#also i get that she’s Taylor Swift and in many ways is not lacking for live performance

[titsthedamnseason]

we all know that taylor’s commitment to energetically dancing at award shows is amazing for many reasons from being incredibly fun to watch as well as being a compliment/courtesy to the artists (and how she has discussed that she always dances and sings at award shows because she finds it miserable to be the person performing at such events where the crowd is not hype at all etc etc) but we also kind of don’t spend enough time on the way she also says she’s just there to have fun and doesn’t see why she would waste a night of amazing performances just sitting down and pretending to be bored to look cool because i also feel like this goes to another level when you consider that taylor actually very rarely gets to see live music from an audience sort of setting and doesn’t really have the opportunity to go see her favorite musicians in concert. so getting to dance and sing to full out live performances at award shows is really the closest she can ever have to that

[vogelmeister]

anyways i am feeling kinda brave today so im gonna share a potentially unpopular taylor swift hot take. when i was talking to my friend yesterday about ttpd i realised that i kinda have a similar problem with the anthology as i do with evermore.

like don't get me wrong, both have absolute gems (willow, tolerate it, long story short, gold rush and NBNC from evermore are great and i love the albatross, so high school, the prophecy black dog, manuscript etc) but i think both collections (bc anthology is not an album) suffer because they came out connected to a much superior more cohesive work, and both almost feel like rejects from the body of work that proceeded it.

[angel-eyes05]

to leave the warmest bed i've ever known

pairing: spiderwoman!reader x miguel o’hara 

summary: after miguel’s fight with miles, you confront him in his office

warnings: this whole thing is basically one big argument there’s SO much angst, implied suicide attempt, HUGE ATSV SPOILERS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE, im projecting a little in some parts of this ngl (i cried writing a certain section of this, you'll know it when you read it lmao), mentions and descriptions of blood, gore, and death

word count:  4.1k

notes: i watched the movie yesterday…and miguel is on my mind. but i remember reading this namor x reader fanfic after i watched wakanda forever of a similar idea to this and i loved it so this is HEAVILY inspired by that fic, but just make it miguel. i would link it but ngl that was so long ago and i dont remember the author. if i end up finding it again ill put it here. also, just pretend miguel has been doing this whole spider society thing for a couple of years at least, it just needs to work like that for this ik its probably not canon but just roll with it lmao. and yes the title is a taylor swift lyric im so glad you noticed (im so sorry she's in my brain rn with the eras tour)

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The anger boiled up inside your chest as you stormed your way across the lobby. Hundreds of different Spider-Man variants were scattered across the area, some more injured than the others. It sickened you sometimes. How he had so many people under his grasp and just decided to throw some of them at the walls sometimes, not caring how hard they hit the floor because they were all just ammo to him. How despite his denials of it, that’s probably what your role was to him as well. Nothing more than a bullet in his massive machine gun.

You normally tried not to think about it, how his determination towards his goal sometimes meant lack of care for others. But this time he had just gone too far. You always had a soft spot for Miles, watching closely on him whenever Miguel would let you go though scanners of all the different variants. You admired his struggle, but eventual success to taking up the previous Peter’s mantle, and always hated how Miguel talked about him. You knew there was no way Miles could’ve asked for any of this. For the pressures and struggles of being a Spider-Man, for everything causing such a strained relationship with his parents, for the death of his uncle, and for what will be the eventual death of his father. You definitely didn’t.

Ok lets do this one last time. Eh, whatever, there’s probably gonna be 50 other introductions after this one so it doesn’t really matter.

Being Earth-837’s Spider-Man has never been easy. Especially since you were bit when you were only 13 (another reason you sympathized with Miles and Gwen). Your life had followed the order of canon events to a perfect T, your older brother killed in a fight with a robber only two months after you were bit. You tried to overcome the burden of your powers by trying to live as normal of a teenage life as possible, but it was mostly in vain, having to give up multiple friendships and relationships in fear of those you love getting hurt. This was only elevated when your boyfriend Peter was murdered in the crossfire of an encounter with Doc Ock. You didn’t understand. You couldn’t. What you had done to deserve all of this. All you did was just be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You wonder sometimes what would happen if someone was in the same place you were when you got bit. If someone else went to the closed down area of that museum and ran into that spider. That stupid spider that ruined your life. Those thoughts slowly started to disappear for a bit. For a few years things were easy. Things seemed like they were finally going in your favor.

You were 25 when it happened. The last canon event. Ever since you were a little girl you hated your mother’s job. Losing nights of sleep over if she would come home or not. She always did though. She was good at her job. Too good though. Good enough to get promoted to police captain, which for who you were, was basically sealing her fate. She saved so many people that day. You were too busy fighting Venom to notice how much collateral damage you were causing in the process. Your mother’s job was to evacuate all the citizens away from the fight. She died shielding a child from incoming debris. A noble way to go. But god was it gruesome. You found her after the fight was over, two metal poles impaling her. One through her stomach and one straight through her face, pools of blood growing bigger below her as she was left there, all the paramedics busy trying to save the heavily injured. You froze when you finally recognized her, unable to at first due to how mutilated her face was from the pole. Suddenly, you were transported back to being a six year old, falling asleep outside the door to your mother’s bedroom so you would know exactly when she would come home. Purposefully falling asleep in her arms so that she couldn’t go anywhere.

When you used the key she had given you to get into her apartment that night, and you slept in her room, desperate to intake anything left of her before she was fully gone. You doused yourself in her perfume so it still felt like she was standing right behind you. You had always loved her smell. The smell of vanilla, curl product, and fancy perfume. They were attached to memories you had of her. Trying on her heels when you were a kid to try and be fancy like her. Smelling her hair in the morning before school to comfort you before she left for work. Despite all of this bringing you comfort, all it really did was cause further denial in your heart. That one day you were gonna hear the keys clacking in the keyhole to your apartment one more time. That’s all you really wanted. You would give everything up in a heartbeat just to hear her police scanner go off one last time. But it wasn’t going to. And it was your fault. Deep down you knew it was. You should’ve done a better job controlling the debris. You had always been a messy fighter, but you didn’t know it was going to mean anything until it was too late. 

How you got up to the top of that building is still a blur to you to this day. But next thing you know, you were looking at the New York City skyline from the very top of the Empire State Building. And at the very edge too. You heard some sounds behind you, but you just decided it was the wind howling from how high up you were. You were just so tired. Everything and everyone you loved was cursed all because of you. And with your mother as the most recent victim, you decided you finally had enough. You took a deep breath, eyes overflowed with water, as you set your foot forward.

Your plummet was interrupted by a sudden contact you felt to your forearm. Shock filled your body as you turned around to look at what had stopped your attempt. The blue hand was massive, nearly wrapping back around onto itself as it held onto you for dear life. You finally looked up at face that the hand belonged to. The mask that covered the massive figure was a strange one. Blue with strange red silhouettes for the eyes. It kind of reminded you of…your own costume? That couldn’t be though there was no way. This must be the afterlife or something. You already jumped and that's why you didn’t remember your way up to the top. This was some kind of creature trying to stop you from jumping down to hell below. His breaths were heavy and loud, almost like he was desperate to stop you. This convinced you that this was real, which caused you to try to escape from his grip. He was stronger than you, and was putting up a huge fight. You were slick though. Once you were out of his hand, you closed your eyes and quickly made your jump. Everything flashed before your eyes. Your brother, Peter, your mom. You were hoping to see them soon. This was very quickly interrupted again when you suddenly stopped falling. Something had attached itself to your stomach. You opened your eyes. A web? This web was much different than yours though. It was glowing a bright, neon orange.

The man was holding onto the end of it tightly with both hands. His mask then disappeared to show his face. His was long, matching how big the rest of his body was, defined cheek bones sticking out. Brown wavy hair slicked back with a few loose strands flying out in the wind. The look of desperation on his face stook out most of all. Why did he care so much? He didn’t know you, and you definitely didn’t know him. “Let me pull you up. Please,” he said to you between shaky pants. You stared at him for a bit before nodding. He slowly pulled you up with the string of his web, each move more careful than the last. As soon as your feet were planted safely back on the roof of the building, he wrapped you up in his massive arms. You appreciated the gesture, but you didn’t return it, still very confused about why he was so concerned. He was so big around your body though, you couldn’t help but feel a little comforted, feeling his still shaky breaths against the hairs of your neck. Soon after, he clicked on some buttons on his neon orange watch and led you into a portal.

The rest is history. You’re grateful he found you that day. It allowed you to meet so many people, Peter B., Jess, Gwen, Hobie, Ben, Pavitr, Margo. They all related to you and you felt like you could share things with them that you couldn’t do with anyone else. You had grown especially close to Peter and Jess, both of them having been in the game for a long time, just like you. They both knew how you felt, having lost so much and growing so tired after so many years. Peter even named you as Mayday’s godmother when she was born, a gesture that caused you to nearly kill him with your hug. Miguel though was different. He wasn’t nearly as social as the rest of your friends, but you found yourself having much more intimate moments with him (in more ways then one). You eventually found out why Miguel was so concerned for you the day you met. He had taken interest in your abilities early into looking for variants for his little “project”, but refrained from roping you into something so dangerous while you were still in your teens.

Once you were old enough though, he started paying more and more attention, hoping to catch you in a fight and recruit you then. But he was always pulled away with more important duties to attend to. That was until he witnessed your canon event. He had seen it happen so many times before through his scanners. It was going to happen. It had to in order for your universe to not collapse in on itself. But for some reason, yours hurt more than the rest to him. Especially how you coped with it. Seeing you wrap yourself up in her blankets and clothes broke his heart. He knew where this would lead to. That’s why he was there that day. To save you. He had to, or he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. You got your own watch immediately, along with your own room in the Spider Society headquarters. He stayed close with you for the first month of you being a member of the team. When he wasn’t out on missions, he was with you. You didn’t really know what to label you two as, but whatever was going on, you liked it. And he did too.

That is until Miles came into the picture. Once Miles was bit, all hell broke loose for Miguel. He was always in some alternate dimension catching some Spider-Man villain who got out and rangled them back over here, falling back over to you more beat up and bruised than the last time. You couldn’t imagine how much stress he was under, the fate of the entire multiverse up to him. You had some ways of helping him relieve his stress, but you wish you could convince him that he wasn’t alone in this. But nothing ever got through to him. He had become distant, aloof even. You tried bringing it up to Jess every so often, but she would just brush it off.

“That’s how he’s always been.” Not to you he hasn’t. This week has been hell though. With Spot making it over to Miles, Miguel had been going into rages all week. You had put up with it for now, but that was all about to stop. Watching how harsh he was being on Miles, throwing so many Spider-Men at an innocent boy, risking all of their lives in the process. Disregarding everything Gwen and Peter were feeling and then throwing Gwen back into her broken world with nothing. He had gone too far. No one else was going to stand up to him about it, so you knew it had to be you. Maybe he would listen, maybe he wouldn’t. It didn’t really matter. He just needed to hear it.

“It’s not worth it you know.” The voice snapped you out of your thoughts, stopping you in your tracks. “You know how stubborn he gets over these things,” said Jess, trying to convince you to save your breath. “I don’t care. I have to at least try,” you responded, monotonically. “I just don’t understand how you can follow him so blindly and not see what he’s doing is wrong.” “Because he isn’t wrong. I don’t know about you, but I’m not just gonna stand by and let some kid’s stupid decisions destroy another Earth,” Jess argued. “He’s just trying to save his dad, I can’t understand how that makes him such a bad person,” you said, finally turning around to face her, shocked when she was closer to you than expected.

“You know exactly why. Don’t be so naive, y/n,” she shot back. “You can’t stop me,” you said staring straight into her. She shrugged. “Then I can’t help you.” She began to walk away. You did to, until you heard her say. “You don’t know how much he cares for you.” You turned around to face her again, but her back was still to you, her head tilted ever so slightly to look at you. “If you really do care for the kid, watch what you say to Miguel right now. Cause you might just give him the final push he needs to do what needs to be done.” You didn’t give her a response, and just simply kept walking. You felt Jess’ eyes on your back as you entered the elevator to get up to Miguel’s office.

The elevator ride up felt longer than it should’ve, as you tried to gather all of your thoughts and emotions together so even if he didn’t listen, your words would still stick with him in some way. You didn’t necessarily want to hurt him (though your fists were telling you otherwise), but you did want him to be aware of what he’s done. Once the doors finally opened, all of that work flew out the window as rage took over your body again, seeing Miguel up there looking at the scanners. The fact that he looked just as normal as he always does made you furious. It’s like nothing happened.

“You know, I could hear you coming in from the lobby,” he said, almost stopping you in your tracks. You hated when he did that. Claiming that he knew what your every move was going to be. Like you were under his control or something. “Yeah, well then you must’ve heard me talking to Jess, which means you know exactly what this is about,” you shot back, stopping to where you could see him perched up there. “Why don’t you just save me the conversation about morality and just come up here and kick my ass already. It’ll save both of us time,” he said, not even taking his eyes off the scanners to look down at you. This only added to your fury. “That’s not what I’m here for Miguel, so don’t you dare try to twist my words here. What you did to that kid was fucked up and you know it.” “Oh yeah, then why didn’t you try to do anything to stop me?” he questioned.

“Because I’m not stupid Miguel. I’m not gonna try to take down hundreds of Spider-Men at once.” “Oh, cause you’re so much better than that?” This wasn’t like him at all. That gentle, kind, and caring Miguel you once knew was gone, taken over by some sort of personal vendetta he had against Miles. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but this all needs to stop before it gets taken too far. You’re getting into a fight you can’t win. That kid’s strong and so are his allies. And if you go any further into this, I won’t be here to help you.” He stayed still and only turned his head to look at you. “And what makes you think that you’re so important to my plan that it’ll fall apart if you leave? Have you really become that pretentious?”

Your body froze. Have I really? No no no, that’s exactly what he wants. If you begin to doubt yourself now, you’ll stay and nothing will change. You knew you were right. He was trying to crumble you down, but you wouldn’t let that happen. “And you really think that one kid is going to ruin something that you’ve been working for for years? How insecure you’ve become.” “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, turning back away from you. You did the same, wiping off your face in anger. “I hate it when you do tha-,” you said as you turned back around, but were cut off to find Miguel standing there right in front of you. He was close. Too close to your liking, although in any other circumstance you would’ve found this attractive.

He tilted his head up, but his eyes were down staring daggers into yours. You hated how much he tried to make himself seem more superior to you. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he repeated, this time slower as if you were a child. “He’s just a kid Miguel,” you said in a low, quiet voice. “An anomaly. And a dangerous one at that.” “God Miguel, all he wants to do is protect his dad, do you know how insane you sound right now?” you said letting out a slight laugh when you finished. You backed away from him a little. “He doesn’t know how much damage he’ll do with this. Saving his father will only prolong the inevitable. His world will be gone within hours if he does this. All I’m trying to do is make him understand,” he tried to explain. “By trying to kill him.” “You always have to exaggerate the situation,” he said palming his face. “But that’s essentially what you’re trying to do isn’t it? Why not snuff out the problem entirely by taking him out!”

He signed and began to walk away while you were talking, bringing up your anger even more. “Yeah, use all the power you’ve accumulated over the years and just take out the small problem! Except this isn’t just a fly on the wall Miguel. This is a child! An innocent boy who didn’t ask for any of this to happen to him, just like how we didn’t. I get it, I’m sorry that this job is stressful, I really am. But that gives you zero right to act the way you are!” You were screaming at him at this point. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want your emotions to get the best of you. But he was being too stubborn. This was the only way you thought you could get to him. You might not have wanted to, but you needed to hurt him now. It was the only way.

“You can’t be so power blind that you refused to accept the fact that there could be a way around Captain Davis’ death. You said we saved Earth’s before, I’m sure we could do it again.” Your anger only kept rising when he kept walking away and didn’t respond. “This is a personal thing isn’t it?” you asked calmly. You knew it was working now when he stopped walking. “Yeah, it it. You won’t let Miles get his happy ending. Because why should he be pardoned of his burden while the rest of us have suffered so much. While you’ve suffered so much.” The answer to your question was confirmed when Miguel stayed silent. “Just because you didn’t get the life you wanted Miguel, doesn’t mean you have the right to stop other people from getting theirs.”

You knew you overstepped the line when Miguel turned around and started walking towards you, fury burning in his crimson eyes. “Yeah, so what! What if that is what this is all about! You should know better than anyone how much this job takes away from you!” he screamed at you, backing you up into a wall. “Why should he get to be let off so easily, while people like you and me have to suffer so much? Don’t try to turn me into the villain here when I know you’re thinking the exact same thing, y/n.” He wasn’t entirely wrong. You had wondered it at some points. “I won’t let you turn this onto me Miguel, this is about you,” you fired back. “Oh no, you’re not getting off that easily. I know you’re thinking it. And you’re right. Why should Miles get let off so easily when you’ve lost so much.” He held your hands in his, trying to connect to you. “And you have mi vida. You’ve had so much taken from you and it’s unfair. Why should he only have lost one person when you’ve had three taken from you. Your brother, Peter, your moth-.”

He was cut off by your hand striking against his face in a harsh blow. “If you’re smart, and I know you are, you’ll keep those three out of them. I won’t let you drag their names through the dirt for something as stupid as this.” You both stood there for a while, both of your eyes looking towards the ground, hoping it would open up to swallow you both as an escape from this god awful conversation. You never wanted it to come to this. In all honesty, you cared for Miguel. You might’ve even loved him, if you were even capable of doing such a thing. You hoped he felt the same way about you, but in a job like this, he always had at least one wall up around you. It just wasn’t worth it anymore. You were too tired to keep trying for something that was most likely going to fall apart in the end. 

“You’re still going after him aren’t you?” you asked, finally breaking the silence. Miguel looked back up at you. “You can’t ask me not to. You know better than anyone why this is so important to me.” He moved his hand up to cup your cheek and kissed your forehead gently. You let it sit there for a minute out of habit before pushing it off your face. “And you must know why I can’t stay anymore then.” His shoulders dropped. “Whatever this thing between us is. It’s over. I can’t stay beside someone who can’t see what he’s doing is wrong.” Miguel’s dropped hand turned into a fist of anger. “Fine,” he spat in your face. “I don’t need someone like you in my way. You’re just a liability to this anyways.” He began to walk away from you back to his scanners. “Just don’t come crying back over to me when your little plan doesn’t work out, cause I won’t help you.” He used his webs to pull himself back up to the platform to keep looking for Miles. You stood there for a second, gathering yourself.

Five years. Out the door just like that. It bewildered you how easily a bond like you two had could be broken all because of one teenager. You began to make your way for the door before you said. “When this is all over…don’t try to find me.” He didn’t respond. Once the elevator doors opened, you rushed inside, desperate to get away from him. So many thoughts rushed through your head as the doors closed and you sunk down back to the lobby to leave. You didn’t have much of a plan. This could end up being a horrible idea. Your gut told you it was the right thing to do though. And that was enough for you. You walked out of the headquarters lobby with a new heart and a new mind, ready to take action for your new plan.

First though, you had to find Gwen.

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a/n: god that took longer than it should've. dw dw i'll do a part 2 if enough people ask for one. im not 100% sure how im gonna do a part 2 cause yk....idk how beyond the spiderverse is gonna go so tbh, we're just gonna make it go the way i want lmao. thanks for reading, ik this was kind of a long one lmao

NEXT CHAPTER

[bellawoso]

Delicate

Aitana Bonmati x fem!reader

kinda short, and a one time take on angst as i conclude i should stick to writing fluff 🤍🥲

With everything that had recently happened in Aitana’s life; the ballon d’or, champions league and the World Cup, you couldn’t blame her teammates and captain for wanting to try reduce the stress in her life.

Stress being relationships. Most players knew that if you were as popular as Aitana, balancing a relationship on top of all of the media and press you have to do, is not the best idea.

Even though Aitana is now 26, many of her teammates still view her as one of the children on the team, possibly due to her sweet and loving nature, but also her lack of relationships had left the midfielder a bit naive, many of her older teammates wanted to protect her in a way.

So when they heard about you, after Aitana let it slip she had a girlfriend, her teammates were quick to interrogate her about you.

They learnt that you were a paramedic, who had moved from London, but that at team bonding nights you had never crossed paths with her teammates as you had coincidentally had a sudden call, her teammates learnt these sudden calls happened quite a lot.

And although Aitana spoke about you with love and devotion, her teammates failed to notice this as they were blinded with the information suggesting you were added stress for Aitana, constantly leaving, and then coming back late during the night, sometimes you didn’t return at all and went back to your own apartment.

They didn’t realise that Aitana didn’t mind this, as the Spaniard herself was also usually not home once or twice a week for away matches.

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At the next team bonding night, Aitana asked everyone if she could bring you, the Spaniard mainly asked to be polite, but in her mind she couldn’t imagine any of her teammates saying no, she thought they would be excited to meet you as she often spoke now about how serious the two of yours relationship was.

However, the brunette was immediately met with awkward glances and half hearted, silly excuses of why it would be better for you to not come.

The ballon d’or winner was hurt, she noticed her teammate’s unjust dislike for you, which left her conflicted, this combined with her previous fatigued and stressed state, made her patience run thin.

Therefore when she returned home, and you excitedly asked her how her day was, she was quick to snap “fine” at you.

You immediately knew something was wrong with your usually very affectionate girlfriend, who had a habit of smothering you in kisses the moment she stepped through the door.

“Tana? Is everything okay, what happened?” You questioned her, whilst resting a hand on her arm, rubbing small comforting circles on her forearm with your thumb.

When Aitana suddenly shrugged your hand off and pushed past you whilst muttering “Just leave me alone, do not bother me anymore.” you knew that it was really upsetting her if she didn’t even want to talk to you about it.

You and the midfielder hadn’t had an argument yet, so this hurt you as you knew you hadn’t done anything to deserve Aitana’s cold demeanour, which should be used on whoever upset her.

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You didn’t see Aitana after that, she left the house without a goodbye when you got in the shower.

Until at around 5pm, you suddenly get a call to head to the bridge over the river where a car accident had taken place. Most of the paramedics in your area had been sent to a warehouse fire where many workers were injured, leaving not many to attend other scenes, hence why you and your partner, Carlos had been called in.

You were ready and at the station by 5:30, and quickly got in the drivers seat, with Carlos in the passenger seat, as you made your way there you ranted to him about Aitana’s rudeness, and he was quick to back you up, but also try ease your worries witch an explanation of the Spaniard just being stressed.

When you got to the car crash on the bridge, and saw the upside down car about to fall off the bridge, you quickly ran over and cut the man’s seatbelt, allowing Carlos to tug him out.

However as the car began to slip, you were unluckily unable to climb out of the car in time, leaving you in the car as it plummeted into the river.

You must have hit your head, knocking you unconscious, as soon your awake gasping for air at the side of the river, Carlos had been quick to jump in after you and pull you out of the water.

Blood tricked down the side of your head, as you reached up to touch it, a sharp pain came from the cut making you wince and look down at your hand to see blood coating your fingers.

Your breathing still hasn’t returned to normal, and it turned out Carlos had called another paramedic to take care of the man, as he supported you back to the ambulance on the road.

“You terrified me there Y/N, you were under there for 4 minutes, I thought I lost you” Carlos said, as he strapped you onto the bed in the back of the ambulance.

“I’m sorry” you could only whisper, your voice hoarse from your frantic breathing earlier.

“Don’t be sorry, it was no one’s fault, can I call her?”

Her being Aitana, and truthfully you didn’t want to go to hospital, you just wanted to go home and crawl into your girlfriends arms, but you couldn’t as yet again she had gone to another team bonding night that she promised you could go to, but instead never brought up again.

You were annoyed with her, you wanted to get to know her teammates, they were like a second family to her, and you wanted to be apart off your girlfriends personal life, not kept separate all of the time.

When you arrived at the hospital, they were quick to stitch up the cut above your eyebrow, and hooked you up to many machines measuring your heart rate and oxygen levels.

You told Carlos not to ring Aitana, her previous words of “Do not bother me” were still fresh in the back of your mind.

At first Carlos listened, but seeing how anxious and distressed you looked on the hospital bed, made him question your words, and secretly called the Spaniard.

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When Aitana arrived at team bonding, she had gone to sit down and enjoy the movie in peace, except the quiet didn’t relax her, instead it gave her time to think and reflect on the harsh things she said to you.

She knew she needed to apologise straight away, so she quickly excused herself to call you, as you should be still awake.

On her 4th attempt at ringing you, with no luck as it went straight to voicemail again, she was worried, even when in the job, you always answered your phone.

When she returned back to the living room to sit down, the team noticed her nervous state, with her leg bouncing up and down, while she twisted the rings covering her fingers.

“Aita? What’s wrong?” Alexia asked softly.

“Y/N, she’s not answering any of my calls, I was awful to her before I left, I just want to apologise, but now I’m worried about her.”

“Aita, is she really the right one for you? She is probably ignoring you out of spite! So that you leave us and go to her instead.” Alexia added.

“What are you talking about? She would never do that, I know my girlfriend, you’ve never even met her” Aitana glared at her captain.

“I don’t think we want to, with everything we’ve heard, she seems too stressful, always leaving for her work” Patri argued.

With a scowl, Aitana’s protective side shone through, an urge to defend you from the rude words of her teammates, who were completely misjudging you.

“No, that is only once every few weeks, I leave her more often for away games than she leaves me, and she helps me with my stress! Honestly, I don’t see why you all hate her, I thought you would like her after seeing everything she does for me-”

Aitana’s rant was cut off my her phone ringing, her eyes lit up with relief thinking it would be you ringing her back.

The worry was soon to return after seeing the caller id: Carlos.

She knew something was wrong if your partner who she had only met a few times was calling her.

As soon as he told her what had happened, Aitana’s breathing was quick to become irregular, worrying her surrounding teammates.

When she hung up the phone, she immediately asked Ingrid, the only person who hadn’t judged you, to take her to the hospital. Ingrid and Mapi had picked up Aitana, who would have normally asked you to drop her off, except she didn’t want to see your happy face at the time, whilst harbouring the knowledge that none of her teammates were as eager to meet you as you were to meet them.

“Hey, Aitana can you tell me what’s happened first?” Ingrid softly asked her.

“It’s Y/N, she was called to a car crash, but the car fell in the river with her still inside, and she was under for 4 minutes, she’s at the hospital now” Aitana said whilst rushing to the door.

Knowing this, and seeing Aitana’s reaction, the team suddenly realised just how much Aitana cared for you, and were quick to internally scold themselves for hating someone who made Aitana so happy.

Ingrid led Aitana to her car, with Alexia and Mapi rushing in too, insisting they wanted to meet you as soon as possible, much to Aitana’s disapproval, knowing you would likely be tired and want to go home.

When they arrived at the hospital, Aitana ran to the front desk, letting the nurse lead them to your room, but as soon as the brunette laid eyes on you, bile rose to her mouth.

You had fallen asleep, not knowing Aitana was coming, you were so pale and vulnerable, at seeing all of the wires and needles hooking you to the many machines monitoring you, Aitana panicked.

Alexia noticed this and led the midfielder to the seat next to your bed, however this was a bad choice as it gave Aitana a clear view of the large cut across the side of your head, she reached over to softly trace the cut, but was awoken from her daze as your eyes fluttered open, and winced upon feeling her fingers softly running over the cut.

“Amor? How are you feeling? I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier” Aitana whispered softly, whilst running her fingers through your hair.

“Please don’t apologise love, it was no one’s fault.” You echoed Carlos’ words from earlier.

“If your feeling better, would you please come to our next movie night, bebe?” Aitana asked, which brought a smile to your face, which made Aitana’s heart swell but also ache at the same time, by seeing you so excited for her doing the minimum by letting you meet her friends.

“I would like that Tana, thankyou”

“Please don’t thank me, it’s the least I can do for you amor, I’m just so happy your okay, I was so worried”

“Hey Tana it’s okay honestly, your stressed and I understand that, the media expects a lot from you amor”

At this Aitana kisses your forehead and asks “can I tell the world of us?”

You smiled and nodded your head, happy that your relationship was now no longer a secret from the world.

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aitanabonmati

liked by yourinstagram, janafernandez3, and 78,609 others

the last few months with you have been amazing mi amor, i have treasured every second ❤️

tagged @yourusername

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@yourusername: not carlos photobombing us in the last photo 😭, love you baby ❤️

@alexiaputellas: guapaaa 🤍

@ingridengen: cutest couple!!

@user1: HARD LAUNCH?!

@user2: THEY ARE SO CUTE WTF

@user3: do they do double dates with Mapi and Ingrid? 🫠

[russellsppttemplates]

Uh oh, I'm falling in love (Lando Norris)

Y/N and Lando both have jobs that require good sight and attention to detail and yet they're oblivious to their feelings for eachother

Note: english is not my first language. I'm in a very fluffy mood, so I got really excited when I got this request! This also makes my expectations even higher and calls me single in about seventeen different languages at once...

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: mentions a needle (for sewing)

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"Hey guys! How's everyone?", Max said to the camera as you made sure the set up was right, the screen showing his and Lando's faces on one screen and the table on the other like it was supposed to.

"As per your many, many requests, we have brought our graphic designer at Quadrant, Y/N", Lando announced as you appeared on camera, sending a very awkward first wave to the camera, "today's stream is little different than our usual programming, but it was the only way she agreed to be in one! You guys really wanted to see her, so we had to be creative!", Max said as he moved the friendship bracelets making kit into view on the table.

"Hey, Queen Taylor said we should make the friendship bracelets, so we're just following her!", you chuckled, looking at all the coloured threads and colourful beads, sorting them out and grabbing a pen and paper so you could draw your ideas.

"Since you guys wanted to get to know Y/N, can I tell them to send in questions?", Lando questioned you, "sure, I'll answer them to the best of mu ability", you smiled.

You were picking the letters you needed for the bracelet you were making when Max spoke up, "first one: how did you start working with Quadrant? I'd love to work on the team when I finish my degree!".

"I saw the job offer, and I must admit at first I didn't really know much about the company. I looked it up, looked cool enough and I sent my CV and portfolio in. So keep your eyes peeled for any offers, I guess? We have them now on the website, which was my doing, so you can check them out there if you want to be part of the team", you offered.

"I need help, guys", Lando said as he fiddled with his bracelet, the orange and grey beads with his initials sliding on the elasticated material, I can't do the closing knot on my own", he pouted as you placed your bracelet down.

"You have to flip it like this, here. Just put it on your wrist and I'll do the rest", you ushered him, your fingertips gingerly touching his hand and wrist as you quietly laced it, "this way we don't get frilly bits out and it looks pretty, see? Pretty!", you smiled, modelling his wrist for the camera.

Pretty, that's what he often thought about you. Not only pretty, but it was one of the first physical traits that came to mind.

"We should all have matching ones!", Max said as he completed his bracelet, impressively on his own, revealing the colourful beads with Quadrant spelled in white round beads with black letters, "I'll make one for each of you", he said as he watched you show your own, pink beads and a lyric he assumed was from a Taylor Swift song.

"I'll make Y/N's, she helped me after all", Lando said as one brave fan sent a comment into the chat.

He's so giddy to make Y/N a bracelet, it's a shame it will snap because of his lack of skills

Am I delusional if I say that they'd make a great couple?

If you're delusional, then what do I call myself? I still think they're making heart eyes at eachother whenever they catch the slightest glimpse!

We're joining forces, I think it's a noble pursuit!

He's a dork, Y/N, but you should give him a chance

Have you always known you wanted to be a graphic designer?

"I thought about different careers before I settled on this one, for now at least", you explained, "engineering was in the running up, but then I figured out that I was curious about how things worked, but that didn't mean that I wanted to be the one working on it. And this was a way to express my creativity, my strategy planning as well, and at the moment it's been quite good", you smiled as Lando grabbed your wrist softly, "I need to make sure this fits", he interrupted, "and it won't snap because I've learnt how to do it, thank you very much", he blushed. So he, too, was reading the comments, choosing not to dwell in them.

"Look, this way you always have a lucky charm with you everywhere you go, even if we're not together. We're eachothers lucky charms!", Lando announced as Max mafe a fake gagging noise.

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"Are you all ready?", you said as you and Tara walked inside the room, clasping your watch on your wrist and hoping to find the boys ready.

Quadrant had been invited to a gala dinner that celebrated the companies in the same line of business, inviting five people to take part in the meal. After some team members politely declining the invitation since they had things booked already, the group ended up being Lando, Max, Callum, Tara and yourself.

The dress required everyone to up their usual style, hence the long dress you were wearing. Even though it was far from your usual everyday attire, you felt beautiful in the dress you ended up with after browsing the online shops for a while. The cut was simple, the skirt widening from your waist down and complimenting your curves as the sheen from the midnight blue fabric looked soft and sweet against your skin.

Lando seemed to think the same, trying his best to not let his mouth hang open when you and Tara walked inside their room, heels clicking on the wooden floor as you hurried them, "does it really take that long to put on a suit? I had to help Tara with the laces on her back and we still got ready faster than the three of you?", you asked, shaking your wrist to check if the dainty watch wasn't going to fall and that it wasn't too tight either.

Looking up to meet Lando's eyes, you were sure you physically and audibly gulped. No one should look that good in a plain white shirt. The cuffs were still unbuttoned, but the shirt itself was tucked in his black pants. He didn't have any jewellery, so his tanned skin caught your eye as it contrasted with his clothes.

"Lando has a problem with his shirt and we are trying to solve it", Max said, a little bit too antsy given that, at the naked eye, there didn't seem to be a big issue with the piece of clothing you had been inspecting quite closely.

"There was a loose button, and I tried to fix it, but I made it worse", Lando said as he pointed to the button on his hand, the slight movement showing you the place where it was supposed to he holding the piece together and closed.

"Three people in this room and no one thought about grabbing the sewing kit from the amenities?", Tara suggested, looking for it in the box that was the same as it was in your room, "see? Simple as that! Can you sew it, Y/N? My hand isn't fully healed yet, I can't quite grasp something that small yet".

Tara had injured herself earlier on in the week, prompting her to ask to tag out of the gala until you pleaded her to go so you wouldn't be alone, so she couldn't do it. None of the other guys seemed to even know how to pull the thread through the needle, so you grabbed the kit from Tara's hand, "sure, I'll do it", you said, "if that's okay with you, that is", you looked over at Lando.

"Sure, anything to solve this. Do I keep it on or should I take it off?", he questioned, wanting to slap himself straight after at his offer. Why would he volunteer to be shirtless in front of you? It certainly wasn't the way to go, shoving himself like that.

"On should be fine", you muttered, missing the snickers going on behind you as you wet the thread with your tongue, careful to not transfer any of the lipstick on it and ruining the piece without point of return for good, easily looping it through and adjusting the size of the ends.

"Button", you put your hand out so Lando could place it in your fingers, "I will do my best not to poke you, let me know if I do so accidentally", you mumbled at the closeness to him you found yourself in. It was the third button from the top, and as much as you loved the sight of the shirt slightly undone, the dinner required his shirt to be done up. Looping the thread on the button a few times, you moved to pierce the crisp white fabric so it would be secure, your hands dangerously close to his skin as you could hear his laboured breath. Lando still remembered and thought constantly about your fingers touching his hand and wrist when you did the friendship bracelets video for the YouTube channel, and right now, it only added to his predicament.

"It's done, all good!", you exclaimed, looking up as you cut the thread and seeing Lando's eyes on you. The intensity nearly threw you off of your balance as you stood the tiniest bit crouched down on your high heels.

Scrambling to further the distance between your bodies, you smoothed out the non existent wrinkles on your dress, storing the supplies back in the kit as Lando managed to utter out a thank you, too stunned and intoxicated by your scent to say anything else.

"I sewed a button as neither of you look any more ready that you were when we got here? We're going to be late!", you hurried, sitting next to Tara and ignoring her smirk as you scrolled through your phone.

.

"That shoot will have to wait since Lando won't be back here soon, then", you said, moving things around in the online shared calendar, "when did you say you could again? I'm sorry", you asked, rubbing your forehead and squeezing your eyes, adjusting your glasses and looking at him through the screen.

"The first weekend of the next month", Lando assured, "are you okay, Y/N?", he asked. The bags under your eyes didn't fool anyone and you looked tired. And sick, he guessed by the layers of clothing you had on.

"I had a pretty shit day, actually", you admitted, "I had to go with the guys from storage because there was an issue. The supplier sent the samples and we wanted to get things moving so I could have some ideas for the description and the social media team also wanted to prep the draft for the whole story telling, but it all went under. I also think I caught some bug, so it's been a fun day", you exaggeratingly smiled, mocking your own misery.

"You look like you need a hug, Y/N. Do you need a hug?", Lando asked as you nodded, "Actually, that would be pretty good, but I live alone. The neighbours would think I'm pretty weird if I went around like this asking for one, too", you reasoned.

Even though he wasn't next to you, Lando still managed to pull a smile out of you as he got up from the chair he was sitting in, hugging his laptop, "did you feel that hug?", he loudly wondered, "it's full of Get well soon fairy dust!", he smiled charmingly.

"Fairy dust, mate?", Callum wondered, reminding you of his presence in the videocall, "you try and spend more than a few hours with a little girl and you let me know. Mila has taught me all about fairy dust and princess magic", Lando added.

.

"How will we get out of here?", you wondered, starting to regret joining Lando, Max and Pietra when they said they were going to watch a football game. You loved the sport and you figured it would be a nice distraction after a work loaded week, but now, things were looking less than a distraction.

"We will let them space out once the game finishes, free up the roads as well because getting out of here will be a pain, too", Lando suggested.

The game granted your team a win and three points in the championship, the crowd going wild as they clapped, whistled and waved their scarfs, slowly leaving the stadium.

"Should we make a run for it now?", Pietra said, holding her boyfriend's hand as she allowed him to pull her away.

You followed Lando, thanking his choice of a colourful hoodie to wear today as it made it easier for you to spot him, "go in front of me, I'll back you up", he switched positions. You weren't having too much trouble until you were met with a ramp, people carelessly shoving others as they tried to leave as quick as they could, all with the same intent of avoiding traffic and crowded roads.

"Here, Y/N", you heard Lando as he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers in his and pulling you along, excusing you two as you approached Max and Pietra again, "we're here", you tapped the blonde woman's shoulder with your free hand.

"Goodness, that was and adventure", she said once you reached the stadium car park, the crowd clearing up significantly as there was maybe another ten people headed the same way as you were now, "is everyone alright? I think someone stepped on my foot quite a few times, or many people stepped on it at various different times", you reasoned, walking alongside Lando still.

"Don't we need to hand the bracelets back?", Max said as he looked at the sign, taking his bracelet off and depositing it in the box in the booth, Pietra doing the same as you seemed distracted.

"Are you okay, Y/N?", Max asked, seeing you and Lando were still holding hands and, because of that, not taking off your bracelets.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?", you scrunched your eyebrows, "we need to hand the bracelets back in, so I kind of need to have yours, too", he teased, looking at your hand still entwined with Lando's.

Removing your hand from Lando's as if it har started burning all of a sudden, you removed the bracelet, apologising quietly to the stadium employee as you thanked him, "shall we go now?".

"Dinner out?", Lando gulped, getting into the driver's seat, "Good idea, yes", Max added, sitting in the passenger's seat as you and Pietra sat in the back, your hand rubbing your other hand that had been laced with Lando's own one for a long time. Uh oh, you were falling in love.

.

The launch was finally over after an amazing response from the fans, leaving your heart happy and warm with a sense of mission accomplished.

"Is everything packed into the van?", you asked Tara, "yes, it's just this box. It has fragile things, so do you think you guys can take it in the car with you? It probably only fits at the front, so you'll have to squeeze in with the boys on the back", she smiled apologetically, "it's fine, we'll keep eachother warm like penguins do", you chuckled, holding the door open as she set the box safely.

Saying goodbye to her and the rest of the team, Max and Lando joined you, "You sit in the middle seat", Max pointed at you, opening the door ao you could scoot closer to Lando and he could get in.

"Could you tell me how long we have until get back?", Lando asked the driver, "with traffic at this hour, I'd say around 90 minutes", he smiled, turning on the blinker so he could leave the car park.

"Plenty of time for me to catch up on sleep, then!", you cheered, making yourself comfortable in the space you had, folding your scarf into an impromptu travel pillow, closing your eyes.

"Are you a snorer?", Max asked, making you blindly swat his thigh, "only when I'm sick, and lucky for you, I'm in presteen health, no blocked nose", you grumbled.

It didn't take you long to fall asleep. In the last week, all of the nights combined, you probably slept less than thirty hours, so your body was indeed in need of rest.

"And there it goes", Max said as your pillow undid itself, Lando lifting his shoulder in reflex so your head wouldn't drop drastically, landing on top of him, "Good thing she isn't our engineer, hm?", he chuckled, looking at how his bestfriend was looking at you like you hung the stars and the moon.

"I think I'm in love with Y/N", Lando whispered after he took your appearance in. You had forgone wearing make-up today, so he could see all your moles and scars, your pouty lips and the darkened skin under your eyes. It took everything in him to not bend down and kiss your forehead.

"Congrats on being the last one to find out, mate", Max added, shaking his head, "I genuinely thought you had some issue processing information, I'm glad to find out you don't.

"Now you just have to act on it, which is going to take you, what? Two, three more months?".

[tiyoin]

Twisted anxiety reader in a singing contest show (MHAHAMHAHAH) It would be a reason why she was singing in the woods.

✨ imagine✨

MC is feeling useless and unhelpful and just wants to pull their weight in supporting the dorm and stuff. Just overall trying to be more useful to Yuu.

So she overhears smth about a anonymous singing contest and the winner will get $5000 which for mc, Yuu and Grimm that's a lot of money. And 2nd and 3rd also has cash prizes. I think she goes for 2nd place ,so she has the money of 1st without the popularity of 1st. So she puts her fears to the side (🤨no she doesn't) to help her friend and cat.

I see this contest being an online voting type thing. Also celebs 😉 do go on the show to help promote it, to judge them and what ever else they do.

In the show they give the contestants a "wish"/ charm that can help them with their performance (enter ✨shimmers✨ & instruments magic that was talked about). It what makes the show popular

Now we give MC song/writing abilities. She honestly has a diary of kind. She needs it.( Torture her bout it later😈)

Now I'm sure we wondering how does this come into play

THEY THINK THE SONGS ARE ABOUT THEM

They'll all find a way to connect the songs to themselves. If songs says an eye color or hair color the characters with said color goes crazy about it.

Enchanted by Taylor Swift is one that comes to mind as a song that everyone relates to.

Rook/ jade would send clips of MC singing on the show and "THIS IS THE VOICE I HEARD"

I have so many sub-plots for twisted singer reader.

Also I'm really glad to like hearing things like this. I was really nervous to send the asks.

More to come along at one point or another ☺️☺️

i immediately thought of “ivory skin and eyes of emerald green” from jolene and rook just going:

shout out to @/a-twistedheartslonging because i WILL NOT stop using this cute little rook meme they made fldkaldkakwkdkxkakdkfhx

OH MY GOD READER IS SO NERVY AND SCARED AND THINKING SOOO MUCH ABOUT THIS SINGING COMPETITION AHHHHH

they’re physically reacting to thinking about it. they’re nervous tics come out (that happens to me, whenever i’m suppppper nervous i start chanting and get anxiety induced tics) and yuu and grim are getting worried because nothing has happened, so why are you so anxious?

OH MY GOD HAHSHSHAH IMAGINE THE WHOLE CONTEST IS FILLED WITH INTROVERTS HAHDHAHAHAH they all get to suffer at our expense

MUWHAHAHAHSHZHHAH AHHHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAH😈😈😈

*clears throat* anyways 🙂

reader : *sings enchanted*

ALL of the guys she made eye contact with that week: …so you’re proposing?

OH MY GOD MAYBE ROOK AND JADE (for totally separate reasons) SEND IN A CLIP THEY TOOK OF Y/N SINGING AND SENDING IT TO THE SHOW BAHAHSHAHA

idk maybe there’s some super duper advanced magical technology (marvel’s equivalent of ‘quantum’) and y/n gets an invitation and they’re like????

I DIDNT EVEN DO ANYTHING YET

THE CELEBRITY ENDORSEMENT IS SOOO REAL-

ROOK BRINGING VIL TO THE FOREST WHOSE GRUMBLING ABOUT HOW HE HAS HOMEWORK AND HOW THIS’LL THROW HIS SCHEDULE OFF-

“non non! roi du poison you must come with me avec hâte!” (with haste)

and they’re crouched behind a rock for a few minutes and vil is annoyed because rook is doing rook things again and he does not have time for this. especially not today because he has to find someone to endorse for the music show he volunteered to judge.

only problem: EVERYONE SUCKS OR HAS AN UGLY PERSONALITY!! vil is disgusted by the cockiness and the greediness of these… influencers who paid their way to be on the show.

it puts a horrible taste in his mouth, especially with how shameless they are to try and win his favor. he’s not some cheap executive they can bribe to put their foot through the door, especially with their lack luster… abilities.

vil almost called it talent, but you had to be good to have that.

just as he’s about to voice his complaints and leave, rook’s grip on his shoulder stopped him from moving and the finger to his lips stopped him from breathing. vil was visibly shocked because rook never put hands on him, especially like this.

there was a snap of a twig up ahead. rook’s forest green eyes flicked to the horizon a few times, head too, urging him to look.

and he’s more than pleasantly surprised to see… you- well as much of yourself that you would allow the watchful eyes of the trees see. your ceremonial robe covering your short stature.

rook looked at vil expectingly, but vil was still confused, so what if a student was in the woods? unless it was his own this was a problem rook should bring up to the other house wardens. and it wasn’t illegal, nor against the school rules so-

then, you started singing.

he couldn’t recognize the song. but he could recognize the passion. yes you were untrained and flat in a few sections but that didn’t matter. you were good, pitchy but good.

song after song, sometimes repeating a few as you danced and bowed your heart away.

he wasn’t sure how much time passed but it was a considerable amount since the sun that once well over the trees now peeked through the canopy and was gazing longingly at the moon.

cursing, you looked around, bent down to collect the things you brought with you, and scurried away towards another entrance towards the forest.

vil was quick to react, to follow but rook stopped him. looking down at his vice house warden with an incredulous look, rook only shook his head softly. there was a reason you were alone in the woods and not in the various music clubs.

this was your little secret.

vil who WAITS for your submission so he can back you but you never submit… hm,

with a snap of his manicured fingers, rook is on it! maybe rook knows who you are, maybe he doesn’t, vil could really care less since the whole show is based off of anonymity.

(vil side eyes the influencers and other contestants who practically spell it out for the audience who they are so they can vote for them)

maybe to… put you on the right track vil has rook go to your little forest spot and place a flyer there, practically ENCOURAGING YOU TO SIGN. UP.

you think someone would get a hint right?

“huh, that’s weird… maybe i should change locations since someone else was here”

that’s it. rook’s sending in your video and you’re getting a flyer stapled to the tree saying you’re accepted. yes yes this is because of your fairy god mother’s NOW SING

vil also giving y/n some song recommendations he thinks that are good, up until he sees you gently pull out a FUCKING LOADED BOOK from your backpack filled with songs.

yes darling those are great but lol at all the nice songs he gave you! they’re in your range too!!

vil slowly finding out who you are because he heard you hum a song in the hallways that only the mysterious ‘forest nymph’ (what a ludicrous myth the students came up with) sang.

and yes he’s shocked that the ramshackle neet (ouch vil 😿) has golden pipes.

THE CHAT ROOM IS NOW INVITE ONLY TO THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE HEARD THE ELUSIVE FOREST NYMPHS SONG!!! (i’ll cook smthn better i promise)

VIL THINKING WHAT TO SEND THEM TO HELP THEM IN A CUT THORAT BATTLE ROUND AND ROOK OFF HANDEDLY COMMENTING ‘if only there were an orchestra here to play along with their beautiful singing’

ERUKIA!!

*cue golden instruments*

but in hindsight sight:

we’re gonna give her so much anxiety she’s not gonna know what to do😈 sorry pookie!! there’s no safe space at night raven college☺️🫶

[ellitlou]

♪ CHERRY CONTACT ♪ part 1

pairing modern!ellie x cousins best friend!reader

synopsis ellie, you, and your best friend clara had spent every summer together since you were ten. ellie decided not to come for four entire summers, and it was just you and clara. this summer, ellie finally comes back, and she’s different. she’s hot. your harmless, childish crush isn’t so childish anymore.

warnings ! - smut, oral sex+fingering reader receiving, ellie teasing you a lot, also my first fic so pls lmk if i should do something differently!

playlist

Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

Cherry Flavored - The Neighborhood

Ribs - Lorde

Stargazing - The Neighborhood

Stargirl Interlude - The Weeknd

you always wore the same cherry flavored lip gloss. it made your lips the perfect subtle shade of red that you just loved. plus, it tasted good.

your best friend, clara, was more of a clear lipgloss girl, but she still teased you over your obsession with the lipgloss.

it was a summer in your town, and one hot day you’d noticed you ran out of one of the tubes you had. you’d expected you’d run out soon, but unfortunately you didn’t prepare. you still searched through your makeup bag for a spare, but it was no use.

you slipped on your shoes and grabbed your keys and bag and walked towards the door. “i’m gonna go to the store!” you shouted for your mother to hear. “okay!” she shouted back.

you weren’t only going to the store for the lipgloss, of course, you needed a few other things, but the lack of the lipgloss at least got you out of bed.

as you were walking to your car, that’s when you noticed your best friends cousin had arrived. your friend, clara, had been telling you how excited she was to see her cousin, ellie. you looked across the street and saw the taller girl, being welcomed by your best friend. after they shared a hug, clara noticed you and waved. you blocked the sun from your eyes to get a better look and then waved back and got in your car.

ellie was a lot different now, you realized. you met ellie when you were ten and ellie was eleven, eight years ago when clara had her over for the summer. you guys swam together and had so many fun sleepovers. now, ellie was a lot taller from what you could see, and her hair was shorter.

later on, once you got back from the store, you were walking in with your bags. you then got a call from clara, which you struggled to pick up.

“hello?” you said, trying to unlock the door, although it was extremely difficult with one hand, full of bags.

“ellie’s here!” clara practically screamed over the phone.

“i saw.” you laughed, successfully getting the door open.

“you should come over.”

“one sec—“ you put the phone on the counter.

“mom, i got the shampoo you wanted!” you shouted, before grabbing your bag of stuff and walking back towards your room.

“when do you want me to?” you asked, picking the phone back up.

“uhh like now?” clara said in a sarcastic tone.

“you’re gonna have to give me a minute, gotta change and stuff.” you said, laughing at clara’s tone.

“we’re gonna go swimming, so bring a swim suit!” clara insisted. she then hung up, and you threw your phone back on the bed.

the entire exchange reminded you of your childhood together.

once ellie came over, clara would call your mom on her mom’s phone. you would normally pick up and clara would beg for you to come over. then, you would beg your mom and eventually she’d give in. once you got there, you guys with you stupid childish things, but it would be fun. it was always so fun. you often found yourself during the months of december and november longing for it to be summer simply because of those days.

“hey thanks for the shampoo. you going to claras?” your mom stood at your door way while you looked for a swim suit top. you didn’t have a pool, but clara did, so every time you were in your swim suit or getting your swim suit, your mom knew where you’d be going.

“yep, ellie’s there.” you said, smiling.

“oh really? it’s been a while since you’ve seen her, huh?” your mom said.

“yep, im pretty excited.” you beamed.

“have fun kiddo, text me.” your mom said, walking back up to her room.

“i will!” you confirmed, before closing your door to change.

you adjusted your bag with your change of clothes and pajamas in it as you walked towards clara’s house. you had just applied your trusty cherry lipgloss and you felt ready. still, you were nervous. for the past four years, you spent your summers with clara and some school friends. ellie wasn’t apart of the picture. ellie had moved further away then, and she spent summer with a lot of her new friends. now, ellie was planning on moving to where you and clara lived, and clara was ecstatic. you weren’t super excited necessarily, because it’s been four entire years. what if ellie was different? what if summer was different? you were far to attached to your summer nostalgia to even accept that fate, but you knew there was only one way of knowing, and that included finally ringing your best friends doorbell instead of standing around.

you pushed the button, standing back before hearing a soft running sound towards the door. the door swung open, revealing an extremely excited clara.

“hey! i’m so excited!” she exclaimed, leading you by the arm into the house. “i’ll put your bag upstairs.” clara said before grabbing your bag. “ellie’s already by the pool.” she shouted from midway up the stairs. “‘kay” you shouted back, walking towards the sliding doors. once you stepped out, that’s when you saw her up close. she was sitting by the pool, feet dangling in the water. she was wearing a green ribbed tank top and black shorts. her figure was a lot more muscular, and you noticed she had a tattoo. she was different…she was hotter.

ellie noticed you and put her head back, looking at you upside down. she smiled, before turning around and standing up.

“hey y/n.” her voice was deeper. she walked over to give you a hug and that’s when you fully noticed the height difference. “it’s nice to see you ellie.” you said, before she embraced you, her frame hugged yours.

she smelled warm, but also like trees and pine cone. you couldn’t get enough of the smell.

“you look good.” ellie said when she leaned back. she walked towards a table where she had her phone, and quickly checked it before putting it back down. you walked over to the same table and began taking off your outer clothes and leaving your bathing suit.

“you too.” you smirked, before pulling your shirt over your head.

“damn!” you heard behind you, which was clara, walking out with a tray of drinks. “you look good! and i made some margaritas, they may not be good, but i tried.” clara said, setting the tray down.

“ooh sounds good.” you wiggled your eyebrows, before taking a sip. your face immediately went sour. “you weren’t wrong.”

“can’t be that bad.” ellie said, grabbing one. her face reacted immediately. “it’s…strong.”

“oh come on! i tried!” clara pouted.

“let’s just go swimming.” ellie suggested, before stripping from her black jean shorts. it revealed a matching green bikini bottom, showing off her body. “let’s go!” clara said, then she threw off her shirt and jumped in.

you and ellie looked at each other for a moment and she laughed, before walking towards the steps. clara came up and looked directly at you after she cleared her eyes.

“jump in!” she insisted. you took a deep breath before walking towards the deep end. “come on, you got this!” clara cheered. you ran and jumped in, adrenaline taking over before you hit the freezing cold water. it wasn’t really that cold, but you just weren’t used to it.

“shit!” you screamed when you came up, running your hands over your hair.

you three played in the pool, laughing, splashing each other. it was honestly the most fun you’d had since ellie hadn’t come back four summers ago. you three were sitting on the ledge together, drying off.

“i’m glad you came back ellie.” you said, looking towards her. she was drying her hair with a towel when she looked over.

“i’m glad i did too.” she smiled.

“let’s watch a movie after we get showers.” clara said, standing up and making her way towards the door.

you sat against the bed, on your phone after your shower. clara laid on the bed behind you.

“why exactly did ellie not come back?” you asked clara. she stared at her phone, not looking away.

“clara.” you called her. “huh?” she looked over.

“why didn’t ellie come back?” you asked again.

“i dunno…friends i guess?” she said. “but i think she had a lover.” she raised her eyebrows. you turned around and looked at her.

“really?”

“i mean, i’m not sure. but why else would you ditch the coolest cousin ever and her best friend and the most awesome summer experience? a girlfriend…or boyfriend.” she said.

“maybe…who knows.” you said.

“hey guys.” ellie walked in, wearing a black tee-shirt and plaid pajama pants.

“hey, what movie do you guys wanna watch?” clara got up, walking out of her room. ellie and you followed.

“anything, let’s browse.” ellie said.

then, the doorbell rang. “oh! it’s the food.” clara said, running towards the door.

you and ellie sat on the couch. you got another smell of her, this time she smelled a lot more like warm vanilla. maybe it was her shampoo, you weren’t sure. she turned to look at you, and you looked back. you guys were just staring for a second, and you opened your mouth to say something, but clara walked in with the food.

“get your food guys!” clara said, dropping the bags on the table.

you all grabbed your drinks and your food and picked out a movie, which you settled on a horror movie. you guys always watched horror movies during your summers, but when you were kids you had to hide it a lot more. now, you watch them freely.

you and ellie sat next to each other for the entire movie, and feeling her thigh against yours was making you go crazy. you started to realize what you were feeling when she reached over to steal a fry and her chest rested against your shoulder. you wanted her. not just as a friend, but more.

“uh, i’ll be right back.” you said, in the middle of the movie. you walked towards the bathroom and closed the door, resting against the door. this reminded you of when you were kids, again. you remember having a silly crush on ellie. she was funny, cute, and everything you liked. she would tease you a lot and you loved it. you loved when you guys got to share the mattress next to clara’s bed because when you turned your back, ellie would poke your back and tickle you when you least expected it. now that you were older, it didn’t feel like a silly crush anymore. she made you nervous; she made you quiver. you could barely breathe when she got too close. this was too real, and god you hated it. you reached into your back pocket, grabbing your favorite cherry lipgloss, and applied it before sticking it back. it made you feel more at peace if you had it on, as weird as it sounds.

you walked back in a few minutes later, and you sat back in between ellie and clara.

“you good?” ellie asked.

“yeah! i’m good.” you smiled, and clara unpaused the movie.

“you still wear that lipgloss, huh?” ellie whispered. you turned your head, your faces dangerously close. your breath hitched, and you couldn’t move. before you made it weird, you replied.

“yeah..”

“cool.” ellie said, turning back towards the movie.

once the movie was over, you noticed both ellie and clara were asleep. you quietly paused the credits, and tried to stand up without waking them up. this happened a lot during the summer, either it was you and clara, or it was clara and ellie. after a movie, at least someone would pass out. at like 2am you’d wake up with a sore neck and make your way to the bed. it happened like that every time.

you definitely weren’t really tired, so you went up to clara’s room, and laid on her bed, playing on your phone. still, random tiktoks couldn’t distract you from your lingering feelings. you realized you needed fresh air, so you went to your favorite spot. clara has a window that leads to the roof, so you climbed out and sat up there. she had an area where she put blankets for everyone to stargaze, but you guys obviously didn’t get to it tonight. you climbed over and sat on the blanket. this part of the roof was actually made for people to be able to sit on, so it wasn’t hard to get on and it was private. you laid back, watching the stars for a little while.

around an hour later, you heard the window creek open further, and ellie climbed out. “ah, so this is where you ran off to.” she said, climbing over to you. she sat next to you, looking up at the stars. “clara’s in bed, she left the same mattress for us, but i set up the couch for me to sleep on.” ellie said. “you don’t have to.” you replied. “you sure?” she laid back and looked at you. “yeah.” you said, after turning and looking at you. “the stars are pretty.” ellie said, turning to look back at the sky. “they are. they look like your freckles.” you joked.

“you always say that.” she smiled, looking back towards you. silence lingered for a few minutes, and you both continued looking at the stars.

“you know, it actually was a girlfriend. i had a girlfriend back in wyoming, that’s why i stayed.” ellie admitted. you didn’t say anything for a moment.

“so you heard?” you asked, smirking. “well you aren’t exactly super quiet.” ellie teased.

“was it serious?” you asked, realizing how stupid the question was. she blew off four years of summers with her cousin just to be with a girl; of course it was serious.

“i guess so. but she kinda sucked.” ellie said.

“how so?” you asked.

“she was great, for the first two years at least, but then she became, i don’t know, mean?” ellie said. “she started being weird and saying i changed too much or that i was becoming too masculine.” she said. “we kissed a lot, but other than that, it wasn’t really romantic. i eventually realized we were kind of better off friends.” she continued. “of course when i said that, she broke up with me on the spot last summer.” ellie said.

“damn, i’m sorry.” you said.

“nah its okay. i’m not worried about it.” ellie said.

“you seeing anyone?” ellie asked. you glanced towards her, wondering why she was asking. maybe you were delusional, but you started to wonder if it’s because she was into you too, but it was definitely too soon to know.

“uh..no.” you said.

“how come? you seem like you could pull anyone.” she said. your stomach started to whirl, and you laughed.

“i guess, but i’m just not interested.” you admitted.

“makes sense.” ellie said.

ellie turned towards you for a second before sitting up.

“you changed a lot you know? in a good way.” she said.

“you too.” you admitted.

“honestly, you looked amazing in your bikini.” ellie said. you froze. did she really just say that? it was just out of no where.

“what?” you said.

“shit, sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” ellie started to sit up, but you stopped her by grabbing her shoulder.

she looked back, this time your faces even closer than before.

“it didn’t make me uncomfortable.” you said. “it didn’t?” she asked.

“you looked good in yours too.” you said, your faces inching closer. “fuck it.” ellie said, connecting your lips immediately. when your lips collided, a million thoughts started to race through your brain, but the only thing you focus on was how her hand was touching your waist. you leaned, back, making eye contact with her. her eyes looked extremely lustful and her lips were coated in your cherry lipgloss.

“i always wanted to know what your lipgloss tasted like.” ellie smirked, you smiled back before connecting your lips again, this time throwing your leg over hers and sitting on her lap. she ran her hands down your waist and to your ass, before she gave it a tight squeeze. you moaned into the kiss, and you could feel her smile. she turned you over, not breaking the kiss while she ran her hands under your sweater. you broke the kiss and looked at her again.

“is this okay?” she asked. “yeah, but should we do this out here?” you asked.

“no one can see us.” she said, before kissing you again. you leaned back a little, letting her pull off your sweater, which revealed a white see-through bra. “fuck.” she whispered, before reaching to unhook your bra, which you assisted her with. once it loosened, she immediately began massaging them, and kissing your neck. she kissed all the way down towards your breasts, and began sucking and licking your hard nipples. “you have the prettiest boobs i’ve ever fucking seen.” she said.

you laughed, throwing your head back for a second. “thank you.” you said. she then leaned down towards your face and kissed you again, this time it was very slow and passionate, full of lust and longing for one another.

ellie then positioned herself in front of you and began kissing down your neck again. she went all the way down your torso, which you moaned at, because she left a few hickeys around your belly button. once she got to your elastic shorts, she ran her hands underneath them.

“can i?” she asked, before she pulled them off. “mmhm.” you said, eagerly. she smiled at your eagerness, before pulling them down. they revealed matching see-through underwear, which she was immediately in awe at.

“god, you’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind.” she said.

“shut up.” you laughed. she smirked before she began kissing you softly around your cunt. once she made her way to your cunt, she kissed your clit softly. “stop teasing.” you joked. “oh, but it’s my favorite thing to do.” she teased, once again. you shook your head, before she began pulling down your underwear, revealing your cunt.

“you’re so pretty.” she said, looking up towards you.

“stop” you said embarrassed.

“you actually want me to?” she asked. you froze for a second and made eye contact with her. her face in front of your pussy, staring up at you. the picture was surreal.

“no.” you spoke.

she leaned towards your cunt, giving your clit another kiss, this time on your bare clit. she then gave your pussy a lick from the bottom to the top.

“fuck.” you leaned back more, resting on your elbows. she began licking your clit faster, her form absolutely amazing, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“holy shit.” you moaned out, looking back at ellie, who’s head was face first into your pussy. she began licking your hole, and you knew your wetness was bleeding out onto her tongue. she brought her finger up, sticking one in your cunt slowly.

“oh my god.” you said, surprised but in complete pleasure.

“you like that?” she asked, her voice seemed much deeper.

“mhm.” you moaned out. she began pushing it in and out slowly, while licking your clit. you moaned a little louder this time, but you tried to stay quiet because clara was sleeping.

“please, ellie, faster.” you begged with a moan. she stuck another finger in, her rhythm picking up.

“holy shit i think i’m gonna come.” you said. she started to go faster with her fingers and with her tongue on your clit.

“fuck, ellie!” you moaned out, arching your back as she finger fucked you. the pleasure she was delivering was absolutely unreal. she’s definitely done this before, you thought. right then, you came around her fingers, riding them a bit as you did. she leaned back. “did you come?” she asked. you breathed in and out trying to understand what she was saying.

“yeah, yes i did.” you breathed out, laying back. you stared up at the stars for a few minutes, unsure of what to do now.

“you okay?” ellie asked, looking at you.

“that was amazing.” you said. she smirked, before leaning in and kissing you again. you leaned in towards the kiss, kissing her with the utmost passion, tasting yourself on her tongue, which included the taste of your pussy and your cherry lipgloss. right then, you broke the kiss.

“what time is it?” you asked, picking up your phone.

“we should go to bed.” ellie said, seeing the time reading 3:52am. “yeah for sure.” you said, grabbing your clothes and slipping them back on. you grabbed your phone and climbed back towards the window.

“definitely gonna tease you about how fast you came.” ellie teased.

“shut up.” you nudged her. she almost lost her balance and looked at you in disbelief.

“hey, if i fall off who’s gonna give you more amazing head?” she teased, once again.

“you’re never gonna let this go, are you?” you asked.

“nope.” she smirked.

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, based on endgame by taylor swift (you don't understand how much i'm loving this song), cute gf flo

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 2.2k

note: omg, it's finally here. I'm so sorry it took me sooo long, it just I was super busy. Was this inspire by Ms. Taylor Swift? Yes, yes it was. I really hope you guys like this one. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love you all so much <3

note 2: guys, I'm currently reading 'Delilah Green doesnt' care' and it's giving me so many ideas for fics. So would any of you be interest in more mum!florence? Please let me know. Xoxo, M

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

Your eyes were closed, your head was on her chest listening to her steady heartbeats, a soft smile formed on your lips.

“Promise me this is forever,” you whispered. 

You knew she was awake, she was doing the same thing as you, enjoying the moment, living in the present.

Your eyes found hers already looking at you. 

“I promise,” she said, her smile mirroring yours. 

Her lips found yours as if sealing the promise forever, but nothing ever lasts forever. The kiss that was first sweet and soft and filled with love, turned bitter, harsh and cold. You pulled back confusion written all over your face. 

You blink once then twice, and suddenly you were waking up on your bed, alone. You cursed yourself at the stupid memory. It was so pathetic to still think about Florence that way. You two were history, long forgotten, just a memory of your adolescence. 

You shook your head, trying to wake up your foggy brain from the nap you had taken. And decided to get some work done as a way to clear your head from your silly old fantasies.  

You made yourself a cup of tea, grabbed your notebook and put your headphones on. You only had three more months to finish your second album. The deadline wasn’t much of a concern of yours, what bothered you was the lack of inspiration. Every lyric you would write down was just trash, it was as if you were missing something. So far you had only five finished songs, and you needed ten more to have the album finished. 

You were humming, moving your head to the beat as you let your brain come up with the right words, but it felt as if you were stuck.

“I wanna be your endgame,” you sang to the beat. “I wanna be, I wanna be your… ” you threw your head back in annoyance, frustration getting the best out of you. 

You had been sitting on the floor for the last hour, trying to finish this one song but you were not even close to it. You took a deep breath trying not to lose your shit. Your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a new notification and that took your whole attention. 

“Y/n Y/l/n and Drew Starkey spotted out for dinner,” you read out loud and couldn’t help rolling your eyes at the link your manager and best friend had sent you.

According to the news, you were dating both Drew Starkey and Joe Keery. You also almost got engaged the week before to Rudy Pankow, but apparently cheated on him with Maya Hawke. You knew better than to actually pay attention to fake news, but you couldn’t help to. After all that was now your life, the life of a startpop in the making, so much for a boring Oxford kid. 

Your reputation precedes you, in rumours you were knee-deep. But there was nothing you could do about it. Exhausted from your social life and the poor lack of motivation to do the one thing you loved the most, you decided to go out on a walk, hoping it would help to clear your thoughts about both the fake news and Florence, who you tried to ignore from thinking of. But ever since that dream you found yourself thinking about her more often. 

You knew she was as famous as you were, maybe even more. You had to admit to yourself that some nights you found some kind of comfort in her movies, watching her cute pouty face, the one she was most known for. 

She was your first love, she taught you how to love, what it was to be loved. Of course it wasn’t easy to forget about her, even after all these years, some part of you still craved her love. It wasn’t that you didn’t love each other when you both decided to go separate ways, it was because things weren’t so simple anymore. You two weren’t just two teenargs in love, you were slowly becoming adults. She had booked roles and you were making your way into the music industry. 

And without the two of you knowing you two just drifted apart, the two of you too caught up in your careers. But you loved her, so you decided to let her go, hoping and praying to the universe that maybe she would come back to you one day. 

Your thoughts were interrupted as you opened the door to your local cafe and someone bumped into you. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t… “ but you stopped cold once you saw the strangers eyes. 

“Y/n?” she asked, her voice as soft and raspy as you remembered. “What are you doing here?” a smile formed on her face, as if she was genuinely happy to see you. 

You shook your head trying to clear out your mind, was Florence really in front of you? “I, um, I lived here,” you blinked once, twice and she was still there. “Just around the corner,” you added, cursing yourself for being so awkward. “What are you doing here?” 

Was this a sign of the universe? Have your prayers been answered? 

“Visiting my family,” right her family, you thought. “Well, not just that, I’m also working,” she scratched the back of her neck. “I was actually hoping to see you, too.”

“Really?” that had to mean something, the universe couldn't be messing around with you this cruelly. Right?

“Yeah, I have, um… I have been thinking about you.” she smiled at you and you felt the butterflies in your stomach. “I think we should talk.”

“I, um,” what were you supposed to say? Were you willingly going to agree to spend time with the love of your life as if the two of you were going to be just friends? What was that supposed to mean?

“Yeah, sure. When are you free?” you finally agree.

You mentally checked your schedule, you were supposed to finish your songs but taking a break wouldn’t hurt anybody. Plus, you were going to get your coffee and get back to it right away. 

“Um, what about now?” 

Shit, you thought. She wasn’t going to give you any time to prepare yourself. Well, you better get into it, rip it off like a band aid. 

“Okay, I was going to get a coffee and then we can…”

“Yeah, yeah, take your time. I’m going to find us a table.”

You order your coffee while mentally preparing for the conversation the two of you were going to have. What was she on about? Was it really a big coincidence? Did the universe put her in our path for some reason? You shook your head, you needed to stop thinking about the universe’s way of working for a second.

They handed you your coffee and now you had no more excuses to avoid her, not that you wanted to. Some part of you long to be near her, but you were scared of what this whole thing was about. 

“So, um, what’s up with Drew?” she tried to pretend she didn’t care but was actually dying to know if you were actually dating him, not that you noticed it.

“Who?”

“Drew? Starkey?”

“Oh, yeah, Drew,” you chuckled, silly you for forgetting your own friend. “He’s just a friend, a really good friend,” was it your imagination or did she just let out a breath of relief. “What about Ashley?” you asked before taking a sip of your coffee. 

She smiled at you, “She’s also a really good friend.”

“So, um…”

“Listen, Y/n…”

The both of you chuckled. 

“You go first, Flo”

That nickname. It was stupid because everyone who knew her would call her ‘Flo’, but coming out of your lips felt different. She had missed hearing her name on your lips, she had missed you. 

“I’m just going to say it, okay?” you only nodded. “I lied earlier, I’m not here for work or visiting my family. I came here to find you,” your lips parted in disbelief. “Ever since we broke things apart, I had been feeling like something was missing, Y/n. And I recently realised it was you. Well, I saw the article about you getting married and all I could think of was that something wasn’t right.”

“Florence I…”

“No, please let me finish,” she cut you off. “I understand that  we are strangers to each other, but I would love to get to know you once again. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, it can be like a fresh start. I just really need you in my life, Y/n. I miss my best friend.”

You took another sip of your coffee, stealing time before giving her an answer. The truth was you already knew what you wanted, you knew it the moment you sat at the table, but you wanted to mess with her just a little bit. 

You put your cup down, and finally your eyes found hers, “I would like nothing more.”

[...]

Ever since that day, Florence and you had been spending everyday together. Catching up with each other and going back to old habits. 

The more you hang out with her, the more you could feel your old feeling coming back. But you didn’t want to rush things just to ruin them again. But one particular afternoon you couldn't hold back anymore and decided to do something about it. 

She had fallen asleep 30 minutes ago, you chuckled as you realised her current state because she had picked out the movie but turns out she was more tired than what she let you see. 

You headed to your small studio and decided to get back to the song you were working on before running into Florence. You  knew exactly what you wanted to say, having found your new inspiration a few weeks ago. 

You pressed play and the music started playing, you already had a few things written down in your notebook you just needed to put all your ideas together. 

You were so lost and immersed in finishing the song, going at it back and forth, changing some lyrics, singing some ideas, writing and crossing out some bits, that you didn’t realise someone was watching you just when you were about to finish. 

You had already recorded the whole song and were just checking it out when Florence leaned in the frame door. 

Florence smiled as she listened to your sweet voice. She wondered who this song was about. 

Knew her when I was young, reconnected when we were little bit older

Both sprung, I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders

She didn’t want to get her hopes up.

Reputation precedes me, in rumors, I'm knee-deep

The truth is, it’s easier to ignore it, believe me

She felt her heart shrinking in her chest.

Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long

And you understand the good and bad end up in the song

She listened closely to the song as you hummed to it.

For all your beautiful traits and the way you do it with ease

For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

Her heartbeat and body temperature were rising.

I've made mistakes and made some choices, that's hard to deny

After the storm, something was born on the 4th of July

I've passed days without fun, this end game is the one

With four words on the tip of my tongue, I'll never say it

She couldn't take it any longer. 

“I like it,” she said, getting closer to where you were sitting. “It’s catchy,” she said, trying to shake her feeling away. That song could be about anyone.

“I feel like something’s missing,” you scrunch your nose.

“Sing the corus to me, please,” she looked at you with her doe eyes and you swear you could have melted in that moment. 

You shook your head with a smile on your face and compiled, “I wanna be your endgame, endgame,” you finished singing the chorus. “And then it goes. Big reputation, big reputation. Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations, ah,” you sang, trying to not look at Florence. 

“You know, it sounds awfully familiar,” she teased, wanting nothing more than for it to be true. 

“And you heard about me, ooh. I got some big enemies,” you kept on going.

“What are you trying to say, Y/n?” she kept on pushing you. 

“Big reputation, big reputation. Ooh, you and me would be a big conversation, ah. And I heard about you, ooh. You like the bad ones, too,” you finished, trying to tell her that you were thinking exactly what she was thinking. 

She was so close to you now, her knees brushing against yours, sending electricity throughout your body. You could feel her hot breath on your lips. 

“I want to…” she didn’t finish her sentence because you were already nodding and she smashed her lips to yours in a second. 

You felt as if a wave of cold water was washing over you. Her lips felt both familiar and new at the same time. You felt at home as she wrapped her arm around your waist and her other hand cupped your cheek. You didn’t want to ever stop kissing her, but both you and her needed to breathe so ultimately pulled apart. 

She rested her forehead on yours, both of her hands cupping your cheeks, caressing your skin with her fingertips. 

“I wanna be your endgame,” you quietly sang to her. 

She chuckled before kissing you again and again and again. 

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-M

[gayloringinplainsight]

why is all of your "evidence" so contridictory? if she came out on lesbian visibility day and all her past relationships are pr beards, why does it matter the bisexual hints she drops? AND if she IS bisexual, why come out on lesbian visibility day and have so many lesbian flag themed hints? why would she be in pr beard relationships if shes openly bisexual?

I DONT CARE ABOUT TAYLOR SWIFT. I DONT CARE ABOUT HER SEXUALITY. IF SHE IS OR IS NOT LGBT DOESNT HAVE ANY BEARING ON MY LIFE UNLESS SHE STOPS POLLUTING THE EARTH WHEN SHE COMES OUT. JUST EXPLAIN HOW THE EVIDENCE WORKS. NOT IN LYRICS. NOT MUSIC VIDEOS. NOT PICTURES FROM INTSTAGRAM. NOT SOMEONE ELSE'S TIK TOKS. NOT HINTS. JUST TANGIBLE PROOF.

Okay first idk why you need to scream at me. Calm the fuck down. And if you don't care about Taylor Swift then I'm not sure why you're on my blog screaming in all caps about her, but let's do this anyways cause I'm in a verbose mood.

Second, it's not my evidence, it's her evidence and her flagging, and I have eyes and a brain capable of a modicum of critical thinking.

And I don't think any of the evidence is contradictory but I kind of understand what you're getting at.

So let me begin by saying that I have no strong opinions on if she's bi or pan or lesbian or fluid or whatever. I think there was a lot of bi flagging in the 1989 era, both bi and pan flagging during the Lover era, and then there's been a lot more lesbian flagging during the Midnights/eras tour period. So if I had to venture a guess I'd say she used to identify as bi and now identifies as lesbian, but I don't feel super strongly about it and I also don't think there's really enough evidence to say for sure one way or another, only that there's more than enough evidence to be certain she's some flavor of queer.

What additionally contributes to the lack of clear answers on labelling is the fact that she does flagging on lesbian visibility day, and then mixes bi flagging and pan flagging in the same music video. But I don't think it's fair to say that if she's (for the sake of argument) bi, then she can only do bi-specific flagging. She can do any kind of flagging she wants, and that doesn't diminish the queer message she's coding. It might also be that she simply identifies as queer or unlabeled, and therefore feels free to mix and match all of these things. Or maybe her label is more complex and reliant on the split attraction model, like bi-romantic lesbian, or homo-romantic bisexual/pansexual.

To address some of your specific statements, she didn't "come out on lesbian visibility day". At least not explicitly. But she flagged very hard and said something that could be construed as coming out in a glass-closeted kind of way.

We also don't know that all of her public relationships have been PRships. They might have been, and I think a lot of them were, but we don't actually know. I think you're also asking, if every public relationship with men was PR, why would she ever flag as bi? But just because the relationships we know about were potentially PR doesn't mean there couldn't have been relationships with men that we don't know about. A great example of this is Martin Johnson, who many people think was a real relationship (and the muse for Dear John).

All this goes back to the point that she can do any kind of flagging she wants. She's not restricted to bi flagging if she's bi, or lesbian flagging if she's a lesbian. Perhaps she vacillates between labels. Perhaps her labels are more complex like bisexual lesbian. Perhaps in addition to whatever her own label is, she wants to give visibility to other queer identities.

Just because we don't know her exact brand of queer doesn't mean the evidence is contradictory. It means we don't know her exact brand of queer.

Lastly, to address your final demand where you want tangible proof except not lyrics or videos or social media posts or hints. Which is a request that's not really based in reality. Because that's exactly where the tangible proof lies. It's in the enormous pile of queer flagging that can't be explained away. It's in the performances where she sings "I want her midnights." It's in her panoply of rainbow outfits. It's in statements like "Gay pride…makes me, me!" It's in all the mv scenes of glass closeting. It's in Jack accidentally outing her. It's in the rep prologue. It's in lyrics that reference hairpin drops and secrecy and religious guilt and fear of being found out. It's in her literally telling us "I prefer hiding in plain sight." This is all queer flagging and if you know how to read it then you can read it. And if you can't or refuse to, then that's on you. If you want to wait for her to shout her identity from the rooftops before you think there's tangible proof, then feel free to wait for that day. I think it will come. But in the meantime, queer flagging IS proof. And the sheer volume and scope and clarity of it makes it tangible.

[blythelyunaware]

On the "terrible lyrics" discourse...

It's always interesting to me when, right before an album rollout, we have a subsect of swifties and/or simply bad-faith haters who immediately pan a new album by plucking out lyrics out of context. It seems that the curse of folkevermore will forever loom over any new album rollout because most people aren't...that bright? Folkevermore is brilliant for many reasons, not least of all because it was perfectly timed to fit the tone of the socio-cultural time it was released in. People ate it up because a). those albums were pandemic albums and b). they were written mostly in the "quill pen" style. For some reason, and perhaps this is due to a lack of wider reading, people associate "good lyrics" with flowery prose that is reliant heavily on lots of figurative language and "bad lyrics" as simple statements. And so anything that has been released post-folkevermore has been panned as a "step down" because people think Taylor Swift is only worth listening to when she releases music that people perceive, through stereotypes or general insufferableness, as artsier and therefore of more value.

I don't know if it's just a universally bad education system or maybe we don't read contemporary literature enough, but that's just not true. I love folklore so very much, and its most Keats-style 19th-century poet song, "The Lakes," is perhaps one of its weakest because it's trying too hard and some of it, frankly, makes no sense ("Tell me what are my Wordsworth" ???? Like we know that clunky-ass lyric was only put in there for a dumb ass poet reference). And then we have The Last Great American Dynasty, which contains fairly simple/ slightly kooky statements such as: "And in a feud with her neighbour, she stole his dog and dyed it key lime green." Which is way better at characterising the person in that story!!!

It was the same with the "sexy baby" lyric in Anti-Hero (IMO a very interesting lyric!). It's not about how many metaphors she can pack in or the number of stars or 2 AM dancing-in-the-rain or running-down-a-field-to-her-prince, or other fairytale motifs that makes her songs so good. It's her ability to tie a concept together or create a thread of shared ideas within an album. People are clowning on the whole "Charlie Puth being a bigger artist" because Charlie Puth isn't typically considered "high brow" and has released some pretty cringey stuff. But if you look deeper into the reason for why she included that in her song: it fits into the album conceit. The album visuals are very much dark academia, college prep, intellectuals etc. etc. This lyric is not so much about Charlie Puth as it is about her relationship dynamic with the person she is singing about. It's about how they had shared intellectual values around music. And that is the genius of Taylor Swift. She does not need to point a gigantic neon sign at a lyric saying "LOOK! LOOK! THIS IS A METAPHOR AND I AM VERY CLEVER AND YOU CAN FEEL CLEVER FOR GETTING IT!".

To end it all I would urge swifties to please read more and read widely. (I also realise just how pretentious and obnoxious I sound but hey, if we're gonna play into the aesthetic, why not?)

[ultradelusional]

Stop you're loosing me! Miguel o'hara x wife reader pt3 - "Afterglow"

basically the last part of my stop you're loosing me series where you and miggy break up and get back together pt 1 and 2 are on my profile so go read those if you havent! They’re both on my profile @ultradelusional

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(Readers pov)

you had been trying to forget Miguel. Trying to forget the way he used to hold you, the way he'd make you feel safe, the way he'd kiss you in the middle of the night. no one can quite forget the people they're married to. As you and Miguel where still legally married. The past 4 days back in your dimension had been filled with people from the spider society visiting and comforting you. Jess especially.

Everyone who visited kept trying to get you to move on but fact is you couldn’t. Miguel your husband, your everything. He hadn’t even tried reaching out which was the worst part which made you ponder the fact that this could be the end of your marriage even more.

(Miguel’s pov)

after that dream of you Miguel regretted everything more than he already did. but as peter b had said he was thinking more rationally. so Miguel set Lyla to locate where in the multiverse you where and when she located you off he went. “Lego spiderman you’re in charge while I’m gone” Miguel said to Lego spider man as he disappeared through the portal to your dimension.

(Reader’s pov)

As you where laying in bed in the bedroom of your apartment in your dimension things being eerily quiet. As only a monorail speeding past your window was the only sound. A portal suddenly appeared right on the floor of your bedroom and a tall figure you knew all too well stepped out.

“Miguel?” You said horsely as you noticed how the past 4 days had changed him. He was skinnier, thick dark eye-bags crowded themselves under his deep brown eyes as the whites of his eyes where slightly red from crying. You also noticed a slight stubble on his face from a lack of self care. His brown wavy locks also had a few steaks of grey. “Wow I guess me leaving him had done some…changes” you thought yourself guilty of his negative changes.

“Mi amour I…” Miguel started to say he knew he had to say something meaningful to get you back. Back into his arms and back in his life.

“Hey it’s all me, In my head I’m the one who burned this down but it’s not what I meant sorry that I hurt you I promise I don’t wanna do this to you and I regret everything” he stated tears bellowing out of his eyes.

“Miguel I-“ you started to say before he cut you off

“Don’t. You don’t need to accept an apology. 4 days ago was supposed to be me and Martha’s anniversary that’s why I kept thinking about her in the days leading up. It would’ve been our 10th anniversary.”

“Oh Miguel…I’m so sorry I didn’t know that my love you never talk about your past life.” You say walking up to him cupping his face and wiping his tears away from his cheeks.

“I’m truly sorry y/n, you’re my wife and I never ever regret marrying you, you where the one who lifted my haze of grief and let the light in” Miguel says as he hesitantly kisses your hand. “You’re my light my love, my everything, tu mi vida” he’s now balling his eyes out as he chokes out “will you let me back in? Will you be my wife again?” He says pulling out your wedding ring.

“Oh great heavens yes!!” You say tears coming to your eyes as he slips on your ring fitting perfectly as it always has.

“Let’s go back home” Miguel says picking you up in his arms as you both go through the portal back to HQ “new dress?” He remarks noticing the same green dress from his dream

“Why yes” you reply as the portal engulfs you both and Miguel leaning in for a passionate kiss

The kiss seems to last forever as both your lips fit perfectly in one another after being separate for so so long. you both don’t notice you’re already back at the spider society and many of your friends are watching you two kiss.

“EWWW” hobie calls out making you and Miguel’s lips break apart both your cheeks flushing bright pink with embarrassment.

OK GUYS THATS THE END HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!

[avatarmerida]

How could Trolls 3 have been better?

Thank you for genuinely asking anon 💖💖

(spoilers for Trolls 3/Band Together below obvi)

SO

First of all: I ended up loving Viva and her story/explanation of how she got separated and how she retained her similarities to Poppy while having a very Branch like quality at the same time. I wish somehow that her reveal could have been a surprise but I get we have to let everyone know Camila Cabello is in the movie. So Poppy’s desire for a sister/sibling totally fits her character but her saying it the way she did just felt soooo lazy. I think it would’ve made so much more sense to reveal that Bridget had sister who were coming in for the wedding and that gets Poppy a little jealous. Especially if they had like stepsister vibes since in Trolls 1 Bridget had big Cinderella parallels so it would’ve been cool to see that continue. And they’ll have inside jokes and things sisters have and yeah Poppy is maid of honor but she’s still a little jealous and it sparks this conversation of having a family. Because when she said not having a sister is something she had been coming to terms with recently I’m like show not tell bruh.

Also the lack of World Tour peeps was sad

The movie should have opened with the wedding and have us learn more about the band through flashbacks because it felt very long and repetitive but maybe it’s because the trailers all had the same opening clip. I think it would’ve made John showing up at the wedding a bigger surprise and also he should have waited until the reception because wtf was up with everyone watching him just crash the wedding for 5 minutes????

The songs. Sooooo many missed opportunities. I knew this film was gonna have “We are family” but it was way too early on and felt totally out of place without having any “sisters” at the moment. Also “Crazy in Love” is the most Bridget/Gristle song out there and describes a wedding way more.

Not having “ME!” by Taylor Swift felt criminal because it is the most Broppy song. We could’ve had this and the boy band tributes but we kept getting robbed.

I feel like we needed more build up for Branch’s relationship with his brothers like it would’ve been cool to see it from Poppy’s perspective like seeing Poppy at a concert almost too little to understand what’s happening (because I think it’s established that she’s a tad bit younger than Branch but I’m still confused about if Branch escaped with the other Trolls from the tree or if he went straight to the village from wherever his family was). Because also Viva remembers Poppy so she’s obviously fairly older so it would’ve been sweet to see like Poppy piecing together a memory realizing that so much that she loves is stuff Viva introduced her too especially since on of Branch’s brothers is working with her to help her little village.

But also the stakes weren’t high enough to explain why none of them checked in on their baby brother after all those years? Like he was a literal baby? I feel like the reason they broke up was mid, I think it would’ve been nice to show like there was a time that they had a reunion planned and no one showed up which increased Branch’s bitterness and then they could explain it was a misunderstanding because like I’m sorry he was a literal baby and they all just left him and never tried to go back??? They should have had them break up because they all vowed to never sing again because it attracted bergans like even when they didn’t sing the sight of them made all the trolls feral that they broke up and gave up signing for the safety of others.

Velvet and Veneer: no notes. Icons. I wanted more. But what was the purpose of Fringe if she got no closure or resolution or redemption? She was so cute, tell me more about her plsssss

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk

[ameliasbitvh]

That's The Way The World Works ; R.J.L.

[ a/n ; 🧸 ] this was meant to be a smut fic but then I spiraled at 10 pm last night and didn't stop writing until 3 am and was like "fuck it, if I wrote this im going to post it too! 🙄" slightly based off of all too well (10 min vers.) by ms. taylor swift, praise our lord y'all! she's my religion 🙏 also the beginning was written like 5 months ago bc this was a wip i finished last night 💀

( library account ; 📚 ) @ameliasbitvhlibrary

[ pairing ; ☕ ] student!reader x professor!remus & reader x fred weasley! remus x tonks!

[ summary ; 📖 ] you and remus' rendezvous take a turn for the worse when he decides to be the adult for the two of you and call it quits. left heartbroken, only one man picked you up piece by piece and restored your faith that a man can stay, fred weasley. charming, sweet and kind, he won his way into your heart. as 3 years pass, your 21st birthday approaches, and remus with his pregnant wife come to visit. this leads to events in the night that he could only wish to reverse. (it's much more interesting and carries a heavier plot than what I summarized i swear 😍)

[ warning(s) ; 🚨 ] student!reader x professor!remus, large age gap [17 years], reader is 18!!! implied smut, teasing, sexual contents are mostly implied, not explicit, angst, drinking, remus going into self destruction and overthinking everything in his life, and talks about grooming *remus does not groom reader!!!*

[ wc ; ✍ ] 4.8k!!

You sat in his class, your thighs overlapping each other, your nails picking at one another, your gaze on them. The brunette man teaching noticed your lack of attention and cleared his throat, making your gaze move up to find his eyes on you.

They were firm and assertive, he opened his mouth to command you. “Ms. Y/l/n, please stay after class. We have some things we need to discuss.” 

“But Re–Mr. Lupin, I have somewhere to be after class!” you argued, all eyes in the class on you as the students tried to pack up quickly. Suddenly, their eyes glued on to the clock about to strike noon.

“Where exactly is that said ‘somewhere’? And why is it so important to you?” he questioned, taking strides up to your desk. He came so close to you that you felt the air escaping your lungs, they were evaporating.

You opened your mouth to run it and answer him with your smart, but bratty mouth. But before you could get a word out, the bell rang and the students raced out of the classroom. With a sigh, you slumped into your chair even more. 

Your arms crossed against your chest, teeth nibbling your lower lip as you waited for him to scold you. His eyes examined your frame for a brief but seemingly long time.

His strong arms were now placed in front of you, his tall figure leaning tightly against you. His breath, so hot you could feel it dancing on your skin. You inhaled a sharp breath. 

“So…where were you supposed to be right now, sweetheart?”

You scowled at the nickname. Was he really trying to do this when you had to meet someone? “Are. I’m supposed to be there right now! I can’t just stand him up –” 

His mouth inched even closer to the soft and tender skin of your neck. “Him? Who exactly is ‘him’?” The hairs on your body stood up, goosebumps traveled. 

“I – Just a friend, the son of Molly and Arthur Weasley.” 

He laughed, a not so light hearted chuckle escaping. “Godrick. Y/n, I asked who he is, not who his parents are.” Then you heard him mumble something under his breath, ”Could be any of those redheads, there are so many.” 

“It’s just Freddie.” you sighed, your arms releasing from one another. 

“Fred?” Merlin, he thought you were a smart girl because it was blatant that the redhead liked you. His blood turned cold, the thought of Fred and his pathetic schoolboy flirting flowed for a moment in his mind. He scowled internally and externally at the thought of it. 

“C’mon, Remmie! He’s not that bad.” you frowned, frantically hoping that you’d make it to the library on time. 

“Not that bad? Sweetheart, he’s like any other teenage boy. He only wants one thing.” The older man stated, as if it were true facts.

“Then you sure do act like one yourself, professor.” you scowled, pressing your books to your chest as you made your way to the doors. 

“Y/n, get back here.” he demanded, his blood boiling in fury at the accusation you had just thrown at him. Instead of turning around and being his submissive, supposedly good girl. You ignored him and stomped out of the room, until you were met in the library by an anxious redhead. Rare to ever see Fred Weasley nervous? 

“Hey, Fred! I’m so sorry, I’m a little bit. Professor Lupin made me stay back for a moment.” you smiled, placing your stuff on the table and taking a seat across from him. 

“Oh, It’s fine Y/n!” Fred laughed, at your anxiousness. Just a couple of awkward teenagers. Fun? 

“I know, but I didn’t want you to think that I left you here or –” 

“Stood me up? Please, girls would kill to even talk to me.” he joked with a smirk on his face. A smirk that made your stomach tighten…but not in a bad way. 

“Alright, Mr. Womanizer. Let’s see what you’re stupid enough to not comprehend in…mhm, herbology?” you laughed, eyes wide open when you saw the class he needed help in. 

“Fred! Herbology has got to be one of the easiest classes we have here in Hogwarts!” 

“Hey! Not everyone pays as much attention in that class as you do! Sorry I don’t find snapping sunflowers interesting?” he smiled, making you recreate the same expression on his face. 

“We planted a seed in class yesterday? It was so simple!” 

Smirking, a stupid smolder decorated his face as he said the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard in the history of stupid. “And I could plant a seed in you? We could grow a whole quidditch team, eh? It’s simple just like you said!” 

“Fred!” 

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Remus sat in his chair as he thought about the comment you had blurted out before storming off. He knew very well, too well, of what you were talking about. Anytime he held you after class it was usually for sex. Being a teacher was stressful and he knew being in your last year here, it was just as stressful for you. But he didn’t think that you would even have an inkling that he was “using” you. Because he wasn’t. 

    He knew that the relationship he had with you would be frowned upon. He couldn’t put you through that shame. People saw an older man and younger woman in a relationship as taboo, essentially bad. He could lose his job because of this! Like Godrick they would depict him as a predator and her as a victim. But another part of him knows why they would, because if he were from the other point of view he could see why people would think that and be disgusted.

    What if they were in his shoes? Would they understand why he kept going back, why he keeps you around, why he can’t stand the thought of you with anyone but him?

The answer wasn’t as simple as most would think. He can’t love someone as young as you, it wasn’t right. Right to you. You deserved a chance out in the world, a chance to discover yourself. You didn’t need to drag a man old enough to be your father with you. He couldn’t burden you like that.

    You were such a smart girl, top of your year. The brightest witch he had ever met, yet you weren’t clever enough to stay away from him. The moment his hands crawled on your thighs after weeks of sexual tension suffocating the both of you, you should have pushed him away. You should have been repulsed. The tension shouldn’t have been there to start with. Goddamnit, he did this to himself. He had no one else to blame but himself. 

    You were only eighteen, how were you supposed to know if what he was giving you was real or not. And honestly at this point Remus didn’t know what he was giving you. He couldn’t decipher between his feelings and lust. You’re 35 damn years old, going for an 18 year old girl! Have some shame! 

    Self destruction Remus has been activated.

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After the little meeting with Fred, anyone could see that you had an extra spring in your step, with an additional smile adorning your face. (a/n; feeling bad for remus rn tbh) 

In those few moments with the redhead, you’d be lying if you said that Remus had slipped away from your mind. Everytime Fred got a little closer and your cheeks burned a little brighter, the man seemed to evaporate. But, It’s not like you should feel bad for that? Right? 

Making your way to your common room, you muttered the password and went straight to your bedroom. Everyone was at dinner, thankfully, so that you could have some time to contemplate things that aren’t even big but now you were going to make them ginormous as the zit you had last week. 

Lying on your bed, you took in a breath and sighed as reality challenged you. You knew that the feelings you had towards Remus were not reciprocated, you didn’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure it out. You were…too young. You knew that he thought that. You knew the moment you let him slip his fingers up your skirt, that it was all a fun game. A game that has lasted way too long now.

You and Remus didn’t have a label and whatnot, but you both had something. Well, that’s at least what you thought. You tried your hardest to resist him, every damn time but you can’t. He knows your body just as much as you know his. Throughout all the time spent together, it was like you studied him, his body, personality, hobbies, career, anything you could get your hands on really. 

And your hands got on everything, staining everything about remus. From his classroom, to his bed sheets. You were everyfuckingwhere. No matter how hard he scrubs, he would never be able to get you out of his system. 

You drowned him in your sea and he in return burned you. Complete opposites, yet know exactly where it hurts. 

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You were on your knees, your pretty mouth getting ready to take him as you started to unzip his pants. “Y/n, you know we can’t keep doing this.”  he breathed in deeply as you looked at him with those big doe eyes. Confusion floods through them, as anger surged through your body, spreading like a wildfire. 

“I – then why would you – Why would you even let me go this far? You want to say that as I’m on my damn knees about to suck your dick!” 

“Look – I held you back to tell you that we should stop!” 

“Really? Oh, Really? Then why would you lead me on like that! Tell me that I’ve been ‘bad’ and need to ‘make up for it’? Dammit, you could’ve just told me!” you shouted getting off your knees, humiliated and angry. 

“I’m sorry I can’t control myself around you!” he barked, his veins popping out in fury. 

“Than get a fucking grip, you’re 35 years old!” 

“Tell me something I don’t know, Y/n! That’s exactly why we can’t keep doing this! I’m too old, I have a job, you need to grow up, find yourself, you can’t be dragging around a man old enough to be your father! It’s not right!” 

“If it’s not right then why does it feel right! Merlin, if you knew it wasn’t why didn’t you push me away! Why didn’t you leave me alone? Why didn’t you treat me like another student? Why did I have to be treated like I was special when I’m not! Why!” 

“You wanna know why? Because you! You walked into my damn life and made it hell, without you I wouldn’t be so fucking scared about losing my job, my reputation, every damn little thing. You drive me crazy, Y/n!

And you’re right, I should’ve pushed you away! I should’ve treated you as if you were just another student! But I can’t! Because you, you are special to me!

You’re intelligent, beautiful, caring, kind, Godrick if I went to school with you I’d be pining so hard! And it wouldn’t be wrong! But it is in this case! Just because of that I wish you were older, I wish this could work out, but it never will. That’s just not how the world works! But I wish it did because I –” before he could finish that sentence he stopped himself, he wouldn’t dare utter those 3 words to you. Sighing he finished, “Even if you don’t get it now, you will when you’re older.” 

But you were shocked, what were you supposed to say? For once you were speechless. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your eyes puffy and vulnerable. Sniffling, you wiped your tears with your long sleeve. “I do get it, Remus.” He wanted nothing more in that moment but to pick you up and wipe your tears away, murmuring sweet words that’d drip from his mouth like honey. 

 “Goodbye…Professor.” 

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Flushed cheeks and puffy eyes, not something Fred always saw on your pretty face. He had been walking through the corridors trying to brainstorm some new ideas for a shop that both he and George wanted to open up as soon as they graduate. He hadn’t been paying much attention until he saw a glimpse of your hair pass him across the halls. 

Suddenly his “instincts” kicked in and he ran up to you. “Hey, y/n/n. What’s wrong?” 

Looking up at the tall redhead, you identified him as Fred. Sniffling really quick you put a smile on your face, “Nothing? How are you?” 

“That’s not going to fool me, toots. Why are your pretty cheeks flushed and beautiful eyes –” he immediately stopped and wrapped an arm around you as you burst into tears. 

Remus always said you had the most beautiful eyes. 

“Who did this to you, I’ll rough them up?” he said sarcastically trying to joke but you knew he wasn’t. Fred would genuinely throw his hands if he had a chance to. 

His hazel eyes widened when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself closer to him, your tears staining his shoulder. “Thanks, but no one did anything.” 

Well, obviously you weren’t going to tell Fred that Remus caused your breakdown and the redhead definitely would not be able to fight a professor. 

“You want to talk about it?” he asked with such a…genuine caring tone, that made your heart melt. “No, I just wanna lay down on the ground and cry.” answering, pulling away from the crook of his neck and immediately returning to your old position.

“Here, how about you lay down in my room and cry instead? George and Lee are out on a double date?” he said in a light humorous voice. 

All you did was shake your head yes and soon you were in Fred’s bed weeping about Remus in another man's arms. 

( 3 years later )

You eventually moved on from Remus, your first almost everything. And there was one man who stood beside you for every step of the way, Fred Weasley. The kindest man you had ever met. A few months after the breakup you both graduated from Hogwarts and Fred did everything in his power to make you happy.

That’s all he ever wanted. 

Piece by piece he restored your faith and taught you that a man can stay. 

He and George opened up their joke shop and it was a great hit, kids and adults from everywhere had shown up to buy many of their numerous products. You couldn’t help but be happy for him. 

Suddenly the friendship the both of you had, which was very much not strictly platonic became a relationship. A relationship that made you feel like you could fly! But you know what can? Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, new and improved chewing gum! Blow bubbles and fly high kids! (no this is not a sponsor because he’s your boyfriend, what do you mean?!) 

Now that you two had been in a relationship for a while now, you wanted a sort of clean slate, which meant being completely honest with him. You allowed yourself to be 100% vulnerable, and exposed your truth to him: That you and Professor Remus were having a, well, affair in the 7th year. 

To say the least, he was shocked. “You mean the same Remus Lupin that’s coming up to visit everyone at my mum’s tomorrow night!?” 

Now it was your turn to go into shock, “Wait, what! Fred, shut up! Are you joking with me right now?” 

“No, you shut up, Y/n! You’ve got to be the one joking with me! There is no way –” 

“Why would I lie about that, Fred! I – Oh, my – Merlin!” grabbing your purse you softly smacked him with it. “Why didn’t you tell me he’s supposed to be coming over at your mum’s!” 

“Because it was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday!” he said surrendering. 

“What!? What!? My birthday! Why would he come to surprise me on my birthday? No! Fred, we were just supposed to go to dinner tomorrow!” 

“I know! I know! But mum convinced him to come because she thought he was your favorite professor. I can see why now.” he mumbled the last sentence hostilely. 

“Fred, you know you’re the only man I see.” you said, getting on his lap to straddle him on the bed. “Mhm, yeah, sure.” 

“The only man I want.” you slowly placed a kiss on his lips, a kiss he couldn’t resist.

“Yeah? Prove it to me.”

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“You sure you’re looking this good just for me, baby?” Fred smirked, his frame towering over yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“All for you Fred, and this?” you smiled innocently, lifting up your sun dress to expose the lacey lingerie hidden beneath it. “Got it just for you.” and bought it with his credit card…

“Fuck, don’t do this to me, Y/n. Don’t tease me like this.” he whined as his hands tried to sneak their way up your thighs. Right before he could reach your sex, you grabbed his hands and scolded him. “Tut, tut, tut, Fred. If you want me, you’re gonna have to earn it.” 

Walking away, you accidentally dropped your chapstick. “Shit.” Fred groaned as you bent down to retrieve it, giving him a nice view of your ass. 

“C’mon, sweetheart. We have reservations.” you smiled cheekily, but before you could pick yourself up he ran up behind you to give your ass a slap. A squeal left your lips as you cursed his name. “Fred!” 

    After having dinner with your lovely boyfriend, you both wanted so desperately to just fuck and then go to sleep but Molly had other plans for you two. 

   

Fred had sent an owl to his mum, saying that he and you were not feeling good and too tired. And in response she sent a howler that the both of you had to come over. Sighing, “Bloody hell, there is no getting out of this? Is there?” 

    “Definitely not,” he responded. 

Finally you both appeared at the entrance of the Weasley Burrow, and from the looks of it, it was dark inside. “Remember, act surprised and don’t let that old Lupin shake you up.” 

Laughing at him, you cracked. “Oh, bugger off, Fred.”

 Honestly you were so nervous that when everyone yelled “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” you screamed not out of happiness but anxiety. 

“Oh my Merlin, thank you all so much! I can’t believe you guys remembered!” you smiled as you began hugging everyone and just as you found yourself wandering back to fred who was talking to ginny, Molly got her hands on you. 

 “My, Y/n! I can’t believe it, already 21! Growing up so fast, I can still remember seeing you in your first year!” 

    “I can’t either, time is going by so quickly! Hogwarts days are over and now it’s real life.” 

“Oh, dear! Speaking of Hogwarts! Remus Lupin is here, your old dada teacher!” 

“Yeah I figured that out when I saw –” 

    “Remus! Look who it is, the birthday girl. 21 already can you believe it?” Molly exclaimed with a hand on her hip. 

    The brunette's eyes widened, as he finally got a look of you properly. You looked different in a good way, more mature. “I can’t , I still remember her in 7th year in front of my class, she was always one of my favorite students. Always so dedicated.” 

    She was always one of my favorite students. 

    You swallowed the lump in your throat at that moment. “Ahh, so I’ll leave you two to it!” 

    You wanted to do nothing more but then to shout at her to come back. 

    Taking in a deep breath you sighed. 

    I guess I’ll have to speak first, as always the only one to initiate things. Remus thought as he mentally prepared himself for whatever you have to say. “So, how have you been?” 

    His question shocked you for a moment. Your eyes widened with such innocence, something he had always admired, even now. 

    “Pretty good, I went to a muggle college and earned a degree in psychology. I’m planning to become a therapist for people who have been in the wizarding war, because many have been left with physical, mental and emotional scars.” 

Always so…generous, he thought. 

“But, besides that; I moved in with Fred, my boyfriend.”

    Well, that fucking hurt. Hearing you utter those words about someone felt like there were shards of glass in his heart. But he knew he shouldn’t feel this way. He’s got a damn wife, who’s pregnant. 

“How about you?” your voice snapped him out of his daze. His throat became dry for a moment before he regained his strength. “I’m still teaching at Hogwarts, now for all years. I got married, and my wife is pregnant.” yeah, just give her a short recap, Remus! Storyteller of the year goes to…drum roll…Remus John Lupin! 

It felt you were winded for a moment hearing all of that at once, well it was fairly short but held a lot. “Oh, wow…married with a kid coming? Is it a boy or a girl?” 

“A boy, we plan on naming him Edward.” Remus awkwardly shifted. It’s weird talking to your old student that you had an affair with, yet no one knew. 

“A boy? From what I’ve seen, heard and know, raising a boy is going to be a chaotic full time job. And Edward is a cute name, Teddy would be an adorable nickname.” 

“Teddy?” He smiled. 

“Yeah, Teddy. Like a little teddy bear, warm and cuddly.” you smiled back. Was it weird that 3 years later all your anger didn’t turn into resentment, but understanding? You now knew why he ended the relationship. It wasn't healthy for the both of you and he had to be the adult for two and make the big decision to call it quits. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

“Is your wife here?” you asked out of curiosity. 

“Yeah, she’s probably with Ginny or Hermione right now.” Ginny or Hermione? If anything you would’ve thought that she would be with Molly? 

“Really? I would’ve thought she was with Molly, since she is older and has more experience with children?”

How was Remus supposed to tell you that the woman he married only a year after you both called it quits was only 4 years older than you? “She gets along with the younger girls.” 

She definitely learned that from you. Okay, so maybe there’s just a little bit of anger left inside you. 

“Would it be weird if I met her?” you asked unsure, you didn’t want to cross a boundary. “Of course, you don’t need my permission.” 

Soon he guided you to where Hermione and Ginny sat next to a young woman with purple hair and a baby bump. From visuals you were for sure the woman next to the two girls was his wife, Tonks. 

“Hi, I’m Y/n.” you introduced yourself to her. She looked up at you quizzically for a moment and then her eyes widened in realization. “Oh my gosh, yes, Y/n! I’m sorry, this pregnancy is giving me memory loss. But happy 21st birthday!” 

“Thank you so much! How’s your –” 

“Nope, this isn’t about me! This is your day, not mine! How’s your day been?” 

You smiled at her, you could understand why Remus went after someone like her. Yet when you came out here you were expecting a woman who looked like she was in her thirties, maybe she was a younger looking woman? Hey, genetics all work differently. 

“It’s been great so far, my boyfriend made me breakfast, took me shopping, then we went to dinner and now we’re here.” 

“You know Y/n, most people on their 21st birthday go wild on alcohol? I’m surprised to see you’re not blacked out right now.” 

“Oh no, I’ve had my lessons with alcohol a few years ago and let’s say that’s how I confessed my feelings to Fred.” you said burning up remembering that embarrassing moment. 

“No, Y/n! Have some fun, get loose, shake that bum because you’ve got a great one girl! I could see it from my seat earlier!” She laughed as she called Remus to get her Firewhiskey. 

“For you? No –” 

“Not for me, Y/n! It’s her 21st birthday, she needs to take shots!” 

Suddenly Fred came up behind you and murmured in your ear, “Is everything good, sweetheart?” 

“Yeah, Tonks just wants me to get loose because I’m finally 21.” you laughed. 

“Don’t confess your love for me again – actually no, do it again. I’d love to get it framed in our photo gallery one day.” 

“Keep on dreaming.” 

“I got the firewhiskey and cups.” Remus announced when he got back. 

“Okay, everyone sit in a circle and I’ll pour them since I can’t drink!” 

Everyone gathered in a circle as tonks began to fill up the shot glasses but there was one specific cup for you. 

After pouring yours, which – you were sure you were going to black out if you drank a third of it being the light weight you are. “There, that should be the equivalent of…21 shots!” 

“21!” you exclaimed. 

“Yep, now go!” she shouted and everyone started taking their shots as you gulped ferociously, finishing over half of it and everyone began to cheer. “Whoo!” you let out as you grabbed Fred’s hands and pulled him up to dance with you to the music playing on the radio. 

“I’m not drunk enough, give me the bottle!” The purple haired woman gave him the bottle and he chugged at least half of it and started joining you as you both got “down” at his mum's house. 

“Yes, Y/n! Shake that bum your mama gave you!” Tonks shouted as you started doing your thing, completely unaware of all the people because quite frankly drunk you don't give two shits. 

As time went on you found yourself dancing with everyone, Merlin couldn’t even stop you, Hell even Molly herself couldn’t either. 

Somehow you ended up in a corner of the house with Remus. “Oh my Merlin, I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had! Ahh! I love your wife, she’s gonna be my new best friend!” 

“Sweetheart, don’t bring her up right now.” Remus murmured as he let his fingers gently slip off one of your straps. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion of his words and actions. “Huh?” 

“I missed you so much.” he said but fortunately for you, you weren’t able to hear him through all the music. Just as Ginny passed with a tray of shots you took three, two for you one for Remus.

Ginny had to pass drinks around if she wanted to stay down here, the girl would never be allowed to drink around her brothers. 

“Here!” You shouted as you gave him a shot glass. Unfortunately you had no one to count for you because Tonks was fast asleep upstairs but not before casting a silencing charm on the house.

Quickly you downed your shots and suddenly your vision became even worse…Awesome! Somehow you found yourself dancing with Remus, in a totally platonic, I'm not mad at you anymore, your wife is awesome and I’m respecting boundaries way! 

But I guess he wasn’t on the same wave length.

“I missed you, sweetheart.” he murmured in your ear, right before he latched onto your sweet spot behind your ear, which inevitably made you slip a moan out. His hands traveled from your waist to your inner thigh, leaving the same chills he always did. 

His body guided you to a secluded storage room. Immediately he grabbed you and put you on himself, now you were straddling him. Soon his lips came and crashed on yours, knocking the wind out of you. In your drunken state you found yourself kissing back and grinding against him.

Except, you thought he was Fred…hey! The world had gone blurry and you thought only Fred would’ve pulled you into a dark storage room. 

“Let me taste that pretty pussy one last time.” he growled against your lips.

“Yes, yes, please!” 

“Please who?” he teased, his hands slipping your lace panties off as he slipped a finger into your sex.

“Please, Freddie!” suddenly all the alcohol in his system vanished. 

“Shit! Shit! Fuck, I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Remus cried as he picked up your panties and slipped them back on you. 

“Wha – Freddie, what are you doing! I want you so bad!” something Remus has been wanting to hear for years, except he wasn’t who you were calling for.

He knew from the moment they said goodbye, you’d taken a piece of him with you and he’d taken a piece of you with him. 

That’s the way the world works.

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[allamericansbitch]

Everything I've learned about Matty Healy has been deeply gross to me. I've liked Taylor Swift on and off throughout the years. And always liked her art. I don't call myself a Swifty because I don't agree with or defend all of her behavior. But I do follow her and know a lot about her and the fandom. So I feel like when I'm being critical of her, it's from an informed place, yk? But I see all these creators on Tik Tok, who aren't even fans, responding to this just for the content, and either saying things about her that aren't true, or responding with plain misogyny. So while I am just as troubled by her association with him and disappointed in her lack of vocal support for abortion rights and trans rights, I'm also concerned about people not being critical about the WAYS they are choosing to criticize her. Yes, she is very privileged. She and her family before her have benefited from capitalism and she makes being "a good business woman" part of her identity. She's benefited from this system. She surrounds herself with POC and queer performers on tour but then makes then share a stage with a bigot. She speaks out for social justice the loudest when she's effected by it, when the size of the platform she's worked to achieve and the values she's monetized in Miss Americana give her a responsibility to do more than that. (Tho I have my own opinions about celebrities not being the best demographic to be activists). All of this and more is worth approaching with critical thinking. But when people who only know surface level stuff about this and about her throw out misogynistic dog whistles like "she's Never been discriminated against" (she's been SA'd in her work place. That's definitely discrimination). Or she's "playing the victim" (a woman can make mistakes without being a calculated manipulator). Ultimately, while the situation is very different to 2016, I just don't want to see the same misogynistic dog pile we did back then. Where everybody that was already against her because they aren't comfortable with women being sucessful or talented jumps on top of valid criticism and dilutes it with bad faith vitriol. Ultimately I do want to see her showing the overt support at her concerts for the LGBTQIA community with her words as well as continued actions. Artists like Lizzo, Harry Styles, Panic! (back when they were touring), and so many others are speaking at their shows specifically about anti trans and anti abortion legislation and waving our flags. When people say it's a safety thing, I don't believe them because these other artists are doing it. Even if that's the intention, the effect is that space is being held at her shows for homophobes to buy a ticket and feel comfortable there. Again, I don't think celebrities make good activists. But I also think inadvertently catering to homophobia and racism goes against her stated values and I'd like her to address that. And for god's sake stop bringing Matty Healy on stage.

Asking anon jic somome wants to send me a death threat for not having the "right" thoughts about this.

yes! this is very well said and i agree. sadly there's always gonna be people who are just flat out sexist and will see the valid criticism she's getting and decide to join in their not-so valid narrative riddled with sexism and misogyny. the water always gets a little murky with these things.

this situation is 1000% different from the 2016 situation because that was powered by misogyny and the act of using her as a scapegoat for people's anger during the election, it wasn't really about her as a person but more of what she represented to people- which was a rich white person taking advantage of their privilege and not speaking on anything or using their platform for good. And I think the label they gave her as ‘always playing the victim’ was very aggressive for the time because while she had her moments, generally she wasn’t doing that and like you mentioned was a victim of many things.

However now I feel like we are very much inching too close to that and it’s making me nervous due to the amount of people who took that stance back then in 2016 and being like ‘I told you so! She’s playing the victim again’ because tbh I can totally see it being spun that way.

And to the great point you made about how bad people can feel safe at her shows, I’ve seen a few people point that out as well. I saw a video of someone who went to a show, saw people singing yntcd and then saying homophobic things in the parking lot after the show. I also understand the idea of her not speaking out as a safety thing… but her not speaking out makes others also not feel safe at her shows. Their safety is also important and, by Taylor not speaking out, she’s providing a space for them to feel threatened.

[taylortruther]

in a way gaylor is really effective in showing how big and varied the gay community - or in this case specifically the wlw community - can be lol. I feel like the aspect of gender presentation often gets overlooked, when from what i have seen, it can play a part in how eager people are to accept taylor as a lesbian icon (which is seperate to saying she is gay, to be transparent). These are generalizing statements of course and (because the community is big and diverse!) are not Static and True, but in my experience, women to whom "not performing femininity in a way society favors" is a huge part both of identity and life experience are less likely to accept Taylor as a lesbian icon. Which makes sense: Taylor is stereotypically feminine to a t (which imo is only heightened by her very unimaginative way to play with gender e.g. in The Man video), and in a time of "this is the butchest woman twitter can handle" it can be really annoying to see such a girlie girl heralded as some lesbian icon of our time. Which does not take away from the fact that other gay women really see themselves in Taylor and her music!!!! and of course, gnc women can and do also see themselves in Taylor and her music because what i mentioned is ultimately surface level stuff. It just bugs me when people sometimes frame not understanding gaylorism as either internalized homophobia or an inability to Get The WLW Community, when no experience is universal and when there are many very very understandable reasons to reject Beacon of Heterosexual Femininity Taylor Swift as lesbian rep. (not to mention that many gay women are also part of more punk/alternative spaces and thus are already less likely to engage with taylor's music by default. Taylor's middle of the road politics and the ire people may feel toward her as a result may be part of all of this too. I know many gay people who prefer artists who actually are transgressive and advocate for the queer community in risky ways.)

this is extremely well-said, thank you for sending it! i completely agree that a big appeal (and lack of appeal, for others) of gaylorism is taylor's uber-all-american-femininity

[what-thisiscrazzzy]

If your wondering the reason for my recent reblogs it bc I came onto tumblr where it’s mostly pictures of Taylor Swift on the trending bit straight after seeing the video I’m going to show a screen shot of.

But before that I want to say that the ‘comedian’ who was at the golden globes was terrible and was being misogynistic and overall problematic and the targets of the jokes have the right to be upset. Taylor reacting is not the issue I have with the image attached. I have many issues with Taylor but that’s not what this is about.

The sound playing in the background is the song ‘the man’ by Taylor Swift insinuating that this supposed ‘lack of backlash’ is due to male privilege.

My irritation also stems for the amount of TikTok’s I saw about this incident. This is the only one to bring up Will Smith but the comment section and amount of people agreeing with this take is what made me want to post this.

The comment section is full of people trying to say that Will Smith faced zero repercussions because he is a man. This is factually incorrect. Will Smith got banned from the Oscars for I believe 10 years ? But he did face consequences from the event holders. Will Smith also faced public ridicule and large amounts of racism. News stations reported and it was discussed on chat shows. I think we can all agree that there was a lot of racism in the way this incident was discussed. Many (white) people described it as ‘traumatising’ and blew the slap out of proportion of what it truly was.

I agree that while I haven’t witnessed it people will be and have been misogynistic when discussing Taylor swift.

However posts like these just display the lack of thought and critical thinking the some Swifties have. The lack of understanding of intersecting identities. This is just another example of white feminism, the way in which they can’t understand that while Will Smith is a man he is also black and that affects how people view him and judge him. They never seem to acknowledge that Taylor is a white woman and therefore has a form of privilege, there’s a false narrative that somehow she’s the most oppressed person in her industry.

I could analyse this further but I think anyone with a brain can see just from the screen shot just how absurd this take was and I don’t need to explain any further.

OP is getting debates in the comments and it’s interesting the take she’s going with

The way they double down.

Anyway this was just bc I was getting frustrated at the way some Swifties love to ignore racism. The same way they attacked the young black actress from Ginny and Georgia bc of a joke she didn’t even write and then Taylor did nothing about it. A young actress without the fan base that Taylor has and is aware of how powerful it is.

Again, Taylor wasn’t dramatic for making a face. I have my issues with her pollution, her politics and many other things but she’s a person she can be upset. I saw the clip it wasn’t dramatic.

But she has a fan base that loves to ignore racism and white privileged when it suits them and that last comment i mentioned is bc I don’t think the apple falls far from the Taylor