#but I listened to a song on a certain album the other day and it reminded me SO much of him

[typinggently]

First step of getting back into creative flow is playing around with silly little playlists.

[snixx]

"love me forever" and i will. unquestionably.

[starrystevie]

it was all supposed to be a dumb joke.

the boys had been sitting around after rehearsal one night passing a bowl and more than a few beers, laughing about how unsuccessful the newest music based social media app would be. mere seconds of songs looping over and over with other songs mixed in would never work, especially for corroded coffin where the story, the buildup of their songs was part of the reason to listen.

it all started with jeff, grinning slowly ear to ear. "what if were to get in there and take some celebrity's name for a user name? like paris hilton or something."

then it moved to gareth, who paused with a scrunched up face. "dude, paris hilton? what the fuck kind of reference is that..."

then it was over to greg, choking on a smoke-laced laugh. "yeah, it'd be funnier if it was eddie's pop prince loverboy instead."

that got everyone's attention. eddie had protested to ears that didn't want to hear it as they cackled in their studio that they rented by the hour, bent over in their rolling chairs, leaning against the side of the mixing board for support.

"loverboy?! you know i can't stand steve harrington and his bullshit lyrics, what the fuck kind of suggestion is that..."

but come the next day, when the weed had left his system and his veins were alcohol-free, eddie stared at the mixr app home screen and the blinking red circle over his inbox with disdain after successfully acquiring a user name he never would have picked for himself.

'steveharrington', eddie's account says, along with an icon of himself and his tongue out.

if it hadn't been for being less than sober when the app dropped. if it hadn't been for his best friends egging him on with taunts and jeers and kissy noises and less than sincere dreamy calls of 'oh steve' in the background. if it hadn't been for the way that eddie secretly did think about a certain head of floppy hair and soft brown eyes and shoulders littered with constellations.

if it hadn't been for all of that he wouldn't have had the chance to have his celebrity crush, the steve harrington, in his inbox at 8am on a random tuesday morning.

"good morning!" the message says simply enough. eddie stares at the words, trying to process what they mean, looking at the verified username of 'steveharrington1' next to an icon of his most recent album along with it. his inbox is flooded with people all asking him random things, thinking he's the real steve harrington, but this one verified account has him shaking.

for all that eddie is, all big hair and black jeans and skull rings and leather, he's still a man. a man who can look at a pop star, annoying as their music may be, and see charm. he can see attractiveness. he can see that smile that steve harrington has perfected behind his eyelids and he can see them strolling off into the sunset together hand in hand and he can see steve all flushed and breathing heavily underneath him on a mountain of plush pillows and he can see-

the message pings again with a new addition. "i know this seems weird and my team advised against it but i'd really like your user name of... well, my name."

eddie blinks slowly. he pictures steve maybe laying in bed, maybe sitting at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee, with his phone in his hand as he types out a message to him. to think that steve has any idea about him existing on any sort of level is doing his head in. his heartbeat races a little faster as he types back with shaky hands and a pit in his stomach.

"is this real?" is all he can type out, leaning against the kitchen counter as he waits for his coffee to brew.

three dots pull up on the app screen before disappearing and eddie pulls his lip in between his teeth to focus his energy elsewhere. he tears his eyes away from his phone and looks out the window to watch the people out for their morning walks. he's just about to the point where he thinks about maybe taking up walking if nothing else to get all the pent up energy out of him when the app dings again. as he looks back, his heart sinks to the bottom of his stomach.

it's a photo of steve that can't have been released before. he's sitting outside in bright sunshine with sunglasses on, tousled hair and grin on his face. he's holding his hand up in a thumbs up and eddie can see the remnants of cream cheese on the side of his index finger.

he sucks in a stuttering breath through his teeth, trying to force his lungs to breath again. the dots pop up on screen once more and the message that comes through is instantaneous.

"real enough for you?" it reads. and then an additional message is tacked on. "need me to hold up a newspaper with the date on it?"

there's a winky face that follows and it feels fake even though it's very real. this whole morning feels wrong, unreal. he's just eddie munson, some singer in some halfway popular band in some kind of shitty neighborhood in los angeles that just happens to have not just some pop star in his dms. this doesn't happen to him.

"why did your team tell you not to message me? does my reputation precede me?"

eddie pulls his hand up to his mouth to bite at the side of his fingernail, watching the screen with rapt attention and waiting for the typing dots to disappear.

"according to this account your name is steve harrington and yes, i'd say his reputation does precede him."

eddie barks out a laugh, not exactly expecting that.

he didn't know what he was expecting out of any of this. he thought that it might help get the corroded coffin name out more if he got tangled up somehow with the steve harrington name. spark a little bit of drama to boost their visibility. but now here he is, talking to the man himself, cracking jokes and trying not to hyperventilate.

"how were you able to get this name so fast anyway? my team was on it right when the app dropped last night."

"i had the power of bandmates and weed on my side," he types back, side of his mouth quirking up into a smile.

"oh so you're a musician? maybe i should be looking into your reputation then, mystery person."

eddie pauses and thinks about every option. he is semi-known in the metal scene, his outlandish stunts on stage and political speeches at shows that garner them becoming an almost brand for him. if he tells steve who he is, would he know? care? run away from the scary guy who may or may not use stage blood in every music video?

but the thing is, he's not a scary guy and he never has been. he might be a little intimidating and he guesses that's the armor he puts on everyday after being bullied in school but it's not an accurate showing of who he is. eddie is sweet, funny, kind of smart in that has random fun facts about dungeons and dragons kind of way.

and he wants the steve harrington to know that guy.

eddie flips over at his middle so his head is nearly touching the floor and ruffles his hair, giving it volume and calming down the frizz that comes from sleep. he shakes it out of his face once he's upright and grabs his garfield coffee mug if only to have something to do with his hands. grabbing his phone off the counter, he opens the camera option in their message thread and snaps a quick picture of himself grinning, mug next to his face with a matching cat-like smirk. he nervously presses send before he can even think about all the flaws with it.

"eddie munson at your service," is what he types out with a saluting emoji and a muttered prayer to whoever would listen to him that things don't end horribly.

it's not like he's expecting to sweep steve off his feet. he knows that steve has picture perfect partners, he sees enough internet news to know that gruff and dark isn't the kind of guy he normally goes for. but he looks back at the photo he sent and hopes that steve sees the kindness in his eyes, the scruff on his jawline that makes it look just the smallest bit chiseled, the whimsy and life that he embodies that comes from a tacky coffee cup.

there isn't an automatic answer and it makes whatever hope eddie has floating around his system falter. ''at this point you've probably searched me and i can reassure you, i'm not actually a vampire like google seems to think i am."

"holy shit."

it's short, two words followed by typing dots that disappear, reappear, disappear once more before reappearing for the last time.

"would you believe me if i told you that i am huge fan??"

choking on coffee hurts, eddie finds out. he coughs as the hot liquid goes down the wrong pipe and concentrates on the messages once he gets his bearings back. steve, the steve harrington, a fan of his? it's a prank, it has to be, there is no way that steve harrington-

"one of my exes took me to your show at the bowl and it quite possibly changed my life. you gave that speech about the pipeline before the encore and i went home and bought every single one of your albums that same night."

he's dead. the papers will read 'eddie munson found dead in his home in a ratty metallica shirt holding onto a garfield coffee mug and cellphone open to a chat where steve harrington tells him he's a fan of his work'. it's the only way that this is possibly happening. he's died and gone to whatever fucked up version of heaven has him still living in his shitty la apartment.

"are you fucking kidding me?" is what he types back, slamming his coffee mug onto the counter to have access to both hands. "you've heard my stuff?"

and then it happens, like out of a shitty teenage rom-com, his phone is lighting up with an in-app call from steve harrington. the steve harrington. careful not to drop his phone in his hurried movements, he presses accept faster than he thinks his fingers have every worked.

"hello?" he questions into the phone and there's no hello back, just steve apparently freaking out as much as he is.

"i hope this is okay," he says and god, does his voice sound wonderful over the phone like this. "but it's faster and i have too many things to say that typing it all out would be stupid."

eddie grins and his feet tap against the ground like an excited kid. "it's fine, i uhm... i get it. god, this is weird."

steve hums in agreement before laughing. and oh, that laugh. it has eddie floating up to cloud nine, heart thumping painfully in his chest, butterflies beating their wings wildly in his stomach.

"yeah, it's definitely not how i expected this morning to go. talking to eddie munson, wow."

"sure," eddie snorts, "you talk to celebrities all the time, i'm sure this is small fish for you."

he hears steve laugh again, soft and gentle, like it's meant just for eddie. "i might talk to celebrities all the times but not ones that i have posters on my wall of like a pre-teen. i'm properly geeking out right now."

eddie short circuits. that's the only way to explain the way his body shuts down as he slumps into an armchair in the living room.

"you, steve harrington, have posters of me on your bedroom wall?" eddie's mouth feels dry as he talks and regrets making coffee at all because he's wide awake now and feels jittery.

"well okay, to be fair, it's of the whole band and it's in my studio but you are shirtless so i contemplated putting it in my bedroom." something shifts on the other end of the line and it sounds like steve sitting down. there's birds chirping in the background and eddie closes his eyes to picture himself sitting with steve on a patio instead of in his dingy apartment.

"you're gonna give me big head, pretty boy." the pet name slips out before he can stop it and the pitch of his voice lowering is out of his control. eddie can't be held responsible for his actions at 8am especially when he's flirting over the phone with his celebrity crush.

"pretty boy, hmm?" steve murmurs back. "so does that mean you have posters of me too?"

the timbre of his voice shoots from eddie's ears all the way down to his toes, lighting his veins on fire as it travels down his body. the hopeful part of his brain supplies an image of steve smirking, relaxing in a pool chair outside of what must be a mansion, phone in one hand and cup of coffee in the other. it could be domestic, if eddie thinks about it hard enough. if he wants it enough.

and god, does he want that. domestic bliss with steve harrington.

"well i wouldn't exactly call picturing you in my dreams every night posters, but it's close enough i guess."

it's gutsy, it's brash, it's too forward for a tuesday morning but steve started it. he hears a shaky exhale on the other end of the line and lets out a chuckle. it feels like they're playing chess and there's no clear cut winner quite yet but if the match ends in a tie, eddie can't exactly say he'd be upset about it.

"i tell you what," steve says in an almost airy voice. "in exchange for giving me my user name, i'll give you my number and you can use it to see me in something other than your dreams tonight."

"...are you bribing me, harrington?"

"is it working?"

eddie takes in a deep breath and thinks about what possible plans he could have with the username 'steveharrington' that would amount to something better than taking the man himself out on a date with his phone number saved as a contact in his phone. he'd put a heart next to it and everything.

"of course it is."

the call drops away and it's quick enough for eddie to think everything that happened in the last 30 minutes could have been a fever dream but then there's three dots on the message thread and his hopeful heart starts to kick back into gear.

"213-555-5469. let me know when you've given up that username and i'll let you know when to pick me up. it's a win-win all around. turns out we each get to go a date with our celebrity crushes, how lucky is that?"

it's signed with a kissing face emoji and eddie's glad that he's sitting down when the last picture steve sends comes through. he's grinning in a way eddie's never seen before, blush high on his cheeks, sweaty shoulders and collarbones and pecs glinting in the early morning sun, and eddie thinks it's probably too early to be in love with someone but he's well on his way.

he texts the number he's sent without hesitation and without shaking hands this time. he signs the message with a black heart like it's a signature of it's own.

"lucky indeed."

[pilotstreets]

god im having one of the worst days i've had in a long time and to feel better im watching "tyler joseph screaming compilations" jfc

[monzabee]

greedy (social media au) - ln4

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Summary: The one where lando finds a certain singer cute.

Pairing: lando norris x singer!reader (model used: tate mcrae)

Warnings: none other than some cursing

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

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yourusername: signing off to work on some exciting things!! xox

oliviarodrigo: no come hang out with me and @conangray !!!

conangray: we have cookies !!!

yourusername: this album is not going to write itself, guys !!!

user: okay she looks so slay, but who took the photos??

user: lando?? ariana what are you doing here??

user: oh he's shooting his shot alright...

user: it's been 357457 days without a yn album

user: slay me, rip me, i'm died dead

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landonorris: learnt a lot about shooting your shot, nice

user: oh he's good

user: wdym shooting your shot?? what??

user: girl you are a couple of chapters behind...

user: this was a crossover i didn't know i needed

user: lando this is the wrong sport honey

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oscarpiastri: i'm very confused

user: so are we oscar

user: he's so one of us

landonorris: 🤫

user: WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

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yourusername: greedy out on all platforms today!! give it a listen if you're as obsessed as zambonis as me!!

user: somebody check on lando norris to see if he's still alive

user: i can already hear him screaming somewhere

user: he's going to be streaming this song non-stop during his streams

user: at least she will be getting that copyright check

user: FINALLY MOTHER SLAY

user: she didn't choose the hockey life, the hockey life chose her

user: zambonis (some madness) and yn (and badness), the combination

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conangray: i have no idea what a fucking zamboni is but i'm in

oliviarodrigo: you know what a zamboni is

conangray: no i don't

yourusername: yes you do

conangray: yes i do

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yourusername: 2023, you were great, 2024 better take notes

user: WELL LANDO WASN'T DELULU AFTER ALL

user: i still can't believe he pulled her and we all thought it was unreciprocated

user: 🤡this is us rn🤡

user: i call this dedication

user: my man took 'blood, toil, tears and sweat' to a whole other level

user: this is what i call a patriotic brit🫡

landonorris: cutie

yourusername: 🫠🫠

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danielricciardo: fucking finally, i was losing hair because of the stress of this relationship being a fucking secret

yourusername: i don't think that was because of us danny

landonorris: burn

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ The Fish Like Your Shirt

content: leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader warning: language, too much fluff for the soul to handle author's note: i just realized i had been teasing this story for so long on my masterlist...deepest apologies. it's been sitting here done, collecting dust, and just waiting for me to post it lol. my bad lol. here it is, i hope someone is getting excited for this like a taylor swift album being teased for a long time lmao

leo liked to be romantic whenever he could. he needed y/n to know she was loved, every moment of everyday. he sharpened her swords without being asked, he learned how to braid and always carried those rubber elastics just in case. hell, he figured out how to make her a ring that could turn into a shield when she rubbed it a certain way. he loved y/n like it was breathing, it just came naturally to him. y/n, on the other hand, struggled when it came to showing her affection. leo knew she loved him, she was just unsure of how to show it. in her defense, she had never seen it before, blatant or subtle displays of love being something she thought was only in the movies. leo has distinct memories from the start of their relationship, y/n stomping up to him and shoving something against his chest before promptly running away. it turned out to be one of her gold shell bracelets, which he proudly wore everyday. she’s gotten better at it, though she had her moments. like today.

“there she is! hey, mi amor,” leo mused as y/n made her way up to him, pressing a kiss to her cheek. the girl blushed, shoving him off her with a small laugh.

“are you…are you free tomorrow?” y/n asked, averting her eyes and rocking on the balls of her feet. leo looked over at her with a wide smile before leaning against the wall of bunker nine, raising a brow at her.

“depends. i think this pretty girl is planning on asking me out, so i might need to cancel,” he flirts and y/n shoves him again, shaking her head in an effort to hide her rising blush.

‘fine, be that way. i’ll just take percy with me to the aquarium instead,” the girl huffed back, raising her head high and beginning to walk away from him.

“oh, no, you don’t. i’m going alright. you and me and all the fish in the sea,” leo mused, singing in a pitchy way. y/n laughed, weakly attempting to leave his arms to no avail.

the next day came, y/n and leo easily sneaking out of camp and catching a bus to new york. y/n was happily curled up in the bus seat, her eyes trained on the view and leo’s eyes trained on her. he’d argue his view was better. they each had one headphone in, listening to the same songs and occasionally talking but they were mainly just enjoying each other's company. finally, they arrived a few blocks away from the aquarium, y/n growing excited. she began yapping, talking about what made this aquarium stand out and what not. leo couldn’t help but look at her like she was the most important thing in the world as she talked about the size of tanks and osha regulations.

y/n presented her pre-paid tickets to the lady once they reached the aquarium and the two were off and running. leo’s hand was firmly in the back pocket of her baby blue cargo pants, watching as she pointed out a rare breed of sea cucumber. there was a tour going on next to them, but leo felt no need to listen as y/n must’ve already known everything. but then his adhd kicked in and his ears zero’d in on the guy’s voice.

“and these are butterfly fish. fun fact: these little guys mate for life, something that’s decently common in the ocean. if they happen to get separated from their lover, they will swim up higher to get a better view to find them. cute, huh?” the guy prompted before moving his tour along. leo brought his attention back to y/n, who had clearly also gotten caught up in the tour guide's speech.

“wanna be a butterfly fish with me?” leo smirked and y/n laughed, leaning up and pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“couldn’t see myself doing it with anyone else. as long as you promise to swim upwards to find me,” y/n giggled as she began to walk away. leo followed, lovestruck and enamored. note to the reader: leo would later reference this in his wedding vows to y/n.

later, the two stood in front of one of the larger tanks, watching the fish swim around and around. throughout the day, y/n would randomly burst into giggles, before leo even had the chance to say something funny. she would just wave the boy's glance off with a sneaky smile, like she knew something he didn’t. y/n leaned over to leo, who’s eyes were currently trained on a school of bright orange fish.

“the fish like your shirt, by the way,” she whispered to him, like this was a normal comment. leo’s brows furrowed as he looked down at her smiling face.

“what?” “they like your shirt. the colors and graphics are nice. at least, that’s what they told me,” y/n shrugged this off, her eyes turning back to the tank. leo looked down at the vintage harley davidson shirt that piper had ‘thrifted’ for him. (he was certain she stole it, considering she had to pull it out of her shirt to give it to him.)

“tell them thanks, i guess?” leo replied, unsure, with a light laugh. y/n seemed to be lost in thought for a moment before she turned back to leo, her smile back.

“they said you're welcome. something about them being fashion experts or whatever. it’s those fish over there,” explains y/n, waving at the school of orange fish that caught his eyes earlier. despite the fact he knew he looked stupid, he couldn’t help but wave with her. at least they’d look stupid together.

“and you’re sure it was the fish and not just your subconscious telling you to compliment your boyfriend?” leo questioned with a smirk, watching the blush dust y/n’s face in waves. she gently shoved her elbow into his side, shaking her head up at him.

“whatever. you should’ve heard what the stingray was saying about you earlier, hammer head,” y/n huffs at him, crossing her arms and turning away from him. leo wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his head on her shoulder, still smirking.

“oh yeah? did he not like my pants or something?” “no, he thought you were very handsome. perhaps the most handsome demigod he’d ever seen. he just didn’t like that you don’t take care of your hair,” y/n replied and leo rolled his eyes, knowing the ray did not say that.

“liar,” he whispered into her shoulder. “hmm. you’ll never know,” y/n smirked back, turning her head slightly to rub her nose against his. leo shot forwards, pressing a short kiss to her lips.

the two left after that, y/n cuddling a shark plush to her chest proudly. she had squealed when she saw it in the gift shop and leo’s main goal in life was to make her happy. they caught the bus back towards camp, y/n’s head resting against leo’s shoulder as she squeezed the plushie to her chest. leo kissed the top of her head, watching as she lazily blinked.

“thank you, for today,” he whispered to the drowsy girl, who hummed in response. “ ‘course. we could be dumpster diving and i’d love it if you were there,” the girl replied, extremely candid in her sleepy state.

“i know, that’s how i feel too,” leo muttered back in tandem. “good. then the sharks were right,” y/n hummed against his shoulder, leo’s brows furrowing.

“about?” “how perfect we are for each other. some of them even started contemplating mating for life because they wanted what we have. they were very sweet…we should go back and free them,” y/n murmured, somehow wiggling closer to leo, who couldn’t seem to lose the dopey smile on his lips as he looked down at the daughter of poseidon, the love of his life.

“whatever you want, y/n l/n,” he whispered before realizing she’d lost her battle against hypnos, her breath evening out like waves lapping against a beach and grip loosening on her shark but never letting go.

[sebscore]

hey lovely! i love how u write and i’ve just had this idea for a request for a while and it’s with charles and u know how he plays the piano 😁 so the reader loves to sing and has a really nice voice so he loves to play like an adele song and let her just singgg. I think it’s so sweeet, have nice day/night ily!!🫶

PIANO PRINCE | CHARLES LECLERC

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

warnings: this is heavily inspired by taylor swift and joe alwyn's relationship!

author's note: this is probably the first and only time I'll ever complete a request the day it was requested lol- I'm proud of myself. I know it is not exactly like how you suggested it, but I still hope you enjoy it! thanks for the support and I hope you have a nice day!

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''There is this one name that comes up a few times in the song credits,'' Jimmy puts the cover art of her new album down, ''Jules Perceval.'' He reads out loud, a humorous grin on his face.

Y/N nods her head, already knowing where this was going. ''Yes, Jules Perceval.'' She confirms.

''Your fans are quite confused on who this person is, because it's the first time they've shown up in your album credits and they have a lot of theories so can you confirm who Jules Perceval is?'' Her publicist had already confirmed with Jimmy's team that they had permission to ask about the mystery person that had producing credits on her new body of work.

The singer laughs as the audience reacts enthusiastically. ''Yes, I can,'' she mischievously smiles at Jimmy who claps his hands, ''Jules Perceval is a pseudonym for my boyfriend.'' As soon as the words left her mouth, the crowd started applauding and making 'ooh'- noises.

''Your boyfriend? Is he a composer or?'' The host grows more curious at the revelation that it's her significant other.

She shakes her head. ''No, he's actually a, uh, race car driver.'' Y/N chuckles, Jimmy's surprised face amusing her greatly.

''A race car driver? Wow, that's quite a contrast,'' he laughs, the audience giggling along with him, ''how did you guys end up working together? Because your jobs are vastly different.'' He asks, putting his cards down.

''It wasn't planned, but Charles- my boyfriend- he loves playing the piano and he's been doing that for years, and one day he was just playing around on it and not taking it very seriously, but he played this certain melody that caught my attention,'' she explained, ''I asked him to play it again, recorded it on my phone and I send it to my producer that I usually work with.''

''He sent a more worked out version of the melody back and that's how it came about.'' She finished her explanation.

Jimmy and the audience looked impressed. ''That's amazing! And why did he decide to use a pseudonym and not his real name?''

''We wanted people to listen to the song without having any higher expectations simply because he was in the credits.'' Y/N answers, diplomatically.

''Jules Perceval sounds very fancy,'' Jimmy smiled, gathering some laughs from the crowd, ''did you come up with that or did your boyfriend?''

''That was all him,'' she grinned, ''his godfather is named Jules and one of his middle names is Perceval so that's how the name came about.'' Y/N remembers clearly how proud Charles looked as he told her and her team which name he wanted to be credited under.

''I love that! Well, if the racing doesn't work out, he has another profession he can get right into.'' Jimmy teased, leaning his arms on the desk.

Y/N giggled, hiding her face in her hands. ''I'll tell him that.''

''So… I can quit racing, huh?'' Charles' tired voice sounded over the phone, the mischief still present.

Y/N snorted at his greeting. ''You watched the interview then, I thought you might be too busy to watch it.''

''Of course I saw it, it was your first time on the show- I couldn't miss it.'' His words melted her heart, touched by the fact that he still took the time to watch her interview despite being busy in Italy with simulator work.

''I really appreciate it, honey- I hope you're doing well, you sound very tired.'' His voice was a bit deeper than usual, indicating just how exhausted he was.

She could hear him chuckle on the other side. ''I'm fine, chérie,'' he assured her, ''it was just a long day, that's all.''

Y/N was about to reply, but her manager waved her hands in front of her face. ''I'm sorry, we have to go now.'' She whispered, pointing at the door of the dressing room.

''You have to go, huh?'' Charles sighed.

''Yeah,'' the singer pouted, disappointed the couple didn't get to call for at least a few more minutes, ''I'll call you later, though.''

''It's okay, mon amour,'' despite not seeing him, she was sure he was smiling, ''I'm always proud of you, okay? I'm thinking of you.'' The driver let her know the words in his heart.

''I'm thinking of you too- I love you.'' Y/N bid him goodbye.

''Je t'aime.''

[dear-bunnyboo]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

important note: my face claim will be madison beer but you can imagine whoever you desire. also the songs mentioned are not all technically all madison’s i will be incorporating other songs from other artists.

all the pictures seen below are not mine, however they were edited by yours truly. credits to the owners.

this took an embarrassing amount of time— hope you enjoy this chapter,,, oh and as a gift I will be posting a blurb about this specific chapter, so look out for that <3

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Joe Burrow x Singer!Reader / Brief Ex!Jack Hughes x Singer!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Welcome to Wonderland! It’s finally the day of your opening concert in Cincinnati— marking the beginning of your American tour. As you take the stage for the first time in a few months after the breakup, fans notice a certain someone in the crowds causing quite a stir on top of that you drop your new album the second the concert ends.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, mentions of past relationship, mentions of cheating, light angst, crowds, media, haters, paparazzi, fluff, cute moments, concert setting, fanboy!Joe, Joe being a lowkey simp?

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was a hectic day— you loved every second of it.

Your day started after being dragged by Y/BF/N out of bed at 5 in the morning. It is safe to say that being hungover from the Bengals’ after party the night before didn’t help Y/BF/N case— she was pissy the entire morning, threatening you to get out of bed.

You being her bestest friend in the entire world giggled every time she turned her back at you. You remember telling her over and over again last night to pace herself on the drinking but knowing her and her stubbornness— she never listens, hence, the migraine she was sporting along with her bed head and scowl that look like it would be permanently etched on her face.

It was a great day.

You ended your night last night after sending your new found friend Joe his ticket through text which ended with you two getting to know more of each other— he was a cool guy.

Y/BF/N was convinced you would end up together but you had to constantly remind her that you weren’t ready for another relationship— let along with another star athlete that had the potential to steal your heart and stomp on it .

You were happy with your progress, you found yourself thinking less and less of Jack even though he tried to reach out to you through your DM’s which you ignored— you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore, you didn’t want to hear his excuses. It was clear, he cheated on you with another woman, pictures and videos surfaced throughout the internet, you block him and refused to talk to him after six months, and he tries to talk to you— to what? To explain? What is there to explain? He clearly knew what he was doing— heck, he’s dating the bitch now, what is there to explain?

Nothing.

You’re making progress and that’s all that matters, you’re not crying or thinking about your cheating ex anymore, you finished your album, you’re performing again, you went partying last night after not leaving the house for almost two months, and now you have made a new friend who you didn’t even know if you could talk to last night but here you are now— progress.

“Stop smiling about Joe and get in the shower. You’re gonna be late for your rehearsal.” Y/BF/N deadpanned as she looked at you with a scowl, her headache increasing from talking.

“Did you take medicine. You look so miserable.” you continued to taunt her as you gathered your stuff before heading straight to the bathroom door your best friend was holding open for you.

Y/BF/N glares at you and lightly shoved you in the bathroom, “I did— now get in and get ready, we leave in an hour.”

“I told you so!” You yelled reminding her that you indeed told her to stop drinking last night, you stuck you’re tongue out at her before closing the door in the speed of light, giggling to yourself as you started the shower.

Today was a great day.

Rehearsals was exhausting as ever but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You loved your job with ever ounce of your being and all the late nights, the lack of sleep, the sweat, and tears were all worth it.

The PayCor Stadium look completely different than it did yesterday— instead of the green of football field, it was your stage that had included a long thrust stage headed to the middle of the stadium. You continued rehearsing and checking the necessary technicalities that needed fixing and that included you mic, your ear-piece, the speakers all over the stadium— and once you were finally satisfied with everything, you headed back to the backstage to start getting ready for the night.

You were seated on the makeup chair with your robe on as you were getting your hair and makeup done— you were too focused on watching a movie on your phone that you failed to notice one of your bodyguards placing something in front of you making a loud thump in the process.

Pausing your movie and looking up from your phone, you noticed the huge flower arrangement of orange roses right in front of you.

“This was sent for you, Ms. Y/N” your bodyguard stated before walking away back to his post.

“Ooh la la, those are pretty, Y/N— There is a note! Look!” Y/BF/N practically yelled as she jumped out off of her seat, eyeing the folded note tucked in the roses.

Picking the note up, you read the contents written on the paper— it was short;

Congratulations on your opening concert. A little something to thank you for giving me free tickets– consider us even. Go kill it tonight :)

- 9 -

Looking up from the card, you were met with Y/BF/N looking at you with a knowing smile on her face. She gave the flowers another glance before looking back at you and winking, “How sweet of him.” She teases you without even asking who’s it’s from.

“Y/BF/N don’t start.” You warned your best friend before sitting back down on the makeup chair— opening your phone back up to thank Joe for the flowers.

“I know, I know. You’re just friends, you’re not ready for another relationship— I know. I was just teasing, Y/N.” she gives you a soft smile understanding the emotional trauma you experience not long ago.

“Anyway, enough about boys. Wear your outfit! I wanna see it on with the hair and makeup!” she squeals handing you first outfit you’ll be wearing for your first batch of songs.

Safe to say the squealing ceased to end as you finally made your way to the underground lift that would lead you straight to the middle of the stage— Y/BF/N’s hands worked busily as she smooth out the skirt you were wearing as the countdown began playing in your in-ear, signaling the final seconds before showtime.

You took a deep breath once you heard the roaring screams of your fans in the stadium— quietly waiting for the lift to move, Y/BF/N gave you a quick kiss on your cheek before comfortingly squeezing your shoulders.

“You’re gonna kill it as always— love you lots, girly!” she cheers you on before leaving your side to go back to the quick change station where she will be assisting you with your outfit changes.

“Final 10 seconds, Y/N” you hear in your in-ear.

Taking another deep breath— you placed your hands on your hip, your mic placed near your mouth.

“3

2

1— and play music, go!”

As the music blasted throughout the stadium so did the deafening screams of the audience— the lift shook under your feet as it took you higher up from under the stage, the bright lights meeting your gaze as you began singing. The first sound of your voice shaking the fans’ to their core.

You missed this.

The adrenaline that filled your veins as you continued singing and dancing to your opening song got your heart filling with love— the last few months has been difficult but now you were doing what you loved the most which got you forgetting all your problems and pains.

Once you’ve finished the first couple of songs for the opening you remain standing in the middle of the stage, the spotlight hitting your form as the cheers continued, your fans watched you catch your breath before smiling to the main camera, “Cincy, welcome to Wonderland.” your voice coming out a little deeper and raspier than usual from all the singing you just had done.

This however, caused a lot of positive and passionate reaction from the crowd, eliciting a laugh from you. This dynamic continued throughout the entire show— from singing your most upbeat songs to your most heartfelt slow songs. Every song, every dance, every quick change, and quick conversations were responded which so much love from Cincinnati and you found yourself getting teary at some points of the concert.

You knew that this crowd deserved the surprise they were getting— they all do. So as you were saying goodbye after your last song, waving to every person you could wave at, you spotted a certain quarterback watching you with an amused look on his face— Joe was standing at the VIP tent, a drink in his hand.

You gave your new friend a quick wave— earning you one back before moving to your final mark back at the very center of the stage, “Thank you for tonight, Cincy— I love you all!” the platform beneath you descents down, leading you back under the stage.

And on cue, the screaming tripled causing you to laugh out loud— right this very moment, the big screen in the stadium lit up showcasing the cover art of your new album, the name in big bold font forming underneath it— TEARDROPS with today’s date written just below it, signifying your album officially dropping this very second.

You knew that you were gonna release the album by this month but decided to drop it at the end of the concert as a gift to your fans.

It was a great day.

You were now back in your dressing room— changing to more comfortable clothes, getting ready to head back to the hotel. This was your last day at Cincinnati as you were now headed to New Jersey for your next concert— you loved touring but you were already aware of how exhausting it is, which is exactly what you need— distraction, especially in New Jersey of all places.

Y/BF/N was quietly helping you remove the pins in your hair, letting it down to breathe when your comfortable silence was interrupted by a knock.

“Ms. Y/N, you have a visitor, he has the All-Access tickets, ma’am.” the head of your security team announces before opening the door.

“Do you think it’s daddy Jo–” you nudged Y/BF/N so hard that all Joe saw when he walked in the door was your best friend flying against the wall.

“Hi” you smiled ignoring Joe’s confused look and your best friend’s stifled laughter behind you— you were gonna kill her.

“Hey, just wanted to come by and congratulate you. You were amazing out there.” Joe nodded at you in acknowledgement. You simply thanked him before giving him a teasing look, your eyes darting from him to the arrangement of orange roses he sent that was placed on top of your table.

“I think you have congratulated me enough, sir” you raised your eyebrows teasingly earning a hearty laugh from Joe. “I’m kidding, they’re beautiful. Thank you again.”

“I’m glad you liked them— so your leaving tomorrow, where you headed?” Joe asked as he watches you twiddle with the discarded ribbon in your hands that was previously tied up on your head.

“Headed to New Jersey for two days.” you said in a sort of almost fake enthusiasm which Joe surprisingly caught but decided not to pry and ask.

You love your fans, you were excited to meet and perform for them again. You love New Jersey, you love the different sights, the landmarks, the people— maybe you loved the people in New Jersey too much which is why going back after so long was bittersweet, it was the memories you made there and the person you made those memories with— he was in New Jersey.

“So two shows in New Jersey, that seems unfair— we only had you for a day.” Joe teases after sensing your mood slightly drop after mentioning New Jersey.

“First of all, I was here for two days as well— sang at your game and all and second, I only have one show there—my first day will be the concert while the second day will be more of a free day for everyone to rest and get recharged before continuing with my show in New York.” you crossed your arms looking at him with an equal amount of sass and tease which made Y/BF/N smile as she continued to tidy up your things as she eavesdropped.

Joe chuckled before furrowing his eyebrows, “Wait– you’re free your last day in New Jersey, right?” He asked which you replied with a silent nod confused as to where he his question was headed. “And your headed to New York after for another show. We have a game against the Jets before your show in New York .” Joe deduced giving you an accomplished look.

You eyed him, your arms still crossed against your chest, “and that would mean?” You giggled.

“That would mean that I would be seeing you again soon.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

“Oh yeah? And what makes you think that?” You raised an eyebrow at the quarterback.

“Because I’m asking you to come to my game.” Joe said with so much confidence that you could practically hear Y/BF/N stifle a squeal.

You disliked how confident he was. You disliked how it seem to have an effect on you and you didn’t like it— you can’t. You won’t. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. He is a friend who was being nice— probably guilty you had to give him free VIP tickets so he wants to repay you by doing the exact same— that’s all that it is, there was no need to overthink and panic.

“And what makes you think I’ll say yes?” You throw back at him earning you a smile— even his teeth was perfect.

“You won’t?”

Before you could reply, you two were interrupted by the most exaggerated cough you ever heard in your entire life— Y/BF/N was acting like she had tuberculosis. You and Joe turned towards her, your glare hitting the side of her face as you watched her glare right back at you as if she was telling you to say yes.

“Sorry, allergies.” she said.

Turning back to Joe you sighed and gave him a smile, “I’m only teasing. I’d love to watch your game, Joe.” you gave in. You knew Y/BF/N wanted you to go not only cause it’s Joe and she has been shipping you two together but also because she knew how depressed you were about to be in New Jersey which as much as you hated to admit, you knew that the second your plane lands you might start crying— so a football game with be a great distraction.

“Yeah? That’s great— I’ll send you both tickets, if you want to come, Y/BF/N, right?” Joe politely asked your best friend who turned and gave him a curt nod before turning to you for approval.

“That would be great, thank you.” She says.

“I know you need to head out and so do I— I’ll see you in a few days.” you told the blonde before reaching up to give him a friendly hug which he gladly reciprocated.

“I can’t wait— I’ll text you.” Joe waves one last time before swaggering out of your dressing room.

“He’s a keeper.” Y/BF/N mutters under her breath earning a glare from you.

“Y/BF/N! I told yo–”

“What? As a friend! What the hell were you thinking?” She retorted a smirk threatening to from on her face.

“N-nothing! Bitch let’s just go, I need sleep.” You huffed before storming out of your dressing room with your best friend in tow who was quietly teasing you from behind.

“Nothing, yeah right.” She giggled which you ignored.

It was nothing. Nothing at all.

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TTPD Twin Storylines weaved together & double meanings throughout! ✌️👯‍♀️💕

Attention ALL Swifties (particularly Gaylors) and associates of the Tortured Poets department

PLEASE READ!! (and read with an open mind!!)🤍

Listening to the amazing TTPD on repeat this past week, I am certain that I have made an important discovery that I haven't seen talked about anywhere else yet and would like to get the coversation going, in hopes that Taylor will see that we are all finally listening to her! I'm still piecing everything together, as there is so much to unravel and am far from calling myself an expert on her exact timelines and dates, so am looking forward to hearing thoughts from others that are more knowledgable in her history.

I have been of the belief for a while now that Mastermind and Dear Reader were foretelling of her future, and also that the album title had a double meaning (evidenced by the lack of apostrophe in 'poets'). That the tortured poet would be departing. Note that I am also a believer that she has been closeted by those closest to her and is preparing to ruin her name and perceived reputation, give up the false public version of herself and come into her own true self. Everything as we know it will be destroyed and it is all playing out now, coming together as part of her plan.

Falling in line with all of the two's - the double album, the double meaning in the album name, the two sides of taylor etc, I have found that there are two intertwining stories told throughout her tracklist, AND that all songs also have a double meaning!! None of which are about the perceived muses of Travis, Matty or Joe. The 'evidence' for those relationships are all red herrings (for example 'putting narcotics into all of my songs' - but only in the songs with obvious reference to her beards), to make it seem ambiguous and open to interpretation of who the songs may be about, which is seen often throughout her discography. She uses an incredible amount of metaphors and we must look beyond those to decipher her lyrics - do not take anything at face level with Taylor. Most should realise that she is so much smarter than making obvious songs about whichever male muse she is 'dating' at the time. She has always played into that public view to cover her true self. Many songs have themes of secret and hidden love, which juxtaposes with the public 'relationships' she is seen as having.

She tells us in 'The Manuscript' that "lookin' backwards might be the only way to move forward". Therefore we must listen to TTPD in reverse, from track 31 (13 reversed!) to track 1. I believe The Manuscript also acts as a bookend for both of her stories and should be listened to as a closer after the last song of the story 'Fortnight' ends, to get a complete picture. Once we have listened to the album in reverse order, can we see so plainly that each song tells a different story of a period/situation/muse/love/heartbreak in her life - beginning at her parents meeting in The Manuscript, to current day. I think the songs may also actually have a sister song from the corresponding album/period in time, with similar sound, lyrics or theme that connects them. I believe that each song also has a double meaning and can be interpreted as messages to her fans about things that have happened to her over the years or that are about to happen, and she is trying to communicate her feelings of being trapped, which is honestly so heartbreaking. Many relate to her being caged and forced to hide her true self, in particular by one person closest to her - her father. It is devastating to listen to.

The really brilliant part I discovered next, is that The Anthology tracks also have another hidden storyline being told which intertwines and intersects in the exact right place to fit in with her life story. It includes all of the "THE" songs and is in reverse order from the parallel life story and vinyl variants order of issue (but chronological track list order).

The Tortured Poets Department

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

The Alchemy

The Black Dog

The Albatross

The Prophecy

The Bolter

The Manuscript

Rather than presenting my interpretation of the timeline and each story told in every song, I urge everyone to listen to both stories, in these exact orders, with an open mind as to what she could possibly be describing! My mind was completely blown when I figured this out!! Her mind is incredible, there is no other way to describe the album, other than a masterpiece! I feel so much for the pain she has gone through. This album explains her feelings and reasons for hiding her true self over the years for any fans that will inevitably be feeling upset and deceived. We all need to show compassion for everything Taylor has sacrificed and give her what she needs. She truly deserves love, honesty, happiness and peace. ✌️💜

I'm in the process of creating a document trying to piece all of the hidden connections together just to wrap my head around this amazing body of work, so may possibly link this when I have it completed, otherwise I will add it to this post for anyone that might be interested.

I have a couple of extra personal thoughts, theories and hopes for anyone still reading…

The manuscript of her life story may possibly be the manuscript for a future book/film.

I think one meaning of "Fortnight" is a foretelling message to the fans that havent been noticing any of her many hair pin drops - she has been trying to get the message across but they aren't listening. For the fans she loses when she comes out - she touched them with this album for only a fortnight, before she lost them. She loves the fans but staying in the closet is ruining her life. I think something big could be happening a fortnight after release? Friday 3rd May is International Sun Day. ☀️ Karlie Kloss was always 'sunshine' to Taylor. According to Karlie, their first meeting was at the 2011 Met Gala on May 2, however, there is a possibility that they could have met at the afterparty - after midnight, making the anniversary May 3! 2024 Met Gala is a few days later, could they both make an appearance? If nothing big occurs, perhaps some seeds of doubt will be planted on the 3rd? Or.. It could also be a surprise rep TV (with or without Karma and Debut - surprise triple drop?) with wlw vault tracks?! Who really knows.. I honestly have no idea, but whatever happens, I know Taylor has it all meticulously planned out and everything will happen when it is supposed to.

Taylor is chairman of the Tortured Poets department - the leader of the mass coming out we are about to see. As Chely Wright put - 'we need someone at the top' to come out and pave the way for others to do the same, and to stop the forced closeting in the celebrity world. I think Travis and the majority of her former beards are also queer and there will be many more 'tortured poets' that will join 'the department'.

Karma will be album 1 (TS12) in the 3,2,1 countdown, TS13 is 0 - the album in which she gets all of her full colour back, reclaims her glitter gel pens and finally can sing her truth proudly! She has destroyed her own name and reputation, burnt down the lover house and all her former selves.

Last of all, PLEASE BE KIND! If anyone has made it to the end of this and doesnt agree, I'd love for you to have a listen to the songs in the orders above before commenting. If not, lets just agree to disagree! We all have our own personal takes on Taylor's lyricism and I would never dream of being unkind to another just for having a difference of opinion. 🫶

For Taylor - if you somehow happen to see this - please know you are truly a mastermind, you are loved and we've got you!

🌈💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛🌈

❤️ gerimegs

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Hello!! May I request tokyo revengers characters reacting to reader still feeling the guilt of their past toxic friendship, even though the reader left the person due to their toxic behaviour they still feel somehow sad and guilty about themselves when they went through all that manipulation. I don't know if you listen to Melanie Martinez's new album Portals but the song EVIL explains it all. Could you do characters like Mitsuya, Chifuyu and Mikey and if you want to a character by your wish? I hope you're doing well and I'd appreciate it if you do my request. Thank you :)

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU RUN INTO YOUR TOXIC FRIEND

CHARACTER(S): Mitsuya . Chifuyu . Mikey WARNING/S: toxic friends A/n: I slightly change the request, sorry. I hope you like it.

Mitsuya

Waiting patiently in front of the cinema for Mitsuya who presented to bring tickets. a familiar voice called out to you.

"oh? If isn't Y/n? watching a movie alone?" the familiar voice said causing you to turn around and sure enough, it was who you thought it was.

the certain friend who you've been avoiding for some time. you slightly grimaced but quickly put up a somewhat uncomfortable smile, not wanting to be rude. "no…I'm with my boyfriend"

"What?" she gasped, eyeing you down from head to toe before a snicker left her lips, "wearing that? you can't be serious"

suddenly, you were conscious of what you wearing but decided not to take it to heart. knowing how toxic this friend was, the days you let yourself be deceived by her sugar-coated but toxic words are over.

"I don't care I didn't wear this for you or for anyone else for that matter"

your ex-friend seemed to be taken aback, since when did you talk back to her? "I'm just saying this as a friend, but your outfit is kind of ugly" she spat.

unconsciously, your fingers fisted into a fist trying to control yourself and not let her words get to you. not anymore. however, the presence next to you calmed you down, Mitsuya taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours putting you back in place.

"I think she looks pretty" he casually smiled at your friend before turning to the side to look at you. a soft expression on his face, "she always looked pretty whatever she wore"

"I'm sorry, okay? it was just a joke you don't have to take it seriously" your ex-friend quickly replied, trying to wave it off with a fake smile. but despite all that Mitsuya knew better.

"It doesn't sounds like a joke to me"

"tsk, whatever, see you around y/n", she scoffed. "you're not seeing her again", Mitsuya remarked as you two watched her retreating figure.

despite the warmth on your chest, the feeling of guilt consumed you, suddenly ending a friendship built over the years (If you ever call that friendship), was not easy.

squeezing Mitsuya's hands, you turned towards him who was already giving you his full undivided attention. "Maybe I was being mean? should I text her an apology"

he was wearing his familiar smile as he ruffle your hair affectionally, "You have nothing to apologize for, and I meant what I said about you looking pretty every time, so don't let her words get to you"

his words making you smile wider, "how did I get so lucky with you" you mumbled, your sincerity making him flush as he brought up his other hand to the back of his head and scratched it hastilly while the tips of his ears were clearly red.

Chifuyu

You were waiting for Chifuyu at the school gate, when you felt arms drape over your shoulder, your heart quickly sinking to your stomach realizing there was only one person who casually do that.

"yo y/n! Are you free?" he cheerfully greeted right behind you. you quickly shrug his hold on you, thankfully he let you as you take a step back, putting distance between you two. which he should have understood right away but as usual your friend has no respect for personal space as he also took a step towards you.

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend", you replied, fingers gripping hard on the strap of your bag. silently hoping he leaves you alone already.

"oh that's great, ditch him and hang out with me, I'll introduce you to my other friends" he casually said with a smile on his face like it wasn't a cruel thing to do. your chest suddenly tightening,

remembering how you ditched your other friends for him, remembering how he guilt-tripped you every time you refused. but now is different, you won't let him manipulate you anymore.

"I can't just ditch my boyfriend" you voiced out, merely above a whisper as you avoid his eyes.

"oh come on, You never want to see me anymore, you spend all your time with that boyfriend of yours" he whined, faking getting hurt as if he does miss you and you hated how it slightly tugged at your heart string.

you gritted your teeth in annoyance, "At least he does remember me, you only remember me when you need me for something or when you're bored, friends are not supposed to be like that"

however, instead of an apology you were expecting like the friend you thought he was, he sneered at you, "You don't get it, do you? I'm doing you a favor, you see, nobody's sane enough to hang out with you all the time, you're intolerable, give your man some space"

"speak for yourself"

a sudden voice interrupted as suddenly there was a distance between you and your friend, Chifuyu placed himself between you and your friend, protectively pulling you behind him. a glare in his eyes, "It's rude to force someone to come with you when they clearly don't want to"

"I'm not forcing her, I'm just saying friends should spend some time from time to time," he remarked but his previous smile was already gone, he was more on guard the moment Chifuyu arrived. Chifuyu glanced at you as if asking you if you wanted to go with your friend, you didn't need to shake your head no for him to know you have no intention of going.

"suit yourself" your friend sneered as he backed away tauntingly out of sight. not wanting to piss off Chifuyu who clearly has a reputation throughout the school.

"Are you okay?" Chifuyu spoke first thing. not missing your furrowed eyebrows. already knowing you were feeling guilty for dismissing your long-term friend just like that. Chifuyu took hold of your hands for reassurance, smiling at you like he always does. "sometimes it's better to let some friends go"

"I mean, we've been friends for so long maybe I'm -"

"- clearly not at fault, unless he apologizes and changes for the better, friends like that are better to be discarded" he cut you off, before linking his arms around yours and leading you both out of the school.

"Besides, he doesn't know shit, I like spending time with you, I don't need space, so give me all the time you can"

silence take over you, overwhelmed at the love he was giving, as you watched a blush creeping on his cheeks before he looked away, mumbling incoherent things, quickly explaining his side, but none of that mattered as you smile at your intertwined fingers.

Mikey

"Y/n! I've been looking all over for you"

one minute you were walking and the next thing you knew, your friend was running towards you, stopping right in front of you.

"you weren't answering your phone" he pouted, trying to catch his breath from running all over the school looking for you. while you hesitated but asked him anyway.

"do you need something?"

"yeah you see, I have a history assignment due tomorrow and I haven't one single clue how to do it, I was hoping you could help me?" he pleaded, and normally, on any day you would have said yes in a heartbeat because that's what friends do right?

helping each other with assignments, yes, but not doing the others' assignments. your heart sank at the thought, a part of you hoping that wasn't the case for your long-time friend but here he was again proving you wrong all over again.

"I'm actually busy with my other classes" you declined butt your friend was persuasive, already taking out his notebooks and textbook from his backpack, as if he didn't hear any of your words.

"help a friend will ya? you know if I haven't been busy helping my parents I would have done it, but I was just so busy lately It slip my mind" he pushed, handing his notebook and textbook to you which you refused to take.

"y/n, you're taking so long" a familiar voice whined as you felt arms wrapped around your waist, a blond hair on your peripheral view as Mikey rest his chin on your shoulder. "Mikey? what are you doing here?" you gasp in surprise because mainly, Mikey is from another school.

"I've been waiting outside for so long, I miss you" he pouted before his eyes travel to your friend. "who are you?"

"ah you must be y/n's boyfriend, I'm (f/n), I'm her friend" Mikey stared at him as if his name was familiar before he realize who he was. "ah! you're the one who keeps making Y/n do his own homework!"

you and your friend were surprised, to say the least at the sudden outburst of Mikey, who let go of his hold on you, placed himself in front of you, and looked up at your friend who was inches taller than him. "because of you y/n has to do extra homework taking the time that's supposed to be mine. you're a Minnie! even ken-chin doesn't do my homework for me, do your homework!" Mikey angrily burst out, while you only watch in amazement, as if he took the words out of your mouth to say to your friend.

"I-I see, I guess I'll do it tonight" Your friend Shurg, flustered at the turn of events as he left confused. but soon guilt overwhelms you, guilt for turning down a friend, thinking if it could have proceeded differently.

"but would he be okay? he's not the best at history, should have I helped him anyway?" you muttered worriedly while Mikey only huffed.

"friends shouldn't do each other's homework, or that's what Ken-chin always said. he always makes you do his homework, that's now how friends are for, you're like a lackey!"

stifling a laugh you linked your arms with Mikey, kissing his cheek and dragging him away from the school, "I didn't know you could be cool in a different way"

he simply tilts his head in confusion while you bite back a chuckle at his obliviousness, "Well, that's one less homework to do"

"but you'll help me with mine right?" he muttered, a slight worry in his eyes. knowing Draken had already given up helping him with his homework.

"as long as you don't fall asleep"

[pinkhoodi]

music lovers !

✎ᝰ — music hcs on my fav spider folks <3

♡⃕ — 1610!miles morales, gwen stacy, hobie brown

♡⃕ — genre + warnings: fluff + no warnings

♡⃕ — a/n: thank you to @4kh + @cutenote for helping me outtt 🫶🏽

꒰ MILES MORALES ꒱

Ꮺ miles’ music taste would be a vast range of rnb, trap, hip hop, jazz, spanish, and any and everything connecting to his culture and he’s not picky with what to listen to tbh

Ꮺ I don’t believe miles has a favorite genre or set standard of what he listens to, it just genuinely depends on what his mood is or what he has on repeat at the moment. generally, it’s a song that he found from tiktok or a leaked song that he found on soundcloud. speaking of, miles has no shame using soundcloud as a streaming service

Ꮺ but miles does have a set genre for each part of his day or whatever activity he is doing. If he’s getting ready and on his way to school, some 90s rnb or 90s hip hop; when doing homework, he plays jazz music or some chill spanish music; during his drawing time, he’ll put on some chill trap music or try to find an album that connects with what he wants to draw

Ꮺ miles is very open-minded to his music taste so he’s not really one to say no to a specific genre. now there were definitely some albums he wasn’t a fan of, but he will explore the artist of that album. he usually gives artists another try, even if their recommended album wasn’t the…best

Ꮺ miles is definitely one to collect vinyls, especially old-school ones, he has them plastered around his room and some sitting in a bin. jeff gifted him a record player so the vinyls wouldn’t be collecting dust and so that they could both enjoy the music on jeff’s off days

Ꮺ miles has a playlist for like…everything, and I mean everything. he has a drawing playlist, a spiderman playlist, a playlist for gwen (don’t tell anyone), a playlist for when he’s overthinking, a playlist to change clothes, a playlist to brush his teeth, even playlists for his favorite tv shows. listen, this boy is very much so obsessed with music

Ꮺ he shares his love of music with his parents as well! I do believe rio is more open to his music suggestions than jeff. however, jeff can be more open to mile’s favorite artists, it will take him a while though. whenever it’s a quiet moment in the morales home, they let music play as the day goes

꒰ GWEN STACY ꒱

Ꮺ I do believe gwen is less open to music suggestions than miles is. like miles is very expressive with music while gwen isn’t

Ꮺ on a day-to-day basis, gwen plays 90s rock music or 2000s pop punk. she doesn’t really go by her emotions, but more like whatever song is stuck in her head at the moment

Ꮺ I believe that gwen was a major pop girl and was very in tune with the pop girls of her early ages, but later shifted into the punk/rock category. a couple of avril lavigne songs and that girl is screaming teen angst at 4 a.m

Ꮺ also gwen has a heavy liking for indie/alt music ! she likes her underground artists or artists that can combine other genres easily. she also has a love for artists like tv girl, girl in red, and frank ocean

Ꮺ technically, gwen would explore the sub-genres of punk and rock but doesn’t dwell for too long. She doesn’t mind heavy metals but prefers not to listen to them all the time, wouldn’t wanna shatter her eardrums since she’s spider woman

Ꮺ she also listened to a lotttt of female artists and female groups, and she’s a huge fan of girl groups! but I think she’s more into the older groups like spice girls, pussycat dolls, etc. I do think she would be into kpop girl groups and would be into ones that make like bubblegum pop or “noise music”

Ꮺ she has certain artists that she can never get tired of and also some artists that she prefers that no one knows she listens to

꒰ HOBIE BROWN ꒱

Ꮺ now hobie is all around when it comes to music, he’s just about on the same level as miles tbh

Ꮺ hobie isn’t embarrassed about any genre that he listens to. so yes, he doesn’t mind getting laughed at for liking country music

Ꮺ now hobie is very big on music that was pioneered by black people, which makes him love genres like country and rock even more. he can never get over how much music is curated by, and usually for, black folks

Ꮺ now hobie is always gonna give his flowers to artists that he loves and shouts them out in interviews or moments when he��s caught on camera. also, whenever he’s asked what’s his favorite song at the moment, it never stays the same omg- one day he says alex isley and the next he says smino

Ꮺ on a daily, hobie listens to whatever he’s vibing out to at the moment. If he just finished a concert, of course he’s gonna keep the mood going and have rock playing; on a lazy day, some new school rnb; on the days of being spiderpunk, some trap music mixed with some old school hip hop; wash days would include jazz, indie/alt, and some rnb (old school and new school)

Ꮺ hobie has a playlist of recommendations for almost every important person in his life. he loves music and it makes his heart happy when he can share his love of music with others or enjoy watching people enjoy what he listens to

♡⃕ this been sitting in my drafts and somehow got the energy to write it ;p

♡⃕ I do love music and this is lowkey me just projecting my love for music onto one of my fav movies…anyways !

♡⃕ if you have more hcs on this, lemme know !

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: 1 john 4:7

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[spadesolace]

feel special - im nayeon x producer! reader

synopsis: in the midst of thousands of faces trying their best to capture a certain bunny’s heart. you were the only person who captured her attention through your skills in music, to capturing her heart with your very own heart.

spade speaks: nayeon is actually my ult bias (along with yeji) who made me stick around and listen to k-pop. on top of this, feel special being my fave album for various reasons. happy very belated birthday to my fave album and to my fave bunny!

if there was one thing you know about nayeon, is that she prefers the quiet and serene moments of being alone, watching some show on tv, and having kookeu by her side.

nothing beats that.

yes, she loves her members, they’re her second family but living with 8 girls for 3 years then moving to a bigger place with 2 roommates, she still chose to stay in her room. then you arrived.

you were no one in the midst of hundreds of producers wanting to work with the group, to say the least, maybe it was fate that made you two meet. jyp did in fact introduce you two, from working with their twicetagram album to becoming a constant producer in various b-sides.

im nayeon, who’s voice is as sweet as honey, one to bring you comfort, and overall just bring a smile to your face.

before her, solitude was in your studio with your dog who would keep you company as you vibe to music you’ve produced. your place was never quiet, there was always some sort of music playing in the background, and twice became a constant to your playlist. a part of you immediately would distinguish nayeon’s voice in every twice song, maybe it was because she’s your bias.

a little part of you wanted to get to know her, not just as colleagues, but as friends.

it started small, from bringing her drinks so as to not make her throat dry from singing for hours. visiting her after practice just to hear her talk about her day, from overall just being there.

it didn’t take long for you to ask nayeon out on a proper date, similar to the ones you’ve been doing for months. this time, there was an actual label to it, not simply a hang out to talk about each other’s day. it wasn’t much, you just invited her to your place where you cooked dinner, hearing her talk about digesting oil as there are benefits to it, having kookeu and your dog play around as you two played board games to kart rider. 

“no, i don’t see any benefits in consuming oil aside from getting sick.” the debate was still on-going as the game went on, you were leading with nayeon barely catching up.

“it’s tasty and consuming oily food would get you sick.”

“eating straight up oil is worse, nabong.” who knew you would fall for this girl who eats oil.

your date was a complete success, having to cuddle with nayeon as you watched carol. bringing her back to the dorm was bittersweet, a part of you didn’t want it to end but clearly, nayeon had different plans. watching her about to leave your car, she looked back at you, a smile evident on her face.

“i’ll plan the next one.” a kiss on the cheek was all it took just for her to have your heart.

one date turned to two, then three, then it became weekly. 

there was not a time that you two weren’t together. her free time was spent in your studio as you two made songs together that the world would not get the chance to hear. having the chance to hear you sing behind closed doors, persuading you into posting it on your socials. it didn’t take long for that snippet to go viral.

every love story had to start somewhere and yours was about work. from listening to her sing her parts in sweet talker, helping with their japanese album, do the remix for their concert, and overall just admire the girl.

at the very same studio you two first met; you had finally called nayeon yours.

nayeon’s idea of solitude changed from the day she met you. it was no longer being stuck in her room scrolling on her phone or watching a random series or movie on the tv with kookeu. it was now with you, in the comfort of your home where she could be alone… with you.

when their tour started, slowly your time together faded. nayeon was busy and all you could do was consider the situation, the girls are still at their peak and you were merely there to help them out. she still used her free time with you when she’s back in korea, talking about the tour and how fun it was but she wished you could be there to watch them. you did, yet it was only the first day at seoul. so, when their manager had given you a ticket to their manila concert, you immediately took it, letting their management know that you wanted to surprise the girls.

when your girlfriend was busy doing the concert, you watched with keen eyes on how the group you’ve adored since debut to working with them and now, dating the girl of your dreams, felt too surreal. too surreal.

that’s where your thoughts left you with, would nayeon get tired of you? would she pick her career over you? until when will she settle for you and realize she deserves better?

ironic how you’re watching her perform with the loudest crowd there is to date, and you’re overthinking your relationship with who you consider the girl of your dreams… you fear waking up from this dream and return to reality with nothing but disappointment waiting for you. but this is reality. she’s your girlfriend, nayeon is and will be proud to call you hers as you call her mine.

“y/n? you ok?” their manager looked at you as the show finally ended, watching the crowd leave the venue. everything feels gloomy, tiring, anxious would be the better option to describe your state.

“yeah, just tired.” it may have been unnoticed by the manager that you were lying but clearly one nayeon saw you with the same smile you give her but with eyes calling for help, she knows something is wrong.

nothing goes past nayeon, especially when it comes to you. the thing is that she knows not to ask until you feel ready… but whatever is running in your mind makes her worried. you’re one for open communication, she knows this as your colleague and girlfriend, not once did you not voice out your concern for anything. what’s stopping you now?

maybe it was the fact that your best friend, mina, is telling you how much she needs to keep going. she has to, as she would say. you knew of her state for quite a while now, but there was something after their manila concert that just made her break. you were at the manila concert, the way mina was struggling, oh you can never tell your best friend what you’ve been thinking when she needs you the most.

nayeon watched your interaction with mina, she knows well enough how deep your friendship goes but she can’t merely just watch how you were also distancing yourself from her. not when there is clearly something going on inside your mind that you can’t seem to hide anymore. that’s where it started, the sad songs, how you’re writing ballads rather than your usual upbeat music that most of their songs are about. even when mina is already in hiatus and planning to go home for a bit as to recharge and be under the care of her family. you were lost, gone, mind running with the possibility of nayeon leaving you as if you’re not doing it yourself.

that was a toxic defense mechanism, one that you’ve done multiple times. if it weren’t for jihyo’s stubbornness, you would have continued avoiding nayeon.

in your studio where everything is normally organized was a complete mess, jihyo took notice of your eyebags, the amount of takeout containers. the sleep deprivation and the lack of sunlight was getting to you. phone on do not disturb as you avoid replying to nayeon or just sending cold replies, everything is out of place. slowly, jihyo took care of you, cleaning the studio while you finally slept. that was where she took notice of the little things, how you and mina had been talking, keeping your best friend company who was back in her home country, while she was clueless to how you were overanalyzing your relationship with nayeon and how mina being on break took a mental toll on you.

“you can’t keep running away from her. not when she also needs you right now.” jihyo has always been right, the girls have had quite a hard hit when mina went on hiatus, some of which were scared of what the future holds and nayeon was handling it quite poorly.

“jihyo, she’ll realize that she deserves someone better, and it’s not gonna be me.”

“she needs you, y/n. you’re the best thing that has happened to her and you can’t just decide on what’s better for her when you haven’t told her what you’re going through.”

while jihyo took care of you, slowly making sure you were properly talking to nayeon as she set up a schedule with your personal psychiatrist. slowly you were back on track. therapy was an eye opener, how you’re the one ruining the relationship for not knowing how to communicate your concerns because you deem it to be childish.

if it weren’t for jihyo, things would have been different. you wouldn’t be in front of nayeon’s dorm holding a bouquet and a bag filled with her comfort food. you wouldn’t be crying in front of your girlfriend as you told her every single thought. you wouldn’t be able to call her yours as she gave you reassurance that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to her.

“you’re so dumb thinking that i’ll leave you.”

“i know, it’s just that- you’re literally a superstar with everyone falling for your charms, how can i not think of that?”

they say fear attracts.

in nayeon’s eyes, the idea of losing you was the last thing on her mind. that if you were gone, she’d prefer to stop being an idol and try her best to have you back. losing you is one of her biggest fears along with losing her members. when one of her greatest fears (mina going on hiatus) was close to becoming reality, she needed you. she wanted you to know that she needs you the same way that you need her. if fear would be the reason for your breakup, nayeon has every right to call you dumb; you love her yet you won’t fight for her?

solitude for you has and will always be nayeon, losing that would result in chaos, disruption of your peace. you can live without music but without nayeon in your life, without the girl who you tried to push away and yet she still stayed, it would be stupid of you to let her go.

when things have been settled, and jyp asking for your help in producing two of their b-sides, you couldn’t say no to what the message of the album was. having to perfectly encapsulate your thoughts and emotions along with the group’s own thoughts being let out. aside from the chance to work with your best friend and girlfriend; feel special holds a place in your heart.

even when the world becomes dark and you’re consumed by your thoughts, you’re reminded that nayeon is there for you, that she has the patience to understand what is happening inside your brain.

so when her birthday is a few days away, you wanted to surprise her. something that screams that i’m glad to have you in my life. and no, an engagement ring would be too early in your relationship of around 5 months. what better way than to spend the entire day or at least an hour together as she prepares for their comeback the following day.

in some world, or way, you’re back to how you first started, admiring the girls as you make a name in the industry. nayeon shines on stage and it has been like that for years. even when the pandemic hit and you could only talk virtually until things lightened up. in every song she writes, you were a part of it, and when her solo debut was on the works, one call away and you’ll produce half of it.

to nayeon, you’re every song she’s written, every song she covers, and a vital piece to her everyday life.

to you, nayeon is your solitude, baby blue love, and your everything.

“happy birthday, love.” you wave your candybong with the crowd singing happy birthday to nayeon, and in the midst of the crowd, her eyes are set only to you.

[frenshushutoast]

vernon as your boyfriend pleeaasee 🥺🥺🥺

notes: you ask, i deliver. i hope you enjoy this!

vernon as your boyfriend

sometimes you just sit together with a shared earphone and listen to each other's music recommendations. just imagine: pinkies interlinked, sitting in a quiet café and knowing you're both experiencing the same song at the same time and reveling in it. you occasionally nudge each other to make little comments or just to get the other's attention.

loves listening to you talk– whether it be about your day or your interests. he always puts everything down just to listen to you attentively, nodding along, fully immersed in what you're saying.

calls you babe or baby normally. however. i think he'd call you love if he's particularly soft, and dude or bro if he's excited ("dude, did you see the new ___ album?!")

you both definitely nerd out about common interests together. talking all animated and excited with one another, laughs filling your shared apartment.

cuddling would be him holding you and tracing little shapes onto your back, caressing your hair and playing with it gently. he loves feeling your warmth and how you just seem to melt into him, completely comfortable in his embrace.

makes you a huge playlist that he regularly adds songs onto if they remind him of you/he thinks you would like.

a really good kisser. like, Really Good. he'd hold you close and bite your bottom lip gently and feel you all over and–

sometimes he'll randomly hold you and tell you in a low voice the sweetest things. like how you look so pretty, he really likes your smile, he really enjoys your company. he tells you things how they are and the further you are in the relationship, the less he feels the need to hide these things. he's just so sincere when it comes to you.

as your relationship progresses, you see how he gradually feels safe enough to be his full self around you. showing you unfinished songs, favourite movies and songs, how he reacts to certain situations. i feel like getting to know him would just be such a Good Experience.

always in your orbit whenever you're together. fiddling with your fingers, playing with a rip on your jeans, putting your hands in the pocket of his hoodie. he's just naturally drawn to you.

you're known as the chill couple. down to do basically anything, from energetic raves to just sitting and existing together.

he looks at you a lot, but not in a creepy staring way. just in a awestruck, stars in his eyes way. like he can't believe he has you.

sometimes you catch him staring at you, loving gaze trained on yours and you whine, "stop looking at me like that!" to which he only tilts his head, smile widening. "like what?"

you're both not big on pda except for leaning your heads on the other person's shoulder or subtle hand-holding (or squeezing the other person's hand in a stressful situation).

when you buy him clothes he makes sure he incorporates it into his outfit rotations, smiling shyly when you comment on his outfit.

if you're walking through a big crowd he'd hold you by the shoulders and guide you through, making sure you're safe and close.

from an outside perspective, anybody could tell how much you love each other. it's something in the way your love for each other seems to radiate, seeping into everything you do. it's the look on your faces when you tell a story about the other, it's the pride in your expression watching the other succeed, the secret language you both have– communicating through subtle taps on the other's knee and facial expressions.

slow, lazy mornings. he cuddles up into you and litters kisses on your face and neck, muttering a soft, good morning, did you sleep well?

remembers basically everything you tell him, and you're always surprised when he brings up something you said off-handedly months ago but he simply replies with, well, why wouldn't i remember? i like hearing things about you, baby.

[jasperhaleobsessed]

Dancing with the Cowboy

Jasper Hale x GN reader (requested by anon)

Notes: Sorry this took me forever I've been preparing for the holidays and school's been a bit stressful the last week or two. Thank You so much for your patience! :) This is my first x reader fic so please be nice! Posted this by accident oops! But it's fine it was practically done anyways! Not heavily edit sorry in advanced! Hope you still like it! :)

Warnings: None, pure fluff

Word count: 853

Tagging some mutuals/friends cause I need some love since this is my first x reader fic! @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @twilightsaga123412 @nobody0805 @naolvshan

You smiled to yourself as you popped in your ear buds. It was finally your 'me' time in the day. And to say the least today was exhausting and you needed some music in your life. Excitement rushed through your veins, it was finally time to listen to your favorite album and your favorite artist. You were bubbling with excitement, you just couldn’t wait. You unlocked your phone and tapped on your music app. You scrolled until you found your favorite album. Reputation by Taylor Swift. Out of her discography rep was most definitely your favorite and the best out of her other albums in your honest opinion. It was different and unique from the rest of her work that’s what made it special. Of course the rest of her discography was amazing but this album held a special place in your heart. 

This album always pumped you up. It always brought a smile to your face when you were down. When you were sad it made everything better. They say books can take you to magical places but in your case it wasn’t a book, It was Reputation and any of Taylor Swift’s music. Her music was magical in your eyes, her lyrics were like poetry, they’re beautiful. They’re amazing. It’s what got you through the good and bad. But it wasn’t just her music that helped a certain cowboy, helped as well. You blush at the thought of your boyfriend, he always had this effect on you. You tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, smiling at the thought of your boyfriend. You also couldn’t help but feel excited to see him in the next 30 minutes. Currently it is 2:30 and he said he’d be at your place at 3:00. So you have about 30 minutes to listen to tswift and relax. This sounded perfect. You headed towards your room, you twisted the doorknob and flicked the lightswitch. 

Once you stepped into your room you plopped onto your soft, comfy bed. You hit play on Reputation and the first track started to play …Ready for it? The song started to play and after a minute you couldn’t help but move from your bed. It was a difficult move since your covers and pillows were ever so soft and comforted you greatly. But suddenly you were in the mood for a little dance even if you weren’t the best, at the end of the day it was all about having fun. You started to shuffle your feet, a giggle escaped your lips as you continued to shake your hips trying to match the rhythm of the song. Dancing hasn’t always been your forte and you haven’t always enjoyed it but when you're alone and not judged by others it feels good. It also helped you were listening to rep. Suddenly you felt a strong arms wrap around your waist. You squealed in surprise. And you may or may not be very, very ticklish. You whipped your head around to meet a pair of golden eyes. You put a hand over your heart, it raced fast. 

You swat his arm, “You scared the crap out of me Jazz.” He chuckled at your response. “Sorry Darlin’ didn’t mean to startle ya.” He smiled dazzlingly at you. 

You pulled your earbuds out of your ears to hear him better. You quickly pause your music and toss your phone on your bed. You admired his smile, you could never stay mad at him long. 

You shake your head and a small smile graces your face. “I thought you said you wouldn’t be here until 3:00?” You question, raising your eyebrow. 

“Sorry darlin’ I missed you too much.” 

“You just saw me like an hour ago, you know!” 

“Well excuse me darlin’ but I missed you and I’ll take any chance to see you.” You smiled at him like a dork. You blushed and closed the gap between the two of you. You pressed your lips against his cold ones. It made you shiver and yet it was a wonderful feeling. A warm feeling blossomed in your chest as you kissed him. You pulled away and giggled, you looked up at him and you couldn't help but look deep into his honey eyes. He smiled warmly at you, and caressed your cheek. “I also may or may not have felt that you're a bit exhausted and I wanted to do anything to help ya.”

Your heart melts, it's official you have the sweetest boyfriend. “Aww thank you Jasper, that is so sweet and considerate of you. I love you.” He beams and you lean in and hug him tightly. 

“May I have this dance?” You smiled at him and took his hand. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and pressed play. The beat of lover came on, it was one of your favorites. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist and you rested your hand on his chest. You both swayed together and danced to the slow beat. 

You felt glad he came over. He always came when you needed him. It really helped that he could feel what you felt, it may or may not have come in handy at times. He has this wonderful talent of taking away your worries and making everything better. He had the best hugs and always knew the right words to say He really was the perfect boyfriend.

The End. 

[foliosriot]

Love’s The Death Of Peace Of Mind — Pt. 3

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

warnings: angst and more angst

tags: @thisbicc @lma1986 @mrscevans @catj422 @thebadchic @blackveilomens @likeavilliansposts @veronicaphoenix @circle-with-me @lilhobgobbler @loeytuan98

masterlist. tdopom masterlist.

Today is the day.

Today is the day Noah comes over so you two can talk and work through what happened to your friendship, and your relationship overall.

You’ve been pacing around your apartment for the past few hours, music playing loudly from the TV in the living room. Purposefully taking a break from Bad Omens you have Sleep Token on repeat instead. But the change didn’t help much. You ended up skipping Give anyways.

Now you’re just anxiously fiddling with the bottom hem of your sweater as the entirety of Sleep Token’s discography comes to an end. The sudden lack of music makes you pause your pacing.

Then, because your brain has been torturing you all day — and this wouldn’t be anything short of it — you hurriedly turn on THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND. The opening track has you immediately calming down, and there’s a part of you that fucking despises that.

But you’re still pacing as you listen to the album, your lips moving as you wordlessly sing along. Your fingers are constantly playing with your sweater’s hem, and you may have just realized it’s one of Noah’s that he must have left here on accident. You have half a brain to make your way to your room to change before there’s knocking at the front door.

It scares you, nearly has you jumping out of your skin. And as much as you want to pretend like you aren’t home, or crawl to bed and roll yourself into a cocoon of blankets, you know you can’t avoid this any longer.

You don’t think to pause your music or turn it off entirely until you’re already opening the front door to reveal Noah standing before you. He gives you a soft smile, though you can tell he’s nervous and probably riddled with anxiety just like you are. But you quietly greet him and step aside to allow him entry.

It’s jarring to see him in person like this. Last time you saw him face to face was the last time you’d been … together. The two of you had been here, at your apartment, and you suddenly have difficulty shoving away that memory.

A hand at your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you pleasantly lightheaded. Your fingernails leaving thin red lines down freckled shoulders and a tattooed back. Hickeys and roaming, greedy hands turning into gentle kisses and softly uttered praises. Neither of you acknowledging the blatant shift in your movements, but you continue giving and taking equally anyways.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you nearly run into Noah, who had stopped once he entered the living room. You take a step or two backwards to see him staring at the TV screen still alive with Bad Omens. With his music. With the songs he wrote about you.

The sad smile that appears on Noah’s face is fleeting at best. But it’s gone in a flash when he eventually looks away. You take that as your chance to run to the remote and turn off the TV, relieving both of you of the obvious torment you had been experiencing.

In the quiet of your small living room you hesitantly sit down on one end of the couch, to which Noah copies your actions. He sits on the other end, and it sparks even more buried memories of yours. You’re almost certain Noah is remembering those as well.

“You like the album, then?”

Noah’s voice startles you. You jerk slightly but you quickly recover to meet his eyes. He’s already looking at you, and shit — if this doesn’t feel like déjà vu.

“Uh, y-yeah, I really like it,” you stammer. “But I already Motionless In White’s new album is gonna be even better.”

You aren’t sure why you say it. But the slight teasing in your voice is definitely there, no matter how weird it may have felt rolling off your tongue. And the way Noah is looking at you has you thinking he knows you’re messing with him, if the slight quirk of his lips is anything to go off of.

You both stay silent after that. Your chest is tightening the longer the quiet drags. And you can feel Noah’s gaze on you, his eyes taking in the sight of you for the first time in a long time. Or maybe it’s because you’re wearing his old sweater.

“What happened to us?”

Noah’s gentle voice jerks you out of your head. You slowly look to him expecting to see him watching you still. But he had averted his eyes, and he was now staring at the picture frames nailed to the wall above the small shelf that has all of your DVDs, CDs, vinyls, and tapes. It almost feels like a tidal wave when you realize there are photos of the two of you on display.

“Do you want the full truth or the half-truth?” you ask him as your fingers migrate back to that stupid bottom hem.

“Full truth.”

He’s still taking in the wall of memories, not looking away for even a moment. Your throat bobs as you prepare yourself to talk.

“Noah, I need you to know that you are my best friend in the entire world,” you begin quietly. “Even if we haven’t talked for awhile. You are one of my favorite people on this planet, and I don’t know what I would do without you. What happened between us is on me, and I really need you to understand that.”

“If this is just an elaborate way to say ‘it’s not you, it’s me’, save it,” Noah says, his tone cold. “I gathered that when you stopped talking to me.”

Okay. You’ll admit: that hurt.

But it’s true, and you need to let him know why.

“No, it’s not that.” Your eyes are beginning to burn with gathering tears. “Ever since we met I’ve struggled to understand what I feel for you. I thought we were just friends, but, over the years, there were things you would say or do that made me think otherwise. So I guess I kinda played in to it. Then that night at your place, and the times after that, I … It made me think there was actually something between us. But after the last night together I freaked out and distanced myself from you because I was scared you didn’t feel the same. I couldn’t keep denying my feelings for you, so I distanced myself so neither of us would get hurt.”

You sniffle before continuing. “I’ve wanted to talk to you about this since that first night. And then the album dropped and I lost control over what I have been feeling for years. I never wanted to push you away like that. I was being selfish and and I was so fucking scared, and I never bothered to think about if you would be hurt in the process.” You bite your bottom lip as a few tears crawl down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, Noah. I’m so fucking sorry for what I did. I never wanted this.”

Noah is quiet. He’s still facing away from you, and you’re beginning to think this was a bad idea. But he shifts slightly, his head moving slowly in your direction. Then he stops, and you think you see a tear or two staining his cheek.

Your skin is starting to itch profusely as you anxiously wait for Noah to say anything. You’re growing uncomfortable and you wish time would just freeze.

But then Noah speaks, his voice awfully quiet.

“I thought there was something too,” he starts. And it is blatantly clear that he had begun to cry as well. “Honestly, I would have been totally fine with the first night being a one-time thing. And then it happened again and again, and I thought that must have meant something. But when you ignored me after the last time I thought you had just used me and didn’t want to see me again. Like, you somehow knew how I feel and couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge it.

“Now knowing how it tore you up as well almost makes the pain a little more bearable,” Noah continues with a halfhearted laugh. “I guess I just don’t understand why it happened the way it did. We could’ve talked and worked through it, like we always fucking have. So why was this the thing that drove us apart? I mean, we definitely have feelings for each other. We both thought there was something for years, and it’s been confirmed. So, I guess the question still stands…”

Noah’s words have your heart lodging itself into your throat. More tears have fallen from your eyes, each one streaking down your face and slipping from your chin as you keep your eyes on Noah.

“I don’t know why that was what drove us apart, Noah,” you admit in a broken voice. “But I want to fix it. I really want to fix this rift we’ve made. ‘Cause I— I-I miss you.”

You watch Noah finally turn his head so he’s looking straight you. His eyes are slightly bloodshot and there are a few apparent tear stains on his face. But he looks hopeful and content with your response.

“I miss you, too,” he murmurs. “And I wanna fix whatever happened, regardless of the outcome.”

Noah gives you a soft smile that you return without a second thought. You sit staring at each other for a minute before you have to force yourself to finally glance away. Taking a deep breath you pull the ends of your sleeves over your hands and fingers, then wipe at your eyes.

The worn fabric of your Noah’s sweater rubs against your skin and leaves red in its wake. You catch Noah looking at you for a moment before he obviously processes what you’re wearing.

“Is that my sweater?” he queries quietly.

“Oh, yeah. I think you had left it here on accident once,” you begin rambling. “God, I didn’t even realize I was wearing it until you got here. I can give it back to you—“

“No. Keep it. It looks much better on you.”

Noah’s words have your face heating up. You go silent as he gives you another one of his small yet softest smiles. Your mouth hangs open for a few seconds, then you’re snapping your teeth together as your heart continues racing relentlessly.

His own face is reddening with blush, but you don’t comment on it. Instead, you reach back for the TV remote and wordlessly turn on Howl’s Moving Castle. The movie has been a shared comfort for both you and Noah, and you know he would love to watch it with you after so long.

You struggle to hide your grin as you get comfortable against the couch. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Noah has been stunned into silence at the movie selection. But you ignore him as much as you can as you listen to him kick off his shoes and settle into his own spot on the couch, the beginning of the beloved movie illuminating the screen.

thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

a/n: ok i’m planning on AT LEAST one more part, so let me know if you wanna be tagged when it’s out!!

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unlikely duo

lando norris x singer!yn

summary: following y/n, an international superstar, invited by mclaren to attend the monaco gp. after that, it’s all go from there with a certain no.4 driver.

faceclaim: jazmyn makenna!

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yourusername posted

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yourusername omggg! thank you so much for having me @ mclaren this has been a life long dream. the little girl in me is sooo happy, and i had THEEEEE most fun! mclaren girl until i die. 🥹

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mclaren Guys shut up, y/n y/l/n is officially a part of the papaya fam! 🧡

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user1 THIS IS THE CROSSOVER I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED!!!

—> user2 wdym girl y/n has been saying she was a fan of f1 since before you could talk 😭

user3 do we think she’s a lando girlie or an oscar girlie?

—> landonorris Obviously Lando.

—> user4 AGHHHHH HE REPLIED TO YOUR COMMENT!!

—> user5 Lando being messy as usual. 😭

f1 Was y/n here for us or were we here for her?

user6 she’s really doing every side quest to avoid dropping a new album.

—> user7 WE ARE HUNGRY GIRLLLL

user8 lando’s comment… let him cook.

—> user9 So true give y/n a good man for once.

—> user10 y’all are MADDD weird, they literally just met y/n went to ONE race.

—> user11 @ user10 they’ve been following each other wayyy before she went to this race.

—> user12 I’m here for it.

f1wagupdates posted

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f1wagupdates International music sensation y/n y/l/n was spotted in a club in Monaco with Lando Norris. The two were reportedly seen both arriving and leaving together.

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user8 I WAS RIGHT SHUT UP OH MY GOD.

—> user 13 Can you be right about a P1 for Lando next?

user14 how is she casually in a club in monaco without being swarmed with people this can’t be her 😭

landonorris uploaded a photo to their story

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yourusername monacoooo baby, best week of my life!!!! will be back asap <3

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user15 SHUT UP THE LAST PHOTO, LANDO WAS ON A BOAT TWO DAYS AGOOOO

—> user16 y/nDO IS REALLL!!!

—> user17 HOW IS THE PAPARAZZI NOT CATCHING THESE TWO?

—> user18 @ user17 just a normal day in monaco 😭😭😭😭

madisonbeer come back to LA girl i miss u 🥹

—> yourusername ily bby see u soon!

—> user19 y/nson stronger than y/ndo could EVER BE!

—> user20 WHERE IS THE COLLAB?

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landonorris I’ll show you around next time?

—> yourusername if you’re driving!

—> user21 LANDO STOP ACTING AS IF YOU WEREN’T ALREADY DOING THAT!

—> user22 why are we being gaslighted rn.

user23 drop the album queen!

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y/n_updates Y/n spotted last night in her current home city of LA getting cosy with Formula One driver Lando Norris who just drove in the Canadian Grand Prix. The two have been interacting on social media, and have been rumoured to be dating since they first met.

Y/n has not been involved with anyone romantically since her whirlwind romance with the rising star Jacob Elordi last year. Elordi is believed to be the mystery man she was referring to in her hit song ‘ballad of broken promises’.

Read more about the singer and her supposed new flame through the link in our bio.

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user23 WHATTTT THEYRE ACTUALLY A THING?!

user24 y/nDO IS CONFIRMED

user25 omg his outfit… girlfriend effect at its finest. 🙏

—> user26 still had to keep the cap though 💀

user27 jacob elordi to lando norris… they couldn’t be more different from each other 😭

—> user28 that’s what i was thinking, the height is the first thing!

—> user29 mother has amazing taste 😩

—> user30 @ user29 ik u didn’t just say that having listened to ballad of broken promises 💀💀

user31 THE WAY CARLOS LIKED THIS POST IM SCREAMING!!!!

—> user32 HIS BEST FRIEND JUST CONFIRMED IT HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

user33 CARLOS SAINZ STIRRING THE POT

user34 omg my girl has a man 🥹 i am so so happy for her if they are official

user35 Am i the only one who has never heard of Lando 😭

—> user36 UMM YES 💀

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yourusername i am super excited to announce that my new single ‘high-heeled sweetheart’, ft my bestest friend @ madisonbeer , will be coming out next friday! i had so much fun making this track, and i’m sooo super proud of it. thank u to all the beautiful ppl out there who keep making this dream of mine possible. i just want to hug each and every one of you. <33

and a special thank you to @ landonorris for taking the beautiful photo i now get to use as the cover. you’re incredible! :)

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user37 SO LAST NIGHT WE GET THE Y/N X LANDO PICS IN LA, AND TODAY WE GET A SONG DROP Y/N UR LIFE IS SO WILD

—> user38 AND HE TOOK THE COVER PHOTO

—> user39 i fucking love the cover but it’s so risqué, they are 100% dating.

—> user40 THE :) FACE OH I AM SICK!

madisonbeer my ANGEL!! I loved finally working with you

—> yourusername thank you for being here with me every step of the way madi

mclaren We will be streaming as soon as it comes out. 🧡

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user41 the way she still hasn’t adressed the dating rumours, queen shit.

—> user42 she don’t need to, the pics are confirmation enough. 😭

landonorris y/n called me incredible, #winning.

—> yourusername lando norris noticed ME #winning.

—> user43 ARE Y’ALL GONNA COME OUT AND TELL US UR DATING OR DO WE NEED TO FORCE IT OUT OF YOU?

—> user44 MOTHER AND FATHER?

iamrebeccad Will be listening on Friday! So happy for you ✨

—> yourusername i absolutely adore you 🥹

—> user45 HIS BEST FRIENDS GIRLFRIEND IS EVEN COMMENTING NOW!

—> user46 oh theyre locked in.