#travis xx

[freshthoughts2020]

[gardenofearthlydelightss]

normally not a huge travnat fan but i can't get travis being the MOST dramatic over a head cold and nat making fun of her but still secretly worrying and looking after her out of my head

[s-misaki]

🧡 guys.

(song: Travis Scott – FE!N (feat. Playboi Carti)

[i-just-drink-coffee]

Things the Yellowjackets would say pt 16 (prob)

Shauna: Sorry I think it’s a little hot when a girl is kind of possessive, as if it’s my fault

Van: Can’t afford to be gay right now, don’t have enough money

Mari: The grind never starts I’m making soup again

Nat: Shawty I think we both are fuckeddd up bro

Lottie: Aren’t we all the children of two people who had sex

Taissa: Desperately need a wife who will stand by me when I get cancelled

Laura Lee: Sundays are only for Jesus and free wine

Jackie: I’m bouncing on “it” and by bouncing I mean “talking a walk and crying” and by it I mean “around the neighbourhood”

Misty: Offended a bird attacked me - all I did was harass it consistently

Akilah: Save me cheese sandwich… save me

Coach Ben: If you die on this field trip I will not hesitate to leave you here

Travis: Girliepopped a bit too hard and accidentally became bisexual

[dauntingdeclan]

PHI v TBL 3.9.24

[x3nnnn]

still listenin to that old traviii wit da $

[astonmartinii]

a very nonsense christmas | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem singer!reader

face claim: sabrina carpenter

based on this request: Hi, how are you can you please write something with Charles x singer reader like a part 2 of "nonsense... or is it?" based on Santa doesn't know you like I do music video something very wholesome idk you can ignore this if you want, hope you have a good day/night 🤍 - @rana030

MASTERLIST | BUY ME A KO-FI? | PART ONE

yourusername

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yourusername: do you hear those slay bells ringing? i love christmas so much that i'm giving you guys six new songs for this holiday season !!

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user1: mama is going straight on the nice list for this one

user2: christmas is saved

charles_leclerc: so proud of you cherie

yourusername: says the muse

charles_leclerc: you're my angel on the top of the tree

yourusername: as long as you're under the tree ready to be unwrapped

pierregasly: STOP

alexalbon: we MUST protect the sanctity of christmas

yourusername: oh alex, do not listen to the ep...

alexalbon: too late just pressed play

alexalbon: YOU NEED THE CHARLES DICKENS ???

yourusername: amazing word play, am i right?

alexalbon: no.

charles_leclerc: he doesn't meant that babe. lily has a commitment, he's just lonely

user3: y/n was like "if you weren't aware, i am getting DICKED DOWN for christmas"

user4: as much as i'd peel all of my skin off to be in either of their positions, good for her

maxverstappen1: i think nonsense christmas has single handedly killed my investigative journalism career. i am not analysing charles' massive sack

yourusername: damn right you won't be

charles_leclerc: maybe you should analyse it, you could learn something from it

maxverstappen1: hOW DARE YOU

yourusername

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yourusername: thank you to all the lovely people who came to the fruitcake release party ! xx

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user7: CHARLES AND TRAVIS IN ONE PLACE ALERT

user8: so does this mean we can get a y/n and charles appearance on the new heights podcast?

charles_leclerc: do you think people could tell i was about to pass out while playing the piano?

yourusername: definitely not !

maxverstappen1: yes we could

charles_leclerc: WHAT I WAS JUST NERVOUS AND I DIDN'T WANT TO LET Y/N DOWN AND TAYLOR WAS THERE SO I DIDN'T WANT TO EMBARRASS MYSELF

maxverstappen1: okay i didn't need the pity party. you were good, unfortunately very good. i need to learn piano now. i have to beat you in everything

yourusername: maybe you should've forgone the santa suit... it was quite warm

charles_leclerc: but you wanna be mrs claus ? (i also have a big north pole lol)

alexalbon: ENOUGH

user9: wait so like, was the grid at the release party?

user10: based on most of their instagram stories, and y/n's stories i'm gonna say yes

taylorswift: i had so much fun !! i love fruitcake and tell charlie his piano was great

charles_leclerc: SUCK ON THAT @maxverstappen1

taylorswift: ?

charles_leclerc: we've got bad blood taylor's version featuring kendrick lamar?

taylorswift: i see

maxverstappen1: he's the reason we can't have nice things

user11: someone free taylor from lestappen

killatrav: okay. the girls throw the best parties. esteban and pierre i own your team now, you guys gotta get better at drinking

yourusername: careful travis they're french ...

killtrav: is your boyfriend not also french? he's like a puppy dog

yourusername: HE'S MONAGASQUE

charles_leclerc: i am NOT french

estebanocon: i only threw up because eggnog is not what you guys advertise it to be

pierregasly: i'm not gonna lie i don't remember even seeing you last night

user12: okay so get invited to one of these parties is definitely on the bucket list now

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: charles and travis 🤝 just happy we got a chance

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user13: if he's not like them i don't want it

user14: if santa doesn't pull through with a man like them under my tree this year ... imma be mad

killatrav: travis and charles 🤝 having girlfriends that make us giggle and swing our feet

charles_leclerc: does the honeymoon phase ever finish?

killtrav: well it definitely hasn't for me

maxverstappen1: NOOOOOOOOOOOO

alexalbon: say it ain't so

yourusername: haters gonna hate 😎

alexalbon: he is so happy it is bordering on insufferable

charles_leclerc: alex :(

alexalbon: i am very happy for you charlie and lily is definitely very happy for you, but if you talk to me for the TWELVE HOUR flight to brazil again i will terminate this friendship

killtrav: i am so confused

user15: poor travis and taylor are just being exposed to the grid chaos

yourusername: you posting this like i'm not the luckiest girl in the world

charles_leclerc: i just love you so much and i'm so glad you shortlisted me for your music video

yourusername: yeah spolier alert there was no shortlist. i wanted you and i didn't want to get out right rejected...

charles_leclerc: as if i would reject any offer from you i think i would've torn down maranello if they said i wasn't allowed to be in it

scuderiaferrari: ?

user16: i'm so obsessed with how much charles has embraced the wag life

user17: can't believe i get to live a life where i can bop along to music about how good in bed charles leclerc is

user18: they better not break up cause i may be tifosi but i shall be streaming

yourusername added to their story

yourusername

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yourusername: santa doesn't know you like i do baby

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user21: all i want for christmas is even more y/n and charles content

user22: mum and dad have kept us fed over the winter break

user23: i'm not ready for them to be separated when the season starts again :(

charles_leclerc: not to be that person but we're so hot

yourusername: no, you should say it louder

charles_leclerc: WE'RE HOT

maxverstappen1: can you people knock it off or we're not coming to your christmas party

yourusername: ERM ??? 🫤

alexalbon: you people have single handedly made me the grinch

yourusername: but but but ??? you all begged for an invite :(

charles_leclerc: FAKE and that's why you're all getting coal from us

user24: my god i am so lonely

user25: if i don't wake up to a charles shape gift under my tree i will not make it to next christmas

danielricciardo: just to be sure, this party is not going to be filmed and turned into a music video?

yourusername: it's just an old-fashioned shin dig girly don't worry

yourusername: or by the tone of this, should i be worried?

danielricciardo: no!

charles_leclerc: do NOT ruin my home please

danielricciardo: no promises xoxoxo

user26: y/n might want to film the party but I NEED THE FOOTAGE

user27: @tedkravitz boy do i have a gig for you

danielricciardo

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danielricciardo: do NOT drink the eggnog at a y/n christmas party this is a public safety announcement

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user28: i would commit unspeakable crimes to be present here

yourusername: if you weren't a fake fan you would've listened to fruitcake and would know we spike the eggnog 🤷‍♀️

danielricciardo: i am a fan !!!!!!!!!

yourusername: you asked me and yuki how we escaped the north pole last night

yukitsunoda0511: don't think i've forgotten about that, say goodbye to a tow in quali old man

danielricciardo: IT WAS A COMPLIMENT ELVES ARE CUTE?

charles_leclerc: don't call my girlfriend cute that's my job 🤨

danielricciardo: do you people ever let me live? i am battling a hangover like no other please stop shouting at me

charles_leclerc: maybe someone of your old age should manage his drink better

danielricciardo: THAT'S IT I'M GOING

yourusername: thanks we did actually want the kitchen floor back

user29: daniel calling y/n and yuki elves kills me

yourusername: we're not elf height we're cutie patootie height 💅

yukitsunoda0511: amen

alexalbon: i will endure the torture because that was fucking insane

maxverstappen1: @yourusername you're in charge of all after parties now sorry

yourusername: let charlie win and you got a deal

maxverstappen1: i'd rather drink my gin and tonic in a ditch than let that happen

charles_leclerc: BOOO

alexalbon: cocktail recipe immediately @yourusername

yourusername: you've changed your tune ?

alexalbon: i had fun, sue me. plus i am actually happy for charlie but please no more singing about his dick

yourusername: i can't make any promises

charles_leclerc: and there's plenty of material to get the creative juices flowing

alexalbon: FUCK OFF

maxverstappen1: FUCK OFF

user30: the grid will never know peace, not even at christmas time

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: nothing like the holidays with the love of your life

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user35: how down bad all men should be

yourusername: best holidays ever !!!! love you charlie xx

charles_leclerc: my christmas wish last year came true, and now you're stuck with me

yourusername: no one i would rather be stuck with

charles_leclerc: I LOVE YOU

yourusername: I LOVE YOU MORE

user36: good thing i got presents this year or the sheer sight of this couple would make me so jealous i would spontaneously combust

user37: real

landonorris: you will see to the crime of the stupid amount of mistletoe you had up at that damn party

charles_leclerc: have you seen y/n? (don't answer that) obviously i want any excuse to kiss her

landonorris: i DON'T CARE I HAD TO KISS DANIEL FIVE TIMES I WILL NEVER RECOVER

danielricciardo: i know you enjoyed baby

landonorris: @yourusername @charles_leclerc YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS

yourusername: idk it looked like you enjoyed it to me

landonorris: you WATCHED?

yourusername: i filmed it :) top blackmail material, don't crash into charlie OR ELSE

charles_leclerc: thanks babe

landonorris: @georgerussell63 get the gdpa to intervene nOW

georgerussell63: eh i'm quite entertained

user38: this really is the giving season huh

arthurleclerc: do i mean nothing to you?

charles_leclerc: you're nowhere near as cute as y/n 🤷‍♀️

yourusername: awwwww charlie

arthurleclerc: EXCUSE ME? WHAT HAPPENED TO CHRISTMAS SPIRIT?

user39: charles is really ride or die lol

note: have a very merry christmas! i hope you guys all have a great holiday season and enjoy this quick one! i've been super busy but wanted to give you all a lil christmas treat - much love xx

[commodorez]

Heathkit H89 and 3D Printed H8 case - Darrell Pelan, Joe Travis, Glenn Roberts, Evelyn Pelan

VCF East XX

[foreverisntenough]

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📍Spain | [🎶5% Tint - Travis Scott🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx You know the vibes view all 198 comments…

Winnie.Baby1 Stop hanging without me!!! 😡😡😡 ↳Y/N.xx Only a plane ride away xx User099 Giving pilates & private jet energy in one drop. She’s it y’all. User82 5% tint? More like #5 on RM... Jobebellingham Got you waiting in a lobby? SMH ↳Judebellingham It was five minutes ↳Jobebellingham Long for you tbf… ↳Y/N.xx respectfully disagree 😏 ↳Jobebellingham On the world wide web? About my brother? ↳Judebellingham @/ Y/N.xx 😉 ↳User15 just screamed User37 In the comments and liking in under a minute… bffr User28 The ‘that’s not my man but that’s very much my man’ starter pack User117 Same duffle bags on the same hotel bed ✅ same Hermès blanket ✅ same cocktail ✅ with Trent’s girl ✅ Mirror pic WITH HIM ✅ … Case closed User14 It’s giving context clues WhitneySmith Low key, still sore… ↳Trentarnold66 From what tho 😏 ↳Y/N.xx Under my post… really? ↳Jobebellingham @/Y/N.xx taste of your own User78 GIRL LOL We see the same cocktail from his post Judebellingham Angel. ↳User38 EXCUSE ME?!? ↳User75 I would collapse…. ↳User02 Uh… he really said "Angel." full stop…. User71 So we’re just doing soft-launch olympics now huh??? User00 Madrid just out here subtly becoming the city of love ↳Y/N.xx That'll always be Paris.

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📍Madrid | [🎶Did You See - J Hus🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Judebellingham Lately 🪽 view all 2,034 comments…

WhitneySmith Missed you bae xx ↳ Judebellingham Just leave your man at home next time, yeah? ↳Trentarnold66 @/Judebellingham Unnecessary stray but okay User02 That second slide is literally screaming ‘she’s here’ User45 Soooo the angel comment and now the emoji?? Y/N.xx Who are you on the phone with? ↳Judebellingham 😉 ↳User18 I mean guys come on…. User62 Y’all ever post a carousel and accidentally leak your entire relationship? User38 Slide 3 is giving double date with their girlfriends…. ↳User208 STFFUUUUUU Don’t tell me that! User55 That Hermès blanket looks awfully familiar… 🤨 ↳User89 It’s deffo her under it too…. User90 And you thought we wouldn’t notice the drinks??? Trentarnold66 My Bro 🤝 ↳User64 @/Trentarnold66 tell us what you know? 😭😭😭

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📍Madrid | [🎶Married To The Game - Future🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Enemies to lovers? view all 387 comments…

User25 OMFG low key…. Is Jude Bellingham punching? JudeBellingham Is this fucking play about us? @/Trentarnold66 ↳WhitneySmith Yes. Yes, it is. Tobybishay Slide 6… do you need us to leave again or?? Louis98 Enlève ce maillot maintenant… NOW ↳Y/N.xx mort de rire User78 You only posted this for clout 🙄 but get your bag girl ig JudeBellingham Didn’t send the 7th slide to me but alright… ↳Use00 So you get texts like that from her 👀 ↳Use185 2 comments? Jude bffr Jobebellingham Photo of T and Whit at dinner has me creasing User90 Icl last slide is the definition of bad gatekeeping. But okay hun, sure. User23 Not the Madrid WAG debut 😭😭 give me a sec WhitneySmith The girls that get it… really do get it ✨ ↳User04 Because… you’re both wags right?!? Tell us the tea girl! User57 The jersey? A double date with TAA and his girl? It’s giving reveal Winnie.Baby1 Fomo… as per 😫 Aurelientchm son porte-bonheur User09 Girl this launch is too soft for the streets and yet too mysterious for the timeline Trentarnold66 That girl with you in slide two tho 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 ↳WhitneySmith ily baby 😘😘😘😘 User09 I’m connecting dots hun… we all are, we all have been User76 Do y’all take applications for fifth wheels or??

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📍Madrid | [🎶John Wayne - A Jah🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others WhitneySmith On a red horse 🚩 Uttf view all 608 comments…

User90 You’re a menace for this subtlety Winnie.Baby1 Answer her facetime T 🤬🤬🤬 User67 Girl I need the full gallery. For research of course. Trentarnold66 You said you wanted to go on a date, didn’t realize it’d be to watch me at work... look good tho baby xx User78 Between this and Y/N.xx post… I need a press release by eod. DeniseBellingham2 Loved seeing you hun xx User73 Oh so this wasn’t just an away game it was a couples trip JudeBellingham Hope you had fun while we worked 🙄 ↳Trentarnold66 @/Judebellingham They think it’s just popcorn and vibes ↳Y/N.xx Is it not? 😭 User711 Jude’s GF reveal was so subtle I had to go to his best friend’s girls ig for it lol User48 Erm…. Anyone else clocking Jude’s comments lately 👀 Ma7ell I’m not saying anything but Imma watch this one unfold 🍿 Y/N.xx My face isn’t even in these but somehow I’m fully exposed ↳WhitneySmith I was your alibi and now I’m your accomplice and I love that for us User56 Is that Jude with her in the last slide or am I spiraling 😭😭 TobyBishay Elite snack selection Whit 🫡

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[🎶 Scorsese Baby Daddy - SZA 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Girly Things 🫧 view all 498 comments…

User834 I mean "girly things" and two brothers but ok hun TobyBishay this is why he’s been ignoring me. Got it 👍 Use29 The flowers??!? Girl, is he bothering you? User66 Jude Bellingham, this your girl? Winnie.Baby1 Tag him next time coward 🫶 User5 At least she can drive 😭 Trentarnold66 Chaos merchant with that last slide User777 Who is this… I’m gonna cry. Why is she with them 😭😭😭 User04 Now this is a WAG soft-launch. Subtle. Refined. Dangerous. Judebellingham You left out the slide where I made you breakfast but go off ↳User45 This comment from his main is insane. Judebellingham Still… Unreal, angel. Gotta stop playing with me ↳Y/N.xx No one is playing with you 😉 User17 Her aesthetic + his face = power couple behaviour ↳Use00 Forget him! Go to her profile bc HER FACE!?! User67 You have to stop posting him every 3rd slide like we won’t notice 😭 User99 She said ✨rich girl soft launch✨ and I ate it up WhitneySmith You’re glowing. Must be the Madrid sun. Or the 6’2 baller 😌 ↳Trentarnold66 He’s 6′ 1. Whitney. He's only 6'1. ↳Jobebellingham Definitely 6’1 don’t forget that. User22 She rich, he rich, i’m crying in my uni cafeteria 🧍‍♀️

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📍Madrid | [🎶 Vex- Eight9FLY and Kaytranada 🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Judebellingham Slow mornings in Madrid view all 2,781 comments…

User09 No, because why are you blocking out your lock screen? User22 Are you holding Jobe’s hand in pic 2?!?! LOL ↳Jobebellingham Absolutely not. User74 We already found her @. She’s STUNNING and I’m crying Trentarnold66 @/Y/N.xx how many times did he make you take that "candid" bench pic? ↳Y/N.xx Too many User33 No because this post is hurting me in a personal way 😩 He’s so boyfriend WhitneySmith Tell the Chanel bag and the 84 white roses to text me back ↳ Y/N.xx Check your phone miss girl. I already did 😉 User56 wait. wait. SHE drives a AMG G63 doesn’t she? Y/N.xx Soft boy era huh? ↳Judebellingham you weren’t complaining when you were in that tub from ur ig post… ↳User88 STOP 💀 User45 Someone compare the marble wall from her last ig post to his rn User99 I know a soft-launch when I see one. My FBI training is kicking in. TobyBishay You owe me for keeping things hush while ur out here acting like this…. TobyBishay Silence aint free, yk? ↳Judebellingham Toss ya 500 quid mate ↳TobyBishay 🙄🙄🙄 User782 He’s smiling in that kit pic like he just got off FaceTime with his girl. Not okay. Jobebellingham Love that she lets you outside sometimes, mate User09 Do you think the crop did something? Just tag her OMD.

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[🎶 Yes to Heaven - Lana Del Rey 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Heaven is filled with warm light and old frames🪽 view all 478 comments…

User98 She’s pretty AND stylish AND gets Jude?? Unfair. User10 every day i wake up and remember i’m not her 😭 JudeBellingham Heaven looks good on you 🪽 ↳UserR7 can u focus on the season tho bro??? User09 Delete this. I’m going to be ill. Maman103 Tu es le paradis sur terre ma chérie User1 Nah i’m logging off. WhitneySmith It looks like “heaven” is also filled with a certain someone 👀 User22 SO YOU’RE HOLDING JUDE BELLINGHAM’S HAND NOW?!?! Winnie.Baby1 This is why you ghosted our FaceTime. Does heaven not have service?? User76 She’s the one taking his pics I know it 🥲 She’s got the eye AND the man User999 omg I love her aesthetic. She’s giving luxury. I hate how much I like her. Trentanold66 Got him renting out museums…Never call me a melt again @/Judebellingam User09 Finally FOUND HER. Her IG is literally art. No wonder he’s obsessed User15 He’s locked in off the pitch too, huh 🔒 TobyBishay So this is where he disappeared to... Sound. User276 WAIT. That bar pic is the SAME as in Jude’s post. Same chandelier. User89 The timing? It’s HIM. So obvious now. Confirmed.

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📍Madrid | [🎶 Angel Numbers - Chris Brown 🎶]

liked by Y/N.xx and others Judebellingham Vamos 🪽 view all 6,920 comments…

User45 Slide 3… Two people. Two people are in slide 3!!! Trentarnold66 Museum boy now? Never call me a melt again 😤 User22 Vamos at a time like this? Vamos? While I spiral at home? User89 Just @ her OMD. Aurelientchm Vamos? Non, c'est plutôt que je suis occupé ↳Judebellingham sorry mate don’t speak french ↳Aurelientchm non, mais elle oui… Non @/Y/N.xx? User261 Ballon d'Or? Bro’s more focused on boyfriend of the year User344 Posting like it’s aesthetic but you’re actually just down bad JobeBellingham Damn. So you’re artsy now mate? User56 I was really holding out hope he was single 🧍‍♀️ Y/N.xx Are you just going to steal my pic? ↳Judebellingham Maybe just you for another night 😉 ↳User33 Ur actually sick for that reply User788 Not like this… please…🫠 User09 You post more like a model than a midfielder mate User52 Anyone else clocking all the angel hints? The song? The emojis? The comments? Anyone? Literally anyone else?? ↳User22 No same girl… like ??? WhitneySmith Who knew Judey loved art so much! ↳User98 Girl be so fr rn. Just tell us what we already know User899 The song has me on the ledge omfg. User72 You’re both so unserious. She posted the same photo. Be more obvious.

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📍Home | [🎶Pistol - Cigarettes After Sex 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Restez chez vous. Prenez soin de vous. view all 1,309 comments…

User834 Don’t you fucking dare like her post…. Trentarnold66 He’s texting me paragraphs don’t worry ↳Winnie.Baby1 He better not be 😠 User00 I’m living knowing he had to google translate that caption ↳User17 Jude if you’re reading this she’s telling everyone to stay safe from brum boys like you User78 you don’t lose girls like this unless you’re stupid or scared ↳Jobebellingham Can confirm stupid ↳WhitneySmith I'll back scared… User94 She’s smoking inside. He’s NOT coming back from this User827 French and heartbroken is dangerous. Be careful Jude 😳 Gabrielderohan1 Toujours aussi belle…Tu me laisses savoir si t'as besoin d’un café ou d’un peu de compagnie xx User111 Let that paint dry but don’t let him back in queen Aurelientchm Carton rouge pour Bellingham. Je t'aime Y/N xx ↳Camavinga Interdiction de jouer au moins 10 matchs 😭 frrr User45 Yikes….Jude liking and unliking… bro’s in the trenches User76 I'll volunteer as your French rebound bébé 🫡 ↳User881 Jude doit être en PLS rn 😭 WhitneySmith You’re sad but you’re still so pretty. It’ll be okay 😘 Maman103 Ne pas fumer chez moi s'il vous plait!!! ❤️❤️❤️ User222 Jude Bellingham I fear you will never recover ↳User91 What happened?!?! Louis98 Même la douleur est belle sur toi, ma sœur xx User677 She’s posted nothing but smoke, wine, and silence. He’s done 🪦 Winnie.Baby1 Never a second option. She is it. JudeBellingham Hope the garden’s still blooming. Said you loved it this time of year x ↳User19 Get out of her comments immediately ↳User17 Got a château, paint, and cigarettes. She’s fine. You’re not. ↳User56 Spiraling confirmed.

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📍Madrid | [🎶Ruby Sparks - Monét Ngo🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Judebellingham Some ghosts don’t knock 🪽 view all 2,034 comments…

User45 you always post when you’re spiralling lmao Jobebellingham bro i KNEW you were down bad but this is cinema fr Trentarnold66 Little late but we’ll take it 🤝 User298 bro u good? Sad boy hours fr Y/N.xx always xx ↳ User75 OMFG they’re back… TobyBishay someone’s back in their loverboy era… User999 STOP the madrid sign & the wine pic MATCH HER POST 😭 User67 “it’s you, always.” i’m in pain WhitneySmith poetry hours I see 👀 User283 men will post like this instead of saying “I’m sorry.” DeniseBellingham2 Just want you two happy hun xx User08 Okay but I just want to know the tea… like what happened??? ↳ User222 FRRRRRR like fill us in. User100 man’s acting like he didn’t score two last weekend. sadness era or soft launch? Winnnie.Baby1 As he should 👏👏👏 User88 I’m late… WHO is the girl in the last photo. who. is. she. Aurélientchm 🤨 un homme amoureux is dangerous… good luck my brother User50 real madrid fans are crying rn and not because of the score

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📍Madrid | [🎶Do I Ever Cross Your Mind - Sombr🎶]

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🍒🌞🍹❤️‍🔥🫶🪩 Part 3 ⇨ Back For More 🪩🫶❤️‍🔥🍹🌞🍒

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🤍 SAFETY 🤍

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“Okay, we’ll just go up, change, i’ll pop some advil and we’re good to go. Actually, do you want to order a snack from room service? When I saw the portion size at dinner, I already knew in my head that we might have to try the wings from the menu after all…” 

The elevator doors close behind her and Travis just grins at the woman standing right in front of him. He feels a little buzzed, but far from being drunk. It’s that stage of feeling the alcohol that is nothing but feeling full of energy, letting loose, just… being happy. Happy because the blonde woman in his arms is as bubbly as he loves her to be. She’s light as a feather, as comfortable as she could possibly be right now. Which is something he hasn’t always been able to witness ever since she came into his life and turned everything upside down. He soaks up these moments, witnesses them in their full glory. There’s nothing quite as peaceful as seeing her happy. And it’s slowly becoming the one thing he wants to see for the rest of his life.

“We’ll do whatever you’re up to.” he ensures her once more. His hand wandering to her left cheek, gently stroking a strand of hair behind her ear. She smiles for a moment, her eyes sparkling a little bit as she moves closer to him, signaling him that she needs a kiss right now. Despite Ray standing right next to them, Travis leans down to her height, kissing her lips softly. 

The massive elevator doors open with a ringing sound. Ray enters the upper level first, followed by Travis with Taylor holding his hand. It’s quiet in this part of the luxury Las Vegas hotel, nothing but the noise of Taylor’s high heels audible on the carpet. And Travis knows why. They’re the only ones staying on this floor, renting out a gorgeous suite with a view over the Las Vegas strip for the night. As much as he loves the crowds and the fun of Las Vegas - he’s learned to appreciate the silence, the privacy, the quietness he’s never been able to fully enjoy before. But now, there’s nothing as calming as being alone with her. Just him and her, and the whole world can wait. He’s found a form of peace and safety in the idea of being able to enjoy downtime not just alone, but with another human being. Before her, he could never sit with someone in silence. Before her… a time he can’t quite recall without the ache in his chest of wondering how he ever made it through the ups and downs of life without her by his side, holding his hand through all of it. 

“I will be right outside.” Ray politely lets the both of them know once they get to their room. He opens the suite with a magnetic key card and the door open for the couple. 

“Thanks, buddy.” Travis pats his shoulder, letting Taylor enter their hotel suite first. He closes the door behind them, watches Taylor make her way to the little night stand in the bedroom. In her gorgeous, dark green evening gown she sits down on her side of the bed, starts to rummage through her cosmetic bag. Travis just drops the jacket of his suit over the chair in front of him. Finally. He knows that him feeling warm and sweaty all night is nothing new. But wearing a suit tonight did not make it any more comfortable for him to be a real life yeti. Before attempting to change his outfit for the fun part of the night, he picks up the phone next to the tv remote, just presses a button. The blonde woman looks up at him confused, still trying to find the left over pack of advil that she threw into her little bag after getting back from Big Sur last weekend. 

“Hi, I’m calling from room 1002. I would like to order some room service.” 

The big man with the phone on his ear turns to her, and she smiles thankfully at him. Of course he would make sure she’s got everything she could possibly need in this moment. 

“Yeah, I would like to get some wings. How many are on one plate? 5?” 

“Get two.” she whispers from across the room. 

“Alright, then two plates please. Also can we get another bottle of water and..”

“Diet coke, babe.” she whispers again. 

“And two diet cokes.” he adds. “with ice.” 

“Also, can we add some sauces to that? Do you… yes, great. We’ll go with that then. And a portion of mayonnaise, please.” he says, and she giggles at him, sending him a little butterfly kiss from across the room. She knows how much he hates mayonnaise, but she also knows that he is well aware of how much she loves it. One of the millions of kind gestures she was forced to get used to in the past months of being with this man. 

“Thank you!” he says, then hangs up the phone again. 

“You are just the best.” she says, dramatically, making him laugh. She’s gotten up from her spot on the bed by now, reaching for the half empty bottle of water standing next to him. Her hand lands on his shoulder and he can’t help but put his over hers for a moment.

“Of course I am.” he jokes, confusedly watches her pour herself some water into a glass. She then swallows two of the pills in her hand, emptying the glass of water in just a few seconds. He’s stood up by now, standing right in front of her with his white shirt still tucked into his trousers. His big hands on her shoulders, his eyes a little more longing than they were before. 

“You good?” he asks, and she places the glass next to her again, a little out of breath from drinking the whole thing at once. 

“Yeah, just.. headache. Will be better soon.” 

“How’s your sunburn?” 

“I’ll be fine, Trav.” she says, almost in a giggle because he’s been concerned all night. He gently moves the spaghetti straps of her dress over her shoulders. The fabric has clearly left a mark on the already redenned shoulders of hers. He lets out a compassionate sigh, then moves down to press a few butterfly kisses on her skin. 

She giggles slightly. Partly because his beard tickles her, and partly because this is the third time tonight that he can’t help but love up on her sunburn. 

“Your poor shoulders.” he mumbles in between the kisses. 

“They’ll get through it.” she replies amusedly, as he lifts his head again, just looks apologetically into her face. She can read instantly what is going through his head. He feels responsible for her not feeling at her best tonight, because she stood right in the hot Arizona sun all day for him - watching him golf with Patrick, supporting him as recklessly as she always does. 

“How ‘bout we just skip the party, undress and throw our own little party?” he mumbles, loves feeling her hands on his beard. She gently strokes his skin, a grin on her lips while gently shaking her head. 

“My love, we’re here for work. For a good cause. I’m fine. I would tell you if I wasn’t.” 

He nods, admires her once more for her strength, her commitment in supporting him and the things that matter to him. A feeling he hasn’t had with anybody else before. He doesn’t speak, enjoys feeling her hands in his neck. He leans closer to her, his nose touching hers. 

“I love you so much, baby.” he just whispers, and she giggles, lifting her face to kiss the tip of his nose once. 

“I love you, Trav.” 

“Kiss?” he requests, and she leans in to press her lips against his. He sighs slightly, tasting the cherry flavour of her lipstick once more. 

“Alright, let’s get ready.” 

“What are you gonna wear?” she asks him, starts to go through her suitcase at the end of the room. She slowly kneels down, starts to rummage through the big case. He can’t help but laugh at her. In her ridiculously expensive dress, she just sits on the floor, going through the piles of clothes she was too lazy to move away this morning. All whilst his clothes are neatly folded and hung up in the built-in hotel closet. This clearly is one of their major differences. He likes having control over his possessions. Likes taking care of his things, having a system. Clarity. Neatness. And just like a little beautiful hurricane of joy, Taylor likes to let her things pile up, doesn’t really care about the materialistic things she owns. So chairs become hangers for pants and jackets. TV screens become a storage unit for long gucci gowns. All her shoes are just kicked aside right next to where she sits on the floor. She truly likes to live in a creative chaos. A beautiful, creative chaos.

“Just something comfortable. That’s for sure.” 

“Mhm, this one?” she asks, holds up a little off-shoulder black dress. “or this one?”

“The black one.” he says, slowly unbuttoning his shirt to change. “Gives your sunburned shoulders some room to breathe.” 

~

A big hand in her back, the moving lights on his face, the loud bass of music vibing so loudly, he can feel it in his bones. He can immediately tell that all eyes are on him and the woman in his arm. A normal reaction to being basically anywhere with her. He looks at Ray behind him, giving him a hand to signal clearly that he’s got her. He will not go anywhere without her consent. The next thing he notices is Patrick waving at him from across the room, signaling his friend to join him where they’re hanging out. 

Together with Taylor, he tries to make his way through the crowd, phone cameras in the darkness right in her face the moment she is noticed. He looks down at her, his hand still more than protectively in her back. She’s forcing a smile, suppressing a yawn. He doesn’t care what she’s telling him. He knows she’s not feeling at her best tonight. 

“Say a word and we’ll leave.” he says in her ear, hoping she could understand him through the noise. She looks up at him, a gentle smile on her lips and the little twinkle in her eyes that he loves so much. Her small hand moves to his chest, and she nods, her lips just forming a low “okay”. 

A few moments later they have finally reached Britanny and Patrick, who were just chatting with a few other people through the noise. Taylor immediately goes to hug Britanny and Amber and Travis turns around to look for Ray. Travis then reaches for Taylor’s hands once more, makes her turn around to signal her that he will leave for a moment to get a drink. She just nods, doesn’t really react much and just keeps on chatting to the women in front of her. Travis once more turns around, signaling Ray now that he’s leaving for a moment. The security guard immediately steps up closer to Taylor, keeping his eyes on her surroundings. Only a few moments later, the big football player steps closer to his group of friends again, nodding at Ray who immediately steps aside and loosens up again. Travis doesn’t interrupt Taylor who is laughing with Britanny about something. He just hands her a drink, and she smiles at him thankfully for a moment. Vodka Cranberry. Her favorite. 

Travis now turns to Patrick and Ross, as well as David Brooker who stands right next to them. He’s honored when the man approaches him, gushing to him about how impressed he’s been with his performance this past season. How excited he is for what’s ahead for Travis. He can’t believe David Brooker even knows who he is. Just one of these moments, in which he can’t believe that this is his life. 

~

Time flies, drinks flow, and people approach him for some small talk. Every now and then, he makes sure to go and check up on Taylor, who has been her chatty self all evening. It’s always been one of his dreams. Having a partner support him at these events. Someone who’s as personable as he is. Someone who can have a good chat with anyone he works with. And he loves her for it. He loves to feel this unimaginable support for the first time in his life. 

With free hands, he steps up behind her. The faces of the women in front of Taylor already wandering to the tall man appearing behind her. His big hands make their way between her arms landing right on her stomach. She immediately melts into his arms, a big smile on her face as she feels his gentle kiss on her cheek. 

“You good, baby girl?” he mumbles right into her ear, making sure no one else hears his words, no one else except her. She just looks up at him, both her hands firmly on his, and she nods. 

“Yeah, you?” she asks to check on him, turns around in his arms, and seems glad to see him nod with a smile on his face. He loves to feel her hands move into the familiar spot on his cheek, a sign that she wants to be close to him. He leans down, kissing her. This time, he can feel her giggle into the kiss, and even through the loud music in the background he can feel her sigh. She pulls back, a giggle on her lips, and fire in her eyes. 

“Not here.” he just mumbles and she starts laughing in shock, unable to process that he thinks this kiss implied that she would ever do something as risky as hooking up with him in a public place. 

“I did not insinuate that, oh my god.” she defends herself immediately, laughing as he presses her closer to him. He kisses her hair a few times, moving closer to mumble into her ear while hugging her closely. 

“As I said, I’m happy to leave anytime. Like, literally anytime.” 

She laughs once more, slowly pulls back from him, pretends to hit him once. But it just makes him laugh more. She just shakes her head, but her eyes are saying something very different. She can’t wait to get closer to him, either. 

“Tay, do you want another drink?” Britanny suddenly interrupts the two, Taylor nods, says something to the smaller blonde woman, which is incomprehendable to him. She then turns around again, facing Travis. He laughs at her, a bit surprised about the fact that she decided to let loose tonight after all. But he’s glad. He’s so glad she’s enjoying herself in his circles. 

~

His phone screen lights up through the dark, and for a moment he’s surprised. 3.12am. He can’t believe how late it already is. And he can feel the buzz slowly turning into something more. He finishes his almost empty glass, making a mental note to himself to not drink anymore tonight. He’s not drunk, but he knows that he will be hung over if he keeps on drinking now. 

Travis places the empty glass next to Patrick’s, checks the text on his phone that he just received a moment ago, then locks his phone again before letting it slide into his pocket. He looks over to where Miranda and Britanny are standing. For a moment, he searches the tall blonde sticking out next to them. But she’s nowhere in sight. Travis moves his head, looking to the other side of the packed night club. She’s not standing next to Amber either. Her security is also nowhere in sight. He feels a wave of worry rise in his chest, slowly stands up. He shouldn’t have that last drink. Trav slowly makes his way over to Britanny. She looks at him, buzzed as well, struggling to understand him as he speaks into her ear. She finally understands then after a few moments, nodding, letting him know that Taylor had made her way to the ladies a few minutes ago. For a moment, he feels the anxiety in his chest dissolve again. He didn’t know this side about himself. He didn’t know this overprotective side, which Taylor clearly has brought out in him. With firm steps, he makes his way through the crowd, people high-fiving him, patting his shoulders. But he’s got a destination this time, and won’t get distracted by the small talk surrounding him. He finally can see the lid up restroom sign next to the bar. That’s when he spots Ray, both eyes on the crowds in front of the door leading to the ladies bathrooms. He’s thankful for him. Thankful to know that she’s always got someone looking out for her.

“Tay’s in the bathroom?” he asks, and Ray nods. Trav just waits next to the security guard, taking out his phone once more. 3.17am. She must be as tired as him, probably ready to head off. After a few seconds of waiting, he then witnesses a swarm of women exit the bathroom. He just stands there, smiling apologetically. After all, he knows how creepy it must come across to stand right in front of the women’s bathrooms just staring. A few moments later, a certain blonde finally makes her way outside. Her hair wavy, her short black dress showcasing her incredible legs, an empty glass in her hand, walking a bit more unsteady than she usually does. He has to let out a giggling breath, his smile turning even bigger when she sees him. 

“Hi baby.” she says loudly, her hands immediately reaching for him. He just laughs at her, placing both his hands on her hips. 

“Are you a little tipsy?” he laughs, gives her a happy kiss and Taylor laughs as well, nodding heavily. He just embraces her in a gentle hug, feels the cameras of people’s phone facing them, yet he doesn’t even care. Presses a few kisses on her cheek before letting go.

“I am and.. I don’t even know why. I just had two drinks, but I can really feel it. How did you notice?” 

He pulls back and nods, taking the empty glass from her. 

“You went to the bathroom with an empty glass, babe. And took it back out with you. That’s how I can tell.” 

She suddenly looks at the glass Travis just took from her, then looks back at him in disbelief and starts to laugh again. This time, she’s covering her mouth in embarrassment. 

“Oh my god, I.. I officially am losing it.” 

“You’re so funny.” he mumbles after leaving the glass on the counter of the bar. “Want to take off?” 

She just shakes her head immediately.

“Noooo, not yet.” she reacts a bit too intense for his taste.

“There’s this guy, who’s hilarous.” she mouths in his ear, and for a moment he feels his churn in confusion. “He claims to be one of your best friends. And I was like..” she pulls back, folding her arms together in a dramatic manner, “okay, sure, babe. You’re Trav’s best friend but you haven’t hung out in a year? Mhm, sure thing.” 

He smiles at her, can’t recall a time he’s witnessed her this loose and funny.

“Also, I was like… sorry, but I’m Trav’s best friend, okay? I am.” she mumbles, almost aggressively, and it makes his heart beat faster for a moment. With his hands on her hips, he pulls her closer. She suddenly looks up at him a bit worried. “I am your best friend, right?” 

He smiles again, nods slowly. 

“You are. You’re my best friend.” he mumbles into her ear in the hug, feeling her head rest on his shoulder. She really is very much drunk tonight, and he’s living for this hilarious version of his girlfriend. 

“You’re my best friend, too, Trav.” she says then, again, a tad too loud than she usually would, but he doesn’t mind. 

“Sure you don’t want to leave?” 

She slowly pulls back, nods with a smile. 

“Just thirty more minutes, okay?” she says, and he nods. He’s glad she got to let loose tonight, even if that’s not something he thought would happen today. He can see very well that she’s drunk, but he wants her to have this moment. Especially her. The person who is always so well put together. He gets to let go like this more often than she does. And he’s happy he gets to be here in the rare occasion that she does let go.

“Alright, let me get you a regular coke, Tay. You need it.” he says with a smile on his face, but a certain seriousness in his tone that she appreciates. 

“Yeah, thank you, baby.”  

~

“And I said to my wife, Travis Kelce. This guy. This guy will make it.” 

Trav just listens to the man in his fifties in front of him gush about him to his colleagues. He blushes a little, pretends to slide a few dollars to the man for his compliments, which makes Patrick, Ross and Harry laugh even more. He turns around for a second, just when he notices Brit approaching Patrick, clearly signaling him that she’s done for the night and ready to hit the hay. He turns around for a moment, finds Taylor still standing next to Amber and Chris. But there’s also another man he hadn’t noticed before. The guy is keeping his distance, clearly, but keeps on talking into Taylor’s ear through the noise. He doesn’t mind to see her chatting to people, men included. But what he doesn’t like is the fact that she seems to constantly loose her own balance in her heels, waddles from the left to the right. He also doesn’t appreciate the man’s hand touching Taylor’s naked arm. A boundary she would never let a stranger man cross. But she’s not moving. Something doesn’t feel right to him. 

Travis slowly leaves the group of people he was just talking to, and makes his way up to his girlfriend. He places his hand on her back but she doesn’t react. The man next to her has stopped talking to her, just nods at Travis with a weird smile. Travis however, looks at Taylor confusedly now, his hand on her back caressing her gently. Nothing. She still hasn’t clocked that he’s got his hand on her bare back. He starts to worry slightly. All she does is hold her empty glass in both her hands, looking into a void. 

“Baby?” 

She suddenly notices him.

“Oh hey.” 

Taylor faces him, and he immediately knows she’s not okay. Her eyes are glassy, her pupils are dilated. She’s very much pale, trying to balance herself on her heels.

“You okay?” he whispers into her ear, ready to take her to her hotel room. It’s been a fun night but her current state is something he hadn’t experienced before since knowing her. The fun is over for him. And it clearly is for her.

“What?” she looks up at him again, struggling to understand any of his words right now. 

“You feeling okay?” he asks again, and she seems to slowly understand through the noise. 

“Yeah, just talking to Amber and Chris.” she responds to him, and he doesn’t believe her for a second. Amber is fully focused on chatting to Miranda who stands right next to her. No Chris is even in sight. Travis looks back at his girlfriend, very well aware that she’s trying to act normal, which worries him even more. He can see she’s not feeling well, and he wishes she would admit it to him. 

“You sure?” 

She nods, both hands still clinging onto the empty glass. 

“Want to leave?” 

She shakes her head again. Something is up. She seems different than the tipsy, drunk Taylor he kissed by the bathroom twenty minutes ago. She’s not just drunk. There’s a kind of apathy filling her eyes that wrenches his gut. He hates seeing her this unstable, unsure. His hand on her back drawing gentle circles. He leans his head down to her again, pressing a kiss into her shoulder. Her skin is still hot from the sunburn she got today. But her confused look after he kissed her makes him feel more unsettled than before.

“I really think we should head out, sweetie.” he tries again, but she doesn’t react. Still stares into nothing, pretending to look at the people in front of her who are clearly drawn to their own conversations. 

“Can you.. can you get me some water?” she says then. Travis leans closer to hear her properly, immediately nods as soon as he understands what she needs. He presses a kiss onto her cheek, clearly worried, reaching for the empty glass in her hands. He has no idea what she’s been drinking, but he surely knows that this is not the same glass from before, when she was nibbling on the full sugar coke he got her. But Taylor won’t let go of the empty glass. It’s only just then that he realizes how tightly she’s clenching it. A bit confused but more worried than before, Travises hand lands on her back for the fifth time tonight. 

“Babe, if you give me the empty glass, I can..” 

“Oh, sorry.” she mumbles, lets go of the glass suddenly. Travis looks around for a bit, trying to scan the room for Brittany. He can’t seem to find her anywhere though. 

“Hey, how about you sit down for a moment while I get you some water?” 

She suddenly doesn’t fight him anymore, almost stumbles over her own feet while walking with him. She then sits down on one of the lounges by the side. He quickly waves towards Ray, signals him to come closer. The security guard immediately looks concerned, but Travis just whispers in his ear to stay here with her while he’s getting her a glass of water. The man nods, remains close to Taylor while being fully focused on her surroundings again. While making his way to the bar, Travis feels worry rise in him. Like a tidal wave, slowly, but with a force he hadn’t experienced before. He realizes in this moment that this is the first time he really cares about someone. More than himself. He wouldn’t mind if anything happened to him if it would mean that the clumsy, tall blonde sitting on this lounge is okay and happy. 

While walking to the bar, he keeps on looking back to where she sits to make sure she’s okay. This is not the first time he’s witnessed her being drunk. But it is the first time he’s witnessed her this out of it. Just sits there like an empty shell, staring into nothing, not talking to anyone, not being chatty or giggly anymore. 

As he makes his way back to her, just a few moments later, is when his intrusive thoughts of worry finally win. This time, she’s not sitting there as apathetic and motionless as she was before. This time, she’s sitting there, looking from left to right like a terrified deer on a dark road. It’s not hard to see how anxious she is. Not hard notice her leg moving uncontrollably. She’s looking around with a lost look on her face. He can’t believe it, but she looks.. scared? Scared of her surroundings, looking down at her hands every few seconds to make sure they’re still there. Her little prada handbag fell to the floor and she didn’t even notice. As soon as Travis sits down next to her again, right after having picked up her bag is when Taylor reaches for his arm, and he notices just now how heavy she’s breathing. 

“Something is wrong.” she mumbles through the loud music of the night club.

“Tay…”

“I don’t feel good. I.. don’t feel good at all. I can’t see properly, and my hands...” she says with panic in her voice , leaning forward to cradle her head in her hands. Almost as if her hands could help her see clearly again. But it’s not working. She panics even more when she realizes that it’s not working, looks back down at her hands again.

“I can’t see and I can’t feel my hands and… I feel really sick.” she whimpers then, is on the verge of crying. 

“I’m really scared, baby. I…” Her hands keep reaching for his, and he manages to place his arm protectively around her. The water glass in his other hand. He takes a deep breath. They need to get out of here. Right now. 

“Have some water, here.” 

He can see her trying to reach for the glass in his hand, but she misses it. Everything she sees, she sees double. Trav looks at her in deep worry. It seems like she lost full control over her hands and once she notices herself, he can see the purest form of panic in her drowsy eyes. She’s close to tears, trying to reach for the glass with shaking hands.

“I...” she starts to take quick and short breaths. For a moment, Travis reaches for her sweaty and cold hand. By no means is he calm in this moment, but he wants to prevent her from collapsing or hyperventilating. 

“Hey, everything’s alright. I got you. You’re safe.” 

He carefully helps her press the glass onto her mouth. With shaking hands, she gulps down the water glass, both hands holding desperately onto his with closed eyes. When she’s done, she opens her eyes again, almost disappointed that the weird feeling hasn’t passed. She still sees everything double, feels like fainting any second. Trav has his arm around her, and she’s holding his hand with both of her hands. But he feels so far away. She’s scared. Scared to loose control. Scared of what is happening to her. Scared.

Travis places the now empty water glass next to him, can see in Ray’s face that the securty guard is starting to get worried, too. There’s cameras pointing at her, and the last thing he wants is for people to notice her struggling. She’s more vulnerable in this moment than she’s ever been in public, he knows. And he will do anything in his power to not cause a scene in here with her. 

“She’s.. she’s not feeling well.” he explains to the security guard. “We’ll leave now but I don’t want people to… can you.. can you just walk first and we..?” 

Travis clearly struggles to find the right words to make sense in this moment but the man in front of him nods, and immediately understands. 

Trav gets up, helps Taylor stand up as well. He pulls her into a hug as her knees are about to give in. 

“I want to go home, please. I want to..”

“I’ll get you home. We’re going home now. Don’t worry, okay. I got you. Just take a moment to breathe, and then we will walk right to our hotel room.” he whispers, knowing that his instructions right now just fall on deaf ears. She quietly cries into his shoulder, her breathing patterns being as fast as before. All she does is whimmer into his ear, begging him for help. He feels sick. Not sure whether she needs an ambulance, an IV or just a whole lot of rest. The only thing that clocks right in this moment for him is the fact that she was drugged. That someone, probably the strange guy from before, has slipped something into her drink to knock her out and make her as weak as she is now. It’s not his first time in Las Vegas, and it’s not the first time he’s witnessed a young woman collapse in some night club because a disgusting guy had something else in mind. He’s well aware about so-called ‘rape drugs’ but never in a million years did he think that it would shatter him this deeply to witness someone as pure and beautiful and strong as Taylor fall victim to this crime. 

It might not be the first time he’s witnessing someone being drugged, but in this moment, while hearing her cries in his ear, is when he realizes that it is his first time witnessing someone he loves soo deeply being abused right in front of his eyes. Someone he swore he would protect at all costs. Someone who came here, to this place, just for him, relying on him to be safe. 

She thought she was safe here with him. 

“Trav..” she cries into his ear again, her arm moving up and down his, almost as if she’s looking for him. But he’s right here. Right here holding her in his arms.

“I’m here, I’m always here. Just close your eyes, and hold on, okay? You can do it.” He whispers into her ear over and over again. Cameras are pointing at them, even more so when the DJ decides to play one of Taylor’s songs as part of his set. The people in this club start singing it to her, yet Taylor is nowhere near being able to react. He doesn’t want her to have to witness this moment in her current state, just lovingly presses her face into his neck, turning his head to kiss her. His left hand is holding her upright while making his way through the crowd with her. His right hand is gently on her head, pressing it against his chest and shielding her from the crowds. It takes two minutes to get to the exit of the club. Two horrifying minutes until they have finally left the busy club and step into the big lobby connecting the club to their hotel. A few drunk people make their way over to them, phones directed at the both of them, asking Taylor for a picture. Travis is glad to find Ray pushing people out of the way whilst he’s busy just getting her to the elevator at the end of the room. He feels her exhausted moans with every step she has to take. Oh, what he would give to be able to carry her in this moment. What he would give to not have any people standing in this lobby, filming their every step. 

With his hand still pressing her head against his chest is when they finally make it to the elevator. Ray presses the button and they step inside. It takes another two seconds and the doors close. Finally. In this moment, he can finally breathe. With one swift motion, he’s lifted Taylor up, now carries her bridal style while standing in the elevator. Ray looks at Travis concerned, who’s just fully focused on Taylor. She mumbles a few anxious, crying, incomprehensible things into his chest. But all he does is kiss her, assure her that he’s here, that she’s not alone, that he’s taking care of her now.

“Does she need a doctor?” Ray says, doesn’t want to overstep Travis but is well aware that it’s his duty to make sure she’s safe. He’s getting paid to keep this woman safe and right now, she’s passed out in her boyfriend’s arms.

Travis looks into Ray’s eyes, and he shamefully nods. He feels so embarrassed to look into the security guard’s face. To know that this man also relied on Travis being there, while he kept his distance. 

“I think someone put something in her drink when I.. when I wasn’t there. I just don’t want to.. to find any tweets about this tomorrow. I’ll call Tree first and get someone to look at her.” 

Ray nods, asking Travis if he needs help. He shakes his head, is way too focused on Taylor in his arms. Her eyes are fully closed now, but she’s not sleeping. Suffering cries are still escaping her mouth every few seconds. Her hand is clawing into his shirt. Almost as if she’s desperate to hold onto him. Travis leans down again, kissing her face once more. He’s sweating, full of panic. All he can do is assure her that he’s here. That she’s safe. That she’s finally safe. For the first time really tonight.

A few moments later the elevator doors opens again and Travis manages to carry Taylor into the suite. Ray opens the door to their bedroom and helps Travis step inside with Taylor on his arm. He slowly walks up to her side of the bed, almost stumbling over one of her shoes she just dropped next to her bed before when getting ready for this night out. Breathing heavily, he slowly lays her down on top of the bed sheets. He just swallows seeing her so weak. Just the thought of this guy from before having exactly this view in mind makes him feel sick. Travis sits down on the bed right next to her, starts to unbutton the clasps of her heels. 

“Do you need help?”

“No, I’m.. I’m just gonna undress her so that she’s more comfortable and then call Tree. Can you… step outside please?” he says. Travis looks into Ray’s eyes and clearly sees him hesitate for a moment. He understands that his job is to make sure Taylor is safe. But in this moment, the only thing Travis cares about is that Taylor feels safe. And he will never in a million years strip her naked in her most vulnerable state, in front of a man who is working for her. 

“Buddy, I’m taking care of her. Please give us some privacy.” he says, adding a slightly annoyed “Please.”

The brown-haired man nods slowly, then closes the hotel door behind him. As soon as the door falls into the lock, Travis stops for a moment, just to breathe. He keeps on fiddling to unbutton the clasp of her high heels, realizing quickly that it’s difficult to open these with his big ass fingers. After a moment he then finally succeeds, carefully sliding the shoes from her feet. He looks back into her face, glad to have finally found her in a somewhat comfortable position. She doesn’t move, has both her eyes closed and doesn’t seem to notice him undressing her. The make up on her face is smudged from crying. Trav feels tears building up in his own eyes, just seeing her like this. He hates to do this to her, but has to reach for both of her shoulders to help her sit up for a moment. She opens her eyes, still seems to be asleep as he pulls her forward to let her fall into a hug with him. She turns her head, nuzzling into his neck as he starts to unzip the back of her black dress. She will thank him tomorrow for not making her sleep in this tight party dress.

“Almost done, baby. You’ll be so much more comfortable when this is off.” he mumbles. She lets out a cooing sound, and Travis carefully lets her fall back onto the pillow. She mumbles something incomprehensible again as he starts to pull down her dress. She’s not wearing a bra, and within a few seconds she’s lying there, on top of her bedsheet, fully exposed, in nothing but her thong. She doesn’t move as he just carefully hangs her dress over the chair behind him. The chair full of her stuff, that he so amusedly made fun about earlier today. Earlier, when she was just her bubbly, happy self. Not another drugged girl getting undressed while being unconscious. 

Travis feels tears building up in his eyes, again, and for a moment he realizes how sweaty he really is. Not because he just carried her to the room, but because the panic and fear on the inside are getting the very best of him right now. 

He reaches for his big red KC shirt that she always sleeps in, manages to pull the shirt over her head, and walk her dead arms into each sleeve, one by one. She just lets out a loud sigh. 

“I know, baby. I know.” 

A few seconds later, after having properly dressed her, he fiddles the blanket under her and manages to tuck her in. Finally. And then, for a moment, it’s finally silent. He just sits there, watching her sleep. His hand moves to her head, stroking gently over her head as he feels a tear run down his cheek. All he wanted was for her to have a fun weekend with him in Vegas. All she did was fly out for him, and ended up getting violated like this, under his own eyes. Trav moves closer to her and kisses her hot forehead a few times.

“You’re safe now. You’re safe. I’m right here, baby. I’m so sorry. So sorry.” he whispers, not sure if his words are meant to calm the blonde sleeping woman or himself. He double checks once more if her feet are properly tucked into the blanket, knowing very well that she gets cold feet quickly. Travis then stands up, reaching for the phone in his pocket and leaves the bedroom to call Tree. 

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With shaking hands, Travis just sits there, leaning against the bed rest, listening to the man in front of him talk while not letting go of Taylor’s head on the pillow. He tries to take mental notes, feels the imminent pressure to make sure to remember everything exactly as the doctor is saying it. It’s okay for her to move in her sleep with the IV still attached. When she wakes up, he can help her remove the tube from her arm. If she wakes up before the IV liquid is fully absorbed, he needs to give her another aspirin tablet. If she starts to feel sick, it’s important to make sure she’s in a stable position. She should regain consciousness in a bit, but it’s advised for her to get another IV drip tomorrow morning. She will be okay. And if she’s not, he’s recommended to call 911 immediately. 

Travis just nods, taking mental notes. Ray is standing there at the other side of the room, still talking to Tree on the phone. Travis just slowly lets go of Taylor, gets up to thank the doctor for everything. He’s still shaking, still trying to make sense of what happened tonight. He’s just glad that a medical professional has looked at her. That her body is now being flushed with lots of nutrients and fluids to help get rid of whatever drug she was given. Ray hangs up the phone, as Travis signals him to come closer. It’s still pitch dark outside, the lights of the Las Vegas strip not looking half as magical as they did this morning. This morning when Taylor was her normal self, standing by these floor to ceiling windows. Her happy self being in awe, excited for a day at the golf field. And him holding her in his arms, appreciating each giggle escaping her lips with a gentle kiss on her cheek. The same morning, in which a certain person was probably already plotting to secretly mix something into her system. Knowing that she would be going out tonight. Knowing that he would give her space to chat with her friends, network, talk to strangers. 

Space to get drugged and taken advantage of. 

“I need to run downstairs and grab some sugary drinks for when she wakes up. Can you please stay here with her for a few minutes in case she wakes up?” Travis asks the security guard and Ray nods, a little confused about Travises sudden change of mind. A few minutes ago he wouldn’t dare to leave Taylor out of sight, but now he seems eager to run downstairs? 

Travis thanks him, leaves everything he owns, including his phone, in this room with her. With determined steps, he leaves the hotel room before the doctor even can, approaching the elevator doors as quickly as humanly possible. 

Driven by adrenaline and aggression, more than he’s ever felt before, Travis enters the night club again, just seconds later. He can immediately spot Ross and Harry, who are both approaching him with worried looks on their faces. 

“Bro, are you okay? Brit said that she saw you and…” 

But Travis doesn’t hear any of it. All he can see is the man from before still standing there, talking to a group of women. His brain is fully shut, and his instincts are taking over. As soon as he approaches the group, the man’s eyes look up to Travis. Within a split second, Travis’ fist lands in the man’s face. A solid punch. There’s blood running down his nose and people looking at him in shock. The women next to them are jolting to the side. The guy is holding his nose with a look on his face that shows Travis clearly that he knew exactly what this was for. 

“You little piece of shit, don’t you ever try that again.”

Both Harry and Ross have witnessed the situation, just gently holding Travis back as a security guard from the night club gets closer to them.

“Man, calm down. I bought her a drink. Nothing more.”

“He fucking drugged Tay.” Travis says to his friends in a rage, who both are trying to calm him. “This asshole is out here drugging women and you guys don’t do anything?!” he says loudly to the security guards who are signaling Travis to leave the club now before things will get ugly. He feels a new form of anger rise in his chest as he is asked to leave, but Ross and Harry manage to not just hold him back, but convince him to leave the club and make his way out to get some fresh air. 

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Travis is used to feeling exhausted. He’s used to feeling drained, tired and knowing he’s spent all the energy in the world available to him. As an athlete, he’s learned to deal with these moments of lacking energy, learned to push through and know when and how to reload his energy storages. But in this moment, while sitting down next to Taylor on this hotel bed, finally alone with her, he can safely say that he’s never. Never in a million years felt a level of exhaustion as severe as this. 

For a third time tonight, he wipes away the sweat standing on his forehead. His gaze falls onto the Las Vegas Strip in front of him. The sun is slowly rising, more and more cars are driving down the streets. The next day is starting, almost as if nothing had happened. It’s all just an endless cycle. The days come, the nights end. No one really cares for you out there. No one really cares about things that happen to you while the world moves slowly on. 

He looks down to Taylor again. His world doesn’t. Her left arm is still on top of the bed sheets, connected to the liquid IV standing next to her bedside. There’s still mascara stuck on her cheek and her long, blonde, wavy hair is all over the place. There’s lipstick stains on her chin, but she looks peaceful. She finally does. Travis swallows, gets up and closes the curtains. Sleep. Sleep is what both of them need after this night. He pulls his shirt over his head, takes off his pants and just drops them on the floor. He likes to be in control of things, like to keep his things neat. But none of the things he possesses matter when it comes to her. Just the thought of losing her, of not being able to protect her, not being her safe haven tonight has made everything else feel so irrelevant to him. From the very first moment he fell for this woman, was when he promised himself and her to always keep her safe. He let her down tonight. He let her security team down too, but mostly, her. 

There’s a deep and heavy pressure on his chest. He’s guilty. He’s failed her.

Travis slips under the blanket too, finally placing his head on his pillow. It’s dark in the room now, but not as dark as he’d like it to be. The daylight is still fighting its way through the curtains. He places his arm protectively over her body, checking that the IV is still properly attached to her arm. He gets closer to her, kissing her cheek again. He sighs, allows himself to close his eyes for a moment then. 

“What happened?”

His eyes shut open in shock and to his surprise, he finds her looking at him. Her eyes are tiny and red, but her face is fully turned to him. He feels a wave of relief washing over him, followed by the need to just cry like a baby. He knew she would be okay, but being able to look into her eyes is giving him endless comfort right now. 

“Someone put something in your drink. How are you feeling?” he whispers. He can witness her eyelids still fighting to stay open. His big hand already on her cheek. 

“Horrible.” she mumbles. He quickly gets up again and walks over to her side of the bed. In nothing but his boxers, Travis sits down next to her. 

“Can you sit up for a moment? You should take this aspirin before going back to sleep. You’ll thank me tomorrow morning.” 

She nods, tries to find her strength to sit up, but struggles clearly. Travis helps her immediately, pulls her upright with both of his hands on her arms. 

“There you go.” he mumbles, already reaching for the water glass next to her. She looks disoriented, confused. Her eyes wandering to the liquid IV in her arm. 

“What..”

“We had a doctor come look at you. This will help you feel better soon, baby.”

She doesn’t react, just nods and opens her mouth for him to place the aspirin pill on her tongue. A second later he then holds the glass of water closer to her mouth and she gulps it down as quickly as she can. 

“Good job.” Trav mumbles, placing the glass on her bedside table again. There’s a drop of water running down her chin and his thumb is quick enough to wipe it away for her. 

“Did.. did anyone see me like this?” she mumbles then in deep worry, while clearly struggling to stay awake. He snuggles himself under the blanket with her again, helping her lay down properly. This time she’s facing him, makes it clear to him that she wants to be close. His hand lands on her cheek and in her neck, his lips finding their way onto her forehead. 

“I don’t think so. I managed to get you up here quickly. Spoke to Tree and the guy who got you the IV signed an NDA. No one will have to find out about this, sweetie. Don’t worry.” 

She nods slightly, her eyes closed. Travis takes a deep breath. She needs her sleep. Badly. He kisses her forehead one last time, then lets go of her. As soon as his hand leaves her neck is when she opens her eyes and her dry mouth once more. 

“Stay here, please.” 

He nods, moves closer and helps her bury herself completely in his arms. Her cold feet are now pressed between his warm legs, and her torso is wrapped fully into his arms. He kisses her head again and again, hoping to get her to fall asleep. 

Suddenly she moves again, sitting up for a moment. Trav looks at her, ready to grab the trash can a few inches away from him in case she's getting sick. 

“You good…”

She turns around and reaches for his hand. She looks at his bruised hand in shock, then back at him. 

“I punched the guy who did this to you. Broke his nose. Also, I’m banned from entering this shitty club ever again. Fucking shit hole.” 

She looks at him, drops her head on his chest in disbelief and closes her eyes. He giggles slightly at her reaction, more than glad that she seems to have regained enough consciousness to worry about his bruised hand. His healthy hand now lands on top of her head protectively. 

“What the fuck.” she whispers and he can’t argue with her. This whole night is a whole lot of what the fuck. 

“I’m just..” he looks at the ceiling, Taylor on his chest, being fully aware of the fact that she’s probably already asleep again. 

“I’m just so sorry for not.. not being there when this happened. I never wanted you to feel unsafe with me. I just..” 

“You’re literally the safest place I’ve ever known, idiot.” She croaks then, and he looks down and swallows. He didn’t expect her to answer him, didn’t expect her to actually hear him and certainly did not expect her to say something as fundamental as this. 

“I think..” she’s tired, struggling to find words and Travis moves immediately, his finger on her lips, signaling her that she doesn’t have to say anything to him right now. She needs to rest. That’s all she needs to do. Taylor understands, her eyes closed again. Travis kisses her forehead one last time before attempting to get some sleep as well. 

“I think I’m so lucky that something like this happened to me when you were there. And even when I couldn’t walk or speak or see or move my hands, I just.. knew you would take care of me. That’s how safe I feel with you.” she says with a broken voice, both eyes closed. Trav moves his mouth closer to her temple, his lips finding her skin. He kisses her on this spot for the longest time, tears streaming out of his eyes and onto the soft fabric of his pillow. 

[freshthoughts2020]

[kekaki-cupcakes]

hiiii, congrats on 250 followers!!! Can I request WILFLOWER ✩°˖🫐 ⋆｡˚꩜ maybe with Connor Stoll x clumsy/shy!Daughter of Apollo if you don't mind? Thankyou<3 Have a great day!

conner stoll my love Xx

-teasing!bf x flusteredsobadshe'sglowing!reader

-he likes to flirt with you [terribly, may I add] until your looking like Will's sunrise lamp and tripping over your own feet to escape the embarrassment. you love him of course, but holy moly he loves making you flap your hands and hide your face

-he likes giving you piggy backs

-as a 'responsible' and 'healing' and 'caring' child of the gods with the god given gift of serene music and hyacinths's you are so flipping good at getting him out of trouble. everyone believes you all the time, so you've found yourself quite a few times innocently talking Chiron out of giving your boyfriend and Travis, of course, dishes duty

-he carries bandaids in his pockets for you when you hurt yourself bumping into something despite your father being the literal god of healing

-for some reason he doesn't really get sunburnt ever. probably unrelated

-has made sure very seriously that if you are ever hanging out together or possibly hiding behind the camp store to make out and you accidentally kill him with a discus or a flying shoe that you turn him into a cactus so everyone gets needles when they they're crying over him. he made you sign the agreement

-you totally haven't written a song about him

[psychesalcove]

omg congrats!!! how about travis stoll with ֶָ֢ "it's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes,"? he’s just in my head rent free this days tbh. love your writing xx

✧.* travis stoll x gn reader

my blog is completely race & body type friendly

part of psyches, 'in memory of those who chose the sea' event

-> want to participate?

you breathed in, the smell of the campfire, a warming a familiar smell to everyone at camp. the orange hues took over everyone's frame, giving them a golden glow. campfires had always been one of your favorite activities camp half-blood had; it just felt so comforting.

one of the main comforting things: wearing your boyfriend, travis's, hoodie. he always let you borrow them, one of the things you loved about your relationship. tonight, you were wearing one of his hoodies that had the Hermes symbol on it.

before you could get to into your head, a familiar presence sat next to you. 'hi pretty,' travis said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder to bring you closer. 'you likin' the fire?' he asked and turned his gaze onto you.

'obviously. when have i not,' you mused as you laid your head on his shoulder. before you could say something else, you heard a small giggle come from travis. 'what?' you asked as you smiled and looked up at him.

'nothing,' he said as smiled back at you, eyes holding a warm glow to them. 'its just, i cant believe that you're actually wearing my clothes,' he said as a pink tint took over his cheeks.

you giggled. 'babe, i wear your clothes all the time,' you gently rocked against him, making him laugh again.

'yeah,' he agreed. 'but that doesn't make it not as cute,' he counited, arm moving from your shoulder to your waist. 'i mean, you obviously look cute in your own clothes, but you know what i mean,' he rambled, eyes still on you.

before you could respond, you hear an exaggerated gagging noise from behind you. both travis and you turned as conner looked at you with fake horror in his eyes. 'you two need to get a room' he said, pointing an accusing finger at the two of you.

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My everything.

A fic by SweetieR on AO3 | @SweetieR08 on Twitter

31k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

They got to the building and right before the door of the elevator opened to the lobby, Harry grabbed Louis’ hand and brought him to his chest. “See you later, my love?” he brought Louis to him for a soft kiss. Louis smiled, blue eyes studying Harry’s face closely before he moved his tie back, patting his chest tenderly. “Go save the world, Agent.” Harry chuckled and pecked his lips again. “You’re ridiculous.” Louis scrunched his nose happily, “See you at lunch?” “Always.” He pecked his lips again before the door of the elevator opened to their new day. Or - Prompt 404: Louis and Harry are in a long-term relationship and are very in love. Both work for the police/FBI but in different departments. Harry is chasing a dangerous criminal who wants to get revenge by targeting Louis. Everything else is up to the author, but happy ending please!

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On a Night Like Tonight

A fic by Longing_glances on AO3 | @louhappydays on Tumblr | @loulouisqueen on Twitter

9k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

There were few things Louis Tomlinson loved more than being on stage. As the years passed by and the venues and crowd sizes grew, Louis’ unwavering love of performing never wavered. And, despite the almost crushing touch of the July heat currently swirling around him, Louis felt more than ready to take on yet another night of his Eras Tour. aka Pop star meets star football player aka Taylor Swift/Travis Kelce AU.

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A fic by xx on AO3 | xx on Tumblr | xx on Twitter

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limelight

A fic by dehydratedpool on AO3 | @dehydratedpool on Tumblr | @dehydratedpool on Twitter

20k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

During his first semester at Boston University circa 1989, a shy, socially awkward Harry meets a kind, outspoken Louis. In an attempt to show Louis how he feels, he creates a mixtape of songs. But Harry’s deep anxieties cloud him, and he can’t seem to understand whether or not Louis even wants him around, let alone likes him back. —— BLFF #175: 80s/90s AU (preferably high school or uni) in which a pining Harry burns Louis a CD with a bunch of love songs on it. With a side of angst please.

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a flicker of hope that i wanna keep (please don’t leave)

A fic by localopa on AO3 | @voulezloux on Tumblr

12k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

harry is in love with louis, and he had thought louis felt the same until he accidentally left his journal in harry’s home. he knows he shouldn’t have read it, especially when it only proved to be a reality check he didn’t want. once harry finds the green-eyed, curly haired, gangly fucker that’s stolen louis’ heart, he’d like to have a strong word with him.

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Show Me Your Soul

A fic by lthsbff on AO3 | @ltsbfff on Twitter

53k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis is an escort trying to survive, never expecting to step into the world of the rich and powerful. When Harry Styles hires him for a week, Louis thinks it’s just a paycheck. But what was supposed to be a simple arrangement turns into something way more complicated than he ever signed up for. Or, Prompt 29 of BLFF24- Pretty Woman AU featuring Louis as Vivian and Harry as Edward.

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more at stake

A fic by louvrry on AO3 | @makelouhappier on Twitter

17k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Prince Styles of Darthend,” King Andres bowed respectfully, Queen Jo doing the same. Her ruby ring glowing brightly on her finger, back in its rightful place. “I am in your debt. Whatever it is you desire.” For the first time, the cruel prince smirked. Louis let Zayn move him further back in hopes of shielding him. However, his eyes remained fixated on the curly-haired prince. His breath hitched when dark green eyes met his blue ones from across the room. The grip on his shoulder got tighter. “In due time, your majesty.” Prince Styles bowed at the king and queen before he left. Or Prompt 32: There are two rival kingdoms. Harry is heir to one, and Louis is betrothed to be the heir to the other. Love triangle, pinning/dark harry whos obsessed with louis, and bratty/sweet louis. The heir who is betrothed to louis also really loves him. It could be zayn or maybe theo james (preferably ABO)

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Once Upon a Time

A fic by alltheselights on AO3 | @alltheselights on Tumblr | @alltheselightts on Twitter

37k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Since Louis' mother's death, her book of fairy tales has offered Louis an escape from the tower that he is locked inside for much of the day. However, when his father announces that Louis has been betrothed to the cruel king of a neighboring kingdom, Louis quickly realizes that even the comfort of his fairy tales will not be enough to shield him from the harsh reality of his life. Embarking on a long journey to his new home, Louis is accompanied by his maid and a small group of soldiers, led by Captain Harry Styles. As Louis begins to experience the world beyond his prison and learns more about the people escorting him, he finds himself drawn to the mysterious Captain. But with every step closer to his impending marriage, Louis is forced to confront the life he's being thrust into—and the painful truth that he may never have his happy ending.

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The Cobbled Streets of You and Me

A fic by daydreamlwts on AO3 | @daydreamlwts on Twitter

5k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 308- Based on a reel where a girl got her stiletto stuck on the drainage rail and a man came to the rescue. Featuring Louis as the cute, carefree omega and Harry as the hot, grumpy alpha who helped.

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The Crow Flies Straight.

A fic by thecheshirepussycat on AO3 | @the-cheshire-pussy-catcheshire on Tumblr | @Bee_With_Mee on Twitter

80k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry Styles is the prince of notorious Biker gang Sons of Anarchy in picturesque Charming, California. He's done his best to live a life free of the law and free from attachment. Until a chain of events cause the one person he thought he'd never see again to be dragged back into his life of crime and debauchery. Louis Tomlinson ran away to medical school years ago, because he liked Harry and his danger a little too much. Sons of Anarchy AU BLFF prompt #276

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[xsapphic-celestialx]

guys I ended up on the wrong side of swiftie tumblr please help get me back to the normal side where people don’t think that Taylor swift is secretly a lesbian who is singing to k*rlie kl*ss 😭😭 like istg she could marry Travis tomorrow and have 8 kids with him and they’d all be like “omg performance art” like you really think queen kylie kelce would involve her family in this if it was fake? The same kylie who is NOTORIOUS for not taking any bullshit? You think she’s involving her kids in this? Not a chance (side note Kylie kelce please adopt me I love you)

also if she was gay it makes more sense from a pr perspective for her to be single for a while rather than for her to have a “beard” she’s constantly slut shamed for having boyfriends and it’s not like those men get away Scot free either…. like she was fresh out of a 6 year relationship she could very easily have gone the “taking some time to work on myself before I get into another relationship” route if she didn’t want to date men anymore but instead she went straight to matty Healy of all people (which I genuinely think is one of the worst decisions she’s made in the past 5 years but then again she’s a grown adult who can do what she likes it’s none of my business and that is an opinion for another day)

“she’s being so loud in her songs only gaylors would understand” so close! Believing that a celebrity is sending you secret messages is actually a sign of schizophrenia! She’s not your friend she doesn’t know you and you should probably seek help xx

p.s. if you read this and felt offended I suggest you get a job I’ve heard they’re really good at filling all that free time you use to try and tear apart a stranger’s relationship

[hollyandkuroo]

Haikyuu guys as icks

Saw this idea from someone else xx enjoy

Speaker kid - OMFG its like 8 am and this guy has a JBL speaker at max playing Pop Smoke and Travis Scott, he gen does not give af about his attendence and is late to every class, hes obnoxiously loud and everyone just wishes he would stfu. Hitting that dispo during every passing period.

Terumshima, Tanaka , Iwaizumi

School threat/discord kid - This guy genuinely has like no friends & never talks, hair be greasy and moderates discord servers like the navy. Makes "dark humor" jokes and when someone says something he says shit like, "relax liberal"

Mad Dog, Tendou (SORRYYY I LOVE HIM IT JUST FITS) Tsukishima lowk, kind of Kenma maybe besides the no friends part

TikTok cornball - UNIRONICALLY says things in tt comments sections like, "L + Ratio" "that tuff buddy😹" "Im Himothy" "average woman 😹". Thinks that these terms and refrences are so fcking funny: "what the sigma" "tiktok rizz party" "skibiddi toilet" "fanum tax" "GYATTT".

Atsumu, Bokuto, Lev (bro is childish) , Oikawa, Nishinoya, Hinata

"Opium" fashion demon / fashion snob - Makes ootds and fit checks ALL THE DAMN TIME. Truly believes he is superior to everyone because his fashion taste and wardrobe. Walks around acting like hes on the runway or something. Thinks carti is king and sags his pants. Hes also tries to act "nonchalant"🤢 cause hes just "too cool" for everyone ig. "Kai he/him ig" LMAO

Kuroo, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Osamu

Pretentious fuck - Lowk same breed as the last one but this is the guy to see a girl where a Nirvana shirt and say, "Name AT LEAST 3 songs, please, like genuinely". And makes you feel actually stupid and unworthy LMAO. He thinks deftones is under ground. Says things like "what do yall know about be 'quiet and drive far away by deftones' " As if thats not like one of their most popular songs??? Lowk harasses people about their Spotify wrapped.

Akaashi lowk, Tsukishima, Kageyama, Atsumu

Hornball - Bro is a freak and makes it very known. He posts on his public story literal p0r/n, and captions it things like "need this atm😩" or "mood🥴". LIKE BROOO ACTUALLY STOP WE ARE UNCOMFORTABLE. He has too many damn highlight of himself on instagram too.

Yamamoto, Nishinoya, Terushima, Kuroo

"Broken" emo - This guy goes on snapchat and post on his story a black screen with the caption "logging off for a bit, if you need me text my number" or "dhmu". WE DO NOT CARE ONG. When he was in middle school he watched and reposted bart simpson emo edits, and even attmepted to make his own emo corn ball edits". Says things like "all girls are the same" when his girlfriend in middle school left him.

BOKUTO, oikawa, Atsumu, Hinata

Ok BYEEE

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