onto his arm. "Maybe one can be a guest room? Your mom called and said she wants to visit," you suggested.

"That hag been callin' you often?"

You slapped his arm for how he addressed his mom, "She's worried."

"Hm," he dismissed, "I don't care."

"The interview wasn't that bad," you changed topics, "Just made me say softer versions of the truth."

He took his head off you, moving to sit up so he could look at you, "They asked you about my weakness? Do you know how bad that coulda been?"

"But it wasn't, I did what I said and nothing bad happened," you matched his glare.

He rolled his eyes, falling back onto you.

"I surprised how cuddly you are," you said, not to tease but point out.

"Fuck off," he scoffed, moving to flip away from you. You hooked your arms over his shoulders, trying to pull him back but just got flipped back over with him, letting out a squeal of surprised. Situated right on his lap, close to his face. His hands held your thighs as you straddled him unintentionally. "'m not cuddly," he pinched your thigh.

"Sure," you teased now, "That's why you've been all over me."

"I can finally touch you, think I'm not going to take advantage of it?"

You pulled back, sitting up right on his lap as you looked down at him. Brows furrowed, "Is your watch always on?"

He shrugged, "Not always, but most of the time, 'round you."

Your stomach dropped, you moved to grab his hand and saw that it was on. Turning his quirk off. "You can't use it that often," you told him, worried.

"I turn it off before I sleep," he brushed off, moving his hand away from yours.

"When was the last time it was off around me?"

"When I was asleep last night," he answered easily.

"Katsuki," you frowned, "That's not good for you, you need to turn it off." You reached for his hand again.

He snatched it out of your hand, "The fuck's your problem?"

"I don't want every time you touch me you need that stupid watch on," you complained. It made you feel disconnected from him, like he had to hide his true self.

"It's not on all the fuckin' time," he argued.

"Then you should have no problem turning it off right now," you challenged. His face was all scrunched in distaste as he looked at you.

"I don't have shit to prove."

"You're using it as a crutch," you dug, "I shoulda never built it for you."

"So you would of prefered staying how it was? Don't want me to touch you?" he argued, getting frustrated that you were upset. Defaulting into anger.

"I'd prefer you," you clarified, "The actual you that doesn't need to suppress his fucking quirk."

"I don't need anything," he hissed, "I was doing it to make you fuckin' happy but now you're all bitchy about nothing."

You widdened your eyes, pushing yourself off his lap finally and moving to your side of the bed. "You'll kill yourself," you commented, "Not having access to your quirk is deadly."

"No I won't," he huffed, not moving from where he laided.

"You're right, cause you can turn it off," you decided, "I'm not going to touch you until I know it's off."

He sat up right, "Really?" he looked down at you.

"Yep," you popped the 'p', "I only made the watch for work training, not sex training like how you're using it."

"That's ridiculous," he tried to reason.

"Well, I'm going to be 'bitchy' about something that'll kill you," you crossed your arms, standing your ground.

He shifted, "So we're going back to square one? That what you fuckin' want?"

"Sure," your chest felt tight, hating how frustrated he was. But your side made sense. "I want you alive."

"I'm not going to die."

"Yep, cause I'm not encouraging you to turn it off anymore."

"Can't kiss you or anything then," he tried to threaten, failing to change your mind.

"Okay," you shrugged. Internally mourning the loss of it already.

"Seriously?" he was in disbelief.

"Goodnight Katsuki," you turned onto your side, making him unable to look at you anymore.

When he huffed and turned away you were worried he'd leave. Go back on sharing a room. Truly test how far you were willing to go.

But all he did was adjust onto his side of the bed, angrily turning his lamp off, darkness coating the room.

At least you had that, but who knows how long you would. You clutched at your chest as you sunk in on yourself. It would suck to go back to how it was two months ago. Not being able to kiss him, or hug him freely.

You've gotten so far and had to throw it away. But it was necessary. The nitroglycerin made his heart run slowly, he needed to have his quirk flowing or you didn't know what would happen. You weren't trying to risk it so you could feel him up.

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[parkingsunghoon]

Special to you

Idol heeseung x f reader

[chapter 1]

Summary: you were working at one of enhypen concerts as a security guard. You didn’t really know enhypen and you only got the job because your friend had worked there the year prior. You never would’ve imagined you’d become someone special

Fluff, series

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It was just another day for me. Get up, got to work, come home and rot in bed. Unfortunately it wasn’t the rot in my bed hour instead, I have to get up and get ready for work. I enjoyed being a security guard. I don’t know how I got the job, I have the build of a lasagna noodle but hey it’s money.

I got up and got ready in my usual outfit, long black pants, my black shirt with my name embroidered in it and my belt that holds all my necessities. I slicked back my hair in a bun before brushing my teeth. Today a band called enhypen are playing, I hope they’re good. The last concert I was a security guard for was honestly not my cup of tea.

Once I finished getting ready I grabbed my bag and keys and headed out the door. I got in my car and started making my way to the stadium.

“God the traffic is horrendous” I spoke to myself. I hadn’t even gotten half way down the road from my house and there is already a long line of cars.

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I waited in traffic for half an hour before arriving to the stadium. I parked my car and booked it to the front door. I can’t risk being late.

I got inside quickly and made my way to the lounge room for employees. I hung my bag up and quickly clocked in. This band must be huge, the amount of people here was more than I’ve ever seen in my 3 months on the job.

I quickly equip all my necesites like my walkie talkie and water and I head out to the floor. Today I was positioned directly in front of the stage. I settled in and observed as fans begin to spill in. These fans must be here for VIP exclusive since the concert didn’t start for another hour.

Once all the fans had made their way to their designated areas, a voice came over the speakers.

“Hello engene! Are you guys ready for soundcheck?” A voice that sounded distinctly Australian spoke. All the fans screamed. Honestly I don’t know how I am going to survive the screams when all the fans are in here.

Enhypen and fans talked a little before starting sound check. Let me tell you when these guys started singing I felt like I could fly. Their voices were breath taking, it took everything in me not to turn around and watch myself.

That’s one of the worst parts about being a security guard, we have to keep our eyes on the crowd at all times.

Some time had passed and it was now time for the actual concert. A part of me was excited for it after listening to their soundcheck.

The lights turned off and the stage lights came on as fans screams shook the stadium. The energy in here was amazing. I could tell everyone was very excited.

“HELLO EVERYBODY!!!” A voice high pitched yet super smooth voice announced. I heard this voice a lot during their sound check. I assume he’s one of the lead singers and his adlibs were to die for.

Fans yelled back hello in response to his. I thought it was cute. I hadn’t attended a concert as a fan in a while so seeing others do it warms my heart in a sense.

Everyone went quiet before the song came over the speakers. Once the music hit their ears everyone went crazy. I watched in amazement. Fans jumping up and down, smiles painting their faces. The pure joy shown around the stadium was beautiful.

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I was standing there watching them before the girls in front of me started going ballistic. They looked at me then behind me. I was really confused until I felt a breath brush against my ear as the person sang into their microphone.

I wanted to turn around so bad. I had to fight the itching urge at the back of my head.

“You can bite me, you complete me” he sung the words so smoothly next to me. I felt my body almost give away. I understood now why these fans go crazy over these men when they give them fan service like this.

I resisted the urge and he went back to performing I assume because I no longer felt his presence behind me.

More time had passed and the members were now walking off the stage to give high fives to fans as they sung their final song of the night.

Fans screamed and reached their arms out in hopes to be one of the lucky ones. It’s was such an adorable moment, and it was also a moment to finally see what they look like.

I analyzed all of them. They were all so tall and slender, perfect representation of vampires. None of their faces disappointed either. Their beauty deserves to be framed, maybe even sculpted and placed in a museum.

As I was analyzing them, one made eye contact with me. He was tall, with a cold yet warm demeanor. He had the prettiest doe eyes a girl has seen and his cheeks reminded me of a hamster.

I quickly looked away, I’d rather not become the center of attention. My luck seemed to fail though as he began walking in my direction. I acted professional none the less.

He looked at me one last time before climbing onto the barricade. I mentally cursed myself before going and grabbing his waist lightly feeling weird about it. It was apart of my job, to make sure none of them got hurt but something about grabbing and attractive man by the waist felt dirty.

He eventually stepped back down and looked at me once more. He smiled and bowed ever so slightly.

“Thank you beautiful” he said before walking away. I contained myself and went back to my spot. I couldn’t lie though, that one sentence did things to me. It was like my heart became liquid.

They all bid their goodbyes and reassuring fans that they’ll see them for their second concert here tomorrow. Then I realized, I will be working AGAIN tomorrow. I don’t think I can’t handle another day.

As my coworkers helped fans out of the stadium I went back stage to throw away trash left behind. As I was heading to the trash I bumped into someone.

I quickly apologized before realizing it was the same guy. I gave him a sheepish smile in hopes he won’t try to get me fired to this inconvenience.

“So we meet again?” The man said with a playful smile.

“I guess so I respond anxiously” I was not one to talk to men. I get flustered way too easily.

“My names heeseung..”

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hii!!!! Would you do another singer! Reader x Tyler Joseph? Maybe the reader is apart of a band or a duo and their band is doing a live interview and perhaps a band mate accidentally tells the audience about the reader’s crush on Tyler? And the next day the reader has to perform and has to face the confrontation from fans/paparazzi? Not to mention Tyler’s reaction himself to the news. 😙

The Good Morning Show - Tyler Joseph x Singer!Reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 1691

A/N: Hope you enjoy this! Sorry it took so long!!

I was nervous. Not the usual pre-show jitters—this was something else. Evan and I were about to do a live interview on one of our favorite morning shows, and he’d been acting weird all morning. We’d been watching the Good Morning show since our high school days and finally we’d become popular enough to be invited to talk to the hosts about our new project. 

“Please welcome… ‘Self Titled’!” I heard the female voice cue us to walk onto the stage as Evan stepped forward. The bright beaming stage lights shone into my eyes as I could make out the live audience in front of us. I took a deep breath, feeling the warm air of the studio’s attempt to suffocate me as the sound of applause surrounded us. Evan, as usual, was all smiles and handshakes, waving to the crowd like he was born to be on this stage. Meanwhile, I could feel my heart pounding, the combination of excitement and a growing sense of panic–the worry of saying the wrong thing looming over me. Something about the way Evan had been acting all morning, like he was sitting on a big secret, had me more than a little on edge.

We took our seats, and the hosts, Amanda and Jay, greeted us with bright, welcoming smiles.

“So, we’ve got Self Titled with us this morning!” Amanda said, and the audience applauded again. “You guys have had quite a rise to fame. I mean, just two years ago, you were performing in basements, and now you’re here, releasing your second album and starting a world tour. How’s that been for you?”

Evan jumped right in, as usual. “It’s been unreal,” he said, flashing that effortless grin of his. “Honestly, every day feels like a dream. We’re so grateful to everyone who’s been with us from the start.”

I nodded, managing to calm my nerves as I chimed in. “It’s crazy. Sometimes we still feel like high school kids sneaking out to watch shows. Being here on this stage, with you guys, feels like a full-circle moment for us.”

Jay smiled. “Well, I think it’s safe to say your fans are thrilled you’re here, too.” He glanced at his notes, his eyes twinkling with the next question. “Now, speaking of fans… let’s get a little personal, shall we?”

My stomach dropped. I knew that look. This was going somewhere I probably wouldn’t like.

“Oh, we’re going there?” Evan asked, giving the audience a playful wink. “Alright, let’s go there.”

I shot him a warning look, trying to keep it subtle, but he completely ignored me.

Amanda leaned forward, eyes glinting with that same mischief. “We’ve been hearing rumors that you’re a huge fan of twenty one pilots. Any truth to that?”

I let out an awkward laugh, trying to play it off. “Uh, I mean… I kind of grew up going to their shows with Evan. But I think we’re both more focused on the music than anything else, to be honest.”

“Right, music,” Evan said, dragging out the word in a way that made me want to shove him off his chair. “But, you know… everyone’s got their favorite artists. Especially if they’re crushes too.”

“Yeah, I mean, there’s nothing wrong with admiring other musicians,” I said, trying to steer the conversation away.

Amanda raised an eyebrow, leaning into her mic. “Well, come on, spill the tea! Any names? Someone you’d fangirl over if you met them backstage?”

I swallowed hard. This was not happening. I shook my head, laughing nervously. “Nah, nothing like that. We’re just—”

But Evan wasn’t about to let me off the hook. “Oh, come on Y/N,” he interrupted, and the crowd immediately buzzed with excitement. I shot him a glare, but he just grinned, ignoring my silent pleas to keep his mouth shut.

“Oh, do tell!” Amanda leaned in, looking as eager as the crowd.

“Yeah, don’t keep us hanging, Evan,” Jay added, chuckling.

Evan turned to me with a mischievous glint in his eye. “She’s gonna kill me for this,” he said to the audience, who laughed in response. Then, before I could even process it, he dropped the bomb. “She’s got a huge crush on Tyler Joseph.”

The words seemed to hang in the air, suspended in the split second of stunned silence before the crowd erupted. Some people gasped, others cheered, and I could feel my face burning as if I’d just stepped under a spotlight I couldn’t escape from.

Amanda laughed, clapping her hands. “Tyler Joseph from twenty one pilots? Really? I guess you weren’t kidding about being a fan.”

I tried to laugh it off, looking everywhere but at Evan. “Oh my God, Evan, are you serious?” I muttered, my voice barely hiding my panic. “You did not just do that.”

“Oh, come on,” he said, shrugging with a playful smile. “I’m just saying what everyone else already knows.”

The audience was buzzing, and Amanda leaned forward, looking intrigued. “So, it’s true? You’re a fan?”

“Well, yeah, of course I’m a fan,” I said, still trying to play it cool, but the embarrassment was pouring out of me. “I mean, who isn’t? Their music is incredible.”

Evan smirked. “Fan doesn’t even cover it.”

I groaned, burying my face in my hands as the crowd laughed. I was praying for a quick subject change, but Amanda seemed to be having way too much fun with this.

“So, if Tyler’s watching right now…” she started, her eyes twinkling.

“He’s definitely not watching right now,” I chuckled nervously, shaking my head.

She ignored me, gesturing to the camera. “Tyler, if you’re out there, looks like you’ve got an admirer,” she said, pointing to me as the crowd cheered.

I forced another laugh, my face burning so much I was convinced I’d walk out with a sunburn. Evan just leaned back, thoroughly enjoying himself, and I resisted every urge to smack that smirk off his face.

The interview wrapped up not long after that, thankfully, and I all but dragged Evan offstage the second we were done. As soon as we were out of earshot of the crew, I rounded on him.

“Are you kidding me? What the fuck was that?” I whispered harshly.

He just shrugged, unbothered. “Come on, it’s no big deal. So what if people know? Now you’ll have all these fans rooting for you.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Rooting for what? A fictional love story between me and a guy I’ve never even met?”

“Hey, just think of it as… putting it out into the universe,” he said, patting me on the back. “Maybe Tyler will see it and think, ‘Oh, she seems cool.’”

“Or he’ll think I’m a total creep,” I muttered, already regretting everything. But the damage was done.

And, as it turned out, the next day proved that “putting it out into the universe” was a recipe for chaos.

When I left the hotel the next morning, I was greeted by a swarm of fans and paparazzi, all shouting questions at me.

“So, Tyler Joseph, huh?”

“What do you like about him?”

“Think he’ll respond?”

I kept my head down, muttering a few awkward “Thank yous” as I navigated through the crowd. I thought maybe the frenzy would die down after the initial buzz, but I was wrong. When I finally got back to the quiet of the van, I checked my phone to find a storm of notifications.

My notifications were an absolute mess: tags, texts, a mountain of DMs—more than I’d ever seen. I tapped the top one, bracing myself, and that’s when I saw it: Tyler Joseph had posted a video, watching our interview.

He was sitting in what looked like his living room, laughing as the clip played on his phone. I cringed watching it again, hearing Evan’s words. Tyler paused the video after my panicked reaction, chuckling and saying, “Oh my gosh, they’ve heard of us,” with a large, excited smile. He shook his head, clearly a little stunned. “But hey, Y/N, I think you’re cool too! You should hit me up” He ended it with a quick, winking thumbs-up before signing off, “Can’t wait to see what you’re working on next!”

I could barely process the video before I noticed another notification beneath it—a private message. From Tyler Joseph.

Tyler J:Hey, just saw the interview clip. Your friend really threw you in there, huh? If it makes you feel any better, I’ve definitely been there. You seemed super chill about it though! And honestly, I think you’re cute too.

My breath caught in my throat. Did Tyler Joseph just call me cute? My cheeks flushed as I continued to read.

Tyler J:I’ve been to a few of your shows before, by the way. You’re incredibly talented. I think we should definitely work together sometime! Let me know if you’re interested.

I felt like I was floating. Tyler had seen us live? My mind raced with possibilities.

Me:Wow, really? Thanks! That means a lot coming from you. I’d love to work together!

After a moment of hesitation, I decided to take the plunge.

Me:So, about that "hitting you up" thing... Are you free sometime? Maybe we could grab coffee or something?

I hit send, my heart pounding. A million thoughts swirled in my head. What if he didn’t want to meet up? What if I was reading too much into this? I stared at my screen, willing it to light up again with his response.

Tyler J:That sounds great! How about next Tuesday? I’m in town, and I’d love to hear what you’re working on and just chat.

I couldn’t believe what I was reading. Next Tuesday? It felt like a dream.

Me:Perfect! I’ll have Evan come along too; you can meet him and we can all hang out.

Tyler J:Maybe it could be just us? I’d love to get to know you better :)

My excitement was practically bursting. I couldn’t help but grin at my phone.

Me:Yeah! Definitely we can do that. Looking forward to it :)

And that was that. 

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[ruruumin]

★ nerves.

₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; after the disbandment of your k-pop group OZEAN, you establish STR alongside your friends with the help of former musician ACER. with him as your producer, your curiosity about him leads to a change in your work-relationship.

⤷genres/warnings; smau, band/idol au, slow burn, secret identities, pining, fluff, angst, somewhat dirty humor (from childe), social media drama, scandals, harrassment, sfw, fem!reader.

⤷masterlist; previous + next.

stepping out of the car, you took a deep breath. you were holding onto your cardigan with the tips of your fingers as you were being ushered into the studio. a large crowd of people was flowing into the room, many of them carrying cameras or equipment. turning your head side to side, you attempt to find acer.

the chances are extremely slim. you hardly met him outside of work hours and even during live performances, he would always stay behind a closed door. the most you’ve seen of him was from his twitter posts. but would you be able to find him with just his hand? probably not. 

you’ve heard rumors that some of his closest friends knew what he looked like, and the thought of you not being within that circle made you hesitant to pursue him. you wanted to be a little more than just coworkers with him. but you fear that with the way the media works, and the unfortunate circumstances of your meeting, you might never be able to step out of this company relationship. 

you weren’t just (name) to these people. you were STR LUNA. cofounder of STR with ACER. fiddling with the ends of your clothes, you continue to lean your head over waves of people, trying to look for anyone who would guide you. it seemed that everyone in the company was scrambling to get last-minute set pieces ready. and from the corner of your eye, you could see a few figures carrying large, expensive dresses. 

your stomach was beginning to feel a little jittery. could you be seen on the same page as some of these other a-list celebrities? while lumine’s words made sense to you at the time, your feelings now were beginning to overflow with doubt. you silently pinched yourself on the arm, sucking in a deep breath. you are STR LUNA. you were here to represent your brand, and promote your recent single.

stepping further into the room, you introduced yourself to a few of the assistants scattered around the area, asking about today’s schedule. they were dressed professionally with name badges hooked onto their breast pockets. one of them smiled at you before introducing themselves as yoimiya, an intern working with teyvat vision. she excitedly held onto your hands as her eyes sparkled.

“i can’t believe i’m meeting STR LUNA in the flesh!” she says, her body trembling with happiness. “my friends and i were huge fans of OZEAN! i was devastated to hear narukami records was shutting down, but thank goodness that you were able to rebrand!” 

she starts to fan her face as if the room was getting hot. “i know OZEAN wasn’t as big as people wanted it to be, it was definitely one of my favorites. i loved your performance when you were called JUNI.” 

“your music as STR LUNA has really helped me out when i was in a pinch. i can’t just,” she inhales, “i’m meeting you! god, i’m so excited and out of breath seeing you here. i’m so happy.” it takes everything within her not to spill her guts out to you. 

“oh? really?” you chuckle, raising your hand to cover the lower half of your face.

to this day, gratitude has always left you a little speechless. from someone who had previously failed as a trainee for narukami records, being put on stage as leader, a role that had been unexpectedly forced into your hands… it still comes to you as a surprise that people enjoy your presence, even more so with your rather experimental music. it makes you a bit emotional.

it takes you a little while to compose yourself. your hand quickly raises itself to wipe away at the side of your eyes. you reach out to shake her hand one last time, noting the warmth that alluded from her. if her smile couldn’t get any bigger, it just did.

“thank you, yoimiya, it means a lot to me.” 

from this singular interaction, your mood begins to brighten. lumine was right about what she said. there were people looking up to you, and you can’t ignore them. she quickly gestures to you to the other side of the room, taking you by the hand and guiding you through the studio.

she asks you if you need water before they usher you into your new clothes. you could only mumble out a small response until you were pushed into the changing room.

you open the door, turning left and right. from the corner of your eye, you attempt to make out his figure from the crowd. he said he was wearing all black today. was that hint necessary? everyone on set was wearing black. finding him would be like finding a needle in a haystack. or a potato in a basket of more potatoes.

perhaps he wanted to mess with you a little. pressing your lips together, you sigh. despite that, you were still hoping to see him. tilting your head back, you could see someone talking to the photographer. 

from head to toe, he was dressed in black. but what set him aside from the rest of the crew members was his platinum hair that peeked out underneath his bucket hat. it was tied into a small ponytail. albeit a little crooked and leaning to the side. could it be? or were you being delusional again? you tighten your grip on your phone as you straighten your back. 

taking a few steps forward, you’re stopped when he turns around slowly. his maple-colored eyes make contact with yours, and beneath the thin, black mask, he smiles.

if time could stop, perhaps it would be at this moment. when the crowds dispersed just slightly for you to see the shape of his body and the gentle expression on his face. the small moment in which you’ve acknowledged him, just as he does with you.

and you could feel yourself getting nervous.

⤷taglist (19/25); @https-furina @soleillunne @whipped-for-fictionals @maehemthemisfit @blue-b3rries @rook-kisser @k1an4a @yuminako @mommymilkers-main @ixromzi @meigalaxy @lovely028 @deannaistired @kazeniya @mechanicalbeat1 @luvik4zuhaxx @dazaisboner @scarletttcroww @d4y-dr3am3r

[mistresslrigtar]

Things are coming to a head, with only three chapters to go (next updates will be 11/12, 11/26, and 12/10). If you haven't already, start the journey HERE This story is Rated E for adult themes and content.

Below some PG excerpts to whet the appetite 😉

Chapter One - Resistance

Mipha clutched Zelda’s arm, squeezing it tightly as she gazed up at Revali with shining amber eyes. “Isn’t he dreamy?”

“Yes.” Zelda feigned agreement, but she couldn’t care less about Revali. Her attention was solely fixated on the bassist. How had she never noticed this man walking around campus before today? His eyes seemed to glow like two burning coals of blue, and she yearned for his gaze to be on her instead of the sticky stage floor. The crowds' energy and the drunk students dancing around her didn’t matter; she was completely transfixed. “Who’s that again?”

“Whos’ what….” Mipha began but then followed Zelda’s gaze and understood her fascination. “Oh....oh! That’s Link.”

Link. Zelda would have to eat her words earlier about alternative music being garbage. Hyrule Warriors had just recruited a new fan.

Chapter Two - Euphoria

Zelda had never been around such free spirits before. The atmosphere buzzed with their camaraderie, and she was surprised at how comfortable she’d become despite having just met the group. She took a sip of her ale and settled back into her chair. Link peeled a cocktail napkin off the pile he was writing on and slid it across the table toward her, fingers slightly spread so Zelda could see there was writing hidden beneath. She risked looking over where he sat across from her. His shoulder-length, pink-streaked, dark blond hair was tucked behind his perfectly pointed ears, which she now realized were pierced with hoops that matched his turquoise eyes. Eyes that were shining brightly at her while their friends drank, talked, kissed, and laughed uproariously around them. 

Daruk slapped him on the back, knocking over his tall pint of ale in the process, and shouted something in Link’s ear, completely oblivious to the huge spill he’d just made. Link’s beautiful eyes widened as the force of the blow jarred him, and with a resigned shrug that sent the Farosh tattoo rippling down his arm, he gave Zelda an apologetic grin before turning his attention back to his friend.

His fingers disappeared from the napkin to help mop up the mess. Zelda reached out to snatch it off the table before the amber liquid oozing over the tabletop smudged the inked note.

Wanna go see the movie tomorrow?

Chapter Three - Bliss

“Favorite color.” Link’s voice filled her head.

“Huh?” 

His laugh was warm and soothing. “Sorry. What’s your favorite color?”

“Oh.” Zelda’s cheeks flamed with the simple question. What would he think when she told him her favorite color? Maybe she should lie. But that could lead to the beginning of little white lies that led to big black lies, and… she was getting ahead of herself. “Turquoise.”

“Heh. Is that before or after you met me?”

Chapter Four - I Belong to You - NSFW

Zelda handed him the bottle and the corkscrew as she thought of a way to save the conversation and face. “I can’t like Kass and alternative rock?”

“Do you?” Link raised an eyebrow as he twisted the corkscrew, and she admired how his biceps flexed with that simple movement. Pushing the plunger down, he pulled the cork out with a loud pop. 

“Not until yesterday.” Zelda looked at him through her eyelashes, biting her lip and smiling. What was she doing? She didn’t know how to flirt.

Link glanced up at her, blue eyes glowing, and rewarded her effort with his dimpled smile. “Heh. I’m rubbing off on you already, Zel.” He dropped the corkscrew on her desk and perused the cluttered shelves. “I can write you a song worthy of Kass. Just give me a few days. Glasses?”

Write her a song? Zelda thought she might faint. Her heart flip-flopped in her chest at the thought, even as she marveled at his boast. “Wow! You’re confident.” 

Zelda pushed aside a couple of chip bags on her fridge and retrieved two glasses hidden behind them. She should really think about tidying up her room.

“No, just inspired by a muse.”

Chapter Five - Butterflies and Hurricanes

“This is the third movement. Gan titled it Redemption.” After a few more measures, Link began playing with his right hand, simple at first, building to a more complex melody. “Here’s where the string section would come in, with a counter melody. Gan can play a little violin, but we have some friends who will play for us once we complete composing the orchestration.” 

He repeated the opening, gradually increasing the volume as the tempo picked up. Zelda couldn’t take her eyes off his hands, mesmerized by their seemingly weightless touch as his fingers glided over the keys. The melody grew, and the theme changed. Then he took an audible breath and, to Zelda’s delight, began to sing:

“Let’s start over again

Why can’t we start it over again?

Just let us start it over again

And we’ll be good

This time we’ll get it, hmmm get it right

It’s our last chance

To forgive ourselves.”

(song lyrics from Muse Exogenesis Symphony Pt:3)

Chapter Six - Undisclosed Desires - NSFW

“Zelda, are you listening to me?” 

Zelda’s eyes snapped open, and her cheeks flushed as if her mother had just walked in on her fantasizing rather than just calling to her over the phone. “Yes, Mom. Graduation is on the 25th. I can’t wait to see you and Dad. I need to get ready for class, okay? Love you.”

“Love you, too, honeybun.” ‘Love you, honeybun!’

Laying the phone across her belly, Zelda allowed her eyes to drift close, hoping she could return to her daydream or, even better, to sle–Brrrrringggggg! Brrrrringggggg!

“Argh!!!!” Zelda jerked the phone back to her ear. “Yes, Mom?”

“Uh. I hope I’m not your mom, ‘cuz that would be awkward and super weird.”

Oh. Link. A smile crept onto Zelda’s face, and she rolled over on her side, tucking the phone between her ear and the pillow.

Chapter Seven - Break it to Me

Zelda’s eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. Was it her imagination, or had Selmie’s hand slipped further up Link’s leg? What was Zelda seeing? Is that what she had looked like when Link played his symphony for her? She shook her head. Link wouldn’t do this to her. Would he?

If you ask me, I think she still likes him. Mipha’s words from just a week ago regarding Selmie ran unbidden through Zelda’s mind, and her brain started working overtime. What did Selmie have that Zelda didn’t? Trendy, funky hair. Muscular, athletic build. She was probably an animal in bed, and maybe Link preferred that. Sleeping with Zelda must have been like licking vanilla ice cream after developing a taste for rocky road. Since she and Selmie were petite with green eyes and pale skin, maybe he’d imagined Selmie every time he’d been with Zelda.

Oh, goddesses. Bile rose up the back of her throat when Selmie rested her head on Link’s shoulder, and he didn’t even flinch.

“Tsk. That isn’t a good look.” Zelda turned to see Revali standing behind her. The jerk had followed her just to gloat?

Chapter Eight - Map of the Problematique

“What’s he like?” 

“Sweet, kind, funny, even though his jokes are terrible. Thoughtful - he really cares about his friends.” Even creepy Ganondorf. Zelda would love to know what not-high-as-a-kite Ganondorf was like since Link hadn’t given up on his best friend yet. Maybe it was more that Link didn’t back down from a challenge, which meant there was still hope for her, no matter how the odds were stacked. “And, Mom, so talented. If you heard Link play the piano and sing…”

“It sounds like you’re already in love with this Link.” Zelda could hear the smile coloring her mother’s voice as her father chimed in from the background, ‘Who’s Link?’ 

“Someone Zelda’s met at school, hon.” ‘Are we going to meet this young man when we see her in a couple of weeks?’

Zelda rested her forehead in her hand and couldn't help but laugh. Her parents. “Maybe? I don’t know. I think I messed things up; we had a fight, and he’s gone for a week, and… I just don’t know.”

Chapter Nine - Madness - NSFW

“Yeah, about that.” Releasing her, Link slid off the seat, ruffling his hair as he stood. “I shoulda understood where you were coming from, seeing me with Selmie. It wasn’t cool how I acted. Sunday was the worst day I’ve had in a really long time. I couldn’t stop thinking about you… the hurt look on your face. It made me realize… I was thrilled when you texted me.”

Oh sweet, Hylia, what was he trying to say? What should she say? Zelda hadn’t stopped thinking about Link since she first saw him but couldn’t tell him. It was too soon for that type of confession. “Sunday wasn’t so great for me either. If I hadn’t had my research to focus on…”

“Yeah, I was glad for the distraction of traveling and setting up for our first gig.” Link turned and looked at her through the curtain of his hair. “I blew you off last week when you asked, but… I did a lot of soul-searching this week, and… there’s more between us than a good time, right?”

I'd really love to see this story top my stats on AO3. If you're over the age of 18 and haven't already, give this college au a try and leave me a Kudos and a comment if you have the time. TYSM! 😊

Interested in the songs included in this story? Below is the playlist, including the upcoming songs for Chapters 10, 11, and 12.

[markowensmile]

Paper Trails of Affection - Chapter 4 (Gary Barlow FanFiction)

Sophie watched as the arena slowly emptied out, the day's meetings finally wrapping up. The band members and crew said their goodnights one by one, eager to get some rest before another packed day of rehearsals tomorrow. Eventually, only Gary and Mark remained, huddled together over a table covered in papers and empty coffee cups.

"I'm telling you mate, a massive robot center stage would look wicked," Mark enthused, sketching energetically on a scrap of paper. "Imagine it—arms outstretched over the whole stadium, spotlights all over it. Like it's embracing the entire crowd." Gary leaned over to look, his brow furrowed in thought. "Could be a big engineering job that, getting something that huge rigged up safe. But you're right, it'd be an incredible visual. Proper iconic."

They continued brainstorming stage designs and debating concepts, getting lost in discussions of lighting rigs, video screens, and pyrotechnics as time ticked by unnoticed. Sophie sat off to the side, notepad in hand, quietly observing their creative process. She was utterly fascinated watching them work—the way they bounced rapid-fire ideas off each other and got excited about even the smallest details. They were both so passionate and knowledgeable about every aspect of putting on an amazing show. Sophie felt like she could have listened to them talk for hours on end, soaking up their enthusiasm and expertise.

Mark eventually stood up and stretched, his joints cracking audibly. "Right, I'm knackered. Better get some kip before dance rehearsals kick off." Gary chuckled with a slight hum of understanding. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow bright and early." With a cheery wave, Mark grabbed his bag and headed out, leaving Gary and Sophie alone in the cavernous space. A slightly awkward silence descended upon them, and Sophie wasn't quite sure what to say now that it was just the two of them.

She was saved from having to make small talk by her stomach suddenly letting out a huge rumbling growl. Instantly, a hot flush of embarrassment swept through her entire body, turning her cheeks a bright shade of pink.

Gary raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement. "Hungry?"

"Oh god, sorry," Sophie cringed, hiding her face in her hands. "I didn't realize how late it had gotten."

"No worries, I'm pretty famished myself," Gary reassured her kindly. He started gathering up the papers into a messy pile. "Tell you what, I know a great little sushi place not far from here. Fancy grabbing a bite? I think we've earned it after today."

Sophie hesitated for a split second. It was late, she was exhausted, and part of her wanted nothing more than to go back home and faceplant into bed. But her growling stomach and curiosity won out in the end. This would be a perfect opportunity to sit with Gary one-on-one and get to know him better, writing qualities of his into her report for work.

"Sushi sounds amazing right now," she smiled. "Lead the way!"

The night air was cool and refreshing after being cooped up inside all day. Sophie zipped up her jacket as they walked briskly down the quiet streets, the arena disappearing behind them into the darkness. It felt a bit strange, surreal even, to be strolling casually next to Gary Barlow like this, making idle chitchat about how her first day with him and the lads went. Sophie had to keep reminding herself that this was real, not some bizarre dream.

After a few minutes, Gary turned down a side street and gestured at a nondescript doorway, a warm light spilling out onto the pavement. "Here we are! Best sushi in Manchester, I reckon."

He held the door open for her, and Sophie stepped inside. Her eyebrows rose in surprise as she took in the restaurant's interior. Given Gary's star status, she'd been expecting some fancy, high-end place with crisp white tablecloths and a snooty maître d'. But this was the total opposite—a tiny, cozy space that could barely fit more than a dozen diners, with simple decor and a cheerful, bustling atmosphere that immediately put Sophie at ease.

Gary noticed her reaction and grinned. "Not what you were expecting, is it? I've been coming here for years. The food is fantastic, and it's nice to just be treated like a regular bloke instead of Gary Barlow of Take That." They managed to snag the last free table, settling in with steaming cups of fragrant green tea while they perused the menu. Everything sounded utterly delicious, and Sophie struggled to decide what to order. In the end, she deferred to Gary's expertise and let him choose a selection of his favorites for them to share.

As they waited for the food to arrive, Sophie pulled out her notepad, her journalistic instincts kicking in. She couldn't resist the opportunity to dig a little deeper with some questions while she had Gary's undivided attention like this. It was the perfect chance to get some juicy quotes for her article.

"So how does it feel to be back together and making music again after all this time? Is it like riding a bike, or have things changed a lot since the old days?" She asked, her pen poised over paper.

Gary took a contemplative sip of tea before answering. "Honestly? It feels bloody amazing. I didn't realize quite how much I'd missed it until we started up again. The rush of performing, bouncing ideas around, and being creative with my best mates. There's nothing else like it in the world."

He smiled wryly then, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "But yeah, a lot has changed too. We've all grown up, got families and responsibilities now. Can't quite go as wild as we used to back in the day. Hangovers are a right killer at this age!"

Sophie chuckled, scribbling notes as fast as she could. She was about to ask a follow up question when Gary fixed her with a playful look, one eyebrow arched. "Hang on, is this Sophie I'm talking to or the journalist? Should I be watching my words more carefully around you?"

Flustered, Sophie dropped her pen, feeling her cheeks heat up again. "Oh! No, I didn't mean... Sorry, it's just habit to always be in reporter mode. Feel free to tell me to shove off if I'm being too nosy."

"Nah, you're alright," Gary waved off her apology easily, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "I'm just pulling your leg. Ask me anything you'd like."

Relieved, Sophie retrieved her pen and continued to jot down notes as Gary candidly answered her questions.  "It's surreal, honestly," he admitted. "There is always this pressure, the expectations of the tour with us being back together... and to create a good album that our fans will like."

Sophie nodded in understanding. "I can imagine it must be overwhelming at times. How do you cope with all the scrutiny?"

Gary half smiled, a wistful expression on his face. "It's not easy, that's for sure. But I've learned to surround myself with people I trust. The lads keep me grounded. And I love writing music, but at the end of the day, the fans are the ones who make it all worthwhile."

The arrival of the food provided a welcome distraction. Sophie's eyes widened at the colorful array of sushi, sashimi, and maki rolls artfully arranged on bamboo platters. "Wow, this looks incredible! I don't even know where to start."

"Dig in," encouraged Gary, deftly wielding his chopsticks to pluck up a tuna roll. "You've got to try the chili tuna; it's a flavor revelation."

They tucked in with gusto, all talk suspended in favor of appreciative eating noises. Sophie had to admit that Gary hadn't exaggerated. It was easily some of the best sushi she'd ever tasted—fresh, flavorful, and melt-in-the-mouth delicious.

For a while, the only sounds were the clink of chopsticks against crockery and contented sighs as they savored each morsel. Sophie felt warm and relaxed, the stresses of the day dissolving with every mouthful.

"I have to ask," she said eventually, curiosity winning out over her reluctance to break the companionable silence. "What made you decide to do this comeback tour now? Why not 5 years ago or 5 years from now?" Gary popped a piece of salmon sashimi in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing and replying. "Honestly, the timing just felt right. We'd all reached a good place individually and talked out our differences, especially Rob and I. Coming back together now, we can enjoy it more, appreciate what we have. The old magic is still there, but we've got fresh perspective now too."

Sophie nodded, scrawling his answer down verbatim. "That makes a lot of sense. It must be nice to come at it from a more grounded, mature place."

"Don't get me wrong; we still know how to have a laugh," Gary added with a wry smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Put the five of us together, and we revert to being teenagers half the time, messing about. But yeah, overall, we're more focused on putting on a quality show and making it a special experience for us and the fans."

The conversation flowed on easily, fueled by endless green tea and warming sake. Gary was so open and easy to talk to, his natural charisma shining through. Sophie felt like she could ask him anything, and he'd answer with thoughtful honesty. Bit by bit, the larger-than-life pop star faded away, replaced by just Gary—down to earth, funny, caring.

"Now that I have a bit about the band, what about you personally?" Sophie asked, emboldened by the sake and the intimacy of their private dinner. "Who is Gary Barlow? Is he single? The fans want to know more about you, of course," she added hurriedly, trying to cover the fact that it was not just her journalist self-answering but her own burning curiosity too, prompting the rather personal question. She rationalized her somewhat intrusive question, arguing to herself that the more intimate details she could uncover, the more compelling and insightful her feature would be in the end.

Gary's smile dimmed a little, and he looked down, fiddling with his chopsticks. He took a shallow breath before answering, his voice carefully neutral. "No, there is no one special in my life right now." Sophie could feel his discomfort as his face stiffened, a pensive expression settling over his handsome features. She didn't pry any further, sensing she'd inadvertently touched upon a sensitive subject. As much as her journalistic instincts yearned to delve deeper into the enigma of how a man of his caliber and charm could possibly be unattached, she reluctantly let the matter rest for the time being. After all, they had only just met, and Sophie hoped that, given the opportunity to build a rapport and put him at ease, she might be able to broach the question again at a more opportune moment in the future.

Before Sophie knew it, empty plates were being cleared away, and the restaurant staff were starting to close up around them. She checked her watch and was shocked to see it was well past midnight already. The time had simply flown by in Gary's company.

"Wow, I had no idea it was so late," she said guiltily as they stepped outside into the now chilly night. "I'm so sorry for keeping you out this late, Gary; you must be exhausted." She thought of all the questions she'd peppered him with and how tired he must be after rehearsing all day, only to be subjected to an impromptu interview over dinner.

But he waved away her apology with a kind smile. "I was the one who asked you to join me, remember? Besides, I enjoyed our chat. Let me call us a cab; it's too late to walk back to the arena to get our cars now." He made the call, and they waited in companionable silence, shoulders brushing as they huddled in a doorway out of the wind. The cab ride passed quickly, the motion of the car causing them to lean into each other slightly every time they went over a bump. Each time, their eyes would meet, and they'd smile apologetically before looking away again, as if the accidental contact was solely due to the uneven road. All too soon, the car came to a halt outside Sophie's house. Gary gallantly slid out and held the door open for her, ever the gentleman. As she clambered out, he smiled at her warmly.

"This was nice. I'm glad we did this," he said, his voice soft and sincere.

Sophie beamed back at him, her cheeks starting to ache from smiling so much. "Me too. Thanks for suggesting it. And thank you for being so generous with your time and your stories tonight. This has been invaluable for my article."

"No worries," Gary replied easily. "Thanks for the company. It was really nice to just sit and chat with you, Sophie."

They lingered on the pavement, neither making a move to leave just yet, reluctant to say goodnight. Sophie racked her brain for a casual way to prolong the evening just a little bit more. Maybe she could invite him in for a coffee? Ask him a few more questions. But she knew it was late, and they both needed sleep before another full-on day tomorrow.

"Well, I guess this is goodnight then," she said finally. "See you bright and early for rehearsals?" Gary nodded, his own smile tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "I'll be there with bells on. Well, maybe not actual bells. That would be distracting for the dance routines."

Sophie laughed and, on impulse, reached out to give him a quick hug, wrapping her arms around his solid frame. "Night Gary. And thanks again, for everything," she murmured into his shoulder.

"Anytime," he said softly, squeezing her gently before letting go. "Sweet dreams, Sophie."

With a final smile and wave, he turned and got back into the waiting cab. Sophie watched until the car disappeared around the corner, a huge grin plastered on her face that she couldn't seem to wipe off.

As she finally let herself into her flat and got ready for bed, she knew she wouldn't be forgetting this night anytime soon. Her notepad was crammed with juicy quotes and insights to craft into her article, the story already taking shape in her mind.

But more than that, she felt like she'd made a real, genuine connection with Gary tonight, beyond just journalist and subject. The easy camaraderie and flow of conversation, the way he made her laugh, how attentively he listened to her... The ice was well and truly broken between them.

She couldn't wait to find out what the rest of her time on tour would bring, both professionally and personally. The prospect filled her with nervous excitement, making her heart race. One thing was certain: it was going to be the article of a lifetime.

[gabriel-if-you-must]

Jeremiah Greene

Jeremiah Greene died recently. I saw he had been diagnosed with stage 4 cancer a few days ago and then the next time I saw his name he had died. He was and is my favourite drummer of all time. I’m going to try and collect how his passing has made me feel in this entry.

I’ve recently turned 22. I can’t help but be insincere. I can’t be elegiac or write paeans. I can’t play the drums. I don’t have an entrance to death or to music at the moment. I can only try and write what I feel. I discovered this band before I had finished high school. When Jeremiah finished high school he and his friends headed in a van to cross the country playing music from their first album. They’d write the Lonesome Crowded West, one of my favourite albums of all time, while on that trip. I’ve always loved the album even before I knew it in its entirety. It was a world of truck drivers, caravan parks, alcoholism and being the only kid in school that cared. They were concepts I had currency in and it was a vocabulary I already had utterances in.

So I’m older and younger than him and still young. Yeah.

I’m always reminded of motion by Modest Mouse. Cars and highways and shrubland overlooked by passing front lights and the sort of motion my great-grandfather knew nothing about. I don’t drive ; I can’t drive. I do my best on buses and skiffs passing industrial dockyards to lay claim to that sort of motion. I think it’s restlessness and Jeremiah always displayed it the best. There was an insistence I heard in his drumming. To never be tired and to never be weak. To pledge allegiance to horsepower and slip roads. Isaac’s lyrics described to me a childhood that never existed and Jeremiah’s drumming told me about the escape from it. Never falter if you can help it. Never be cruel or cowardly.

Jeremiah said his inspiration from drumming came from the songs of the band Fugazi, which I disagree. (you see what I meant about insincerity?) Fugazi always seemed as if they project outward to me. A noise that cancels out the noise that could exist in its space simply by its existence. Early Modest Mouse never felt that way. There’s a part of one of the Dark Tower books by Stephen King where the protagonists encounter a bear automaton that has spent thousands of years being harried, scratched and bitten by mechanical flies until it’s all the way to insane. I can approach the music of a wounded animal ; I know what it sounds like. The drumming of modest mouse sounded to me like the glumness of a skin infection. A misery that can’t have the weeks lost in it be justified many years later.

 To me, Modest Mouse would construct and tinker with these delicate machines and then take them down again. Sometimes there would be moments of eruption and other times just minutes of fading into stillness. You can see it on the last tracks of their best albums ; The Lonesome Crowded West and the Moon & Antarctica. On What People are made of, on the latter, the vocalist howls out an answer to the premise of the song title. They ain’t made of nothing but water and shit!

And there’s a call. There’s a big cry. Sic em Dog. And Jeremiah’s drums really explode. It sounds like he’s banging on the hull of a huge cargo freighter by the end. This loud, ferocious drumming to scare the inhabitants of the Island of Doctor Moreau. It doesn’t feel like a battle cry. Like a last warning before darkness. Before the fuel tanks fill and the radiation chambers disperse. Whatever. A final drum roll and then silence.

On It’s All On Ice, Alright, the second half of the closing track of the Lonesome Crowded West, the band give over almost 2 minutes just to Jeremiah and his kit. The album has plenty of long songs that spill over and continue far beyond the chorus and verse expected of such a performance but it’s never just one voice in the foreground. Jeremiah goes and doesn’t shut up. You’re exhausted if you try and keep up.

There’s a breathless quality to it all and then a slow sense of completion. There’s no more speed or gristle or glory. There’s silence once you’re done speaking. And I'm done speaking. I'm done trying to convert all that water and shit into a lasting and authoritative contribution.

R.I.P Jeremiah. You will be missed.

[mendesblurb]

So I just basically died when Chris Martin said that Dakhota was his universe. so I was wondering whether you could write something about Shawn live performance singing ”always been you” then he will say something like shout out to the woman I love, points at the reader and he also said “ I love you baby.”

His Universe

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning: fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

Note: finally after days of not writing, I finally have some idea. This is a special story and I just wanna say that I appreciate everyone. Truly everyone, I don’t think I need to mention again but shout out to my bestie, bby, bean, my angels ( you know who you are). Thank you guys for being my literal rock and thank you for always being one chat away.

It would be a lie to say that Shawn’s palms were not sweaty, that he wasn’t laughing nervously or wasn't close to hyperventilating. It would be a complete fabrication to say that his insides weren't churning.

Many people thought that maybe after all this time, he wouldn’t be this nervous anymore. But, that’s not true. He will always feel nervous and especially right now.

Shawn does have this love when it comes about about performing, he truly love it. It was his passion, and seeing all his fans will make him so happy.

There’s just something wonderful about getting up on stage to sing and a crowd of people will sing along excitedly.

There’s always something special about singing a song for a crowd of people, especially when you spend months at the studio working on it and especially when you wrote it for a special someone.

But tonight was different, Shawn could feel the nerves in his stomach acting up and rioting, and his heart was beating rather faster than nornal. He didn't know if you would like what he was going to do, but he knew one thing. He needs to do this, he can only hope you will like it too.

“3..2..1.., we are ready when you are Shawn.” The crew said as he signal Shawn through the earpiece.

“I hope everyone is having fun. I want to thank all of you for coming tonight. So before we wrap up, I would like to sing one last song.” Shawn smiled and instantly everyone the in the stadium screamed excitedly.

Shawn slowly walked to the center of the gigantic stage, the thrumming in his veins louder than anything he had ever heard in his life.

“Okay, so for the next song. This is for a special someone who doesn’t know how precious their existence made me feel.”

It's a fairytale I can't explain

Then Shawn took a deep breath and launched into the chorus, filling every note with his feelings, his love.

Full of words I don't know how to say

And without a little twist of fate

I know I'd still be searching, baby

As he was singing, behind him pictures started to appear on the huge screen. They showed exactly the lyrics of the song and who he was doing all this all for. At once, the whole stadium understood what he was singing so passionately about.

I swear that you've been sent to save me

You're the only one that my heart keeps coming back to

Pictures of you and Shawn appeared and disappeared: Some that were taken by Connor and others that Shawn had on his phone. There were quite a few where the two of you were nestled together backstage. In another, where you make silly faces on a photobooth, in another where Connor capture the two of you taking a nap together at the studio.

There was even a video of you giggling while dancing goofily and the minute you realised he was taking a video you covered your face in embarrassment.

Screams were heard in the audience as they realized the singer was telling them about you, his girl. Finally, after months of hiding your relationship. Tonight was the night that he finally tells the world about you.

It's always been you, it's always been you

Combined with his love of performing, Shawn’s love for you and your relationship spilled over into the song. He was trying to sound decipherable, but he was probably butchering the words. All that mattered was that his point got across.

He never once feel pressured to tell the world, but he felt that you deserve someone who will show their love for you. The world will be scary afterwards, he’s aware of that; but he can only promise you that he will hold you close, kiss your forhead and hold your hand through it all.

Together, the two of you can conquer anything. He know that, and he will make sure that you know that at the end of the day, haters can say whatever but they can never ever lessen or made him doubt the relationship and love you two share with each other.

He glanced at where you are standing and saw you singing along and smiling widely at him.

Everyone and everything seem to disappear as he felt like he was just that ordinary guy with a guitar on stage and all he could see is you.

All he could see was his girl, who he dedicate this song to. All he could see was the love of his life and his biggest supporter simply standing there looking as beautiful as ever.

Like you've known me for a thousand years

You were simply beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. You were beautiful, for simply being you. You were beautiful, for the sparkle he could see in your eyes when you talked about something you loved. You were beautiful when you were laughing uncontrollably and feeling shy the minute you saw him staring at you. You were beautiful when you were there for him at his worst times, you were beautiful when he could see the crinkles at your eyes whenever you smile. No, you weren’t just beautiful for your looks. You were beautiful, deep down to your soul. And for all that, Shawn loves you more than life.

The boy who's really underneath

All the scars and insecurities, baby

He was certain that at the end of the day, all he needed was to be seen as that simple guy who wrote a song for his girl because he didn’t know how else to tell her that he that she’s the one.

She’s the one who have seen all his darkest fears, she’s the one who trail kisses over his scars and makes his insecurities fade away. She’s the one who still give him butterflies, he can’t help but feel all the butterflies when he look into her eyes because he can’t believe how lucky he is. He would like to believe that for the rest of his life, she’s the one who would constantly give him butterflies because she’s the one, that his heart keep coming back to.

It's always been you

As the final strum of the guitar faded, Shawn looked out into the crowd once more before bowing and exiting the stage.

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[alpacaparkaseok]

Could you repeat the question?

pairing: Taehyung x reader, oc x Yeonjun (TXT)

premise: a joint interview with your group, BTS, and TXT two months after you met your soulmate.

word count: 2k

[2/2] continuation of Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself

requested by anon - a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post! 

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“Please don’t tell them.”

“Me? Why would I say anything?”

“You...you have that look.”

Yeonjun whirls around to face Taehyung, who just entered the room. “Do I have a look?”

Taehyung winks at you in greeting, something that nearly makes you swoon and your group members snicker. 

“A look?” He frowns for a moment before giving his dongsaeng a pitiful smile. “Oh yeah, you do. Definitely.” Taehyung smiles at Jiwoo, my band member who is busy sending death glares at her soulmate. “He’s gonna spill it.”

Yeonjun jumps up from his seat at the same time Taehyung settles down beside you, placing his arm on the back of the couch and brushing your hair off to the side. It’s enough to make goosebumps rise on your skin, which of course he notices. 

Oh, how you’d like to wipe that knowing little smirk off his face right now. 

“I can’t believe this! I’m not going to say a thing-”

“Yeonjun, and I’m saying this with love, if you say a single thing about it, I will personally unplug your refrigerator when you least expect it.”

Your attention is pulled away when you feel Taehyung leaning in to whisper something in your ear. “So, do we know what they’re arguing about?”

You can’t help but giggle. “Nope. Jiwoo won’t say anything.”

“Neither will Yeonjun.”

The smitten couple have been teasingly arguing for the entirety of the morning, leaving the rest of us in complete and utter confusion. 

Oh well, I suppose it’ll help make the broadcast a bit more exciting. 

It’s been two months since Jiwoo and I first *ahem* teleported to our soulmates at the MAMA awards. Or rather, since I landed in Taehyung’s lap and Jiwoo was nearly knocked unconscious when Yeonjun was thrown into her at full force. Of course, Jiwoo claims that it was horribly embarrassing, to which I’m always quick to say that she should feel lucky that at least she didn’t end up in a grown man’s lap. For all to see, no less. 

Ari, our other group member, just rolls her eyes and tells us that beggars can’t be choosers. 

Yeah, whatever that means. 

The past two months have been busy, with hardly enough time to spend with my soulmate. Between the busy schedules and BTS and TXT and our own schedule, we’ve had to settle for late-night FaceTimes and the occasional lunch at the Bighit building. I’ve become really good at sneaking in and out of that building in broad daylight - so far I have yet to be discovered. 

Today, however, is an important one. It’s our first official schedule together as soulmates. Naturally, all three groups have come together for the interview/variety show. 

“Alright, time to head on!” A manager shouts into the room, and suddenly there’s a flurry of movement as we all head toward the door. “I need all the soulmates to stick to their own groups, ok? We don’t want to be causing a riot today.”

Right. With a gloomy expression, Taehyung parts from me to head back to his members. Jiwoo and I glue ourselves to Ari’s side, much to her chagrin. “Ready?”

Both you and Jiwoo respond simultaneously. “Nope.”

Ari just sighs, feigning annoyance. Together, the three of you await your cue as one by one, your groups are introduced. 

TXT goes first, the hosts making a big deal out of swooning over Soobin who now has a cult of his own due to his MC abilities. They make a show of handing the microphone over to him, begging him to take it over from there. He politely declines, while the rest of the boys bicker and chat in the background. 

Then your group is called out, and you find yourself walking out before a huge crowd. You didn’t realize that many people could fit in this building, but here they are. And all of them are here for the same reason: to get a look at the soulmate couples that have newly formed. 

And that have been trending on Twitter and Tumblr for two solid months, breaking all kinds of records. 

As BTS is introduced with an almost reverent tone, you understand why you’ve been trending for so long.

It has a lot to do with one of the men walking out right now, smiling at the crowd and waving, graciously bowing his way across the stage. 

Taehyung wears a gray casual suit which has him looking like he just stepped off a photoshoot. Hair perfectly styled and eyes glowing with adoration for the fans that roar and wave, he commands the entire room with a single raise of his eyebrows. 

Your soulmate, ladies and gentlemen. 

Today is the day where you prove to the rest of the world how much of a perfect match you are for this man. The notion is terrifying. 

“Wow!” The host, a jovial man named Donghyun shouts out, exaggerating how amazed he is by the crowd’s reaction to all three groups sharing the same stage. Indeed, it’s a rare sight. “Ok! Should we get started?”

After a few minutes of more introductions, a few cursory questions (he asks Yeonjun what he’s been up to recently and you’re pretty sure Jiwoo manages to telepathically threaten him, because he chooses the most vague answer imaginable), and instructions on how to begin the next activities, you’re off to the races. 

Painting races, that it. 

Donning a frock and eyeing the empty canvas before you, you glare at your opponent across the way. Taehyung, to his credit, refrains from winking at you. He thinks you’re adorable when you’re flustered, but now’s not the time. 

“Taehyung-ssi!”

Taehyung blinks up at Donghyun. “Yes?”

“Are you going to let your soulmate win?”

The game is simple: paint the listed object with as much detail as possible in a sixty second period. The others will have to guess what it is. 

Taehyung pouts his lips a bit, glancing over at you with a glint in his eye. “I’ll have to see, I think.”

Donghyun chuckles into the mic, turning to face you. “What about you? If Taehyung-ssi falls behind, will you help him win?”

You wiggle your eyebrows at your soulmate, heart soaring when he delivers a boxy grin. “Oh, of course not. I came to compete, not hold hands.”

The crowd bursts out laughing, and someone yells out, “I’ll hold his hand for you!”

You all dissolve into a fit of laughter at that, your cheeks blushing madly. “Yeah, thanks for the offer,” you say between giggles. Readying your paint brush, you wait for the signal. 

You’ve been given the word ‘Iceland’, which you figure shouldn’t be too hard. 

What you failed to account for was the fact that you’re perhaps the worst painter you know. What should look like a globe looks like a basketball and what should be a cube of ice instead looks like nothing more than a cardboard box. 

In the end, you’re pretty sure you laugh more than you paint. Your team members, consisting of a mix from both teams, look utterly confused at the end product. Eventually it’s Jin - who happens to be on Taehyung’s team - that accidentally calls out the answer. 

The rest of the games pass by in a blur of laughter and covert glances toward Taehyung. He always manages to find a way to make you laugh, even though he remains on the other side of the stage for the most part. You don’t miss all of the fans that look at him dreamily, and you can only hope that they’re happy with your overall performance today. 

At the end, you all squeeze onto a couple of couches. Donghyun makes a fuss over allowing the soulmates to sit together, and you can’t hide your smile as a beet-red Yeonjun sidles down to the couch to sit beside Jiwoo, placing his hands in his lap and trying not to do anything that will go viral. 

Taehyung sits on your right, crossing his arms in a way that pulls on his suit jacket enough to expose the outline of his biceps. You catch your eyes wandering, snapping your attention back to the front where Donghyun reads some questions off of a card. 

“I believe that this was the first time soulmates have met while performing at MAMA, is that correct? What were your first thoughts when you suddenly found yourselves face to face with your soulmate?”

The four of you that now have all the attention riding on your shoulders look to each other for help. Finally, with a racing heart, you answer first.

“I think the obvious answer is that I was shocked,” you smile as knowing chuckles ripple through the room. “But I was also really grateful, because Taehyung was so kind and understanding. The staff were very professional and helped us quickly. Overall, I really can’t imagine it having happened in any other way.”

There’s a few ooh’s and aww’s that greet your ears, but you look down at your lap as you blush. Taehyung slightly nudges your knee with his own, and in that simple movement you feel the comfort that he’s trying to give you. 

“I’d actually been talking to Jiminie earlier about soulmates,” Taehyung pipes up. 

“Oh, yeah! That’s right!” Jimin says, giving his friend a slap on the shoulder. “What are the odds?”

Taehyung flashes a shy smile. “I told him that I felt like I was ready. It can be strangely lonely sometimes, and there are times when I just felt like I was missing something. Now, all I have to do is pick up my phone and my missing piece is on the other side, ready to talk with me.”

Now people are really swooning, you included. You dare to peek over at your soulmate, heart nearly melting when you see that his shy smile is paired with pink cheeks. You wish that you could snuggle up to him right now, but that would definitely not end well. Instead, you lightly nudge his knee with your own, returning the little slice of comfort he provided you earlier. 

“And you two?” Dongyun asks after wiping fake tears away from his eyes. 

Yeonjun chews on his bottom lip, Jiwoo too lost in thought to notice that he has that look again. 

“I, er...” Yeonjun begins, squirming a little in his seat. “I was...really happy.”

Donghyun urges Yeonjun to continue. “Of course you were! What about finding Jiwoo made you so happy?”

Jiwoo looks up in horror, but it’s too late. Yeonjun has already opened his mouth and begun to speak. 

“I was so happy because the first thing she said to me was that she thought I was so hot.”

Radio silence. 

And then-

“Oh-ho!! Yeonjunnie you’re so dead!” Hueningkai laughs, and soon everyone follows suit. Even Donghyun has to throw his hand over his mouth to keep himself from snorting with laughter. 

Jiwoo looks at Yeonjun, who completely avoids her gaze as he stares unblinking at the floor. Then, quietly enough for nobody to hear except for you who sits beside her, she whispers, “Say goodbye to all the perishable items in your fridge.”

In the chaos that ensues, Taehyung discreetly traces circles against your arm and mumbles, “Why didn’t you say that to me when we first met?”

You smack his shoulder. “I should be asking you the same thing!”

Just before everything calms down again, Taehyung leans over to grab the abandoned canvas on the ground. Taking the still-wet paint and dipping his finger into it, he draws something out on it. Nudging you to get your attention, he flashes the canvas for you to see, hiding it from the cameras. 

It’s hard to keep a neutral expression as you see his handiwork. It’s just six words, but they’re enough to have your entire face flushed a moment later. 

I think you’re hotter than Yeonjun ;)

Stifling a laugh, you roll your eyes. “I hope you know I’m keeping that,” you mumble. Taehyung grins.

“Great. We’ll get it framed.”

A few days later, you do. It hangs in the front room of your apartment, for all to see. And for Jiwoo to loathe, as it serves as a constant reminder of her embarrassing first words to her soulmate.

Oh well. In the words of Ari, “Beggars can’t be choosers.”

masterlist

[hwrryscherry]

The one where Harry & Model Y/N do a interview together.

NOT MY GIF

blurb: Harry and Model Y/N do their first ever interview together on the Late Late Show with James Corden and they play "Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts".

word count: 2.12K

I loved this concept SO much!!! And I really hope you guys like it too. Thank you anon for requesting this😍😍😍

The Late Late Show with James Corden producers called you and Harry trying to book you both to be on the show and to an interview together. You have to admit it that you got nervous; of course you had been through tons of interviews before but to do a double interview with Harry is a whole new level. You both are really private about your relationship and it's kinda rare to actually see one of you talking details of it, and it also had something to do about the larries fans. You were really concerned about them, you never want to disrespect them or even upset them in some way, even though some of them made fun of your relationship, they're still Harry's fans and you respect all of his fans without exception. But anyway, after a lot of talking between your management and between both of you too, you agreed to go and also felt a lot more comfortable because it was going to be with James, that was already friends of you guys.

It was set up that you both will be playing a game in the show called ''Spill your guts or fill your guts'', which actually worried you a little because of the hard questions but besides that, you were really calm, Harry made you calm. He was so great at calming you, I think it's the fact that those past 2 years you both had been through ups and downs and you got quite great at calming each other. And by the way, your man looked SO nice! You were kinda matching actually, as you both were wearing grey. You were in a grey suit and Harry had a grey sweater on looking stunning.

James called both of you on stage and you entered smiling and waving to the crowd as yoi walked towards James's direction. Harry gave him a big hug and you followed by hugging James as well. You both sat in the couch besides James's desk as the crowd got more silenced.

— It's so great to have you here! — James said to you both as he sat down on his chair — Honestly, I really thought you wouldn't accept!

— Oh, Y/N didn't want to! — Harry said quickly making you give him a slightly slap on his arm — Sorry, we had to discuss it! — Harry corrected himself making the crowd and James laugh.

— I never said I didn't want to! I said WE HAD to discuss it! — You corrected him making an emphasis on the ''we had''.

— Alright that's acceptable! Anyway — James looked at the papers on his hand and then back at you — How are you guys doing? I feel like I haven't seen you both in months because you always disappear!

— We've been good! — Harry said while playing with his rings in his hand. You crossed your legs as James stared at you. You couldn't help but start laughing a little because he was fixedly looking at you at that made you a little nervous!

— Yeah, we're pretty good! It's been a nice year! — You answered honestly — And we don't disappear! We just... I mean, I feel like there are times when we actually kinda get away from the world a bit. I truly don't know why. We just focus on spending some quality time together as a couple because we both work so much and we spend a lot of time traveling so it's something really important to keep the relationship stable. And we do it specially in the begging of the year, because that's when we celebrate our anniversary, so I guess it's just a habit that we have to disconnect and enjoy our time together so we can just focus on us and what we expect from the relationship on the following year. And it's the best time to do it because the holidays just happened and he have a little no work time to really be just us.

— Oh right! And how long have you been together by the way? — James asked, he actually knew the answer of that because you're all pretty great friends and you and Harry actually hangs out a lot with James and his wife.

— It's been two years now! — You answered.

— Yeah, it's been a bit now! — Harry completed.

— Oh so, you both weren't dating on the VS Show 2017? Because there were a lot of rumors by the end of the show! — James asked.

— We were not! We actually met at the VS, we took a long time to actually start dating, we started dating in early january 2018, I guess — Harry answered as he slided his hand on his perfectly styled hair.

— Oh, I see... And do you guys plan the future? — James asked making you and Harry exchange looks while smiling at each other — Oh, I like that look... Marriage? Kids? We ALL want to know!

— I mean... yeah! It's almost impossible to be this long in a relationship and not plan it! — Harry said — And I feel like we enjoy a lot of the time we spent together, it's been quite a journey and it's nice to have someone that you really care about and you want to have a future with by your side at some of the most important moments of your life, but I think we both agree that we still have a lot of things to experience before taking this step, you know, the marriage step. But yeah, I can't wait for a time when this is going to be a thing for us! I'd marry her in a heart beat and she knows it! — Harry said. He looked focused while talking but as soon as he felt your gaze towards him, he blushed and started smiling like a little boy who just got his favorite candy.

— So, you won't pop the question anytime soon? — James asked teasing Harry about his reaction over your gaze. As James were close friends with you guys, he knew how much you loved each other and actually everyone could see how Harry kisses the floor you walk by. He is head over heels for you and he melted anytime your hand touched him and anytime you smiled or even looked at him. Everyone who was close to you guys would know that you're the one for him and he's the one for him.

— I mean... — Harry had a cheeky smile on his lips — Who knows.. The year is just starting, 2020 it's a new year!

— And what's your thoughts on that, Y/N? — James asked looking at your blushed and smiley face.

— I agree with whatever he said! I was actually too distracted admiring his beauty to hear what he said. — You joked making Harry blush even more. You were head over heels about his man and this man only, totally in love with him.

— Alright so, on the next block we'll "Spill your guts or fill your guts'' where you'll see Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N answering the most crazy questions! We'll be right back! — James said to the camera that stopped filming immediately. You both stand up and walked with James to the other spot in the stage where the game was set up. It was a big rounded table with some of the most disgusting things you've ever saw and smelled. Apparently James wasn't going to play with both of you, but you could also see there was bull penis, cod sperm, chocolate cockroaches, hot sauce, 1.000 year old eggnod and banana smoothie in the table. But anyway, you just chatted with Harry and James until it was time to start shooting again.

— So, we're back, and we're about to start playing ''Spill your guts or fill your guts''. — Harry said as the camera started filming again — And apparently, I'm going to host this part, unless you want to? — Harry asked looking at you across the table.

— No, you can do it! — You answered as you sat straight in the chair looking at the things in the table — I'm nervous I've never done this before.

— Oh yeah, you've never done it! Well that's exciting! — Harry said before letting a small evil laugh leave his lips making you laugh as well and roll your eyes — Ladies first! — Harry said and you took a deep breath before taking a paper card in your hands. — So what am I eating? — Harry said as you both looked to the table.

— I guess...hum.. you can stay with the hot sauce! — You said cheeky smiling at him spinning the table to put the hot sauce in front of him.

— You know how much I hate hot sauce! — Harry said frustated while looking at the sauce.

— I know! — You said right before you whispered a low ''oh god'' before reading the paper — I love this! — You said laughing a little — Alright, Harry explain to the world the meaning of ''Watermelon Sugar'' — You said laughing as you watched Harry's face goes red when he listens to what you asked.

— Well... — He took a deep breath before laughing a little. He's face went completly red as he thought of explaining it — I guess it's about, hum.. Giving pleasure...to your significant other...hm.. by eating a watermelon! — He said pausing a little containing his laugh. Of course everyone knew the real meaning of Watermelon Sugar but neither of you had ever actually defined it with the exact words about the meaning.

— Alright! That was good!...Very convincing! — You looked at him with a slightly mocking expression as you saw Harry trying to decide on what he's gonna make you try.

— Let's go with the banana smoothie! — Harry said with a huge malicious smile on his lips.

— No fucking way! — You said immediately. Harry knew how much you hated banana, actually you'd rather die than eating a banana, so he just laughs — Harry...

— It's a game! You gave me the hot sauce, I'll give you the banana smoothie! — He said and you tried your best to do your pity face, even with the doggy eyes basically begging for him to chose everything else except the banana smoothie. — Alright, alright — Harry sighed making you smile as he now changed the banana smoothie to the bull penis. It was bad, but way better than banana. Harry got a paper card and laughed a little when he read what was written — You're one of the most notable supermodels on your generation and also are friends with some of the greatest models from your time. Rate Kendall, Gigi and Bella to best to the worst catwalks.

— Oh god! — You covered your face with your hands making Harry laughs out loud. You looked at the bull penis quietly and then at Harry again — I feel like I could answer, right?

— I feel like I could answer! — Harry completed putting an emphasis on the ''I could'' making you laugh and then slide your right hand through your hair.

— We've talked about this before, I know, but it was a healthy gossip between a couple... — You said staring at Harry's face thinking — I'd say... — You started but then stopped as the crowd cheered a bit.

— Just eat the penis! — Harry says quickly after letting out a long breath and making you laugh a little by the controversing of the words of your easily jealous boyfriend.

— If I might say, I'm very surprised you're asking me to eat another penis! — You answered quickly seeing Harry's eyes widen at you as he had a big smile on his face.

— I mean, it's just bull penis! — He said and you just agreed looking at the penis again — I mean, I could help you answer this.. Blink twice if the worst one is...

— I'M EATING THE PENIS! — You shouted getting one of them in your hand and just throwing it in your mouth chewing it slowing with a very ugly face because you knew Harry would actually say it, he can be the next gossip girl. — This is disgusting! This is probably the worst thing I've ever putted on my mouth.

— That's funny I thought you liked a penis in your mouth! — Harry said lowly making you literally choke and spit the bull penis in the small bucket you had in your hand and then drinking water as you tried to contain your laugh — But I mean, how much horrible things have you ever put on your mouth, right?

— That's not the point! Focus on the game! — You said as you looked through the rest of the things in the table — As I ate the penis, I'll give you the cod sperm so we can match later. — You said positioning the cod sperm in front of him — Actually, how did they got the sperm out of the cod? — You asked and Harry laugh looking at it as he said he had no idea. You picked another paper card and let out a loud laugh — I LOVE this game! Between Niall, Louis, Liam and Zayn, rank their solo careers to best to... — You laugh at the exact moment Harry covered his forehead with his head. He got the napkin beside him and wrapped it around his neck, then he got the fork with the cod sperm and stared at it quietly.

— Just put it in your mouth and swallow. Don't look at it! — You said innocently making the crowd laugh and Harry to look at you with a mocking expression while trying to contain his smile.

— Right, because ''don't look at it, just swallow'' fixes everything. What are you gonna tell me now? Should I spit or should I swallow? — Harry joked making you laugh realizing what you actually said.

— I mean, I'd swallow it! — You said joking back while holding back your laugh. Even though you were actually shy, you and Harry were used to always making sexual jokes so it was normal to you, and very funny too as you'd do it all the time. But Harry did as you said and threw it in his mouth, but he spit on the bucket beside him. It was your time again and he chose the chocolate Cockroaches and read the last question.

— Who is the most surprising celeb to ever slide into your DMs? — Harry asked making you smile thinking if you should tell it or not even though you knew exactly who it was and so did Harry. You'd always tell each other when someone flirted with you because this helped a lot to deal with all the being extremaly jealous story — WHO IS HE? — Harry joked making you let out a laugh.

— I mean.. I'd say you, for sure! I was really surprised! — You said making him smile because even though he knew you were very excited when he answered your DM, he was definetly not the most surprising celeb to slide into your DMS but he accepted the answer either way.

— Alright, this was fun! — Harry said finishing the game and then the camera came back to James and the new guest of the show.

You and Harry left the studio of The Late Late Show in NYC and grabbed dinner at a french restaurant in the city exactly like you both said you'd do in the end of the night. In the restaurant, you basically talked about the game and how fun it was to do this together and how much you loved going through new experiences together and how much you wanted to see what the future will bring to both of you, because even though the future was uncertain, you both had 100% of certain you wanted to spend it together.

[nagito-kissmaeda]

We have another marvelous piece by our anonymous smut writer! It's very very good stuff. I cannot tear my thoughts away from Nagito in a bunny outfit and just, huge heels. So......tall......yum.....and you've written him in a way that makes him seem almost, elegant....so wonderful to read and the smut was GREAT, there's an...intimacy to it even though they are just two strangers aha. Awesome awesome work! Thank you for sharing!

Fic below the cut.

contains: explicit sexual content, fem reader, unprotected sex

The colored lights cast a pinkish hue over your drink. You swirl it around before downing the rest of the glass. Tonight has been very dull, and none of the dancers upstage seem to catch your eye. A sigh escapes you as you get up for a refill, giving the dancers another uninterested glance on your way. That's when you catch him walking into the stage.

He stands tall with black heeled boots, small chains clinking around his ankles with every step. His skin is pale, faintly glowing pink against the lights. A tight, black bunny suit hugs his slim body, and you can see matching bunny ears popping out of cloud-like fluffy white hair. His fingers reach out to wrap around the pole, and you feel as if you couldn't look away if you wanted to.

He looks shy, and for a second you wonder if this could be his first time. Yet his movements are so elegantly smooth, like he could do this in his sleep. You step closer, squirming through the crowd until you stand right in front of him. His back presses against the metal and he spins, looking directly at you. You're close enough to see his cheeks are flushed, lips slightly parted and tilted up into a small smile. He slides down, spreading his legs and arching his back. His head lolls to the side and you reach out your hand, a generous tip between your fingers. He crawls over to you, letting you slip the money into his outfit. You choose to place it underneath his headband, subtly running your fingers through his soft hair. He takes your hand as you pull away, placing a gentle kiss to the inside of your wrist.

"Thank you, love."

His voice is velvety, tickling your ears. You can feel your heart rate picking up, eyes glued to those grey-green ones. He is absolutely ethereal, and his touch lingers long after he's gone. Your eyes follow him around the room, chasing after that pretty boy in a bunny suit. He stops by the bar, and you walk over to him. He looks even taller when you stand next to him. He turns around, and smiles. Your chest feels warm.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Oh, there's no need. Are you looking for a private dance?"

The barista hands him his drink, and you watch as he takes a sip.

"Straight to the point, are we? I wouldn't say no to one, but I was hoping I could get your name first."

He lets out a small laugh, and you smile. He swipes your hair away from your face, and his fingers slide down to your chin.

"Nagito. You can call me whatever you want, though." - he looks down to your lips, and back into your eyes. - "And what should I call you?"

He tests your name on his tongue, whispering it back to himself and smiling. Nagito offers you his hand, and runs his thumb over your knuckles as he takes you to one of the private rooms. He locks the door and steps closer to you. You reach for his face and he leans down, letting your other hand rest on his neck.

"Say.. what if I wanted something other than a dance?"

Nagito hums, looking down at you with half lidded eyes as he nuzzles into your palm. He smiles, placing his hands on your waist and leaning down until you can feel his breath against your lips.

"I think that can be arranged."

He kisses you eagerly, relishing in the feeling of your hands running over his body. Nagito lets out a little moan when you squeeze his ass, lightly pushing you onto the bed. He crawls on top of you, sitting on your lap as he kisses you with more fervor. His lips slip down your jawline and to your neck, suckling carefully as to not leave any marks. You can feel him grind down against your thigh, his hands slipping under your shirt. You push him back and latch onto his neck, and he sighs contently as you suck a small bruise on the spot.

Nagito is shameless in his love for attention, helping you pull down his outfit and pushing his chest out. You lean down and pull one of his nipples into your mouth, tugging on the other with your fingers as his dig into your hair and run up your back. He whines when you bite down, shivering when your hand runs down his stomach and dips down just below his hips.

"Wait, stop just a little bit."

His voice sounds breathier as he stops your hand, getting up and stripping completely naked. You crawl over and place your hands on his hips, gripping tightly and pulling him closer. You lick a tentative stripe up his shaft, earning a gasp.

"That's not what I- Ah!"

His fingers get buried in your hair, stroking it as you try to take him in deeper. Nagito gasps and moans, watching the way you press your thighs together as he fills your mouth. He whimpers as he pulls out, wanting to let you keep going but aching to pleasure you instead. He pushes you back and climbs on top, slowly taking your shirt off and tossing it aside. He trails kisses from your lips down to your collarbones, running his hands up and down your sides.

"Let me touch you some more, please.."

His hands cup and fondle your breasts. Nagito slowly kisses his way down your body until his hair tickles your thighs. He runs his palms along their inner part, groping the flesh. He starts leaving open mouthed kisses from your knee up to your cunt, licking and nibbling then repeating the process on your other thigh. Nagito tugs your underwear off, slowly running his index finger up your slit and marveling at how wet you are. He brings it up to his mouth and shivers. His hands keep your legs spread with a firm grip, leaning in closer. His dick twitches at your scent, and he moans out loud when his tongue meets your cunt. He runs the flat of his tongue along your slit a couple times before gently suckling on your clit, listening intently to all the sounds you make and keeping his eyes on you. His fingers creep back up and spread your folds, allowing his tongue to delve deeper inside you. He licks and sucks as much of your slick as he can, running his tongue up to trace shapes over your clit and replacing it with his fingers. Your own dig and pull his hair and he moans even louder against you, reaching up with his fingers to press against that sensitive spot. His free hand holds your hips still as best as he can, letting him enjoy you to the fullest.

Nagito barely stops to breathe, eating you out desperately and grinding down on the mattress. His whimpers are almost as loud as you are, doing his best to make you cum before he ends up spilling himself on the sheets. He slips his tongue back in and circles your clit with his thumb when he feels you clench, wanting so badly to have you cum on his mouth. His tongue runs along your pussy, licking up all he can before sucking his fingers clean. He's twitching and leaking precum when he pulls away, looking at your gleeful expression and feeling proud of himself. Nagito watches as you come down from your high, waiting for you to tell him that you're done and hoping you'll let him fuck you. He keeps teasing himself with his fingertips, whimpering and whining softly. You look at him and smile; it's enough to make him twitch again.

"I can keep going if you want to."

"..Are you sure.?"

His voice is a bit strained, and he immediately pounces on you when you nod. Nagito grips your waist tightly, making sure not to hurt you as he slips inside. His breath hitches, and he's softly panting by the time he bottoms out. He kisses your shoulder blade and rests his forehead on the crook of your neck, sighing as you comb your fingers through his hair.

"Are you okay..?"

"Yeah.. you can move."

Nagito adjusts his grip, pushing your legs as far back as they go and leaving a little peck on your calf.

"Let me know if you feel uncomfortable."

His hips pull away slowly and snap back into your own with all his strength. Nagito wastes no time before fucking into you like his life depended on it, moaning and mumbling non-stop. He leans forward, and you can feel him drool against your skin.

"Ah! Hnm, fuck! Yes, you feel so good.. hah, so tight..! Ahn fuck, please let me keep going, please please please..!"

You can feel him abuse your sweet spot, hitting deep inside you with every thrust. His pace is frantic, hard and fast and desperate, like he needs to finish quickly before you change your mind. His eyes are rolling back into his head and his finger dig harshly into your skin, his body presses as close as possible against you and he hiccups. His eyes well up with tears and they start pouring when he gets close. His thumb circles your clit roughly, and he nearly screams when you orgasm for the second time.

"I- fuck, I, haah I'm gonna cum.. I'm gonna, hn please! Please please let me- please, I- ple- ah! Please, oh fuck.. Hnngh thank you.. thank you thank you thank you thank yo- ah!"

He pulls out, cumming all over your stomach and shaking like a leaf. Tears and drool drip down his face as he buries it back in the crook of your neck, holding you as tightly as he can and coming down from his high. His muscles ache and he feels tired, but Nagito still reaches for some wipes and cleans you up. He collapses next to you, curling up with his head 'resting' stiff on your shoulder and a hand hovering over your waist. You place your hand over his shoulder and he relaxes, snuggling closer as you run your hands over his hair and back, letting him rest.

Nagito makes a mental note to slip his number in your pocket later.

[wandsandwheezes]

Fake It | Weasley Twins | CH4

one // two // three

Warnings | 18+ SMUT, mature themes, fake relationships, secret relationships, love, sex, drama, angst, fluff, cheating

Summary // Fred Weasley has been set up to publicly date Y/N, London’s best Quidditch Seeker in order to drum up some publicity. Y/N however has a different ginger man on her mind; George Weasley.

A/N // im so sorry to the vanilla beans for this one xxxx

Green was definitely your colour. At least that’s what George thought as you ran down the stairs, the dress you were wearing was elegant and sophisticated but still casual, George thought you looked absolutely ravishing in everything you wore. You smiled lovingly at him when you caught him staring. You hadn't spoke to Fred since the incident when he tried to kiss you, having well and truly avoided the topic for at least 3 days. you were not looking forward to having to feign your love for each other. 

Despite the fact that Fred had already apologised, it didn't make things any easier. "You look beautiful." he stated, as you straightened his tie and flattened down his hair, "And you look a mess, Fred". His tired eyes looked at you pleadingly, as his hands came up to button his suit jacket. George and his heavy stride came barrelling down the stairs, when you spotted him, he looked like a work of art, his features were glowing and he was clean shaven, perfect hair hanging and framing his face, a request from you that he should grow it out a little more than usual. He didn't look stressed or worried like Fred did, and in this moment you realised the toll that days like this took on Fred and George did too. 

The shop was perfectly pristine, the new massive display fully stocked and the centre of attention, Fred had briefed the employees this morning, making sure that they knew the drill. Crowds and the press were all gathered outside in anticipation, the volume growing so much that you began to hear it from within the confines of the shop. 

When the doors swung open, it well and truly became show time. You hung delicately off of Fred's arm, as you stepped out of the opening doors, huge flashes of cameras, as well as cheers of excitement all bombarded your senses, however it was nothing compared to the thrill of the stadium. 

Fred began to deliver the speech about the new line of products, taking a moment to thank the investors and patrons of the shop, George followed on by unveiling the collection of items from the new line, the gorgeous green packaging complimenting your dress perfectly. Your eyes were fixated on the man of your dreams as he talked with such passion and vigour. You had to remind yourself that there were hundreds if not, thousands of eyes on you and that you probably shouldn't have been staring at George the way you were but you just couldn't help it. Fred once again takes to the stage to begin the personal thank yous before the store opens. 

"we want to thank the family for their continued support in our endeavours, also, Cheryl, our press manager and last but very not least my gorgeous girl, who has been with us every step of the way." he beckoned you onto the stage, as he continued, "Even though she has quidditch practice out of her ears for the big game next week, she always finds the time to brighten my day." His hand snuck around your waist before travelling down to firmly grab your ass. 

Fred's mind was racing, he thought that here would be the perfect opportunity to finally have his lips on yours, crashing them down onto you without even a second thought. There was absolutely no way you could pull away in front of everyone, you were conflicted. The frantic flashing, as well as cheers and woos from the crowd were distraction enough. It was stopping you from hurling sick directly into his mouth at the thought of George being subjected to this bullshit. 

George watched the events unfold before him, stopping himself from ripping you away protectively. He wanted to cut off Fred's hand more than ever, disgusted that he had the balls to grab your perfect ass so candidly in public - an ass that didn't even belong to him. George was absolutely livid, he could tell your discomfort a mile away. His heart shattering at how hopeless and weak you were to the situation. 

The doors of the shop finally opened and shoppers began to swarm in, ready to grab the latest products and creating a comforting blanket of noise. Cherry was smiling happily at you, sending a wink and a thumbs up your way. Your eyes however were searching for your Lover, disappointed he was nowhere to be seen, you pull out your phone to see a text from less than a minute ago.

>> Toilets, Now. Don't make me wait x

This was not good, but your heart raced faster with every step you took towards the bathroom, the door was slightly ajar when you got there, slipping into the cosy room you noticed George there and waiting, you shut the door behind you, flicking the lock before you heard him cast a silencing charm on the room, you heard the sounds of the bustling shop slowly fade, leaving the only audible sound as your staggered breath. 

George's strong hand was on your cheek as he kissed you passionately. This kiss felt right, a thousand sparks of electricity coursing through you the very second your lips touched and you felt as if the whole world was spinning. His lips were the perfect warmth against yours, the sticky saliva rolling off both of your tongues as he parted your lips with his, taking the opportunity to swipe his tongue over yours, letting you know who you belonged to. He was moaning into your mouth, an action that made your cunt throb with anticipation. He pulled away only enough to spit directly into your mouth before feverishly shoving you down to your knees. "Use that wet mouth of yours, now Princess."

Your needy hands were unbuckling his belt, metal clinking against itself as you pulled his hard on out from his trousers, you obliged immediately, lips wrapping around his cock as you sucked, taking him deep down your throat. The sounds you made as you gagged on his thick shaft were sending him to heaven, his hand was firmly gripping your jaw as he coaxed nearly his whole length down your throat. You pulled away for air, moaning as he slipped out of your mouth, your hand came up to stroke him quickly before taking him past your lips again. This time however, George took no solace as his hand gripped into your hair, making it the perfect leverage to hold your face in place as he rocked his hips, cock fucking every flicker of anger directly down your throat. Hearing you choke and splutter with every thrust was only egging him on more, it was one of his favourite sounds and he couldn't get enough. 

"I hope he fuckling likes how my cock tastes." he growled as he locked eyes with you. "That's it take it all, my good little cockwhore." he was still fucking your mouth, chasing his own release, your hands gripped the back of his thighs as he pushed himself fully into your mouth, hot streams of his cum hitting the back of your throat, spilling out of your mouth as he pulled himself free. His thumb swiped from the corner of your mouth, "Swallow like a good little girl." he marvelled at you eagerly taking his thumb into your mouth. He smiled proudly when you opened your mouth, seeing every last drop gone. 

You loved it when George used your mouth like a fuck toy, it didn't happen often, but when it did, he was often angry like now or stressed and desperate for a release. "Up. get up on the sink." he commanded, you immediately pulled yourself to your feet, sitting up on the sink, his hands coming up to spread your legs apart as he found himself on his knees before you. "Tell me who you belong to." you sighed as his finger hooked quickly into your underwear pulling it to the side, you felt his breath fanning over your exposed pussy. "You, George, only you."

"Good, let's see if Daddy can help his pretty girl then, hm?" His sinful lips had attached to your clit, sucking slowly as his tongue lapped over it, the pleasure of being touched pulled a long desperate moan from you, you thanked that he had at least silenced the room, because with every motion and movement of his skilled tongue, you were moaning and spluttering, desperate to have a release. "Georgie, your tongue is so good!" he hummed in appreciation, thumb running through your sticky sweetness before coming up to circle over your clit at an antagonising rate. "I wanna cum daddy, please, feels too good." he chuckled, lips pressing dainty kisses along your inner thighs and right over your tight hole, before blowing a gentle cool breeze over your whole wet and glistening cunt. 

His hands found your thighs, hooking them into his arms to move and press your back against the wall. "I don't even care if we get caught or if I'm taking too long anymore, you're mine and I fuck you when I want." he pulled your hips down onto him, making you bounce against him a little, you knew it wouldn't take you long to be coming all over him, you were already a blubbering mess for him, pulling every moan from your lips as he kissed you feverishly. He knew he'd hit the right spot when you clenched all around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He pulled out of you, leaving you sat on the counter as your legs still shook from the orgasm running through your muscles. 

He used the mirror to make himself presentable once again, smirking as he left you blissed out on the counter, pressing a simple kiss to your lips. "Such a good girl, I love you, baby." He was out of the door before you knew it and you were left with your own juices running down your legs. You looked in the mirror, taken back by just how fucked out you looked, making yourself smile, George really did do a good job with his girl. You pulled yourself together, quickly, using a spell to fix up your hair and makeup, thankfully in time for Cherry to burst through the door. "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you."

The small clip of her heels against the hardwood floor as you followed her to find Fred, was enough to pull you back down to earth, still high off the rush of ecstasy. It was no doubt she was wrangling you and Fred together for a picture opportunity, spotting George smirking as he clocked just how distracted you were. Smiling and posing for the cameras was second nature, Fred was watching just how happy you looked, his heart beating faster at the thought that you were smiling because of him. 

"Simply another perfect kiss from a star couple!" Cherry beamed before parading off to talk to the reporters. Fred's brow furrowed, "Another?" he queried, you'd realised now that he hadn't yet seen the paper with yourself and George caught on the cover. "She's probably comparing us to someone else, Freddie." you shrugged, avoiding his gaze. "Yeah, Probably." sadness falling to the pit of his stomach, the girl he was crazy for wouldn't even look at him, and he wanted nothing more than the electricity of his lips against hers once more, he needed it, no - he craved it. 

>>>>> Chapter 5

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[nadisabug]

Take On Me

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson! reader

Warnings: terribly written, I apologize, cannon divergence (smol divergence), song fic?????

Summary: Y/n won’t believe that The Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington likes her. 

A/N: aaahhhhh okay so I woke up at seven am and this song was playing and I had a fever dream idea for a fic so it’s terrible no beta we die like men

"Wanna go to the movies sometime?"

I was mid-bite in my ice cream when Steve "The Hair" Harrington popped the question. I slowly backed away from the ice cream and stared at him dumbfoundedly.

He was leaning on the register, his bicep prominent and flexed. He had lost the cap he usually wore, and even though he had probably been wearing it all day, his hair still looked good. He was flashing me a drop dead gorgeous smile and his eyes were almost sparkling.

Gods I was fucked.

This wasn't the first time he had asked me out by any means. He had been hinting at it every time we saw each other for the past half year. This was the first time he was so up front about it, though. Usually I could act stupid and brush it off.

I hid the heat creeping up on my cheeks by digging in my purse. I grabbed a wad of bills and slapped them on the counter.

"Sorry, I got to go pick up Dusty from AV club," I smiled tightly, lying through my clenched teeth. "Keep the change." And with that, I nearly ran from Scoops Ahoy ice cream. I left so quickly that i didn't see Dustin, my brother, popping out from behind the counter.

"Dude, sorry. You'll get her next time," Dusty sighed.

"Next time?" Steve scoffed. "Buddy, there will be no next time."

"Come on, she likes you I swear," Dusty pleaded.

"Sure didn't look like it," Robin piped in. She was sitting on the passway holding a white board that said 'Steve Sucks' with 17 check marks below it and 'Y/n said yes' with no check marks below it. "I think that one counted for two," she announced, adding two check marks to the 17.

"Shut up Robin," Dusty snapped. He turned back to Steve. "Please Steve you gotta believe me!"

"Okay, okay, fine Henderson," Steve sighed collapsing on the ice cream counter. "Then why does she keep blowing me off?"

Dusty smiled. "For that, we do some recon."

~~~~~~~

I was laying on my bed when I heard a knock on my door. I looked up from the book I was reading.

"Momma?" I called curiously.

"No! It's your favorite brother," Dusty announced, throwing open the door. I smiled and put my book on the night stand.

"Indeed it is. To what do I owe this pleasure," I sat up and patted the bed next to me.

Dusty graciously threw himself into the bed and smiled up at me. "A brother can't want to talk to his only sister who he loves?"

I raised an eyebrow at that. Dusty was always so bad at lying. "Spill, now," I ordered.

Dusty sighed and slumped down. He cursed under his breath - which I chose to ignore under the circumstances- and then looked up at me again.

"Steve told me he likes you. Like a lot."

At that confession, I hopped off the bed, turning away to hide my blush. I had just blown Steve off now here Dusty was telling me Steve likes me? Something was off.

"Since when did Steve trust you enough to tell you that kind of stuff?" I questioned, towering over Dusty who was still sitting on the bed.

"Well we've been hanging out." Dusty couldn't even maintain eye contact with me. He was hiding something.

"Where were you today after school?"

"AV clu-"

"Oh my gods you were at Scoops Ahoy." I slapped my hands over my face and turned around to hide my shame.

"No I wasn't!" Dusty tried to cover his tracks, but it was already too late.

"Dusty, there is no AV club today." The pieces clicked together in my mind. "Oh my gods Steve knows I lied to him."

"Yeah! Which really hurt him because he likes you!"

"No he doesn't Dusty!" I threw myself face first onto the bed and screamed.

"Yes he does! He's literally asked you out so many times."

I twisted, propping myself up on my elbow so that I could look at Dusty. "That does not mean he likes me."

"How so?" Dusty huffed and folded his arms.

"Because, Dusty, he's Steve 'The Hair' Harrington, he probably just wants to get back at Nancy for ditching him for Will's brother."

"What? No," Dusty scoffed.

"Yeah," I nodded. "She left him for The Freak so he's going to date The Psycho Bitch."

Dusty got a soft look of his face for a moment. "Is that what they call you?"

"Doesn't matter Dusty. What matters is that Steve doesn't actually like me. He just thinks he does because he's torn up about Nancy."

Dusty thought for a second. "What if he proved it to you?"

I looked at Dusty. "What do you mean?"

"What if he actually proved to you that he really did like you?"

I shrugged. "Then I'd date him and losing Dart won't come and bite us in the butt."

"Really sis you had to bring that up?"

"He ate Mews," I whisper yelled, careful in case Mom heard.

"About that, we finished translating the message, come on," he rolled off the bed, grabbing my arm and pulling me over in the process.

"Ow! No I can't!"

"Why not?"

"I can't see Steve after lying to him like that!"

"Oh just come on, he'll forgive you. He's madly in love with you."

I doubted that but I went with Dusty anyway.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After everything we went through, we had a moment to pretend like everything was okay. The middle school dance.

I was upset that Dusty insisted that Steve take him to the dance and not me, but I knew they had something like a brother bond so I wan't too upset. I volunteered to be one of the high schooler chaperones, mainly under Joyce's wishes. She wanted at least someone there to watch Will like a hawk. Or two.

So Nancy and I were here. At the punch table.

"So, how's college going," Nancy piped up.

I had to be honest, I didn't really like her. Not with the way she broke Steve's heart. But I had to remain cordial. I guess.

"Good."

"I heard you got scholarships."

"It was the only way I could go."

"Yeah. With the.... deaths..." she said carefully, "at the Hawkins Post, they're hiring again. So Jonathan and I got our jobs back."

"That's great." I paused. "Not the deaths, the getting jobs back."

"Yeah."

We lapsed into silence after that.

I scanned the room to see that the boys had split off to dance. Some girl was dancing with Will, Mike was dancing with El, and Lucas was with Max.

Dusty wasn't with them though.

I looked around the room to see him sitting on the bleachers holding back tears. My heart lurched at the sight.

"I'm going to go dance with him," Nancy announced. I was about to let her when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I grabbed Nancy's arm.

"Wait," I ordered. I saw a girl with visible braces wearing a baby blue dress approach Dusty. He immediately perked up and held out his hand for her. She took it and they walked to the dance floor.

"Nice call," Nancy smiled.

I just dropped her arm, nodded, and turned away to watch them.

After a couple of hours, the kids started leaving one by one. Around the time we were at half capacity, Dusty came up to me.

"May I have this dance?" He awkwardly bowed with his hand outstretched. I had to stifle a giggle.

I looked at Nancy. She waved me off. "Go ahead, I can serve punch."

"Of course, mi' Lord," I giggled and took his hand.

He dragged me all the way to the middle of the dance floor and began to dance with me.

"Sure Suzie won't be jealous about baby blue dancing with you?"

"She knows I only have eyes for her," Dusty rolled his eyes at the notion that she could possibly be jealous.

"Turn around," I began in a sing songy voice. "Look at what you see!"

"Oh shut up," Dusty growled and shoved me.

I laughed but kept dancing with him.

At that moment the song changed, and Dusty smiled. My back was to the stage so I couldn't see what was going on, but I assumed it was just the band preparing.

As soon as I heard the signature synth, I squealed.

"I love this song, Dusty did you request it?"

"Sorta," he grinned.

Then I heard his voice.

"Ba ba-ba ba. We're talking away, I don't know what I'm to say, I'll say it anyway. Today's another day to find you shying away."

I dropped Dusty's shoudlers and turned around. When I did I saw Steve "The Hair" Harrington on the stage, mic in hand, singing.

Then he pointed straight at me.

"I'll be coming for your love, okay?"

"No fucking way," I whispered.

"Hell fucking yeah, get it Harrington!" Dusty cheered behind me.

"Take on me, take me on, I'll be gone in a day or two," he sang, the last word high and pitchy. It was so bad. So awfully terrible. He was making a complete fool of himself.

But I couldn't tear my eyes away.

"So needless to say, of odds and ends, but I'll be stumbling away slowly learning that life is okay. Say after me, it's no better to be safe than sorry."

It was only then that I noticed that the middle schoolers around me had parted to make a huge circle, with me at the center.

"Take on me, take me on, I'll be gone in a day or two," Steve sang even worse than the first time. Then he tossed the mic into the crowd and jumped off the stage. Then he began to dance, horribly. He did the running man, switching to the sprinkler, which then phased into a Charleston. It was so horrible but I couldn't help but smile. After the dance break, he turned to the crowd with his hand out. Miraculously, someone handed him the microphone.

"Oh, the things that you say, yeah is it life or just to play my worries way? You're all the things I've got to remember," he sang and walked towards me. I tried to take a couple steps back, but someone - most likely my beloved Dusty - shoved me forward. Hard. I stumbled and fell into Steve, who caught me.

"You're shying away, I'll be coming for you anyway." Steve clicked the microphone off and held it out to the crowd. Someone took it quickly and he brought his other arm around me. I would like to say that I tried to stand up away from him, but I didn't. I just let Steve hold me.

"Take on me..." Steve sang to me and only me. With each word he pulled my arms up and wrapped them around his neck. He then began to sway softly with the music, dancing with me. We danced as the crowd around us reformed, the middle schoolers going back to dancing. It was almost like nothing happened.

But to me everything thing did.

"Are you su-"

"Yes," he whispered.

I smiled.

"Wanna go to the movies sometime?"

Sorry not sorry Dusty deserved some one to dance with I don’t make the rules

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heart of glass // fred weasley

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request (from @bitchywhisperswizard <3): Hi! I absolutely LOVE your writing! Could I maybe request where Fred Weasley breaks up with reader before the war and thinks she died? Only to find her a year later in the muggle world like a celebrity performer? I understand if it doesn't make sense. Thank you!

a/n: thank u for the request!! i refuse to believe fred d*ed, but i am a sucker for fred lives au’s. also went a little grunge w this just because i love those pictures of metalhead james and oliver :) (i listened to miley cyrus’s new cover of heart of glass while i wrote this so i just called it that)

summary: Fred broke up with you just before the war, and when he couldn’t find you after the battle cleared he thought you died. You’re alive and well, living as a celebrity among the muggle world. One night reunites you two, and neither of you can deny the feelings that spark.

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Clutching the white sink beneath your fingers, you barely recognized the person looking back at you in the mirror. Your eyes were sunken and swollen, your lips puffed and red. Your cheeks were hollowed, casting shadows into your face. You lifted a shaky hand, pushing your hair out of your face and revealing a scar on your temple. 

You had barely made it out of the war, and once you did, you had no intentions on going back.

You made a new life in the muggle world, and eventually you were able to do what you had always wanted to do: perform. 

It was about ten minutes before you were due in stage, and your nerves had stopped buzzing a long time ago. You dipped a finger into some black eyeshadow, spreading it haphazardly across your eyes. You looked dead, and it showed what you felt like on the inside.

Not a day passed in which Fred Weasley hadn’t thought of you. Not a day passed in which guilt hadn’t plagued his heart and mind. Every day, for just over a year, the image of tears streaming down your face as he broke up with you was glue to the inside of his eyelids.

George tried to understand but he could never understand the pain. He tried to help his brother when he could. 

“Freddie!” George called to him from across the store, heaving in a huge box.

“Yeah?” Fred replied from behind the counter, pushing heavy buttons on the loud till.

“Look at this,” George quickly removed a hand from under the box, shifting his weight. He handed Fred a flier he found posted in the side of the shop.

It was a black flier, advertising some muggle bar in London. It looked like the sort of crowd the brothers gravitated towards some odd five years ago. Skulls and grunge symbols littered the page, and Fred found himself smiling fondly at it.

“Want to go?’ George asked, setting down the box in its right place, starting to unload the new shipment of chocolate wands.

“Aren’t we a little too old for this, George?” Fred said with a sad smile.

In that moment, George had the feeling he didn’t recognize his brother. His own face, but tormented with worry, sadness, and the unfriendly effects of time. George furrowed his brow, and tried to continue.

“No! It’ll be fun,” George reassured, slapping a hand on his brother’s back.

This was how Fred found himself clung to the bar all night, nursing a beer in his hand. He didn’t like muggle alcohol as much, but he supposed it would do. 

The bar was in the back of the crowded club, but it barely had any people by it. Everyone had rushed to the front of a stage, the entire room filled with enthusiastic screams. George hovered near the back of the crowd, where Fred could still see him, swinging back and forth to the music they played over the speaker.

Fred and George had liked going to concerts after the war. The flashing lights and loud noises were difficult at first, very difficult, but it was one of the things that helped them recover.

Fred looked around over the top of his drink, surveying the crowd. It was mostly made up of people who looked like him five years ago, people who hadn’t been through a war, or lost their ex-girlfriend in that war. People who didn’t feel like crying every second of every day. The crowd didn’t look like you or Fred.

Someone knocked on your door, their words muffled by the ringing in your ears. You shook your head, letting your hair fall naturally in it’s place over your scar. You pulled up the high boots you wore, and fixed the sheer tights that dove into them. Pulling the top of your tank top to cover your chest some more, you felt the cold air hit your slightly exposed stomach. You stood off to the right, backstage, waiting as people poked and prodded at you, fixing wires and handing you things to hold that they would eventually take back from you.

The nerves still didn’t come, but you hadn’t expected them to. Nothing made you nervous anymore, nothing made you feel anything, really.

Someone held the curtain open for you, and at the slightest movement the crowd roared. Fred turned his gaze towards the stage, and George moved forward in the crowd.

You looked out into the sea of people, and you could make out a few faces in the front. You had requested dulled lights for all of your shows, unable to handle the bright lights that often came with performing. A purple light hovered above you, illuminating you with the cool hue.

You cast a smirk out into the audience, moving to your mark at the center of the stage. Your band filed in behind you, and you tugged at the cord for the microphone, giving yourself some slack. The crowd was still just as loud as when you came out, and you started your first song.

You couldn’t hear anything but your own voice ringing through your head, booming through the earpiece tucked behind your hair. 

From the bar, Fred found his glass shattered on the floor beneath him. It hadn’t even made a sound over your powerful voice coming from what felt like every angle. He couldn’t move, his eyes just locked on your almost unrecognizable face. Even though you looked like him, tired and full of regrets, eyes sunken and cheeks hollowed, he would recognize you and your voice from anywhere.

He had heard you sing almost everyday since he met you. You hummed next to him in class, you chorused obnoxiously in the common room, and you sang to him softly while the two of you laid in bed.

Looking at you now, bent at the knees and almost squatting as you nearly screamed the chorus for what he could assume was your own song, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. Everything washed through him, the guilt, the sadness, the worry, the pain.

George was next to him in a second, shaking him by his shoulders. A gleeful smile spread across his face and he just chanted: “She’s alive, she’s actually alive, Freddie!” over and over.

Fred couldn’t believe it, he had always wanted something like this to happen, to replay it all and make sure you hadn’t died, and now that he saw you living and breathing he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Fred ducked into the bathroom, splashing water over his face until he felt like himself again. He fixed his hair, regretting not getting a haircut earlier in the week like he had wanted to. You did always like his hair long, though. He looked down at his buttoned down shirt, the flowy sleeves rolled up halfway up his arms. He tucked it into his jeans, trying to smooth it out some.

George was waiting from him outside the door, biting his nails.

“She’s amazing, mate,” George said. Your voice echoed around the room, and still floated to their ears from the corner they had hidden away in.

“She always was,” Fred mumbled.

“I can’t believe it,” George said, his mouth agape and shaking his head in a disbelieving way.

“Do I look okay?” Fred asked his brother, holding his arms out a little.

George tugged at the sleeves, evening them out and making the rolls more neat.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling Fred with him.

The two sat and listened to you sing until Fred couldn’t take it anymore. The brothers left the venue, moving out onto the chilly London street. They walked around the back, where your crew had parked. They waited.

You finished your show, leaving the stage with the usual rush of adrenaline. You could never sit still inside after a show, and you rushed past your crew and out the back door. The cold air hit your skin, nipping at your sweat covered face and torso. You reached back inside, your hand finding a stool with a pack of cigarettes on them. You came back outside, fiddling with the package. You pulled one out and brought it to your lips, and realized you didn’t have a lighter. These were the moments you wished you still had your wand. It was always easier to smoke when you were a witch.

“Need a light?” someone spoke, coming from out of a shadow.

You immediately felt tears brimming your eyes, looking into the familiar brown eyes and flaming red hair.

“George?” you croaked, voice weak from the singing and the tears threatening to spill over.

George and you took steps towards each other, and he wrapped you in his arms. You cried into his chest, not really knowing why. You supposed you missed him, or maybe it was the fact that he looked strikingly like the boy who had broken your heart.

“Y/n,” another voice, a voice you would know always, called from behind him.

You shrunk from George hesitantly, wiping your eyes. You looked down at your hands, seeing them covered in smeared black makeup. You looked back at George’s shirt and saw a similar mark. You looked up at him apologetically, but he just beamed back at you, waving it off. You watched him pull his wand from his side, and with a simple movement, the stain was gone. You felt yourself crying harder.

You turned back to Fred, who had also started crying. The two of you lunged at each other, a mess of forceful limbs trying to wrap around the other.

“I thought you died,” Fred called out, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

You sobbed in response, your body shaking against Fred’s. He pulled your tighter, like he had regretted ever letting go.

You felt like you could never compose yourself, but you eventually did. Fred’s eyes were red and swollen, and you had wiped the tears off his cheeks. He did the same charm George had done to get the makeup off his shirt.

You led them inside, back into the venue. All of you sniffled as you walked together. You waved to security, telling them they were with you, and ignored your manager as you slipped into your greenroom. 

“You were amazing up there,” George said, taking advantage of the full bar you had in the room.

You took the glass he had made for you, gulping down the harsh alcohol in one swig. George chuckled, ducking into the mini fridge and handing you a soda.

“So your a muggle now?” Fred croaked, his eyes locked on his glass.

“Turned in my wand after the war,” you answered, putting the soda on the table beside you because you couldn’t trust your shaking hands.

“We missed you,” George spoke, sitting next to you on the couch.

You forced a smile on your cracking lips, glancing at him.

“I thought you died,” Fred spoke, finally looking up at you.

Your eyes widened, mouth opening slightly.

“Couldn’t find you after,” George said, forcing himself to remember, “looked almost all night. Lifted every stone we could find.”

Your eyes drifted down, tears filling them again. You swallowed hard, hating yourself immediately for the pain you put them through. You couldn’t even compare it to the pain Fred put you through, because at least you knew he was alive.

“I left,” you mumbled, lip quivering a little, “Just after the dust settled. I flew home and packed everything I owned.”

Fred scoffed across form you, and both you and George’s head shot up to look at him.

“I thought you died,” he repeated, sounding harsh.

“ ‘M sorry,” you mumbled, tasting the warm and salty tears falling into your mouth.

“Why didn’t you say goodbye?” George whispered from beside you, swallowing hard.

“I dunno,” you admitted, wiping your tears with the back of your hand, “I just had to leave. I didn’t think you would have wanted to see me.”

You spoke to Fred, referencing the harsh breakup a month before the war. He looked at you, hurt in his eyes.

“Of course I wanted to see you,” he said, sounding hurt that you could even think that.

“You broke it off with me, Fred, what was I supposed to think?” 

“I only did that to keep you safe!” Fred yelled.

“Well it didn’t keep me safe! It just hurt more!” you shouted back, pulling your hair off your face and behind your ears in a stressful motion.

Fred looked at you, shocked. His eyes fell to your scar, and you covered it with your hair again.

“I’m sorry,” he finally spoke, sounding regretful.

You nodded your head, looking at the ground.

“I’ve missed you, Y/n,” George spoke, his voice soft, “here.”

He slipped a card into your hand, and you looked down at it. It was a business card. Your mouth widened into a smile, and before you could stop yourself, you were laughing.

“Did George Weasley just give me a business card?”

George smiled back at you, chuckling with you. 

You examined the card, reading the gold writing. ‘Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, Fred and George Weasley’. The card had an address on it.

“Visit the shop some time,” George said, standing, “I’ll meet you at home, Fred?”

Fred looked at George, furrowing his brow. George made a motion for Fred to sit, and Fred sighed. George hugged you and left you with Fred.

You two sat in silence, he nursed his whiskey and you picked at you fingers.

“You really were amazing up there,” Fred finally said, putting his glass on the table.

“Thank you,” you said sheepishly.

“I still love you, you know,” Fred said confidently, looking straight into your eyes.

Your lips parted, hearing the words you had wanted to hear for about a year, and you didn’t know what to say.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

Fred stood from his chair and moved over to you, sitting next to you. His hand found yours, and you sat together. Neither of you had felt anything like this in a long time. The numbness receded into you, allowing space for love and relief to fill you. Fred no longer felt the weight of guilt and worry, all that banished just by a glance at your face.

Your hand still shook in his, and he held it tightly until it stopped. He turned towards you, bringing a hand to your face. He pushed your hair off your face, looking at you scar.

“Is that from-” he trailed off, his thumb tracing the mark.

You nodded, flicking your eyes away from his. He snaked it hand behind your neck, and pulled your face close to his. His lips connected to your scar, and he held you there for a moment. You closed your eyes, melting into his touch.

“I don’t ever want to be apart from you again,” he mumbled into your face.

“Me neither,” you whispered back.

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Used Pt 2

Anonymous said: Hello i loved your post “used” with Harry and i just wanted to know if you are planning a part 2 in the future?!?

Anonymous said: Loved your most recent imagine of Harry! Can you plzzzzz make a part 2 of used, where she’s a bad B and becomes even more successful and she’s better off without him? Thank you!

A/N I loved that you guys loved the first one! I went through a few different ideas / endings for this one and I think I'm happy with the outcome! warning it is a long one so strap in!

Used Pt 1 can be found here

Requests are open!

That night at Harrys apartment felt like a life time ago. The breakup wasn’t messy as neither of us addressed it really, I archived all of my posts of him and he had done the same for me and that was about it. It didn’t take the fans to catch on but what can you expect, they know more about me than I do. it had been almost 6 months to the date, not that I was counting or anything but I honestly felt like Harry was my soulmate at the time. Oh how love can blind you. 

The past few months I had submerged myself into my channel and my fans. I had done an array of meet and greets and was interacting more with them, and honestly my love for YouTube was restored and I felt like a whole new person. I had had a full make over and due to this my channel had grown immensely and I had hit 50 million subscribers, a huge achievement which I never though would happen. it was amazing to see the amount of support I was gaining from my fans and how much I had grown, from a naive teenager to a young adult. I had received an overwhelming amount of support from my friends. When Harry and I broke up they tried not to take sides but It was evident that that couldn’t last forever and I was ok with that. 

I had just finished a meeting with my manager at her office. With my new look and attitude brands seemed to swarm at me and I was gaining so many new opportunities it was kind of crazy. It was like I was a completely different person and it seemed to be working in furthering my career. I got in my Uber and made my way to my new apartment, after the break up I felt like starting a new was best and so I moved into my new multi million apartment in knightsbridge. It was nice to be in an area by myself as it meant that I had more privacy and was able to truly live my best single life. Plus a tour of new apartment left many of my friends in awe, and honestly I loved that I could show off all my hard work. 

I thanked my Uber driver and made my way to my apartment, once inside I collapsed on my sofa and kicked off my heels, which I was still getting used to in all honesty. Having changed from living in baggy jumpers and old trainers was a bit of a shock but I loved wearing my more out there wardrobe, with tighter clothes and higher heels, my makeup always done to perfection, I always felt like people had their eye on me and I felt amazing.  My change in personality and look hadn’t gone unnoticed either, although they didn’t say anything I could tell my friends liked my new attitude, after wallowing in self pity for a few months I think they’re happy that I’m back and stronger than what I was before. 

I still thought about Harry from time to time. How I not so secretly still had one of his jumpers and when I was alone id wear it, just to feel his embrace once more. When we had initially broken up it took him less than two days to send Freezy round my apartment to drop off my box of things and to request his stuff back. I know Freezy felt bad but what choice did he have if Harry wanted to erase me from his life then so be it. More fool him, I had grown so much and if he was truly clout chasing then he should’ve stuck around a little longer. 

I woke up to my doorbell ringing. I must’ve fallen asleep on the sofa. I stretched a little when the doorbell kept ringing. “Jeez I’m coming” I mumbled to myself. I pressed the array of buttons for who ever it was to get through the front gate and after a few minutes I opened the door to reveal Talia. “Have you been sleeping?” She giggled at me as she walked into my apartment, propping herself up on one of my breakfast stools. “Hmm, oh yh, busy day” I laughed closing the door and standing the other side of the breakfast bar looking up at her. 

“Soooooo” I edged her to start talking. “Oh right sorry, your release party, Simon was pestering me to ask you if a certain arsehole could come?” She said the last part in a sheepish tone. Fuck, my release party I completely forgot, I had had so much on my plate that I forgot I was opening a club and releasing my own line of spirits. I stood up looking at Talia with a confused look “why the hell would I invite my ex to my release party?”. I reached up and grabbed two wine glasses pouring us each a glass of rosé. Passing over a glass to Talia as she pondered her reply. “Honestly I said the same but apparently all the lads feel bad as everyone we know is invited except for him” she swirled her glass of wine and took a sip as I copied her mentioned. In all fairness it was rude that I invited everyone but him, plus it was going to be the event to beat, and I had a few spaces on the guest list. “T, I don’t know” I shrugged at her sighing. “If I was you id tell him to stick it where-“ Talia started before I cut her off “I know, I know, it does seem a little harsh, I have invited so many people and, well, you know what fuck it, I’ll get my manager to add him to the list if you let him know” I decided. Talia looked gobsmacked, I had never seen her this speechless in our lives. “Are you sure, he’s a dick like you really don’t have to” she said cocking an eyebrow at me. “Look its not fair, plus there’s going to be hundreds of people there and the likelihood of us actually interacting are practically 0” I stated. Which was true, there was going to be just about the whole British YouTube community there, as well as some celebrities and journalists, and I would have my team around me at all times so the chance of him even getting near me is slim. 

That night Talia and I had gotten wasted, watching movies and just have a nice little girly night. However, right now I was shaking in my heels. My hair and makeup had been done to perfection and I was in a body hugging dress which showed off all of my curves perfectly. I looked almost like a model that’s how good I looked. I of Course was going to be the last to arrive at the venue, I needed everyone to be chatting with flutes of complimentary champagne when I entered so all attention was on me, as conceited as this sounds my publicists and manager had worked months for this to run as perfect as possible. I arrived at the venue and I could hear the music from outside “you ready?” My manager, Lucy asked. I nodded my head and made my way through the back entrance. I stood behind the stage door with a mic in one hand and a bottle of my own vodka in another. “Deep breaths, you’ll smash it” Lucy smiled at me, I just nodded and plastered on a smile, I heard the music die down a little and the door opened and I made my way on stage. An eruption of applause and cheering began from my friends and guests. I smiled taking it all in for a moment before I raised the mic to my mouth. 

“Thank you all so much for being here today and supporting me in my new business venture. If you would have told me a year ago that this is where I would be I would have laughed. These past few months I’ve grown more than I ever have, my channel, my business and more importantly myself. I can’t thank you all enough for the continuous love and support, without you guys or my fans I wouldn’t be where I am today. So id like you to all enjoy a complimentary glass of my new Vodka and enjoy yourselves. Because tonight is about friends and loved ones. So let’s get wasted!!!” I recited my speech cheering at the end. I got a mass amount of applause and cheers and I smiled looking over the crowd. I could see all my friends together happy, the way it should be and I smiled until I saw him, he actually came. My smile faltered slightly and my breath hitched in my throat. I quickly shook it off and made my way to the stairs, exiting the stage. I was quickly engulfed in a mass of hugs and bodies, people I knew and some I didn’t all congratulating me. 

I had done it I had made it and all on my own. 

After about half an hour I made it over to my closest group of friends. They all cheered when I went over and I did a mock curtsey, careful not to reveal too much. I got handed a glass of something and started polite conversation. “We’re all so proud of you” Gee gushed “you’ve done so well I can’t believe that you are basically the most sought after name at the moment” freya added. “ I couldn’t have done it without you guys” I smiled. “Oh shut up little miss humble” Ethan who had clearly had a bit much to drink already. “You’re  the queen of UK YouTube, you have your own empire going and you built it all yourself” he grinned at me before smothering me in a hug. “You need to be in more of our vids then maybe we’d be doing just as well as you” Simon commented earning a laugh from the group. “Here’s to Y/N the baddest bitch I know” Talia toasted and everyone joined in. I smiled as we fell into polite chatter. “I’m just nipping outside” I informed my friends smiling at them before making my way to the balcony. I leant over the edge and smiled, nothing could ruin my life right now. I thought to myself. That was until I heard footsteps approach me from behind and the body heat of someone I could recognise in an instant next to me. “Before you say anything I’m here to congratulate you” Harry said. I kept my gaze forward, not wanted tears that I didn’t know still existed for him to spill. “I’m so proud of you, honestly I am, so are my family, they miss you, I miss you” I turned my body and met Harrys gaze. I studied his face, he had bags under his eyes and the usual scruff on his beard was longer than he usually kept it, his hair was also scruffy, not scruffy like usual but tangled and unkept. He was wearing smart trousers and a nice button up shirt, no blazer, Harry hated formal clothes. “Thank you” was all I was able to say as I smiled at him. “You know, with every day that goes by someone reminds me how I fucked up and should have kept a death grip on you, that you were the best part of me and now I’m just some boring kid who plays Fifa” I half chuckled at the end. I felt sorry for him, it seemed that I had grown and succeeded and that Harry had stayed stagnant in his life. “Harry, I, I don’t know what you want me to say” I looked at him with sorry eyes, I think maybe I still loved him, but I had been doing so well without him I just I didn’t know whether I wanted to kiss him or kill him. “No I, I get that, I was a dick. I was in a rut and I took it out on you. And well honestly seeing you do so well without me just shows how I was holding you back. I’m proud of you, I’m happy for you, honestly I am bear, sorry Y/N” we had made eye contact at this point. So many memories came flooding back to me. Our first kiss, our first date, the nights we spent talking about what we wanted to name our children, and how we wanted to have a house in Guernsey and one in London. How we were going to grow old together and never let the other go. 

I broke my gaze when I heard Lucy call my name. I took a deep breath. “I loved you harry, with all my heart, with all my being and I was willing to stay and love you no matter what. I think I still do love you. But right now I need to focus on me, my empire has only just started and I don’t want us to back peddle. The only way for me is forward no mater if you’re there with me or not.” I spilled my heart out to Harry before I heard Lucy call me name again. “Sorry” was all I could say before I headed back inside. I wiped a stray tear from my eye and took one last look at harry, I had left him so broken. But now was time to put me first Y/N is number one in my life and as much as I wanted to fall back into my old self I couldn’t. I had made promises and shown that after heartbreak you can build and make yourself stronger than before. And I was not about to throw it all away.