#around the same time that Taylor Swift first got famous

[maddie-grove]

I think I’m pretty good at analyzing why very, very popular things are popular even when they’re Not the Best or Not My Thing, but I have to admit that I still fundamentally don’t understand the initial success of Twilight. Not on an emotional level, anyway.

[ldrfanatic]

r2 mattheo riddle

the truth from my red lips

mattheo riddle x gryff!potter!reader

r2 - “you and me would be a BIG conversation”

taylor swift lyric prompts

slytherin boys works

“y/n!” you turned at the sound of your name. colin creevy, a second year, was running up to you with the two issues of the daily prophet. on the first was a picture of your cousin, harry potter, bloodied and stunned following his win at the triwizard tournament. the front of the second sported another stunned headshot of him at his trial for underage magic in the presence of a muggle. (dudley, the disgusting boy on your the other side of the family).

with the new school year it was all anyone could talk about. well that, and that he and dumbledore had both gone mad spouting “nonsense” that voldemort had returned. especially since the lovely minister of magic cornelius fudge was vehemently denying it.

the boy brandished the papers in front of you once more.

“can you have harry sign these?”

suddenly, you were reminded of why you’d never ever wish to be as famous as harry. sure people recognized your last name here and there, but most people hadn’t even known that james potter had a brother, let alone that that brother had children. your father cut all ties with the rest of the family after an unfortunate fallout with your grandfather.

it wasn’t until you came to hogwarts and were sorted into the same house that you and harry got the chance to connect. now that your parents had passed, you lived with your mothers best friend. she was the closest thing that you had to family until you found harry.

in any case, with no prior mention of you, potter was a common enough surname that no one outside of your friends suspected that you were related.

that was until rita skeeter at the bloody prophet decided to do some digging and out you in her mission to completely expose the boy who lived during last years tournament.

before you could respond, a deep voice sounded behind you. “bugger off!”

the boy shrugged, undeterred, and took off in the direction of a familiar head of curls down the hall. you said a silent prayer for hermione. you turned around with the intention of thanking your savior but the words died in your throat when you took note of who it was.

brown eyes met yours and a smile broke out over a scarred face.

“riddle.”

“potter.”

unlike yours, mattheo’s voice held no malice. you recognized the playful glint in his eyes.

mattheo riddle had been chasing after you since third year. you’d think that the boy would have let up by now considering your cousin and his father were sworn enemies.

still, you were probably one a few people to take note the way that mattheo flinched when his father was mentioned. and in a rare moment of softness, he’d even shared with you that he’d run away from home to live with theodore after his father lashed out at him once, causing the scar that stretched from the center of his forehead to his jaw.

it wasn’t exactly surprising to you that tom riddle wasn’t father of the year.

yet mattheo had proved to be a pretty good guard dog. you felt yourself snort at the pun, completely intended given the boys animagus. all things considered, he’d saved you from bloodsucking fame-fuckers more than once. so, pushing your feelings aside, you offered him a smile. you weren’t ashamed to say it was probably the first time you’d ever smiled at him.

“thanks.”

you stuck around long enough to see your theory proven correct as shock started to take over mattheo’s face. the boy stared at you, jaw opening and closing like a fish out of water for a couple of minutes.

you turned on your heel and waved over your shoulder at him, wishing you could watch his awe forever but having to make your way to potions.

-

what you’d apparently failed to realize is that this year, the gryffindors had potions with the slytherins. you’d found your spot next to hermione and whispered to her while you waited for class to begin.

a familiar mop of curls waltzed into the room. mattheo had a rather smug look on his face that was admittedly unnerving. he approached snape at his desk and whispered indistinctly to him. suddenly, snape stood from his desk.

“potter!”

harry stood from his seat and stared expectantly, no doubt wondering what he’d done this time.

“not you…”

snape’s words caused your heart to jump into your throat. fuck. a large hand swept in your direction, confirming your fears. he fixed you with an intense stare and then motioned to the empty seat next to a grinning mattheo.

you bit back a groan, knowing the indignation would do little but land you in detention. hermione flashed you a pitied look as you gathered your books.

once you’d plopped yourself down next to mattheo, he grabbed the leg of your stool under the table and slid your chair closer to his until his knee touched yours and the smell of his cologne wafted in the air. evil prick aside, he smelled rather nice.

“today we’re brewing the invigoration draught. I doubt that any of you will do it successfully…”

snape’s gravelly tone continued in the background while you tried desperately to focus on anything besides mattheo’s cologne. finally, he seemed content on his berating of the students and released you to gather your ingredients.

you flipped the book open to page 16, brow furrowed. you had every intention of passing your o.w.l.s this year. yet, if mattheo’s current behavior was any indication, it was going to be a stupid long year for you.

out of the corner of your eye, you caught mattheo staring at you. his chin rested on his palm, elbow on the table. you turned to him with the intent of deterring him, but he matched your stare with a sharp grin. trying to ignore the flipping in your stomach, you scratched down the list on a piece of parchment and made for the ingredient cupboard.

ailhosty leaves… dried billywig stings… peppermint… stewed mandrake… infusion of wormwood… honeywater…vervain infusion… scurvy grass…

as you looked at the ingredients in your hand, you were certain you’d forgotten something. the longer you stared, however, the more your memory seemed to fail you.

a shadow was cast in front of you. you felt the feel of a broad chest against your bad and the now familiar scent of mattheo filled your senses. a large hand reached up, grasping a jar from the top shelf. he held the jar out to you, chest still pressed against you and voice deep but oddly soft as he spoke.

“lovage leaves.”

earlier confidence now evaporated, you slipped out of his embrace and scurried back to your seat where you began to mix the first ingredients of the potion.

mattheo’s cockiness had now also disappeared and he was staring at you with a notably intense look on his face.

“you’re staring, riddle.”

“go out with me, y/n.”

you tried not to show how much the use of your first name affected you. it took you a moment to answer, and part of you had to silently applaud mattheo’s patience.

“you and me would be a big conversation.”

“so? let them talk. they’ll see what happens. when have I ever not protected you?”

you shot an annoyed look at him.

“what like I owe you?”

“no! that’s not what I— y/n look at me.”

mattheo’s hand wrapped around your wrist which was currently stirring a budding invigoration draught.

“that’s not at all what I meant. you don’t owe me anything. I just meant that I’ve never done anything to hurt you and I’ve never let anyone else hurt you either.” he took a breath and continued. “seriously. you hold me to this earth, you hold me down and I’ll protect you with my life.”

it was hard for you to care about what people thought by this point. after so many years of cat and mouse, you were the only person who knew mattheo like you did.

“one date, mattheo riddle. one.”

—

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06.14.2024

[mrypotter]

Runnin’ With My Dress Unbuttoned

Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

Summary: Despite her parents’ strong protests about the dangerous Malfoys, she still finds love with their son Draco.

Warnings: Crying, broken heart, ANGST, yelling, fight between reader and parents, harsh parenting, all that scrumptious stuff lol

Note: Inspired by “But Daddy I Love Him” by Taylor Swift. For the wonderful @leonardo-dicappuchino! 🌷

I’m also VERY sorry for the too long break!! I’m back!! I would like to thank all my supports who are still with me. Hope you enjoy!! 😉

Masterlist

She always was the one out of the two of them that grew up with flowers outside fences and running around with lollipops in between her lips, tongue stained with the rainbow assortment of colors, while his life was anything but colorful.

She would often tell him about her childhood, a small glee in her eyes as she did so, telling him about her mother and father and how sweet her mother’s baked goods were. Sometimes he was lucky and she brought small bag of fresh baked cookies, her robes smelling of them the whole way to Hogwarts, hoping the scent wouldn’t spoil the surprise. (It would though, yet he didn’t bear to say anything because he liked the happiness dancing all over her face when she revealed her gift for him.)

But, of course, it wasn’t always sunshine behind closed curtains for him, for her parents never approved.

Surprisingly, the girl never knew her parents had such strong disapproval, not until she was about 11 years old and awaiting her father to come home from working at the hospital (her father and mother were both Muggle born but accepted her magic abilities reluctantly, yet at 11 she didn’t know much about how that was a problem for some people), looking at her “Famous Witches and Wizard Cards” from her Chocolate Frogs. Her father would always bring at least one home for her to see her excitedly open it to see who she got (she never knew how he got them, for he didn’t have access to them from the hospital of course, yet she liked to think it was the magic in him that was somehow there). She had about 4 Dumbledores and 6 Helga Hufflepuffs, even 7 Godric Gryffindors, but she was awaiting Salazar Slytherins, for she wanted to collect as many as she could for Draco.

They had met while shopping for supplies for 1st Year, for her parents were waiting for her to get measured for her robes, and Draco just so happened to be next to her.

At the time, her first impression was that he was a witty selfish boy who was spoiled from his parents’ riches, but her younger self knew better and looked beyond his snarl that seemed to be always on his lips.

“1st year as well I see?” She started a conversation, smiling softly at him as the a man worked around her, stretching out strands of measuring tape with his wand, muttering to himself.

Draco seemed to be disgusted that a Muggleborn was talking to him, yet he answered nonetheless. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m not a 6th year short for my age.”

He didn’t expect her to laugh, and present day Draco would always remember the noise, for it brought the little sparkle of color from her life into his. “You’re funny,” she mumbled, adjusting to her robes once they tested them out, and smiled kindly at the man who helped her.

He watched her walk away after her way too cheerful goodbye, slightly confused (yet strangely pulled in) at her attitude. She didn’t seem to be imitated towards him like all the other people were, for the whole way to the shop people kept glancing at him and his father, either that or scurrying to the furthest side of the street, trying to avoid crossing paths with them.

Her opinion of the boy stayed the same, yet started stirring throughout First Year, moving into their Second.

So, as one could see, she never was shown a reason to mistrust the boy and his family, not until her father and mother recently go invested in the Daily Prophet, therefore mumbling to each other before bed with the kitchen light on, her Hogwarts letter for her second year right next to them, and, as her 12-year old curious eyes watched them through her bedroom cracked door, she saw her mother’s eyes glance at it nervously, almost like it was a howler and it was gonna yell at her any second.

“Those Malfoys, always trying to do something…” her father mumbled, running on a rant that the girl couldn’t quite catch, for their voices were hushed to a whisper.

Her mother’s eyebrows have been creased for the whole conversation, and yet they seemed to furrow deeper as her eyes scanned an article in the newspaper. The girl could see form her bedroom the moving graphics of different wizards, waving at the reader or simply moving out of frame. “Another paragraph about them, honestly, what is that father of theirs planning?” Her father asked, a slight angry tone in his voice that the girl has never heard. He would always be gentle and sweet towards her, so hearing this was like looking into a window of a new side of him.

She also recognized Draco’s last name, and talk of his father. Was Draco’s father bad? She surely didn’t want Draco being influenced by this, yet as a young child she couldn’t imagine fighting against that.

But, in the midst of worrying about her (what felt to be) friend, she heard her mother say something that made her young beating heart twist.

“I don’t know if I want our pumpkin hanging out with him if his father is like…well, that. She’s told us about him and how they hang out, you know,” her mother spoke softly, yet worry laced her words, all towards her daughter who was (or what the mother thought) sleeping soundly in her bed.

Her father rubbed his forehead with his fingers, sighing softly, eyes still set on the paper in front of them. He glanced at her letter, then back again at the Daily Prophet.

“But you know how she was struggling to make friends her First Year, being a Muggleborn as they call it, how do you think she’ll react when we tell her she can’t hang out with the one person who actually is growing to like her?” Her father protested, finally tearing his eyes away from the article and to her mother’s face, staring fondly at her. Whenever her father looked at her mother this way, she deeply wished to Rowena that she would one day find love just that deep, for her heart yearned for it such so that she crossed her fingers tightly and wished upon every shooting star for it.

Her mother took her turn to sigh, placing her hand on his arm. “I know, but look at what he’s surrounded by at home, do you really want our daughter to grow up with that danger so close to her? Within arms reach?”

Her father shook his head and that was when her heart broke.

She couldn’t take it any longer, her fingers curving around the door and pushing forward, her nightgown swishing behind her as she practically raced to the table to meet their gazes.

“Don’t take him away from me, Pa, I promise I won’t let his father hurt him,” she protested, her loud voice breaking through the silent of the night like a sharp knife compared to their hushed whispers.

Her mother’s eyes widened, reflecting her father’s expression as well but he was the first to compose himself. “You’re supposed to be in bed, young lady.”

She whined internally. “I couldn’t sleep, besides, I heard you say Draco’s last name and I know all about what you said. Please don’t make me leave him, he’s the only friend I have.”

Her mother’s eyebrows that were raised up in shock bent down in a compassionate curve, eyes softening at her daughter’s openness towards her friendship with the boy. Her mother then opened her arms for her daughter, noticing her glossy eyes and cheeks that were growing flushed by the second, and, with a soft sob, the girl fell into her mother’s embrace, wetting her mother’s favorite blouse with tears.

Her father sighed as her mother stroked the her daughter’s hair, whispering soft assurances in her ear.

“It’s okay, we won’t make you leave him, okay? Just be careful,” she whispered, waving off her father who made a protesting gesture, but softened up when her mother pointed at their distressed daughter.

She pulled away from her mother’s embrace, wiping her nose softly with her finger. “Really?” Her tears seemed to disappear in an instant, and that was an interesting thing about children. They would quickly grow a red face, yet as soon as happiness gripped onto them once again, all signs of sadness would vanish.

Her mother stroked her hair out of her daughter’s face, and nodded. “Yes, sweetie, just remember what I said, okay?” When she got a eager nod in response she added, “now off to bed, little one, mamma and daddy love you very much. Good night.”

With that, the little girl gleefully slipped into bed, thoughts of giggling with Draco in the Great Hall filling her mind, mostly his smile that graced his lips.

——

Throughout the years, her parents disapproval didn’t waver, yet they didn’t completely break the two apart. Her parents were quite strict though of their friendship, like they couldn’t see each other during the summer and only had to communicate through owning, yet that was plenty enough for them. She would write pages upon pages to Draco explaining a bunch of Muggle related things she did while he would update her on the Daily Prophet news (her parents never allowed her to even graze her fingertips on that paper, for they didn’t want her to see what they called “adult wizard stuff she wouldn’t understand”.)

Yet she was 17 now, in her Sixth Year of Hogwarts, so she would completely understand the material written, but sometimes they treated her like she was still 12 years old.

But, to her great dismay, (not totally) she found herself looking at Draco more often than not, gazing upon him with the way her father looked at her mother. She would mostly look at his eyes, for they looked like the clouds before a storm, swirling grey in the sky making the green of the trees look brighter.

She would think of them before every storm, looking out the Ravenclaw window and seeing the sky growing dark grey, yet she would think of not the thunder, but Draco’s eyes.

She knew her parents already didn’t approve of their friendship, yet a relationship? It would be even worse.

On the contrary, she couldn’t help but secretly confess to the boy, watching his grey eyes she dearly loved swirl with adoration, intertwining their pinkies under the blankets as they locked lips, his tasting like fresh rain and hers morning sunshine.

They kept it hidden, which was clear of reason, since her parents would sent more than fifty howlers if they found out.

Yet they did find out somehow, finding her letters under her pillow of him declaring his love for her, the wax seal of the Malfoys oh so distinct-able.

“Why would you sneak into my room?!” She yelled as soon as she found out, glaring at the letter clenched into her father’s fist. It was strange to her, for when the letter arrived she was gazing at it with such love and apprectation and now she looked at it as if she wanted it to disintegrate. Her childhood father, her sweet, loving father, was nothing compared to the fire in his eyes as if he wanted to glance at the paper and burn it with his stare. She wanted it to disappear, yet she didn’t want it permanently gone.

“I knew you were hiding something, young lady- you are always walking around on the tip of your toes and acting like you just won the lottery!” Her mother screeched, and her parents weren’t recognizable to her. She didn’t see the mother who embraced her and promised they wouldn’t take Draco away, or her father who softened at her mother’s gaze. No, she now saw hardened hearts and daring gazes, all towards her.

“Am I not allowed to be happy?” She asked, waving her arms around as if to prove a point. Why were they so upset about this? Sure there were a few (more like millions) of rumors about Draco’s father and Draco himself, yet she chose to ignore those hushed voices. She saw Draco for who he was, not what the world set him to be.

“Of course you are, just not with people like him!” Her father cut in, letter crinkling with each clench of his fingers, not knowing her daughter’s heart was cracking with each one that was added.

“But I love him!” She shouted, the words being pushed out of her, because all she could speak at the moment was the truth. And it was true, she did love him, yet she couldn’t help but fall apart because her parents would never allow her to love freely.

“Love him? What a joke,” He muttered the last sentence, making her chest burn. Not only did he not believe her, but he was also laughing so coldly as if he believed that her feelings were something to be tossed around when he was bored. “You are just telling yourself that, you don’t know what real love is. Now, me and your mother don’t want you seeing that silly boy again.”

Her heart broke into two, and, looking at her mother for comfort, only saw a heartbroken case, yet her mother didn’t say anything.

Her lips quivered, tears threatening to spill over. She pointed at her mother, sudden anger breaking through her broken self. “You promised you wouldn’t take him away from me! Now look at what you’re doing. You’re a coward and a traitor,” she spat, now glancing at her father. “Both of you. You say all you want is for me to be happy, well you’re not doing such a good job at it, since you’re taken my happiness right out of my hands.” She paused to take a breath, wanting to say more, yet she couldn’t. Her breathed hitched when she tried to say another word, tears blurring her vision but she managed to race right out the front door, ignoring her father’s shouts and mother’s concerned yells at her; for her bare feet have already sprinted across the pavement outside, allowing her to fun freely along the streets.

The moon had just came out within the clouds, the darkness surrounding her as the cool night breeze blew through her hair strands.

In a strange way, she liked the cold and the way it seemed to bite her arms. It gave her something to feel besides the dread she had sitting in her chest, getting more comfortable by the second. She liked how it gave her something else to think about, and the breeze snuck into the gap of her dress, the piece of clothing unbuttoned as she ran to a destination she didn’t know the name of quite yet.

She soon saw a figure in the distance and she somehow knew just who it was, like he knew she was in need of him and came as soon as he heard her heart call out to him for help.

The blonde hair was unmistakeable on the foggy street, his eyebrows furrowed and she could see such features as she ran more urgently towards him.

“Dra-” she sobbed, arms reaching out to him as she crashed into his chest, tears already soaking up his dress shirt. His arms wrapped around her shoulders, grounding her, giving her something to feel as she felt her heart slowly tape itself up now that she was in his arms.

“Shh,” he hushed her, stroking her hair, nestling his face into her skin as he pressed soft kisses there, trying to get her spriling head that was in the clouds down to earth with him.

She hiccuped, shaking in his arms as she gripped his clothing like he was the only thing keeping her alive. She tried backing out of his embrace to look him in the eyes, vision blurry. “T-they said-”

“I know I know,” Draco whispered, gently pushing her head back into his chest as if he somehow knew what happened back at the house. And he really didn’t know, to tell the truth, but her never ending tears gave him the clearest answer he needed. And he tried to act like it didn’t crack his own heart in half, for he wanted to stay strong for her.

The two lovers stood in the street lights, embraced, their shadows of their past love that wasn’t forbidden haunting them in the most pleasant way, and as they looked back upon it they couldn’t hep but wish it back, yet it was like trying to chase the wind, useless.

[mrssturnioloo]

SHARING IS CARING 𐙚

chris & matt sturniolo x fem! reader

some headcanons of what its like to date them BOTH

- hear me out. chris = ass. matt = tits.

- chris calls you ma/mamas. matt calls you princess/baby. the one nickname they have in common for you is babe. thats it.

- this is for my own enjoyment. they may not like taylor swift but they respect her. if you were a huge swiftie, they would buy you every vinyl they could and they'd most definitely take you to the eras tour as a surprise or smth.

- speaking of taylor swift, matt is speak now and chris is 1989. @mattslolita and me had a whole ass convo about this.

- chris is the type of bf to pretend to hit it from the back whenever you bend over.

- matt def grabs your throat or tits if he hugs you from behind.

- if you like to get your nails done, they pay for it even after you decline. but best believe they're fucking you like no other when you get home.

- atp it's practically routine for you to give them handjobs/blowjobs after you got your nails done. they just love seeing their girl on her knees with her manicured hands around their cocks.

- chris is more into pda than matt is. while matt will keep a hand on your back or hold your hand, chris will have a full on makeout session with you no matter who is around.

- nick, marylou, and jimmy all adore you.

- nick was 100% weirded out when he first found out. i mean who wouldn't be. both of your brothers dating the same girl. but he warmed up to you and the relationship pretty quick and he fights with matt and chris because he wants to spend time with you and your bfs never leave your side.

- seriously, they're clingy asf. its cute.

- they're both munches!!!

- matt takes the best photos of you. chris takes the worst cause he think they're funny!

- its rare but you love whenever they start growing stubble. they find it funny how sad are sad whenever they shave it

- you're on your knees for them no matter what they do. but you're on your knees the quickest whenever they're in black. 😩 (me fr)

- if you speak a different language, you better believe they will learn it for you.

- if you are a youtuber like them, they practically beg for you to come join them in car videos. they're featured on your channel a lot.

- if you're extremely famous, like a singer or actress, they're the most supportive bfs ever.

- no matter what they're extremely supportive.

tags: @mattslolita @mattsdolly @sturniolosluvv @chrissturniolosbf @55sturn @strniohoeee @love4jhene

[vivace-formulala]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒: 𝑺𝒐 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑶𝒏 𝑻𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 (𝑶𝑩𝟖𝟕 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

🫵: “ AFAB ; same-aged ; you can drive ; you’re British ; you like Taylor Swift ; you fix cars ; ”

⌛️: around winter break 2024

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That night, you sit on your bed, the hum of your laptop breaking the silence. Your fingers hover over the keys—unsure at first—but curiosity wins. You type his name into the search bar: Oliver James Bearman.

And then it happens. You fall down the rabbit hole.

First stop: his Wikipedia page. The guy is famous famous. You scroll past the basics—his birthday, early career, teams he's driven for. But it’s the photos that really catch your eye. Young Ollie, barely fifteen, smiling wide after a race win. And then, an older Ollie, still flashing that toothy grin, but with a face stronger jaw and neck that’s seen more of the world.

You click on the links to his racing highlights, watching old footage from PREMA Racing—raw and unpolished, from when he was just starting out.

You laugh too much at some of the behind-the-scenes, especially the ones where he looks embarrassed but is forced to wear a ridiculous bunny costume or gets a bucket of ice water dumped on him mid-interview, or even carving onions. There's one clip you like particularly of him saying goodbye to PREMA Racing after his final Formula 2 race, hugging his junior team with more emotion than you'd expect. Ollie’s a big softie.

You can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be wrapped up in one of his hugs.

Hours fly by as you binge-watch video after video. By the time you close your laptop, the clock has long since passed midnight. You reluctantly shut it down, but now, Ollie’s not just the guy next to you in driving lessons—he’s more. He’s an athlete, driven, ambitious. And his journey is only beginning.

Day 4 of driving school arrives with an unexpected sense of ease.

You're already in the car, engine, and stereo humming low, waiting for Ollie. He slides into the driver’s seat, flashing his usual grin. “Ready to go?”

You nod, cracking the window to let the morning air rush in. When Ollie’s in a joking mood, you know the lesson’s going to be fun.

Today’s driving is smooth. Ollie’s relaxed, confident even. And you? You’re relaxed too. For once, you don’t feel like you’re in the passenger seat of a car that could flip over at any moment. You just watch as he handles the road, navigating the streets with care. It’s almost impressive how quickly he’s gotten the hang of it.

"So," you say casually, "I stalked you last night."

“I appreciate your honesty,” Ollie laughs.

You nod in agreement. “I practically know everything about you now.”

“Do you?” He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused.

“Yep.” You say popping the P. You tell him everything you discovered—from his early media days to his impressive race wins. Reading about the boy who's been giving you a hard time over the past few days was fun, but hearing it straight from him? Even better.

“Then what about Saudi Arabia last year?” You ask eagerly. It was a beautiful drive and a beautiful day and you were catching up to the present and recent events of his career.

“I got the call maybe,” he pauses, “two? Three hours before the race.”

“No way.” Your jaw drops. “Good thing you were just casually in the area, huh?”

Ollie laughs. “I was there for my F2 race. But I had to race in F1 instead, so I missed out on some career points.”

“Oh, screw that,” you laugh, nudging his shoulder. “You finished 7th in F1, for the top dog. That must’ve been worth it.”

He fights a smile before giving in, nodding. “Yeah, it was worth it.”

The only time your yapping was put on pause was when Taylor Swift came on the radio.

“Oh my God, I love this!” You laugh, turning up the volume as the opening guitar riff of You Belong With Me fills the car.

To your surprise, Ollie sings along to the first verse.

“You know this song?” you ask, eyes wide.

“There was a whole video PREMA made. I thought you stalked me,” he teases.

You both sing at the top of your lungs, swaying to the music, completely caught up in the joy of the moment. It’s a beautiful drive, a beautiful day—and you and Ollie are singing your hearts out.

Soon, you plug your phone into the speaker and play all the hits—indoctrinating Ollie into the essential Swiftie catalog.

“And this one?” you ask, as Sparks Fly starts playing. “Always makes me swoon.”

“The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm— And I’m a house of cards,” you start, way too caught up in the fun to care about how silly it is.

“Is this your favorite?” Ollie asks, but you don’t see his eyes as he watches you, taking in your unfiltered happiness.

It’s ridiculous, but you’re having the time of your life, driving through familiar streets with your voice blending with Taylor’s, while Ollie’s thinking that he definitely likes seeing you so carefree. Loves seeing you happy.

“Yeah,” you laugh, “it’s just so fun to sing.”

You reach for the wheel to adjust the car when Ollie drifts too close to the white road markers. “Focus on the road, Ollie, not my beautiful voice.”

Ollie thinks your voice is wonderful.

The conversation drifts back to Ollie’s time at PREMA Racing—his teammates, the people who’ve been there from the start. You casually ask about his relationships with them.

“So, what’s it like, having your teammates double as your worst enemies?” you ask, leaning back in the seat. “Seems a little… conflicting.”

Ollie shrugs, glancing in the rearview mirror. “Yeah, I mean, on the track they drive hard and really challenge you, but off the track we go out and try to live as normal teen lives as possible.”

“That was such a PR answer.” You snort.

“You’d be surprised how often that question comes up.” He smiles as he upshifts the car.

“But no, they’re solid back at Prema. Dino, Kimi, Arvid, Maya... We all travel the world together for races and try to really connect just outside of racing.” Ollie smiles fondly at the thought of his friends that he grew up with.

“So, what I’m hearing is, you have no friends except other drivers,” you tease.

“No!” Ollie says defensively but quite amused. “I take full offense to that.”

“Name one other friend who isn’t a driver,” you challenge.

He pauses, thinking for a moment. Then two. Then three.

“Your silence speaks volumes, Ollie.”

“Shut up, I’m thinking.”

You laugh, looking out the window. You feel strangely honored to be part of his exclusive non-driver friends list. As Ollie switches lanes, you can’t help but admire the way he handles the car.

And Ollie? He’s enjoying the ride with you. He briefly entertains the idea of taking you around London—driving you through the city you grew up in, letting you play more Taylor Swift songs, and turning you into his official passenger princess.

Then, without warning, you throw him off with a teasing question: “By the way, before I forget—are any of your friends from PREMA single?”

Ollie’s smile falters for just a moment, his eyes darkening as he glances at you. He doesn’t answer immediately, and when he does, his voice is quieter than usual. “Why?”

You blink, surprised at the sudden shift. You didn’t mean anything by it. It was just a joke, one of those harmless questions that popped into your head. But maybe it was a little too silly.

“I mean,” you continue, trying to keep things light, “I wouldn’t mind paddock passes.” You laugh.

“I can get you paddock passes. What do you need my friends for?” Ollie’s voice tightens.

You hum, keeping it playful. “Oh, I wouldn’t mind dipping my toes in WAG culture. The Formula 1 WAGs are apparently top-tier.” You smile, but Ollie won’t meet your eyes. “Gabriele’s single, right? Arvid too?”

Ollie’s grip on the wheel tightens. “Yeah. They’re both single.”

The air shifts, thickening with something you can’t quite place. Ollie’s mood is suddenly different—defensive, maybe?

You brush it off, thinking maybe he’s just tired, or maybe he’s just a little sensitive about his friends. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m just asking. Saw them in the videos.” You say quietly to justify yourself.

But something in the air has shifted. Ollie’s mood is different, defensive almost. You try to lighten it up by cracking a joke about their Pico Park gaming episode, but it doesn’t land the way you expect. His eyes stay on the road, a frown etched into his features.

“Right,” he mutters, and the tension is palpable now. The conversation feels awkward, heavier than it should be.

It’s quiet for a few more meters, and you feel extremely uncomfortable.

“You…. You okay?” you ask, trying to figure out what just happened. You didn’t say anything wrong, did you?

Ollie doesn’t answer. Instead, he shifts in his seat, his jaw clenched, and the rest of the drive goes in silence. Every time you try to break the ice, it feels like he’s pulling further away.

As you pull into the parking lot of the school, you can’t ignore the heavy tension. It feels like you’ve crossed some invisible line, though you can’t figure out where or why.

“Well,” you say, trying to break the silence, “guess we’re done for today.”

Ollie nods stiffly. “Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

He gets out, walking away without another word. You watch him go, stomach twisting with confusion. What just happened? A simple question, and yet the mood shifted so abruptly.

You drive home, mind racing, trying to make sense of it. Why did he react that way? Was it something you said?

You’ll probably have to wait until tomorrow to find out. Because whatever it was, Ollie’s definitely not admitting it today.

Maybe. You were supposed to invite him for some boba for a job well done too.

© ｖｉｖａｃｅ－ｆｏｒｍｕｌａｌａ

[greynatomy]

where were you in the morning - four

alessia russo x reader

happy bday to our star girl pookie

previous - next

———

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Alessia hoped to run into you whenever she went out in London, but with no such luck.

She wanted to reach out, to contact you, but how does one get in touch with such a high profile celebrity like yourself, so she gave up.

In the months that had passed, you released a new album. Alessia listened to it when it first came out, just wanting to hear your voice. One song in particular, had her thinking about that night.

—

Alessia had just gotten back home after training. Exhausted, she decided to relax in her living room, turning her radio on for some background noise.

“We’ve got some new music for you all today. Here’s Y/N Y/LN’s new single, Where Were You In The Morning.”

You said I want to get to know ya Why you gotta get my hopes up? You said that you were staying over But then I woke up to the cold air

How could you make me believe That there was something between you and me, yeah? I look around and I don’t see you

Alessia had an off day the next day so she decided on a glass of wine. This song could’ve been about anyone, she thoughts You were famous, so of course you’ve probably been with other girls.

And I thought you really felt this When we were talking about breakfast You made it seem like we connected I guess I just didn’t expect this

She was in denial now. Breakfast. She vividly remembered that conversation, how she was going to take you to one of her favorite places.

And I hope you had a good reason ‘Cause I know you had a good time And I’m looking up at the ceiling And I keep wondering why

Where were you in the morning, baby? How do you, how do you just walk away?

—

It was now Christmas and Alessia was invited to an event with some of her National teammates.

“Great party, huh?” Ella says over the loud music, drink in hand.

“Yeah, so many celebrities.” Leah comes up wrapping her arms around the two.

“I know! I met Taylor Swift earlier! Didn’t know who I was but I met her!” Ella shrugs, excited to have met someone.

“Did you take a picture?” Alessia asks.

“Nah. Didn’t want to be too weird y’know.”

“Alright, alright! We’ve got another performance for you all tonight. Give it up for Y/N Y/LN!”

As you walked onto the stage, Alessia stood frozen and eyes wide, her friends having the same reaction.

“Oh my god, Less!”

[thetenthsunrise]

the horizon in your eye -- character art/introductions

An intro to (most of) Jango's children in my AU, the horizon in your eye. Most of this art is a over year old, so bear with me, please. And yes, I know that I'm missing Boba and Omega, but I just never got around to them, lol.

All under the cut!

Bacara || The Silence

song: Wish You Were Here, Pink Floyd

As Jango Fett’s eldest son, the often quiet Bacara serves as a lynchpin for his family. His truest loyalty is to his family, no matter the circumstances…or the danger of that loyalty. 

Kote || The Glory

song: In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, Neutral Milk Hotel

Kote–known to some as Cody–finds himself grappling with destiny and his own will as legends make themselves known. 

Fox || The Pawn

song: What I’ve Done, Linkin Park

Calculated and proud, Fox is forced into the position of Marshal Commander of The Coruscant Guard. There, he uncovers the heart of the war and struggles with his own role. 

Wolffe || The Anger

song: The Black Dog, Taylor Swift

Wolffe is Jango’s fourth son and the one who is said to have inherited the worst of his father’s qualities. Despite his brashness, however, Wolffe has never backed down from any fight he deems worthy. 

Ponds || The Regret song: No Complaints, Noah Kahan

Despite being the right hand man to one of the most famous Jedi, Ponds often allows himself to slip into the background, content to be a watcher. But it is him who creates the first cracks in their family, as enemies to their throne seek to gain an advantage. 

Bly || The Lover

song: This Must Be the Place (Naïve Melody), The Lumineers

Bly is a man driven by desire and love. When duty and this love interact, he finds himself at an impasse, torn between his role as a Commander and his status as a brother and a lover. 

Rex || The Eyes

song: Fallen Fruit, Lorde

Bearing the jaig eyes, Rex is known for his courage and his unrelenting spirit. However, as the war drags on, he finds himself facing loss after loss and the weight of being both a brother and a commanding officer. 

Kix || The Hands

song: ilomilo, Billie Eilish

Kix is a healer at heart, and has been put into the Medic Corps in order to make full use of his skills. Calm, level-headed, and distinctly rational, Kix serves as a foundation within the ranks of the 501st. 

Jesse || The Loyal

song: Dog Days Are Over, Florence + The Machine

Jesse is a man who has never quite forget the original purpose he was bred for. He joins the fight out of loyalty to not only his home, but out of a desire to fulfil his purpose and find something else to fight for. 

Fives || The Revelation

song: 42, Coldplay

Fives is not a man who can easily be told no. Every loss he suffers only serves to drive the young man further, giving him purpose and reason…but endangering him all the same. 

Echo || The Lost

song: Last Words of a Shooting Star, Mitski

Echo, contrary to the seemingly endless movement of his twin, is a man caught in a stasis of his own making. Having never forgotten what happened to Kamino, Echo seeks to move forward and make a new life for himself. 

Dogma || The Fire

song: Don’t Ask, Just Let Me Know

Dogma is named for his own rigidity and adherence to the rules, no matter the cost. However, he still seeks to create an identity for himself, one removed from both his father and Kamino. 

Tup || The Tears

song: Funeral, Phoebe Bridgers

As Jango Fett’s third youngest, Tup has often found himself struggling with the passage of time. When the fight turns against him though, it is he who his family rallies around. 

anyways. thats that. sorry this is a mile long LMAOOOO

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

Never Grow Up

Word count: 3.0K

Summary: Taylor's still going on tour despite having a teen kid and reader just wants to spend quality time with her but Taylor's too busy. Reader thought that Taylor would reschedule the tour dates around daughter's birthday until she saw the tour dates being released online. Reader got mad and that was her final straw so the relationship is fractured.

Warnings: angst, single mom, mention of abortion, hurt/comfort

Pairing: Taylor Swift X Daughter!Reader

First time writing for Taylor! Hope you like it💜

———

Being Taylor Swift’s Daughter had it’s own perks and flaws.

She had you in when she was 20, and your father has always been out of the picture. You never got to know him, never met him and never asked about him but as far as you knew, he wasn’t one of the famous Taylor’s exes, he was just a random guy your mother had fallen in love with. She never talked about him, not her, or her family and since the subject was apparently so delicate, not once did you ever dare ask. There weren’t any pictures in the house, not in photo albums… it seemed like everyone had tried deleting his existence.

However it’s not like you ever needed a father figure. Your family always made you feel loved, you had all the attentions you could ever ask for and you have always been happy, no matter where you were in the world. However the first years of your life weren’t easy for your mother. She was still very young herself, but at the same time she was supposed to be going on tours, concerts and make her fans happy, all while also having to take care of you. Thankfully, her mother was a big help in that too. She would help take care of you and watch you when Taylor was on concerts. She was busy, yes but she always, always made time for you, no matter where you were around the world, wether it be a couple days, and some times even a full week, depending on bow busy her schedule was.

Were you a fan of hers? Yes, of course you were. You have no reminiscence of when you were younger, buy ever since you turned 5 you had been going to every concert of hers. You would either stay in the backstage, or in the booth with your grandma, Andrea, with one of the best views in the stadium, and slowly people had started to acknowledge you too. Taylor had never publicly talked about you, buy everyone knew she had a daughter, and it was easy to know it was you, because you were identical, you were like Taylor’s mini-me, and also because of her song “Never Grow Up” which she wrote and published when you were just one year old. You knew every single one of her songs, you screamed each and every one of them while at times Andrea filmed you and posted it on her social, which is how Taylor’s fans found your social and start following you as well.

Going a bit back in time, when she took a break from music, you were just 7, you hoped to spend more and more time with her and you did, but to an extent. Her mental health wasn’t the best, and she was always busy writing/recording songs and getting ready for her next tours, so her time with you became less and less and less, to the point where you’d rarely get to spend time with her, however, you tried. 

During Covid you finally got to spend so much time with her, after her Lover Tour was canceled. That’s when you decided to follow in on her footsteps. You were 11 and you already knew how to play the guitar, but you wanted to learn how to play the piano as well. One night you were supposed to be sleeping but you couldn’t, so you went where you knew your mom would be. She was in the soundproof room playing the piano and humming, trying to get ideas for a new song. You stood there at the door, waiting for your mom to acknowledge you. That happened pretty soon. She turned around and saw you standing there, in your pjs as you were holding your favorite teddy bear. Taylor smiled brightly at you and beckoned you to walk over to her.

“Hey little one, why aren’t you asleep yet?” She asked in a low, soothing voice. “I can’t sleep” you said in a tired voice, rubbing your eyes as Taylor made you sit in her lap sideways, so that you were laying your head on her shoulder and she could look at you. She kissed your nose and cheeks and forehead, before moving some wild hair away from your face. “How about I sing to you?” She said with a smile, you looked up at her with your big, wide, sweet (e/c) eyes expectantly and she didn’t even need a reply before she started playing “Never Grow Up” on piano. That song is originally meant for a guitar but here she was, playing it on piano and singing it, turning it into a lullaby only for you to hear.

You were asleep in a matter of seconds, and even though Taylor noticed, she still continued singing until the song was over and then she picked you up and put you into her own bed, staying snuggled up to her for the night, feeling as safe as ever in your mother’s arms. “I love you little one” she whispered.

That was the last time your mother sang something to you.

The last time she cuddled you.

The last time she told you she loved you.

A few weeks after she started planning her Eras Tour. She needed everything ready in such a short matter of time, setlist, choreographies, stage shape and instruments, transitions, lights and all the stuff regarding a regular concert. Not a day went by without her on the phone, or working on her laptop, or in studios either dancing or singing. It was moments like this where you wished you had a father figure. Not even the holidays you two spent together anymore. It was like she had completely forgotten about you, it was like you were just one random person in her house she had to cook for.

Two years later, On another identical night of your mother working, you decided to disturb her, just this once. “Hey mom” you said, walking over and sitting next to her on the couch. She was leaning forwards to the table where her laptop was placed. However, she didn’t reply to you. “Mom?” You asked again. You heard her sigh as she gave you an answer, not taking her eyes off the screen. “Yes, sweetie?” She asked, “Can we watch a movie tonight? Maybe we can order McDonalds and watch something?” You said as you leaned in closer to her, laying your head on her shoulder. “(Y/N) I can’t, I’m busy” she said and for a moment you were quiet as you looked towards the screen of her laptop, you could see she was scheduling the dates for the concert. You just hoped she would have a free day on your fourteenth birthday, like she promised.

“Oh come on, it’s just a movie, only for tonight. Please?” You pouted and wrapped your arms around her, hoping this might convince her. “I said in busy. Tour starts soon and I still need to figure out a few dates” she said and you groaned. “Please mom, we haven’t cuddled in a while-“ she interrupted you by removing your arms around herself. “I said no, (Y/N)!” She said, raising her voice which made you look at her with wide eyes, and kind of in shock. She never raised her voice at you until now. “God these days you’re so bothering, just go sleep!” You knew she didn’t mean it, but in this moment you couldn’t help but be hurt at her words. She couldn’t even be bothered to look at you when you got up and ran to your bedroom, locking yourself in as you cried into the pillow.

That was the last time you asked your mother to cuddle you.

From that day on, you barely talked to her. Not that you even needed to, either way. She was still always on the phone. The only differences where the fact that you’d go to your room immediately after lunch, and not stay and watch TV with her, and you’d go to Andrea’s place all day. She noticed you were sadder than usual. She noticed that you were more cuddly with her than usual. She also noticed you were quieter. When she asked if you were okay, you shrugged and said you were, And she also asked Taylor, who replied telling her that nothing was different, and most likely you were just acting up. It was weird to you, how your mother didn’t realize that she was neglecting you and your grandma had realized that just seeing you a couple days.

You ended up telling Andrea what was happening, and she tried to reassure you, saying that she was just nervous for the whole eras tour thing, and when it started things would become easier… but you weren’t sure of that.

A couple weeks later, what you feared became true. You were in your room when your mom made a post on instagram announcing the Eras Tour dates and you scanned through it, until you read it. “KC night 1 7/7/23”. Your birthday. She was having a concert on your birthday. You took your phone and rushed to the living room, where your mom was on the phone with her publicist, Tree. “Mom, seriously??” You asked her, not caring if she was on the phone or not. You heard her sigh “Tree, wait a second” she said and put the phone on mute, looking at me. “What is it?” She asked and you rolled your eyes. “You put a concert date on my birthday” you said and she sighed again. “Can we not do this now? This is important-“ you interrupted her again. “More important than your daughter?” You talked back.

Taylor was silent for a while, before excusing herself with Tree and ending the call, and you repeated what you said. “You put a concert date on my birthday” she nodded, looking confused “yeah, and?” You shook your head. “You had promised me you’d have the day free so you could spend it with me! It’s been a long time since we last had a day together, just you and me…” you looked down, but she didn’t seem to be bothered. “We’ll spend some time together after the concert like we already did.” She looked away from you, eyes back on her phone. “But that’s not what you promised!” You said and raised your voice, making her look at you. “(Y/N), right now, tour’s more important-“ you interrupted her, “then why did you have me?” She looked up back at you, looking more confused than ever.

“Huh?” She asked and only now did she notice that you had tears in your eyes. “Why did you have me if tours are more important than me?” At that, Taylor got up and walked over to you, eyes full of worry and remorse, maybe. “The fact that I’m now busy with tour doesn’t mean that I love you any less” she said and knelt down in front of you. “But you don’t show it! You don’t show that you love me…” You said and she furrowed her brows, even more confused. A couple tears leaving your eyes. “do you remember when was the last time we celebrated my birthday together?” You asked her and saw how she shook her head, thinking of a reply. “It was 6 years ago. I was 8, mom” you said “it was 2017, remember what period it was?” Once again, she didn’t reply, but you both knew what period it was. “When was the last time you told me you loved? I don’t remember it” you didn’t remember it, but Taylor did. You had fallen asleep in her lap and she had just stopped singing you “Never grow up.” She stood up and sighed, watching you cry but she didn’t feel like apologizing would be enough.

“If you knew you weren’t going to have time for me, you could have aborted me” your voice broke as you were saying this, and you rushed back into your bedroom, not knowing that in that precise moment, your mother was bawling her eyes out too. She wanted to spend more time with you, she really did, but at the same rime, she really didn’t have time.

The day of your birthday, you wouldn’t be seeing your mother until the concert. You woke up to no text from her, which made tears well up in your eyes but you quickly blinked them away and went on with your day. Andrea had gifted you a necklace with a dream catcher, which you really liked, but you would have needed no gift if only you could spend your day with your mother, but by now you had given up on that occasion.

The concert went by normally, like any other, and you had spent it in the booth with Andrea, smiling whenever people asked pictures of you as well and exchanging friendship bracelets with them, like grandma had showed you. Soon it was the moment of the surprise songs and you were expecting her to take her guitar, but she didn’t.

She sat at her piano, and started talking. “Well, welcome to the surprise songs” she started and everyone clapped their hands, screaming in joy and adoration. There was a reason behind every surprise song she chose for every night and you were curious as to what tonight’s reasons would be. “On normal occasions I would be playing this song on guitar, but this isn’t a normal occasion” she smiled at what she was about to say, and you furrowed your brows in confusion. Was she talking about your birthday? “As I’m pretty sure all of you know, I have a daughter, her name’s (Y/N)” everyone began cheering even more. Yes, she was talking about your birthday. “I have never talked publicly about her, but tonight’s her birthday, so I wanted to surprise her. She’s here tonight, and she’s in that booth over there with my mom” she pointed over to you with a smile, and everyone cheered again.

“It’s been a rough period for both of us. I’ve been very busy with tour, and she’s been wanting to spend more time with me and I feel like a very bad mother for not being able to give her what she wants, and apologizing doesn’t really work all the time, she’s stubborn as hell” the crowd laughed and you couldn’t help but smile at her words and you leaned into Andrea, who gave you a side hug. “Well anyway as I was saying, this is a very special occasion as it’s her birthday so I’ll play this song on piano instead of guitar, and I would like you all to look at the screen behind me as I play this song. Happy birthday little one, this is for you”

With that, Taylor started playing “Never Grow Up”, the song she wrote about you, for you.

Your little hand’s wrapped around my finger and it’s so quiet in the world tonight Your little eyelids flutter ‘cause your dreamin’ So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

A video started playing on the huge screen behind her. Photos and videos of you as a child with her, both so young and happy. Taylor was smiling brightly and you laughed whenever you were around her and her family, now you understood more the words:

To you everything’s funny you got nothing to regret, I’d give all I have honey if you could stay like that

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up Don't you ever grow up Just stay this little Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up Don't you ever grow up It could stay this simple I won't let nobody hurt you Won't let no one break your heart And no one will desert you Just try to never grow up Never grow up

You started tearing up more with the chorus as you sang along, and behind her more videos of the both of you were being played. No matter where or how Taylor was in life, she always loved you, every day more than the other. A side screen showed her as she was playing this song in this very moment, tears leaving her eyes and more forming in them. As the song came to an end, she spoke again. “Happy birthday babygirl, mama loves you so so much” she said and sniffled, wiping her tears. The crowd was louder than ever, and like other times she stopped to take it all in.

“Can I go to her?” You asked Grandma and she nodded, explaining that she had anticipated this would happen and already had a bodyguard ready and waiting for you. He quickly took you backstage and showed you the way up to the stage, even if you knew it already.

The stage doors opened to reveal you, and everyone cheered even louder as you started running your way to the front of the stage, where your mom was. Taylor turned around to look at you, smiling brightly as she got up and made her way towards you, arms opened for you to get into a tight, warm embrace. When you were finally in her arms, you both cried a bit more as you placed your head on her chest, and her head was right on top of yours. When you pulled back she took her in-ear monitors off, cupped your cheeks, looked at you and said “I love you so so so much, please never forget that”

“I love you too mom” you said almost in between sobs. She kissed your forehead and pulled you into another, tight hug.

[iateyourparents]

fOoL fOr YoU | c.b.

pairing: colby brock x singer!fem!reader

summary: fate has its own ways to connect people who are destined to each other, even after breaking them apart at some point in life.

warnings: kinda short, use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry but english is not my first language)

an: songs used here are fOoL fOr YoU by ZAYN, My stupid heart by Walk off the Earth. Album used in here - Lover by Taylor Swift.

pictures are from pinterest:)

“Come on guys, let me hear you! I know you like this one!” you said to microphone before continuing the song “Cause I’m a fool for you and the things, the things you do…”

You heard crowd clearly and loudly singing with you your debutant song and you couldn’t feel more proud.

Even though since realese of this song you made two whole albums it still was most of your fans’ favorite song, and to be honest, it was yours too.

It was song about your teenage love, how you felt about that one boy that you aren’t even in touch anymore. You wrote fOoL fOr YoU while you still were a lovesick teenager but before you were able to present it to your former muse from these times, you were broken up.

Then, years later you met that amazing man, Charles, who took you under his wings becoming your manager and helped you with realesing your debutant single - fOoL fOr YoU.

And that’s how you became pretty famous and now, here you were playing all around the world for your “we’ll never be the same again” world tour, promoting your newest album.

“Alright, that was so good! Thank you!” you took a break to take a sip of water and then you were back in front of the chanting crowd “Okay, so I wrote this one about my ex who was absolutely awful experience but also taught me a lot.”

You could hear loud screams from a crowd which already knew what song you were about to sing so you just laughed and started singing, crowd following also started shouting lyrics.

“My stupid heart don’t know, I’ve tried to let you go so many times before…”

After few more songs you bided your goodbye to the crowd promising you will be back someday and you got off the stage and met Charles on backstage.

„How was it?” you asked with smile, sipping water.

„That was great!” you could say he was proud „And you were worried you wouldn’t be able to play on arenas.”

„That’s a big step!” you defended yourself with smile „I can’t wait to take a shower, I stink.” you grimaced.

„I won’t disagree.” he laughed and hugged you „Go relax a little before we have to go to tourbus.”

„You too Charlie, I know that you are secretly almost ripping off your hair.”

Now you were supposed to head to Los Angeles where you would play two concerts and then you would have a month long break before starting last part of the tour - Europe.

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You were currently sitting at the vanity in your changing room. Your make up artist, Sarah, was doing your make up for your last performance before a break when Charles came into the room.

„Hi” he started.

„Hi Charlie, what’s up?” you could tell he had some offer for you.

„What do you say, you, me and your band go to some club after you come off the stage to celebrate successful tour?”

You looked at him in the mirror and smirked at him.

„Sounds great to me.”

|||

You and your crew sat in some club. You weren’t drunk but it felt good to feel more easy with alcohol in your system after stressful couple of weeks.

„My forever favorite moment is when this one fan threw his boxers on scene and they landed perfectly in front of y/n. Her face was priceless.” Mark, the drummer, laughed. You loved talking about memories from the tour but that memory actually was traumatizing since it was the first time ever when something like this happened.

„I felt attacked.” you joked and took a last sip of your sweet drink „I’ll go order next one. Somebody wants something?”

You heard chorus of no’s and assurances that they have almost full glasses so you just walked towards the counter and waited for a bartender to end taking someone else’s order.

„Your concert was awesome.” you heard next to you. When you turned to the side you saw someone you thought you would never see again in person.

Infamous ghost hunter, your ex and an old muse of yours.

Cole Brock.

Or rather, Colby.

„Thank you” you smiled „Fancy seeing you here.”

„I live in LA.” he explained „I liked this one song, what was it? Fool for you?”

You smirked and shook your head „Yeah, I like it too.”

„So, was I good muse?” he winked and you laughed. Of course he would know it was about him. You’re pretty sure that when you were together you were sometimes telling him parts of this song.

„Excellent, thank you.”

„I’m always happy to help, so if you will need some new music, here’s my number.” he handed you a piece of paper with some numbers.

„I’ll make sure to call if i’ll need anything.” you winked at him and he laughed.

„I hope so.” he looked behind his back where a blonde boy, Sam, called him „I have to go but i’ll be waiting for your call.”

|||

If some days later you actually called Colby, nobody have to know. And if that meeting ended with him tangled in your sheets, also nobody have to know. And if this was more than one time occurrence then also nobody have to know.

And if your next album called ’Lover’ was about him and everyone knew it was about him, then it’s okay.

And if you both tattooed ’fOoL fOr YoU’ on your hips on the day of your wedding, then it’s great even if everybody knows.

You two really were like lovesick fools.

[jon-sedai]

ASOIAF entities as main pop girlies

The Night's Watch = Katy Perry

Once upon a time, pop's most influential hit maker suddenly decided to dye her hair blonde and get a pixie cut, got political, and publicly spoke to a therapist who told her to get her shit together. Thus began her never-ending flop era.

In an unrelated sequence of events, Aegon I Targaryen (a weird blonde man) invaded Westeros, created a central political unit, told the different kingdoms to get their shit together, and cut off the NW's weekly supply of men since there were no more pointless wars going around. Thus began their never-ending flop era.

BTW Jon Snow is the NW's 'Harleys in Hawaii'....their first and only hit in a really long time :(

The Kingsguard = Taylor Swift

Very famous, very rich, very influential, actually has a history of producing incredible material. But every now and then, you get a pop album that's just so..... bleh :/ And is Jaime Lannister the Westeros version of Taylor's Reputation era? Idk, you tell me....

Also, remember how TS had a feud with KP but got more famous and successful as Katy faded into irrelevance? Yeah, me too. In the same vein, the KG continues to maintain its high reputation while its counterpart (the NW) becomes even more irrelevant than it already was, if that's even possible.

The Golden Company = Gaga

Exclusively for the gays and no one else. There's really no doubt about it. But Gaga hurt the fanbase when she decided to pivot into acting, which is currently giving her more success than the music stuff. The GC has a great reputation but comes from a history of flop rebellions. So they've pivoted to a "Targaryen" pretender in hopes that they can win big this time around.

The Rainbowguard = Charli XCX

Huh?? Shouldn't the Rainbow Guard be Gaga??!

Please 🙄 don't be ridiculous. They do not have the material, and that's the T. But they're both for the gals and the gays. And in the same way that Charli had like two hits then faded into the shadows, the Rainbow Guard really can only claim Loras and Brienne. The rest are inconsequential.

The Brotherhood Without Banners = Dula Peep (aka Dua Lipa)

Who doesn't know THE Albanian pop princess Dula Peep?? She new, she's hot, and she's from out of town! She's got good music, but critics say that she's been recycling the same sound for a while now which is getting stale. The BWB has fallen into the hands of a foreign red god, and critics say that they can't produce a hit anymore since they kept recycling the same Beric. They did it six times, which got a little stale...

The Faceless Men = Grimes

Grimes makes really good music, I think? Also, remember when she dated a douchebag billionaire, got dumped, then staged a PR stunt reading the communist manifesto? Me neither. Anyway, the FM are known for being very good assassins who sell their services for the highest price possible. They were also founded by slaves, but that's probably unrelated.

Maesters of the Citadel = SZA

The talent is there, the influence is there, and the reputation is there. But you cannot trust them because they like to lie a lot...unprovoked.

[BONUS] Robb Stark's Vanguard = Bebe Rexha

Bebe is responsible for some of the greatest pop hits of the 21st century; she's even written one of the greatest K-pop songs of all time, that's a whole other region!! She's the very face of talent, but she's unfortunately a blink and you'll miss it type of gal. The average Joe would most likely struggle to name more than two songs from her. Robb's Vanguard also has the talent. They have the material. But sadly, 90% of us would struggle to identify anyone not named Dacey Mormont. I mean, did you even remember that this group existed?

[BONUS] Tywin Lannister = Nicki Minaj

A very talented but messy bitch who likes to play around with extremely problematic people...do I need to elaborate any further?

[karrashifts]

Answering your Shifting Questions pt2!! ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆

.ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 What does a day in your fame DR look like?

This is super hard to answer since everyday looks different just like they do here. Currently I am mostly at home and planning my wedding so I get up late, do chores, maybe stream live on Instagram and then do some planning. Sometimes I go out with friends or my fiance but as of right now my life is rather calm.

When I am filming thats of course entirely different and I usually have to get up early to go to set, get my makeup done and start filming. It usually only lasts till the afternoon and i'll either get food somewhere or go home to cook.

Especially with scheduled interviews and events everything can always differ but these are the two normal types of days I can think of during non filming and filming period.

.ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 Which Gong Yoo is your favorite and why?

For context — Gong Yoo is my s/o and I shift to him and his characters in multiple different realities.

In my DRS themselves i cannot really pick a favorite since i scripted i forget about other s/o's once i get to a DR. I really only ever have eyes for the one currently at hand. In terms of this reality i would say that all of them are pretty much the same except for some personality traits, age and styling choices, making it hard to pick one. I do think that Gong Yoo himself in my main dr (my adult fame dr) is probably the dearest to me since he was the first and without his acting skills and roles I wouldn't even have started shifting to meet the others. I've also just been dating him the longest and I think he knows me the best.

.ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 Are there celebrities or people that ended up being rude? Ones that you didn't expect to be?

Hell yeah. I recently made a tik tok about this but plenty of celebrities really just keep their image up infront of a camera. Especially middle aged men. Johnny Depp, Chris Evans or Lee Byun Hun have all not been the nicest and are rather arrogant. On the other hand I've especially made bad experiences in the music industry. My DR currently faces the most drama with Taylor Swift but Chappel Roan and Chaeyoung from Twice are also kinda meh.

.ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 Is there anything about the film industry that is largely different?

Well to begin with Star Wars is obviously entirely different. The clone wars are a live action show filmed and realeased in a span of 17 years with the actors growing up on set. Therefore a lot of other shows haven't gotten released. The sequels also followed the plot of legends and only now shows such as Andor or Ahsoka are releasing since the clone wars have ended.

Marvel is also slightly different since Infinity War and Endgame were pushed together and released back to back in 2 years. Therefore everything got was sorta earlier in time.

Aside that singular movies and shows were realessed later/earlier/not at all etc & of course a lot of the casting isn't like it is here.

.ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 Any unexpected friendships?

YES PLENTY!!! The first one that comes to mind is Florence Pugh. I never really thought of her before shifting to this reality but since I directed black widow we grew super close and meet up a lot. She's genuinely one of the famous people that I feel like either isn't way too mature & serious but also not too childish so shes super fun to be around.

Aside that I am friends now with many people all around the industry because I often develop friend crushes for people I didn't even know existed but they js seem so cool ugh.

x mary

[anna-scribbles]

Any songs on the tortured poets department or the anthology that remind you of Emilie agreste or any other ML character? (though I know Emilie’s your special interest) I feel like the albatross and I can do it with a broken heart remind me so much of Adrien, and I always love your Taylor swift lyric analysis posts.

EXCELLENT question considering taylor swift just released an emilie agreste album. (and you’re so right about the adrien songs i definitely thought so too.) there were 6 songs that stood out to me as emilie songs, the first being:

I Can Fix Him, No Really I Can

this one is. well. it’s obvious that emilie is into toxic men. i love the idea that when she first got entangled with gabe, he was just an absolute broke problematic punk bisexual disaster (we can't ignore the harriel evidence) who her parents hated sooooo bad. and like literally everybody was so right that he was bad news but emilie was so confident that she could fix him until she finally realized that she was fr dying and he was actually going to terrorize the world about it. oops.

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

already mentioned as an adrien song (which it is) but emilie and adrien are admittedly very similar and this song hits on exactly why. it’s about having such a tight control on how you’re perceived by others, putting on a fake persona that can be idolized and adored by everyone no matter how you’re feeling inside. it’s about being SO good at your job that you can’t actually get out of it. accidentally mythologizing yourself. losing your grasp of what is performance vs authenticity. you get it

Clara Bow

OKAY THIS ONE MAKES ME CRAAAZY. okay okay okay. so SPEAKING of accidentally mythologizing yourself, the song clara bow hits on a lot of the same themes as icdiwabh but there's this added sense of inevitable circularity to it that just drives me insane. I especially think a lot about adrien almost inheriting his mother's space in the public eye - the way emilie's acting career and universal adoration paved the way for adrien to be famous from birth, the kind of fame that makes his life almost unlivable at times. the whole bridge articulates it beautifully, I think - "beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours/demanding more" and "it's hell on earth to be heavenly." the idea that the world demands beauty from emilie, and she gives and gives until her ambition eventually breaks her, and she passes the performance down to adrien. and he takes up the mantle. the future's bright, dazzling.

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

so again, we return to the alleged bisexual punk disaster youth of gabriel agreste😭 this song is mostly related to my personal way that I imagine gabe and emilie's early years lol. I imagine that one of the things that drew emilie to gabe initially was that he was so opposite of the way her british nobility family was, and she was trying to escape that life. but eventually, once the money and success got to him, he became someone exactly like the family she once ran from. and she became different too, in a way she always regretted. hence the "say that I loved you the way that you were." the part of this song that feels VERY emilie to me is the "I changed into goddesses, villains, and fools/changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules/all to outrun my desertion of you." I think that emilie is very malleable, easily adapting her personality and presentation to fit whoever she's trying to please at the moment. but she never plans to stick around for long.

I Hate It Here

this one makes me laugh bc "I'd say the 1830's but without all the racists😒" ABSOLUTELY feels like something emilie agreste would say😭 and feel like she cured racism. but as for the actual song, I see emilie as always tending toward escapism. no matter how content she's trying to be in her situation, she's always stitching together an escape plan in the back of her mind. she doesn't like being tied down. she's such a romantic, and constantly disappointed by reality. always planting secret gardens in her mind

The Bolter

THE BOLTER!!!!! IS THE EMILIE AGRESTE SONG OF ALL TIME. TO ME. okay okay every single line but especially verse 2. "he was a cad, wanted her bad/just like any good trophy hunter/and she liked the way it tastes" just SAY gabriel and emilie. just say it. also the "splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless" SCREAMS emilie to me. one of the first things that ever came to me about emilie was her being flighty and kind of unreliable, as well as deeply attention seeking. I think of her as someone who gets restless if she's in the same place for too long, who has trouble with commitment. it's easy for her to feel trapped, and her impulse is always to break free. thinking about how content she was to leave behind her loved ones, "there's an escape in escaping" really defines her character to me. and of course it bleeds into adrien's struggle with confinement and tendency to run away when he's feeling unwanted etc etc <3

THANKS FOR ASKING A QUESTION SO RELEVANT TO MY CURRENT INTERESTS<3 umm I will throw in a bonus adrien song which is robin. ok goodnight

[peachhcs]

so high school au ★ “you know how to ball i know aristotle”

→ emma grace x gabe perreault

or hockey player meets top of her class (inspired by taylor swift's song so high school)

→ moodboard + au masterlist

★ ☆ au background + timeline ★ ☆

gabe meets emma first semester of freshman year at boston college

he's taking a french class for fun even though he's fluent in french

him and emma end up next to one another for the class

at first, emma's not so sure about gabe since he acts kind of dumb in the class so the professor doesn't know he's fluent

that annoys her because she thinks it's stupid when people play dumb even though they're super smart

his athletic persona also throws her off a bit and she thinks he doesn't ever care at all because he's just forced to be in his classes to be able to play

they start talking after the first week of classes when gabe's actively doing another class's work

emma actively laughs out loud when she sees him trying to do economics

"something funny?"

she shakes her head and thus starts their mini whispering argument about economics

eventually that leads to gabe asking for her number to get help later on since emma claims she's so good at econ

after a few tutoring sessions emma realizes she might've been wrong about gabe all along

the two become close fairly quickly and he convinces her to come to one of his games that weekend

she starts learning a lot about hockey from gabe whenever he'd start rambling on about it during their tutoring sessions

finally after a month of tutoring gabe decides to ask her out on a date once the boys convince him she'd say yes

she agrees!

they go out to a fancy dinner where they're both pretty nervous it goes super well & gabe kisses her before dropping her off at her dorm

they start dating a week after!

→ emma grace:

emma grace cooper

she's a twin! her brother, tyler, also goes to bc and he swims

her and her brother are super close and always have been hence why they went to the same college together

her birthday is june 15th, 2005!

she's the top of her class & is always at the library trying to get her work done

4.0 slay

she's also fairly fluent in french so her and gabe enjoy talking back and forth in french around his friends so they don't know what they're taking about

enjoys swimming like her brother and sometimes does laps with him during free swim on the weekends

doesn't know a lot about hockey, but she enjoys learning more from gabe

starts falling in love with going to the games and starts showing up early to be at the front of the glass to see everything better

always has her nose in a book & rants to gabe about what happens in each of them

gabe quite literally towers over her since she isn't that tall, but she likes that he's taller than her

wears a lot of neutral/cool tone colors

a bit of an extroverted introvert so once you get to know her she becomes super talkative and can never shut up

talks gabe's ear off a lot when they're hanging out

makes gabe go to the library with her a lot and half the time he isn't even studying and just staring at her instead of

enjoys calling gabe dorky in an endearing way and he secretly loves it

→ gabe perreault:

younger brother to jacob, jeremy, and liliane perreault

he's fairly close with all of his siblings

mostly goes to lili when he needs relationship advice since he knows his brothers would just chirp at him

birthday is may 7th, 2005!

he's been playing hockey since he could walk since his dad is a famous professional ice hockey player & all of his siblings are hockey players as well

he's now a forward at boston college and was drafted 23rd overall by the new york rangers

he's best friends with his roommate, will smith

he's instantly attracted to emma when he first meets her and they sit together in class

he's actually super smart and only acts dumb sometimes because somehow he's got in his brain that athletes can't be smart at the same time

emma definitely changes that perspective for him

was super super nervous when he first asked her out

he's more of an introvert so him and emma balance well because they can both agree staying in is better than going out

loves listening to emma ramble on about what book she's currently reading and even starts reading them too!

when she goes to his game for the first time he almost combusts when he sees her in the sweatshirt he lent her for it

emma most definitely tries to give his style more variety so it isn't just sweats and sweatshirts all the time

the guys start chirping at him a lot when they find out he likes emma

can get a little possessive and jealous sometimes what emma says goes "walk him like a dog"

his siblings love her when they first meet emma

he enjoys calling emma "pretty girl" or "emmers" or "em"

→ quick author's note:

hii!! a little break in the 700 celly requests to introduce my newest au i've been saying for months i'd do!! i absolutely adore gabe and this au idea was actually sent in by anon in my inbox, so whoever you are thank you so much for the idea i love it!! i can't wait to develop their story more, so please send some requests in for emma and gabe too!!

[mirxndatano]

He ate my Heart (University AU, Halloween)

Summary: A student from Coruscant's 'High Republic' University has organized a Halloween party for everyone. Dim lights, alcohol, music, and costumes that can partially hide your identity—what could go wrong? That’s what Akemi thought, not expecting what would happen that night, especially with her crush… Qimir.

Pairing: Qimir x OC Female

Warnings: This is quite LONG, alcohol consumption, I wrote this for fun.

A/N: Sorry, this was supposed to be ready by Halloween, but I had writer's block and didn’t want to leave it unfinished. So here it is to wrap up the Spooky Season. Remember, this can also be a Qimir x Reader, I just don’t like using Y/N.

*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧

Akemi's house was the perfect place to study, or so the Aniseya twins said. The three friends were studying in the young woman's room, sitting on the bed while Akemi lay on the edge. It seemed like the next day's exam would be a challenge, so they needed to focus their minds and concentration on the topics covered in class. Until…

—So… are you going to the party this Friday? —asked Osha without looking up from her book.

—I don’t know —Akemi replied as she wrote down key words in her notebook—. Dad might not let me go.

—Kemi… Jecki is going, and she’s your younger sister. Do you think Sol would let her go without company? —Mae asked.

—Yord can go —Akemi replied.

—Your brother is way too overprotective; Jecki wouldn’t stand it.

Akemi shot them a quick glance but went back to focusing on her writing. The theories about personality just wouldn’t stick in her mind or stay stored in her brain. The twins exchanged confused looks. Every year, at the start of October, their friend was already thinking about the perfect Halloween costume. They had never met anyone else who got so excited for a single day. And just a month ago, Akemi had practically jumped with joy when she received an invitation to a party hosted by Jackson Wang, a university student famous for throwing the best parties around.

That’s why seeing her go from excitement to disinterest in just a week seemed worrisome to them. What had happened?

—A month ago, you were excited about that party —Mae said as she moved closer and brushed the young woman’s hair aside, trying to catch her gaze—. What happened?

—Nothing, I just remembered those kinds of events aren’t my thing.

—Is that it, or is it because Qimir will be there? —Osha asked, tilting her head.

Akemi stopped writing.

Yes, that was the reason.

Qimir.

They had been texting for months but had never been in the same room together.

It all started when Akemi accidentally posted an Instagram story singing 22 by Taylor Swift with Osha and Mae for her birthday. The video was supposed to be visible only to her close friends, but when she saw that Qimir had replied with a simple: 'Happy birthday, Akemi,' she felt like her soul left her body and came back again.

From that day on, their conversations were casual, often making her bury her face in a pillow; because all her friends and siblings knew that the boy with black hair had been her crush since the very first day she saw him.

There was only one small detail: Akemi’s shyness.

The university campus was massive, so the chances of running into each other face-to-face were slim. There were times when Akemi was certain she had seen him from behind, but before Qimir could turn around, she would run off with her heart racing, avoiding any possible interaction.

She would then rush back to where her friends were to excitedly tell them she had seen him, but Osha and Mae would roll their eyes every time she got to the part where she ran away.

One week ago, Qimir asked her if she would attend the Halloween party. Akemi, thinking he would have more important things to do, answered yes, but when Qimir replied that he would go too... something didn't feel right. It was fear. What if they talked face to face at the party and in the end, Akemi stopped being liked by him? Why would he stop liking her? She didn't even have the answer.

Fear and her overthinking always ended up hurting her.

—Yes... it's because of him —Akemi admitted.

—Oh, Kemi —Osha said as she sat on the floor to look at her friend's face—. But why? Did he say something bad to you?

—No, no! He's been kind all this time —Akemi replied—. It's just that I'm scared.

—Scared of what? —Mae asked.

—Of us talking in person that day —she said—. I know it sounds pretty ridiculous, but... you know how much I like him, and I would hate it if, in the end, he doesn't like me.

—That’s not going to happen! —Mae exclaimed as she placed her hand on her friend's shoulder—. He hasn’t stopped talking to you. What makes you think it will be different?

Well, Qimir had no idea how introverted Akemi was in person. At first, she didn’t see it as a disadvantage, until the years passed and she realized that no guy had ever asked her out. She didn’t consider herself the most beautiful in the galaxy, but she didn’t deny that she was pretty; at least that’s what she saw in the mirror. She was confident, however, that confidence wavered when she was at a party and all the girls around her were asked to dance or exchanged numbers with guys. Why not her? Was she some kind of crystal ball, and everyone could see through her? Would the same thing happen with Qimir?

The twins tried to convince her to go, that they wouldn't leave her alone for a second. But nothing made Akemi change her mind.

☆.。.:*・

Friday arrived, and Akemi helped Jecki prepare the fake blood for her costume. The bathtub was a mess when she dropped it from her head to let it drip down to the dress. Another excuse to stay firm in not going to the party.

—Look at you, even with all... that, you look beautiful! —Akemi said to her sister.

Jecki smiled and looked down shyly. She grabbed the hairdryer and passed it near the paint to dry it.

—Maybe I won’t win the contest, but I’ll be satisfied knowing I tried —Jecki said, then gave her a smile.

Jecki sighed and rolled her eyes.

—Yes, but he's such an overprotective brother... he’s going to be right next to me the whole time!

—Well... I was going to do something similar —Akemi said—. You're our little sister, just act like he's not there.

—I will, only if he wears a good costume.

Akemi opened the bathroom door. Yord came out of his room at the same time as Jecki. In a blink, Yord screamed when he saw her covered in blood, and for a moment, it looked like he almost jumped to the ceiling like a cat in a cartoon.

—Oh Force! What are you supposed to be?!

—I'm Carrie —Jecki replied—. And your costume?

—Can't you see? —Yord asked, dropping his defensive stance and extending his arms.

—Yord... —Jecki spoke, then took a deep breath—. Out of all the options on the market, you chose to be Spider-Man?!

The youngest of the siblings didn’t let Yord respond and went down the stairs to get into the car. Their father offered to drive them there and bring them back. Akemi checked the time on her phone… and saw the notification of a message from Qimir.

—It’s time —Akemi said when they were on the porch of the house—. Take care of her, don’t let her get too excited about the colorful drinks. And please, for the love of everything… give her some space.

—I will —Yord replied before getting into the car.

—Are you sure you’re not coming? —her father asked from the car.

Akemi smiled but shook her head. Sol nodded, a bit disappointed that he couldn't convince his daughter. When the car drove away, he closed the front door and went back to his room to read the message from Qimir.

"Will you come tonight? I can't wait to see what costume you'll wear."

*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧

"I'm not sure." Akemi wrote.

“:(” That was the only reply.

Qimir sighed as he looked away from his phone and glanced around. Akemi was the only reason he had chosen to go to the party instead of staying home. The reason? He was there to confess his feelings. Two months ago, he started feeling attracted to her, so he made it his mission to find her all over campus. But every time he felt like he was about to find her, it seemed like the earth swallowed her up immediately. He also searched for her friends, but got the same result. Until one day, in the cafeteria, he ran into Akemi’s younger sister.

—Um... hello —Qimir greeted as he followed her—. You're Akemi's little sister, right?

—Depends on who’s asking —Jecki replied, giving him a quick glance.

—You don't have to worry, I'm her friend... or well, I think I am.

Minutes later, Qimir told her that he was sure he would confess his love to Akemi at some point during the party. But every time he asked her about it, she immediately avoided the topic. So, Jecki decided to help him by convincing her sister to go with him, thus completing the plan. She might be the youngest, but that didn’t mean she was foolish. Of course, she had overheard the conversations Akemi and her friends had in her room, and on several occasions, Qimir’s name lingered in the air. She knew her sister perfectly; from miles away, it was clear that she also felt something for the young man, but she was afraid to admit it.

A tap on the shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts; there was no one at eye level until he looked down.

—I'm so sorry, not even her friends managed to convince her! —Jecki apologized, speaking loudly because of the music.

—Don't worry... I'll have another chance.

Jecki just nodded and went off in search of her classmates. Qimir sighed again, but this time out of frustration. His friends had just arrived, and they wouldn't let him leave. It was going to be a very long night while his thoughts consumed him.

☆.。.:*・

Akemi was lying in her bed, staring at the ceiling while listening to music through her headphones. She didn’t even feel like watching her comfort series when she felt like this, overwhelmed. Had she made the right decision?

She had many messages from the twins, pictures from the party and them showing off their costumes. There was no doubt the event was a complete success; the crowd was evident, and the thick smoke probably carried the scent of cigarettes, perfume, and other things.

She turned off the music and snuggled into the blankets, listening to the sound of her father’s car parking in front of the house. She started breathing deeply, trying to fall asleep.

Until her father slowly opened the door.

—Ah, I thought you were already asleep —Sol said.

—I was about to —Akemi replied with a faint smile.

Her father nodded, and she focused her gaze. From Sol's expression, she knew he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how.

—What’s wrong, Dad?

—Nothing, it’s just... I find it strange that you decided to stay home —he said as he sat on the edge of the bed—. On Halloween.

—Well, technically tomorrow is officially Halloween, so...

—Kemi, you know what I mean.

When her gaze met her father's, she was on the verge of breaking down. Sol had something, something that made even the most guarded person show their most vulnerable side. Akemi blinked several times to keep her tears from falling.

—It's because of a guy, isn't it?

And so perceptive too. Akemi could only nod from the embarrassment she felt.

—And what is it that worries you? —he asked.

—That I’m not enough for him.

—It's a very valid fear —her father said as he moved closer—. Kemi, I know you perceive things differently, and that hasn’t let you see that in every person, you always leave something special, just by being you. You don’t need to change anything about yourself to please others.

—But I want to make that person like me.

—All the more reason, there are many qualities in you besides being beautiful, and I’m not saying that just because I’m your father —Sol said before giving her a hug, which she returned—. If that guy doesn’t see how special you are… then he’s not worth it.

Those words hurt like a knife in her chest, but her father was right.

—I’ll be awake in the living room, in case you change your mind —her father said before walking away.

The door closed, and once again, the room was dark. Akemi put on her headphones and sank into a brief sleep, where her mind made her fall into an abyss of despair. She was at the party, just trying to keep up with the rhythm of the music while standing between Mae and Osha, who were dancing and giving it their all. Qimir was a few meters away, surrounded by his college friends. Everyone had a red cup, the contents of which were questionable, though it was clear it was alcohol. In the blink of an eye, the crowd parted, and suddenly, the image of Qimir being kissed by other girls appeared in front of her eyes.

She immediately woke up, feeling nauseous from that image.

—Fuck it, it's fine! —she muttered to herself as she threw the blankets off.

☆.。.:*・

—Come on... it's just a kiss.

—I already told you no —Qimir said—. Please, go away.

The third girl of the night who approached him with those intentions walked away, muttering insults. Qimir massaged the bridge of his nose, searching for some calm.

—Are you seriously going to turn down those opportunities? —one of his friends asked—. Face it, your girl won’t come, just have fun!

—I am having fun, I don’t need to kiss every girl here. It’s not my way.

—Well, then I’ll take the food you’re rejecting —his friend said before walking away.

—As you wish —Qimir murmured.

He was very persistent, waiting to see Akemi's figure stand out among the crowd. But as time passed, the flame of hope began to fade. He took the last sip of his drink, adjusted the dark coat he was wearing as part of his costume, and before he started making his way through the crowd, he heard a scream.

☆.。.:*

The moment Akemi stepped out of the car, her body started to tremble. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the cold morning air or because she was forcing herself to leave the house. She felt goosebumps, especially on her legs; a long black dress with sleeves and a vertical slit on both sides of her legs. A belt of the same color with some silver details, and finally, a fake cut near her left eye, made with makeup she borrowed from Jecki’s room.

She walked, following the sound of the music to find the house. A group of girls dressed as zombie cheerleaders passed by her, carrying bottles and bags of ice.

—Hey! —One of the girls greeted cheerfully—. Are you looking for Wang's house?

—Oh, hi! —Akemi returned the greeting—. Yeah, I’m not good at finding my way around.

—Don’t worry, it’s this way —another girl replied, taking Akemi by the arm.

—Thank you so much —Akemi said, smiling a little.

The music intensified, and the young woman took a deep breath to keep herself from running back to her father’s car. Especially when she saw the number of people in the yard, her gaze darted in all directions, searching for Mae, Osha, or any of her siblings.

—Thank you so much for walking me here —she thanked again with a visible smile.

—No problem —the girl replied—. Have fun!

The girls walked away, and Akemi took another breath, activating her lightsaber. The red color and sound caught the attention of those nearby, and for that night, she felt carefree about what others might think. After all, it was Halloween.

—No way! —Mae exclaimed, running toward her with Osha.

The friends hugged, bouncing with happiness.

—Kemi, you look... wow! —Osha said while looking at her friend.

—You both look gorgeous —Akemi said—. The black swan and the white swan, why didn’t I think of that before?

—And you? —Mae asked—. I thought you identified as a Jedi.

—Well, it’s Halloween —Akemi replied, shrugging.

The conversation was interrupted when Osha looked up, hearing the music change.

—Enough talking for now, let’s dance! —Osha exclaimed, pulling her sister and friend by the hands.

The first part of her dream was coming true; she was trying to dance with her friends, even though she felt a little shy. She tried to remember how she used to dance occasionally in her room with the headphones on full blast, but she felt blocked.

—You don’t have to think too much to dance —Mae told her—. Just let go and let it flow.

—I know, but… I feel blocked —Akemi replied—. I think I need something to drink.

—But you don’t drink alcohol —Mae said, surprised—. Are you sure?

Akemi nodded. Mae was still uncertain but took her to the bar, where there were bottles of all sizes and colors. The first drinks barely had any alcohol in them.

But in just two hours, things had changed. Akemi no longer knew what she was drinking, but the taste wasn’t unpleasant. As the songs kept playing, her body began to relax, and she could follow the rhythm of the music without Mae and Osha encouraging her. She was so absorbed in the moment that the memory of her dream faded, as did her introversion. She didn’t even notice that Qimir was watching her from the other side of the garden. Now, anything seemed absurdly fun, making her laugh and joke around.

Meanwhile, Qimir was frozen, stunned by the situation. He never thought he would see Akemi like this, so he felt the need to protect her and take precautions in case any guy approached her with bad intentions.

Akemi bit her tongue and got nervous when —to her perception— Qimir began making his way through the crowd toward her. Was it real, or was the alcohol making her hallucinate?

She turned to look at her friends, and they signaled with their hands, indicating that everything would be fine before heading off for more drinks.

—Hello.

—Ah... ¡Hi, Qimir! —Akemi greeted with a smile, a product of the alcohol in her system.

—So, you like Star Wars? —Qimir asked, looking at her costume—. Why didn’t you tell me?

—Well, it’s something I keep to myself —Akemi replied—. You look really good as a vampire. I mean, not that you don’t always look good, you always look cute, I mean...

Akemi clenched her fist, digging her nails into her palm to force herself to stop talking. The feeling that she was ruining the moment tried to eat her up. But when Qimir smiled, the fear turned to ashes.

—You look incredible too —Qimir said, taking another step toward her.

—Wow, look who finally found each other! —Mae exclaimed, holding a new drink, as did Osha.

—Finally —Qimir said—. Do you think I can hang out with you guys? My friends are already getting on my nerves with their jokes.

—Of course! —Osha replied—. A friend of Akemi’s is a friend of ours.

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One breath near her nose tickled her, the sound of birds singing through the window made her wake up. Her lashes fluttered, and she focused her gaze.

The breath was from Mae, and behind her, Osha was also sleeping close to the wall.

Akemi didn’t move, a sharp pain on the left side of her forehead made itself known, like a fine needle trying to penetrate her skull. She sighed, accepting the pain as a sign to go back to sleep until her friends woke up or her dad knocked on the door.

Suddenly, her blood turned to ice. She was sure her heart stopped for a second and then started pounding like a drum in her chest. The breath on her neck made her skin crawl. Had Jecki stayed over too? No, the warmth that was starting to surround her came from a larger body. Yord? He never came into her room. With her heart racing, she slowly turned over, and there he was.

Qimir.

His dark hair strands were over his peaceful face as he continued sleeping. She could see his long eyelashes, the fake blood at the corner of his lips reduced to a light stain down to his chin. Although the image seemed cute, she grabbed his arm and shook him gently. How had he ended up at her house, in her bed, and sleeping so close? Qimir woke up and gave a slight smile, but from the look on Akemi's face, he felt like she was seeing a ghost.

—What are you doing here?! —Akemi whispered.

—Good morning to you too —Qimir murmured—. Don't you remember? You told me to stay.'

—What?! —Akemi asked—. When did that happen? No... I don't remember.

She felt her face heat up when Qimir gently stroked her cheek, and a teasing smile formed on his face. Akemi was in shock, never expecting to have the guy who had stolen a bit of space in her thoughts and occasionally appeared in the conversations she had with the twins right here in her room, so close.

—My dad... —Akemi said, her worry growing—. He could wake up at any moment.

—And you don't want him to find me here —Qimir said—. Because that wouldn't be right, right?

Akemi nodded.

—Go down the stairs carefully and exit through the kitchen's back door, it's always open —Akemi said, her mind still groggy but working—. The front door makes a lot of noise when it opens and closes.

—Got it! —Qimir replied—. Rest, drink something to hydrate, and then... we need to talk.

Those words sent shivers down Akemi's spine. Qimir carefully got up from the bed, adjusted his shirt, picked up his coat from the floor, and finally slipped on his black Converse, balancing himself while tying the laces. He glanced back at Akemi, who was now sitting, hugging the blankets, with a storm of intrusive thoughts swirling in her mind. What did he want to talk about later, and why wasn't now the time? Had she done something terrible that she couldn’t remember? Had she upset him? He noticed how Akemi’s gaze was fixed on a point on the wall, her honey-colored irises darting back and forth as if she were watching too many scenes from a movie at once.

Oh, no.

—Kemi —Qimir whispered, leaning closer to her—. It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong.

—Didn't I? —she asked, making an effort to look him in the eye.

Qimir gently cupped Akemi's face in his hands and placed a kiss on her forehead. His smile widened when he noticed her cheeks flush a delicate pink.

—Everything will be fine, relax —he said softly before pressing a tender kiss on the tip of her nose and leaving, closing the door carefully behind him.

Silence.

Nothing felt real. This had to be a dream, even though the sting on her arm from pinching herself said otherwise, and the lingering scent of Qimir's cologne on the pillow and blankets grounded her in the undeniable truth of the moment.

—Did your vampire prince already leave? —asked Mae, making Akemi jump a little. Her eyes were still closed.

—I think so —Akemi replied, noticing that Osha was also waking up and stretching her arms—. Hey, what happened last night?

—You don’t remember anything?! —Mae almost screamed, sitting up suddenly.

Akemi shook her head. She also noticed that the twins and she were all wearing pajamas. When did they change? She had so many questions and few answers.

—Do you want to see what happened last night? Here —Osha said, handing her phone over—. This is everything that happened after playing APT.

As Akemi scrolled through the pictures, flashbacks began to flood her mind. Until she reached the photo that made her throw the phone and scream, falling off the bed.

—It can’t be…

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—Let the costume contest begin! —shouted Jackson Wang into the microphone.

Yes, that memory was clear. On an improvised runway, everyone dressed up that night took their turn. Jecki was cheered on by her entire class, who made a wild scene with their shouting. Osha and Mae also stole the show in their block. Qimir didn’t want to participate because he thought his costume was too basic, but his friends pushed him onto the stage, leaving him no choice. Three people before the contest ended, Akemi made her appearance on her own, spinning a few times with her lightsaber.

In the end, Jecki won thanks to the support of her classmates, siblings, and their friends. For the rest of the night, she carried her bouquet of flowers and kept an eye on her bag containing her prize: a brand-new phone. Jackson clearly spared no expense.

It was 2 a.m. Akemi was sitting on one of the garden planters next to Qimir, talking about all the times she had watched him from afar but preferred to run away, and he about all his efforts to find her and talk in person. When Mae and Osha got tired of dancing, they joined the group without interrupting the conversation. The music changed; it was slower now, and it was no surprise to anyone that the purpose of these songs was for couples to dance.

—Do you want to dance? —Qimir asked Akemi.

—I’d like to —she replied—. But I don’t know how to dance.

—Neither do I.

He took Akemi’s hand, and she followed him to the center of the garden. The couples were already spinning slowly, and the world seemed to stop when Qimir gently placed his hand on the small of her back. Akemi rested her hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth seeping through the fabric of his coat. The music carried them into a silence that spoke louder than any words. Akemi’s eyes lifted to meet Qimir’s, and in that moment, the carefully built facades of both of them crumbled.

—Qimir…

—Yes? —he asked, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes closing for a moment. It was as if, in that instant, everything else ceased to exist.

—Can I… kiss you?

Qimir shook his head slightly. From Akemi’s drowsy gaze, he was well aware that the alcohol had affected her to some extent.

—You’re not in your right mind —he replied with a wide smile—. It wouldn’t be right.

—I’ve always been aware of my words and thoughts —said Akemi—. Could it be on the cheek?

—Well… —he said, pretending to hesitate, and his smile grew even wider at the young woman’s expression—. That would be fine.

Akemi gave him a quick kiss on the left cheek and hid her face in Qimir's chest, her laughter heard through his skin. He could see from afar how Mae raised her eyebrow, smiled and nudged her sister so she wouldn't miss the scene she was witnessing. Qimir took Akemi's face in his hands, who was blushing from his actions.

—Okay, if you're conscious, how about I kiss you here? —Qimir asked pointing at her lips.

—You can't, you have fake blood.

—It's edible.

Akemi couldn't help but laugh covering her smile with her hand. But Qimir took her wrist lowering it and with the other hand pulled her towards him making their lips finally meet and melt in a kiss. Her eyes closed, the sensation of an electric current going from her mouth to her spine, growing heat like being on fire from the inside. The grass at her feet disappeared, there was no one or anything around even though she felt flashes near her face. Only them and the music that was heard more and more distant and the darkness took everything.

Akemi had fallen asleep.

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—After that, Jecki called Sol, but he didn’t answer because he had already fallen asleep —explained Osha—. So, we ordered a rideshare to bring us here.

—Wait, I don’t get it… Did I fall asleep in the middle of the kiss? —asked Akemi.

—Yeah, maybe. But don’t worry, it happens to a lot of people —responded Mae.

—And what else happened? Did my dad see me like that? At what point in the story did Qimir end up sleeping here?

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—Dad’s not answering! —exclaimed Jecki; it was the eighth call with no response.

Everyone was sitting on the planter near the front door. Qimir had draped his coat over the sleeping girl and placed an arm around her shoulders.

—Are you sure she just fell asleep like that? —asked Yord, struggling to contain his anger—. Or did you put something in my sister’s drink?

—Enough, Yord! This isn’t helping at all! —Mae almost shouted.

—I already ordered a rideshare to take us home; we just need to confirm the address —said Qimir, handing his phone to Yord.

Yord sighed, annoyed. All of this was making him feel uncomfortable. Reluctantly, he inputted the address and handed back the phone. The ride was silent, the tension overwhelming. They hoped Sol was deeply asleep so he wouldn’t hear or find out what had happened with one of his daughters.

When they arrived, Yord opened the door carefully. A few meters away, the living room had the TV on. Indeed, Sol had fallen asleep; not even the sudden increase in volume from the infomercials made him react.

—It’s this way —whispered Osha, shining her phone’s flashlight on the stairs.

Qimir climbed slowly, holding Akemi in his arms. One wrong step and they’d tumble down the stairs, creating a loud noise. He laid the young girl on the bed and waited outside the room while the twins changed her clothes, and they did the same for themselves. Yord joined him after closing the door and tucking a blanket around his father.

—I'll let you handle the situation —Yord said, about to close the door to his room—. I'm not going to help you.

—You don't like me, do you? —Qimir asked.

—Jecki and Kemi are my sisters, I have to protect them —Yord replied—. And to be honest, you don't look like a saint.

Qimir nodded, understanding. It wasn't the first time he had received a similar comment. With his appearance, people often thought he was a carefree guy, living life without limits. But that was just how others perceived him, and it didn’t define him as a person.

—I can assure you that I won't cause any harm, you can rest easy —Qimir said.

Yord gave him one last look and nodded before closing the door. Jecki came out of the bathroom with wet hair, in her pajamas, and no trace of the fake blood that had been on her for hours.

—Although you wore a pretty basic costume, I won't deny when someone looks great —she said, giving a thumbs up in approval.

—Thanks, Jecki —Qimir replied, the corner of his lip lifting.

—So… when are you going to tell her that you really feel something for her? —she asked, referring to her sister.

—I hope to do it tomorrow —he said—. I think it's something that can't wait any longer.

—I like that attitude —Jecki said, smiling—. I'm going to sleep, you'd better leave through the back door, it never has a lock.

—I will —he replied before the young woman entered her room.

He could leave right then, but he wanted to make sure Akemi was okay. The door beside him opened.

—I thought you had already left —Osha whispered.

—No —he replied—. How is she?

—She's still asleep, don't worry. She'll feel better in the morning.

—Do you think... I could see her? —Qimir asked.

Osha hesitated, but in the end, she opened the door wider for him to pass. The little light coming through the window allowed him to see part of the room. The walls were white, to his right was the closet and a desk. To the left was the more interesting part; a vanity with her makeup, the bed pressed against the corner, and a wall full of pictures he couldn't make out but guessed would include Akemi's favorite singers, movies, series, and characters. At the foot of the bed was a bookshelf, about to exceed its capacity with the number of titles it held.

Mae was already asleep, and Akemi was beside her. Her hair was somewhat messy, but he could see her long eyelashes when he got closer. He stayed there for a few seconds, starting to move away; but then he felt a hand around his wrist, a sensation that sent a shiver down his spine.

—Don't go —Akemi whispered, her eyes half-open.

—I can't stay, but your friends will be here, with you.

—Stay —she pleaded, pulling at his arm—. Please.

Qimir didn’t want to agree, he looked at Osha —still standing near the door— not knowing what decision to make.

—I don’t think she’ll let go so easily —Osha whispered—. Listen to her, it’s okay.

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—So much happened —Akemi said, shaking her head slightly, trying to process the words from the twins—. I'm scared of what will happen after all of this.

—Everything will be fine —Mae said, hugging her friend—. Trust us, you know we’re never wrong.

—And this time something is for sure —Osha added, joining the group hug—. He’s in love with you.

Akemi smiled, the fact that people outside of her thoughts confirmed she wasn’t just making illusions in her head relaxed her, allowing a slight weight on her shoulders to disappear, leaving her feeling free. Her phone vibrated with a message from Qimir.

"I made it home. Take today to recover, I'll be at your house at 7," wrote Qimir. "Happy Halloween ♡"

Yes, after a long time, her feelings were reciprocated, and in her favorite season. Who would’ve thought that love would bloom amidst terror, fake blood, and nightmares?

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[vivace-formulala]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏: 𝑺𝒐 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑶𝒏 𝑻𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 (𝑶𝑩𝟖𝟕 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

🫵: “ AFAB ; same-aged ; you can drive ; you’re British ; you like Taylor Swift ; you fix cars ; ”

⌛️: around winter break 2024

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a/n: i dont have a license nor am i british so idk what the hell is going on, ciao!

Your dad owns a driving school now.

He casually mentioned it last summer—like it was no big deal. You almost choked on your morning coffee on a random Tuesday. Not because of the business itself, but because your dad had a habit of randomly acquiring businesses. In fact, for this one, the paperwork and the permits all seemed to fall into place with little effort.

It’s nothing grand, just a local operation in your quaint town of Chelmsford. A small, no-frills school teaching people the basics and helping them get their licenses. It’s a solid gig, a simple change of pace for your dad, who's always been the practical type. No need for anything flashy.

But Ollie? Well, he had his own reasons for picking this particular school when he came home for winter break. One it was a necessity to get his Formula 1 career up and running for an FIA super license— but it was also a whim. He could’ve gone anywhere, but before his life truly steamrolled, he wanted to be close to his mom, dad, Thomas, and Amelia — the school was only a bus ride away from home. Perfect for him.

He’s not exactly famous, but his name still carries weight— especially after last year's stint in Ferrari. If people knew who he was, it might make a scene. And Ollie hates scenes.

The order was five days of practical driving. The theoretical part? Easy. He breezes through the written tests like it’s nothing.

But then, the usual driving instructor calls in sick. And guess who’s left to fill in? You.

You’ve got your instructor’s license. But it was last summer’s side gig, and you didn’t ask for this. Teaching someone to drive—especially someone who’s never been behind the wheel—is exhausting. You know the drill: the constant instructions, the anxiety, the second-guessing. It’s a lot.

But you owe your dad. He bought that new part for your project car, the one you’ve been working on for months.

So fine. You’ll do it.

So when the day came around, begrudgingly, you slid into the passenger seat.

You expect the usual: an awkward, inexperienced teen with shaky hands and a million questions. But when you open the door and look at your student, you freeze.

The guy’s got looks. He looked no different from the usual London boy with fair skin, but he had a luscious brown mop of curls and the most gleaning green eyes you’ve ever seen. And he’s tall. Taller than you, even. And from the way he’s sitting there, all relaxed and confident, you can tell he’s not exactly nervous.

Great. Now you’ve got to teach him to drive.

“Hey, Oliver,” you mutter, trying to mask your confusion— not sure if you got the right guy. “I’m your instructor today. You ready?”

“Just Ollie,” he says, his low voice ringing in the car as he nods.

Ollie Bearman.

Huh.

He politely listens to your instructions, but you can tell he’s bored. This is strange because most people—especially teens—are freaked out the first time they get behind the wheel.

Hell, you were nervous when you first started, even though you’d been around cars your whole life.

You walk him through the basics—mirrors, seat adjustments, seatbelt, starting the car—all while he nods, half-listening, his eyes drifting out the window. But when it’s time to actually drive, that’s when things take a turn.

As soon as his foot hits the gas, the car jerks forward, and you lurch in your seat, grabbing the edge of the door.

“Jesus!” you yell, heart pounding. “Gently!”

He blinks, clearly surprised by your reaction. “Sorry,” he mutters. “The gas is more sensitive in this car.”

His foot’s like a lead weight. He doesn’t ease into it; he floors it every time. The car shoots forward like it’s in a drag race, and you grip the seat like it’s the only thing keeping you from flying through the windshield.

But it’s not just the gas. When he finally gets the hang of accelerating, he slams on the brakes so hard you nearly break your nose on the dashboard. Thank God for seatbelts.

“Gently!” you shout again, your voice cracking from a mix of frustration and fear. “You’ll send us into a wall if you’re not careful!”

His expression doesn’t change. He’s focused on the road like it’s the car’s fault and not his. “The brakes are a lot tougher,” he says like that explains everything.

And then—he does it again. His foot hits the gas while he’s trying to brake, and you slam back into your seat so hard that you swear you’ll leave an imprint on the upholstery.

You hit your instructor brake pedal, trying to steady the car as it jerks forward, against your control.

Your eye twitches, taking into consideration what he just said.

‘The brakes are a lot tougher,’ he said. 'The gas is more sensitive in this car.'

Annoyance rises within you, but a nagging thought creeps in: ‘Has this guy been driving without a license? Without a permit? In these conditions?'

Ollie tries once again to step on the gas but your hold on the foot brake— and annoyance— is stronger.

Just as you open your mouth to lay into him that driving without a permit is a crime and how has he not killed anyone yet— he drops a bombshell.

“I’m an F1 driver,” he says, clearly noticing your twitching eye. “That’s what I meant.”

You blink, stunned. “What?”

“Yeah. Well, I will be. Soon,” he shrugs. “I need a license to get my superlicense. So here I am.”

Oh. That makes sense. Kinda. He’s training for Formula 1, not just regular driving. But still, the guy can barely keep the car straight.

How is he going to race in F1 when he drives like this? You don’t even have time to ask. You’re too busy trying to stop yourself from screaming as he jerks the wheel again.

It’s like trying to ride a bull that’s been shot out of a cannon. You keep yelling—gently! Ease off! Stop slamming the brakes!—but he just glances at you, a little too amused.

“I’m not doing it on purpose,” he protests, but there’s a tiny, barely noticeable chuckle in his voice that tells a different story.

Ollie is going to admit: he is enjoying this. Not the driving bit, (How on earth was a car built with no tractions easier for him to drive than this?), but watching you—your terrified face turning into annoyed then back to terrified, your hair now a mess, your death grip on the door and your seatbelt threatening to snap as you try to stay in one piece. To say he was hit by a cupid’s spikey arrow was perhaps the best way to describe it when you opened the passenger door.

On your part— the worst part of today, you’re starting to think that, despite his complete lack of driving skills, he might actually be kind of cute in his chaotic, reckless way. But of course that thought annoys you so you bend over his side and give Ollie a good flick on the forehead.

After a while, things go from bad to worse. A sharp turn, a misjudged move, and the car hits the curb with a sickening thud, scratching the side mirror as it scrapes along.

“Okay,” you mutter, rubbing your temples. “We’re done. For today.”

Ollie doesn’t say anything, but you can see the glint of hope in his eyes. He’s hoping you’ll be the one to teach him again tomorrow. It’s clear.

You, on the other hand? You’re just praying you survive the week without needing a full-blown panic attack.

And as you step out of the car, you can’t help but think—this could be an interesting week.

© ｖｉｖａｃｅ－ｆｏｒｍｕｌａｌａ

[ador3sturniolo]

“Mine”

An - I was listing to mine tv, and I was thinking of a story/blurb that’s was so cute that I had to write it for you guys. I’m working on one story and it’s taking me a while so I wanted to write this for you guys so that way you have somthing to read!

Paring - Matt Sturniolo X FemReader

Summary - Matt is just so in love with you

Warnings - Kissing, Like one curse word

Requested - Nope

Master list

Me and Matt were secretly dating, not wanting the fans to know, but today was the first day of tour. I was going with them, although i was nervous, i was also excited at the same time. I’m in the bathroom, touching up my makeup when I hear a knock on the door. I quickly put on my lipgloss and open the door.

“Hi baby, are you ready?” Matt said wrapping his arms around me.

“Yeah, Just a little nervous.” I say shrugging my shoulders

“Don’t be, and if it gets to much for you, you can always take a break, you can come to me or go off stage. It’s whatever you need.” He says rubbing my arm, reassuring me.

“Okay” I give him a smile, leading it with a kiss. I hear a loud clap approaching us.

“Wow you two, That’s was about to make me cry.” Said Nick, wiping fake tears. Matt shoved his brother on the shoulder walking towards the stage. It was showtime. They all walked out one by one, i was hesitant but walked out behind Chris, waving to the fans. I was surprised how big the crowd was, i started to get a little anxious, i took a deep breath and sat down in a chair next to Chris they had all layed out. I wanted for me and Matt to space out so that way no one suspected anything much. They started off tour with questions, then Chris handed me the mic. I was bathed with questions, which answering them, made me calmer than before. Every now and then I would look up and find Matt starting at me with a smile. I would blush and look down and continue answering the questions. I decided to take a break and get off stage for a couple minutes, when i just got off the stage, i hear Matt make a announcement that they all were going to take a couple minute break.

“Hey baby” I say putting my fingers in his hair pulling him close.

“Hi. How was that? Was it’s bad or no?” He said putting his arm around my waist.

“It was great actually. I felt fine when you looked at me, which was all the time, even if Nick was talking. He was beside you and you looked at me instead.” I say curling my fingers

“Well that’s because your so fucking gorgeous. I just can’t believe you’re mine.” He said adding a smile. I couldn’t help but blush by his words.

“Ima going to go get some water, do you want any?” I say turning, heading the opposite direction. He shakes his head no as i leave

Matt’s pov

I Watch her Walk away as Chris pats my shoulder with force.

“Damn Chris.”

“You seem to really like her. I think she’s the one” Chris said

“I think she is. She is the best thing that’s ever been mine.” I say smiling to myself

“Okay brother, no need to turn into a famous writer.” He said walking away as i chuckle

Readers pov

I come back with my water to see Matt standing there smiling.

“Why are you smiling? Did something happen while I was gone?” I say opening my water

“Nope, Just glad my baby’s back.” He said kissing my cheek

“I love you so much, like really, i do.” I say walking with him, back to the stage.

“I love you too.” He says, pulling me into a hug.

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An - don’t you just love short ones?! This one was so cute to write. Leave more requests cause I’m running out!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼