#probably not even realizing there’s paps around

[hesterias]

*sigh* I miss them. I’m having withdrawals.

[majaloveschris]

Why nothing makes sense part 9.

Vanity Fair edition

What a weekend we had, right? We started with the Oscar pre-party thing, then ended it with Vanity Fair.

First of all, isn't it weird that they waited up until this point to make their red carpet debut? Why not on the Ghosted premiere or on the Golden Globes? Why did they wait until the biggest event's afterparty? She was there at the Ghosted premiere, they were there at the GG after party, why now?

Looking at those VF Fair videos and photos, I still have the same opinion and feeling about them as a couple. They don't look natural at all, and it always seems like they are doing everything for the camera. As if they are always playing a role. And I know, I know, that the most famous couple use their relationship for PR reasons too, which is totally fine. But where is the love? Why does everything seem so forced? I mean, we are supposedly talking about two people who are in love, married, and happier than ever.

They look really awkward in this video. They don't really know what to do. It got better when they started talking to someone, but when they are alone, it seems so unnatural, as if two acquaintances are standing next to each other. The kiss was awkward too, similar to the LA restaurant one. A little kiss on the mouth, and that's it. His face after the kiss was interesting too. He seemed happier before it happened. You can clearly see that when Chris realizes they are being recorded, he starts talking to her, while up until that point he was rather talking to someone else and not even looking at her. They always make sure somebody is watching them when they are about to show how much they "love" each other.

And I'd also like to talk about this gif (thanks to the person who sent it to me via DM), where you can clearly see he didn't want to pose with her but had to since she made him stay. They posed separately, and then he wanted to go, but she had a different idea.

People say they looked in love, but I don't see it. This was probably his best attempt to sell it, but I wouldn't say it was convincing. Of course he is not going to wipe his mouth; of course he will try harder. This is the VF party, not some kind of pap walk. This is the afterparty of the biggest event in Hollywood. More people will see these contents; more people will see them together. It's also to his benefit not to act like a jerk. But body language doesn't lie. Vibes don't lie. And theirs are always off when they are around each other. It's always hard to pinpoint the exact meaning of this, but the best way to describe it is as being awkward, uncomfortable, and strange. Or as if they always had a fight before they were being photographed and tried to play it off. And two people who are supposedly in love shouldn't give off these vibes or be acting like this.

All in all, it didn't change my mind. However, it showed me that there is still something so weird about them. I guess he could've at least been more convincing in the past years if he tried (I don't think he could've sold this relationship, because again, his body language doesn't lie, but he could've made it better). One thing is for sure: they are awkward together, and everything they do seems so ungenuine.

[transmascissues]

i just got back from my first ever gynecological exam and somehow, despite the doctor being really nice and way more knowledgeable about trans bodies than i was expecting, it still ended up being incredibly upsetting and honestly probably mildly traumatizing. i’m sure it’s no secret to anyone following me that going to the gynecologist is a uniquely shitty experience for a lot of trans guys and i knew that but i really was not prepared for that.

first of all, everything you read says that the pelvic exam and pap smear shouldn’t hurt even if they’re super uncomfortable, but let me tell you, that shit fucking hurt. like, i have a pretty high pain tolerance and usually even when something does hurt i don’t show it very much, but that was maybe the most painful thing i’ve ever had a doctor do to me and it showed. to be fair, i’ve never had good luck with things like that — i couldn’t even use tampons back when i had a period because the one time i did, taking it out was really painful — and i’m on t now so i’m sure that makes things even harder and i was prepared for it to hurt, but i really wasn’t ready for just bad it was. it’s been an hour since the exam finished and there’s still some pain so, yeah, so much for “it’s just uncomfortable, not painful”.

(and a side note: when it did hurt, the doctor told me to relax my muscles because the tension makes it hurt more. what they didn’t seem to realize is that if your brain and body are collectively rejecting the presence of something inside you, making those muscles relax is a fucking herculean task and i for one was not in any way capable of it so it just…kept getting more painful.)

i also was never informed ahead of time of what a pelvic exam actually entails; i had assumed it was a more general external checkup, and that the pap smear was the only really invasive part. as it turns out, i was very wrong, and “pelvic exam” actually means the doctor sticks their finger up you to feel around. she asked me if i was comfortable getting the exam because it was so obvious that the pap smear didn’t go well, but i had no clue what i was saying yes to and it was a total surprise for me when there was something inside me again. and she knew it was my first time, so she had no reason to assume i knew that the exam would be like. by the time i realized i absolutely should not have said yes to it, i was too late and it was already happening. it really feels like common sense that if you’re going to be giving someone what basically amounts to a professional fingering, you should probably make it clear that that’s what’s about to happen, but i guess that doctor would disagree.

and of course, the whole time i was also being misgendered. the doctor used the right name for me, but the other staff didn’t and everything about it was so excessively gendered (i’m pretty sure the appointment i had was literally called a “women’s wellness visit” on the same sheet that had trans man and nonbinary as gender options). not to mention, when i told them i’m getting top surgery and have the exact date set, the nurse made a comment to like“well aren’t you one of the lucky ones,” which really felt like it had “i think trans guys have a super easy time getting surgeries that cis women have to fight for” energy.

and the irony of all this definitely isn’t lost on me — i just did a project this past semester about how trans guys are fucked over by reproductive healthcare practices so a lot of us just never go, and now i got some firsthand experience in exactly why so many of us just say “no fucking way”.

i just want to put this out there for anyone who hasn’t done it before because i think this would have been a lot less awful for me if someone had just told me “yeah, it might hurt way more than you think, and also that thing they call a pelvic exam is actually an internal exam.” i thought i was prepared and i totally wasn’t, so hopefully this will reach someone else who will be better off knowing all of this.

[vintagepascal]

I have an angsty/fluffy request!!!!! I feel like P has been getting more annoyed with the paps lately and I feel like if they stressed out his love he would get so po'ed, so maybe something about him getting mad or anxious about it (thats the angst), and reader comforting him and then some type of fluffy ending? I don't know if that makes sense but I think it's a fun concept. Ty if you decide to write it!!

LETHAL

AN - thanks so much for requesting love! hope this does it justice :) I used the inspo from that article where Pedro says his protective side is lethal hehe

word count - 3,200

rating - mature

content warnings - angst, no smut, fluffy ending, paparazzi involvement, slight catcalling, but literally the sappiest shit you've ever read how tf did I even conjure this shit oh my god

summary - pedro just wants to take his girl out for a nice date night, but someone at the restaurant sells you out

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No one was supposed to know. The two of you had done everything right - called ahead with specific instructions but not given your real names, gone at non peak times, asked for a private table in the back of the restaurant away from the windows, taken your car instead of Pedro’s because it was less recognizable. And still, as Pedro scribbled his signature at the bottom of the receipt, you cautioned a look outside and you realized that what you suspected was true as yet another car pulled up to the curb. 

“Pedrito,” you used your softest voice, reaching across the white tablecloth for his hand. He wrapped your fingers up in his automatically, eyes finding yours. The sparkle in them dulled when he saw the look on your face. “We should probably go.”

“You haven’t finished your wine, amor.” His voice was tight, and you saw him crane his neck to get a view of outside for the first time, though he didn’t have a clear view like you did. It wasn’t hard to guess why you were ready to end an otherwise perfect date night early.

“That’s okay, we have more at home,” you smiled, moving your napkin nicely off your lap and onto the table. The first flash of a bulb went off and you swallowed hard. At the table to your left, you saw your favorite security guard, Mateo, stand up. 

“Time to go,” was all he said. 

You saw Pedro’s hand ball up into a fist, and he sucked in a breath between his teeth. 

“No one was supposed to know we were here. Someone must have tipped them off.” 

You reached for his hand, smiling when he opened up and offered you his fingers to lace your own through. 

“It’s alright.”

“It’s really not,” he countered. You knew he was at his wits end, considering the paps had managed to find him every day this week. He didn’t have much choice since he had to go to the gym each day for training, but he’d begged you to stay in the house as much as you could so they’d leave you alone with the promise of a nice date night on Friday to make up for it. 

“Hey.” You ran a thumb across his cheek quickly, hoping no one had a zoom lens where they could find you somehow. “Let’s just get home, yeah? It’s gonna be fine.” He looked down at you, some of the stone softening in his eyes as he did. He squeezed your hand twice before looking over at Mateo who dutifully began to walk forward. It wasn’t lost on you that he stood in front of you rather than Pedro. 

It was more than you anticipated. As soon as the front door opened you were practically blinded, flash after flash going off. You wove your arm around Pedro’s bicep, trusting him to guide you in the direction the car was in. You walked as quickly as you could in your heels, only slowing slightly when you realized your dress was starting to ride up your thighs a bit. 

You could barely make out most of the words that were being yelled at you, but one voice stood out above the rest of the frenzy.

“Nice legs sexy, let us see em!”

And you weren’t the only one who heard.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Pedro turned, and he would have stopped walking if Mateo’s strong grip on his shoulder hadn’t kept him moving towards the car. 

“Get in the car Pedro,” he said matter of factly, opening the door. Pedro waited for you to slide across the backseat first, blocking the opening just in case your maneuvering revealed anything you didn’t want on display.

“I want his name,” Pedro demanded.

“In the car,” Mateo repeated, shaking his head. Pedro looked at you quickly, saw that you were tucked back into the seat as far as you could be and felt his chest tighten. It didn’t matter then, all he needed was to be closer to you. He ducked in and the door shut behind him.

Mateo was quick to circle around to the driver's seat and you were on the road almost immediately, the crowd already scattering behind you in search of their next victim for the evening. 

“Fucking assholes,” Pedro growled, eyes trained out the back windshield for only a moment before he turned to you. “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” It couldn’t have taken more than 30 seconds for you all to get to the car, but your pulse was racing and your ears were ringing and despite your best efforts, your eyes were watering just slightly from the adrenaline. You fought it and won, determined not to cry and add any more fuel to Pedro’s fire. Very little made him mad, but when you were mistreated, there were no bounds he wouldn’t cross. 

“Are you sure?” He found your hand against the leather, eyes hardening when he felt how clammy it was and realized you were hiding how upset you actually were.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, trying to play it off. “That was just a lot.”

“I’m sorry, so so sorry.” His voice was small again. 

“Don’t apologize for them, amor. You didn’t ask for that, it’s not your fault,” you reminded him, lifting his hand up to your lips and kissing his knuckles softly. This wasn’t a new conversation.

“You wouldn’t have to deal with any of that if you weren’t with-“

“Pedro, stop. You know I don’t care about the pictures.”

“The fucking nerve of that guy to say that shit to you…” You could feel the anger roll off him in waves.

“It’s not the first time I’ve heard some shit like that, it’s not the last-”

“And that makes it okay? That’s supposed to make me feel better about it?” He looked at you, exasperated, and somewhat confused that you weren’t as upset as he was. 

“No, of course it’s not okay, but I can handle it. I’m fine.”

You saw him open his mouth again to argue and you knew it would be futile, so you used your last line of defense. You leaned over and kissed him, bracing your hand on his thigh and molding your lips to his. Of course he kissed you back - he’d never had that much self control, but his lips were unrelenting at first, words unsaid keeping his mind racing and away from you. 

“I’m okay Pedrito,” you murmured, kissing along his jaw, smiling when your lips found the smooth heart shaped gap in his beard. “I’m safe, I’m happy, I’m here with you.” 

Your words pulled him back a fraction, your lips helping his jaw to unlock from where he had it clenched. He ran a warm hand along your thigh, trying to ground himself. 

“Bésame,” you asked. His eyes softened - something about you speaking Spanish always got to him and he obliged you, leaning over to kiss you sweetly. He cupped your face gently, getting lost in you for a few minutes of the drive until you were both satisfied. You settled afterwards, with your head on his shoulder, smiling each time he pressed a kiss to your forehead or your hair. 

But you could still feel the tension in his posture, see it in the way he led you into the house when Mateo parked the car, and you knew the storm hadn’t passed. So it wasn’t a total surprise that Pedro stopped in the living room instead of following his usual path to the bedroom. 

“Hey,” you tried. “I’m going to go change, are you coming?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.” You watched him pull his phone out of his pocket, mind already on his next task. You didn’t push it - his heart was in the right place. Always the protector. And so you went about your evening, changing out of your dress (though it would have been easier with Pedro there to help with the zipper) and into a cute matching pj set, perching in bed and waiting. 

And waiting. And waiting. 

Your patience waned after 15 minutes, and you peeked your head out of the bedroom doorway, only barely able to make out the outline of your boyfriend standing on the living room balcony, the sliding door half open and his agitated voice flowing in. 

You settled yourself with a deep breath and moved back into your room, then to the bathroom and over to the clawfoot tub, starting up a bath. When all else failed, you always turned to water. You took your time doctoring it up with all your favorite products until the bathroom resembled a bit of a spa. The only thing missing then was Pedro. 

So you went in search of him, again unsurprised to see him still on the phone. You caught the tail end of his conversation as you pushed the sliding door out of your way. 

“- had to be someone there… Yes, I can respect that you don’t think it was, but I am very respectfully informing you that you’re fucking wrong. Someone within that building sold us out to the paps, and you’re going to figure out who it was, so I can figure out who the hell was outside harassing my girlfriend and who the fuck they work for.”

You slid your hand up Pedro’s back as a way of announcing your presence, coming around to his side and ducking under his arm that was braced against the railing. You wedged yourself between him and the metal, facing him with a smile that he briefly returned, phone still pressed to his ear. With a wiggle of your fingers you motioned for him to hand it to you, your other hand resting on his hip. 

With a small sigh he gave in, passing you his phone. You could hear the restaurant manager babbling and you muted the mic for a moment so you could speak freely.

“I’ll be right there expired a while ago amor,” you teased.

“I’m sorry baby, I just-”

“Don’t let that dick steal any more of our night. We’re okay. I’m okay. I’m safe, I’m happy, I’m here with you,” you repeated your words from earlier, getting up on your tiptoes to brush your nose against his. His resolve was fading, but there was still a dull fire in his eyes, aching to defend you.

“We don’t get enough time like this as it is, let’s enjoy it, yeah?” You hummed, kissing him only once before checking to see. As expected, it worked, and your Pedro was back, all traces of his anger gone from his face. He took his phone back, hanging up without another thought and slipping it away into his pocket.

“Sorry cariño, I got carried away.”

“Apology accepted in the form of you, in the bathtub with wine in the next two minutes,” you grinned, kissing him again and ducking under his arm before disappearing to the bathroom. 

He didn’t disappoint. You had barely stripped and sunk into the water when he returned, two glasses in one hand with a bottle of wine in an ice bucket in the other. 

“Looks like I missed the show,” he teased, looking down at your pile of clothes on the floor. 

“That’s what happens when you’re late. But hey, I’m in my seat and ready for the next act.”

That got a chuckle out of him, paired with a blush that warmed your heart. He took care of you first, pouring two glasses of wine and passing one to you before he got to work taking off his dinner clothes.

You attempted to dog whistle for him, which only ended in you breathing aggressively on your two fingers with a bit of spit ending up in the bathtub, and Pedro giving you a look of pity before you were both laughing. 

“I’ve really got to teach you how to do that love.”

“Oh shut up and get in here.”

You offered him a hand, scooting up so he could settle in behind you. As soon as he was in the water he was guiding you back to lean on his chest, arms coiling around you to hold you to him as he kissed your temple. 

“Does this mean we’re never going to that restaurant again? Cause my capellini was really good,” you ran your fingers up and down his arm that crossed your chest. 

He was silent for a moment before he spoke. “I can make you good capellini.”

You leaned to the side until you could look back at him, quirking an eyebrow. 

“I… can hire you a chef to make you good capellini,” he grinned sheepishly, laughing as he held you against his chest. You relished in the sound as it echoed off the tiles, kissing his skin. 

“I’m kidding baby, we don’t have to go back,” you reassured him. Deciding you’d spent long enough unable to see his face, you maneuvered so you were next to him instead, resting your cheek on his chest with your legs intertwined under the bubbles. It was blissful, and you only sat up to sip your wine or kiss him. 

You enjoyed the silence and soft kisses, light traces of each other’s skin under the water through your first glass, but your tongue loosened up by the second one. 

“Can I ask you something kinda serious?”

“Anything amor,” he hummed, interest piqued.

“Would you ever trade it? The fame, for getting your privacy back?”

“If you’d asked me that before I met you, I would have said no. But I think the answer now might be yes.”

You pushed up off his chest so you could see his eyes, waiting for him to explain. 

“It comes with my job, and my job is all I ever wanted. It’s been my dream since I can remember. I worked my whole life for it, and somewhere deep down I always knew that there were downsides that would come with it if I ever made it big. You hear the horror stories of the crazy people, the stalkers, the paparazzi. And when you’re just trying to make it, it almost makes you jealous in a way. It’s like ‘damn, well if anybody gave a fuck about who I was maybe I’d have to worry about that’. And then you get your break-”

“And people are asking to put their thumbs on your eyeballs in the streets of NYC,” you grin.

“Yeah, yeah exactly. But when it was just me, I could always stomach it because it was also a reminder of like ‘hey, you made it. This is happening because you made it into the big leagues’, you know? But it’s not a fun or glamorous part of it. And now it’s affecting the people I love, and I can’t do normal fucking things, like take you out on a normal date night without us getting swarmed. And you deserve that. You deserve to get your capellini in peace, and I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to give you that, because that part of my life is always going to be there.”

The sadness on his face brought tears to your eyes, and you turned his face to look at you.

“You’re worth it Pedro.” 

The sadness didn’t budge.

“I mean it,” you continued. “You’re worth all of it. You’re worth more.”

The next kiss was deeper. His lips caught yours with a new appreciation, his teeth catching your bottom lip making your breath freeze in your chest. His arms moved under the water, shifting your body around until you were straddling his thighs, your elbows braced on his shoulders, fingers in his wet hair. 

When you finally broke free to catch your breath, he was looking up at you as if you’d hung the moon. 

“I need you to remind me of that. On the bad days,” he whispered. It wasn’t often that he asked you for reassurances, and the entire premise of it made you melt. 

“Of course baby. Of course I will. You’re always going to be worth it to me, because I love you.” 

“I love you more.”

You shook your head at that, folding down to rest your head on his shoulder. He traced his finger over your spine, back and forth slowly as he kissed your skin. 

“You know, we don��t have to stay in LA when you aren’t filming,” you mused after a few minutes.

“Where would you want to go love? I’ll take you wherever you like.”

“No, I don’t mean a vacation. I mean, we’re in the worst city for privacy in the world. Even New York is better than here, and we already have your place there.” 

He pondered it for a moment, twirling a piece of your hair in his fingers. “I wouldn’t mind spending more time in New York. Don’t know that it would solve our paparazzi problem though, they’re still pretty bad there.”

“Then we could go even further. Not long term, but I mean hell. Oscar has that second house in Hawaii he always offers to us, you know he’d let us stay. Or we could go to Chile, see your family.” 

“Chile? You’d go to Chile?”

“Why not?” You asked. “I mean, I don’t know that I’d want to move that far away, but of course I’d love to go for longer than just the few days we got to go last time.”

“You’d do that for me?” 

You weren’t sure if it was the wine, or the pure bewilderment on his face, or maybe the realization that he just couldn’t fathom how much you truly loved him, but you began to laugh. 

“What do I have to do to get it through that brain of yours hmm?” 

“You’re worth it-” you punctuated it with a kiss before you continued. “I love you-” another. “I’d do anything for you.” He was smiling then, leaning up to meet you. “I’d go anywhere with you.”

“Yeah?” He murmured against your lips, chasing you in a bid to kiss you longer. 

“I’d marry you tomorrow if you asked.” The words stumbled off your tongue before you could stop them, but you didn’t care, you were too wine drunk and in love to think about them.

Pedro caught them though, kissing you again with a smile and waiting for you to lean back. 

“Tomorrow huh?” 

You blushed as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Well in that case I need to call the jeweler and see if they’re still open this late.” He dramatically pretended to check his watch, making you roll your eyes at his antics.

“Ah yes, nothing like a Friday night ring shopping escapade.”

“Who says I still need to shop? I bet they’d let me pick it up, it should be done.” 

You felt your mouth drop open, but you couldn’t quite find the muscles to close it. Pedro kept his smug smile for a moment, basking in it as he reached up with his finger on your chin. 

“You’re worth it,” he returned your words, leaning up to kiss you again. “I’d do anything for the future Mrs. Balmaceda Pascal.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Telling them you love them for the first time

Some tooth rotting fluff to make up for the angst last night!!

Shorter hcs cuz I'm EEPY, apologies for any OOC stuff <\3

Slenderman;

Hes good at reading you, so he already knew that you held at least some considerable amount of affection for him

And sometimes, inside your head, he'd tell you how much he adored you... but either of you ever said the L word

You'd think that an ancient forest cryptid would be prepared for such a word, and yet..

when you first said it, he visibly froze. For the first time since you've met him, he seemed to be.... lost

He didnt say anything, but that wasnt out of character. . He hardly spoke, even in your head

After a moment of processing, his body eased, and he simply. Pulled you close, with his tentacles. Still not saying a word

It was a rather bizarre experience, actually, especially considering he began to cacoon you in his tendrils

Definitely one that needs to get used to it, but doesnt seem to take it negatively

Please hes still learning human romance

Splendorman;

Unlike his brother, Splendor has a better grasp of what human romance is like, what with him mingling with people all the time

Hes much more vocal, too, so when you finally say the three words..

He squeals after processing what you said, before giggling, and beginning to bounce on his heels

He doesnt care if hes being... embarrassing? Hyper? Giddy?

Hes over the moon, scoops you up if he knows you'd be comfortable with it-

-boundaries are important!

Hes giddy for the rest of the day

No

Hes giddy for the rest of the week

Also admits he loves you as well, probably says it everyday at least once tbh

Laughing Jack;

Comically stops in the middle of whatever he was doing; even if he has to break the laws of physics (clown logic)

Eyes you for a minutes

Snorts

"Aww! I love ya too toots!" Stretches his arm over, likely across the room, to lightly pap your cheek before snapping his arm back into place

Easily one of the most chill about it

But you can see a new pep in his step afterwards and his giggling seems to ramp up

Sorry his is so short but I really think this is all Jack would react with 😭😭

Eyeless Jack;

Given how I usually write for him, you can bet that his reaction will be...

Well he just doesnt expect it, ever. He truly thinks that hes unlovable, given that whole "hey I'm turning into a man eating monster" thing

So when you say it, hes stunned for a few seconds like slender was. Dead quiet for another couple of seconds

Rather than holding you, though, he just asks why

I mean you could have gone out with anyone, you could have left and never came back; he was certain you would eventually

But this..

Complicates with his current doubts..

He'll ask you if you meant it, too

Despite the... initial response, with the denial, his behavior around you seems to become more relaxed

Let's loose, really

Well not totally; it's a process!

He'll ask you for reassurance a fair number of times

Masky;

Masky already shows wordless affections a lot

From cheesy gifts like flowers and (stolen) treats

To..

Sitting at the foot of your bed watching you sleep at night

Hey hes protecting you!

Realizing that I kinda write him like a stray cat

Gives you birds and rats every morning/j

No but back on track, you two are already fairly affectionate to one another in your own quirky ways

He'll never say the words verbally, as I personally hc he doesn't talk (if he does, its RARE), but he'll sure as hell express it in his own ways

He doesn't seem phased when you say it

You mean to tell him that anytime you reciprocated his kind gestures that wasnt you letting him know you love him?

You notice his gift giving seems to pick up

Otherwise, nothing seems to change

.....he does seem more open to physical affection.... more likely to hold and cuddle you..... that totally isnt related...... totally......

Hoodie;

Very similar to masky but his way of affection is more.... not watching you sleep

He was already open to physical affection, he cant seem to keep his hands off you

Now that just be my way of writing brian bleeding into how I write hoodie

Which

Considering they're kinda... the same person(?), it makes sense that some mannerisms would overlap

His back straightens up and he seems to.. brighten up when you say it though

He points to himself, and you repeat the phrase

He'll sign it back, and the two of you just

Carry on

Very anticlimactic, but I also feel its realistic in a way; you both already love each other and know it, saying it out loud doesnt really change a thing if its already a clear truth; at least for Hoodie

[daisybianca]

pairing: carlos sainz jr. x femalereader

summary: the race track is a flurry of motion as cars speed down the road, engines roaring. but one car, driven by your boyfriend, Carlos, slips, crashes, skids across the track, and bursts into flames.

warnings: mentions of injuries

YOU STAND AMONG the crowd at the WAGS stand, waiting for your boyfriend, Carlos, to race past.

The sun beats down on your skin, and the smell of sunblock mixed with the adrenaline of the race fills the air. The fans cheer as the cars roar past, and you scan the track for any sign of Carlos.

You exhale a breath of relief because it is the last lap and your noyfriend is in third place. The leaders are Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc.

You're enjoying the race when suddenly, a loud noise startles you.

The sounds from the crowd around you fade away as you catch sight of Carlos' wrecked car on the track.

"Oh my God, Carlos!" you cry out.

The other WAGS instantly rush to tou, their words of reassurance blurring together in the background. You're barely even aware of their presence. All you can see is the fire and the rescuers working to reach your boyfriend.

You turn to face the track and see Carlos' car crashing into the pavement on a dangerous turn. The impact sends sparks flying, and smoke begins to fill the air. Some people rush to the scene, trying to pull Carlos out of the car before it's too late.

In the midst of it all, you can't help but feel grateful for Lando. As soon as he sees the accident, he stops his car and runs to help.

You watch with bated breath as the rescuers work quickly and efficiently. A sense of panic rises within you, and your heart races as you wonder if your boyfriend will make it out alive.

The pain and despair you feel at that moment are almost too much to bear. You strain your eyes, watching their every move and waiting for any sign of hope. But as you see the car burst into flames, your heart sinks into your stomach.

As you try to compose yourself, you can't help but think about the dangers of the racing lifestyle. You realize that your love for Carlos comes with a high risk, and you're not sure how to navigate it. But at the same time, you feel like he's the only one who truly understands you and makes you feel alive.

As you stand there, your heart racing and your eyes heavy with tears, you pray that Carlos will be okay.

You feel a few flashes flickering around you and you feel resentment towards the paps who seem to care more about taking photos than the well-being of the person they're capturing in the frame.

As the rescue team pulls Carlos from the burning wreckage, you watch with a mix of emotion- fear, relief, and anger.

They rush him away, probably to the medical center of Ferrari.

Now you can breathe a little more easily.

You know that he's a fighter, after all. And the strongest person you've ever known as well.

[mxtantrights]

the shopping incident

this is a snippet from the famous dc! au that started with The Greatest Hits [read here] you don't have to read it but a lot of things would make sense if you do!

The whole pap thing started happening after there was buzz about the video with you and Jason. You know that Jason said his brother handled it as best he could online but these things have a way of rearing its ugly head anyways.

Which is why you can't leave the thrift store you are in now because there is a small swarm of paparazzi outside waiting and biding their time. They wanna ask you about the video, they wanna ask you about Jason. They wanna take a picture of you when they do so they can say they caught you off guard.

You don't know what else to do besides not leave. Leaving means facing the wrath of camera lenses and mics and hidden mics and raunchy questions and baseball capped people trying to make a living off your privacy.

So, with not know what to do you call the only person you know who can help you. You tap away on your phone until you get to his contact and then you send him a text.

you: tips on how to deal with paps?

Three ellipses show up hurriedly. You're not sure what Jason's up to these days but he's probably busy. It makes you feel guilty for even reaching out to him. You want to unsend the text but you can't, he's already seen it.

Jason: are you okay?

you: yeah yeah, just wondering how I can get from this store to my car without doing anything stupid.

Jason: just don't answer anything. are you alone?

you: yeah I just wanted to look in this store for a moment but I forgot I wasn't exactly a browse-in-the-store normal person.

Jason: happens to the best of us

you: including you?

Jason: well with a face like this I kinda can't forget I'm not normal

you: how do you walk around with a head that large?

You laugh at his joke. And when you pick your head up you are face to face with a man. A regular looking man, about your height. He's got a smile on his face.

"Sorry I'm not here to intrude or anything, I just wanted to know if you are gonna buy something?" he asks.

That's when you look down at his shirt. More specifically the tag on his shirt that reads: Manager and his name underneath the title, Ron.

You take a deep breath, "You know what, I really was looking around and I saw some things that I liked but the group outside is really getting to me."

He nods his head as if he understands. In your mind you think, maybe he does. This is California, he's most likely had this shop for a while now. He has to know what it's like. Yeah.

"Well you're free to wait them out however long you want, I just don't have a back-door option at the moment since construction is happening in the next building over." he explains.

Well, there goes any plan of sneaking out of here. You choke down a sigh and smile anyways.

"Thanks Ron. I think I should shop anyways, why let them get the best of me?" you rhetorically ask.

He gives you a thumbs up and then he's walking away to assist another customer. You look back down at your phone. Its on silent meaning you didn't see all the texts coming through from Jason.

Jason: learned from my father

Jason: you should ask the owner if theres a backdoor.

Jason: I promise it's not a big deal hun

Jason: hey?

Jason: Did something happen??

Jason: Hello??

You are quick to reply back, worried that you made him sick with his own worry.

you: Sorry was talking with the owner. no back door.

Jason: that's okay. do you wanna wait it out?

you: honestly no. I'm hungry and I have food at home waiting for me

Jason: okay pick up the phone

You're confused why he says that. Then that confusion is met with realization when his caller ID pops up on your phone. You hit accept faster than you have before and raise your phone to your ear.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" he asks.

You snicker, "Oh I'm feeling like I'm in a gilded cage. How's your afternoon?"

"Well I was stuck in a meeting for this role I didn't want so thanks for getting me out of that." he answers.

With the phone tucked into your ear by your shoulder you can look around the store now. Its filled with things that you like. Trinkets that couldn't be explained in your home, shoes that you have no business wearing. Things like that.

"You keep calling me when you're busy and people are gonna think I'm the bad guy." you speak.

On the other end you can hear him laugh. A sound you like to hear, a sound you miss not being on set with him for a while now. That's soon to change with pre-production ending in the coming weeks and filming set to start in a month after if all goes well.

In front of you is an assortment of things. Your hand reaches for a motorcycle helmet first. It's a cherry red color. And it's a bit scraped up but you think that adds to the velour of it all. It's funky looking. You have no use for this other than it would look bad ass in your home.

"Too bad. Anyways, when do you plan on leaving?" he asks.

You pick up the helmet and examine it with both hands now. It's not shiny, but you can see your reflection in it nonetheless. Pretty cool.

"As soon as I finish what I came here to do, which is shop." you answer.

"Do tell, is this the sexy time kind of shopping or is this groceries?"

You laugh and place the helmet back carefully. Your hand reaches for the next thing. A green book that looks worn out a bit but still in good condition. You read the spine and your eyes go wide.

Oh this is gonna be good.

"I'm not buying anything you can think dirty thoughts about you creep. Besides I think groceries can be sexy." you reply.

"Very sexy hun." he retorts.

You grab the book with your hand and walk over to the register. This was it. You needed something to say that you weren't unnerved by the paps outside, that they didn't manage to derail your plans. And you needed also to get the hell out of here.

So you slide the book onto the cashier table.

"Hey are you still free two weeks from now?" you ask.

"Yeah, I thought we had plans." he answers.

"We do, we do. But maybe we just move them to somewhere private." you speak.

"Of course, we can. Your place or mine?" He asks now.

You realize how you might answer in the privacy of your own home is a bit scandalous for the public setting you're in right now. So you erase the joke you have for him in your head and go for something appropriate.

"Mine." you say simply.

You sigh out your wallet from your bag. The cashier prompts you for your card and you give it to them. A quick swipe and then your book is getting wrapped and put into a regular brown back.

"Good. Tell me when you're about to leave." he says.

"I'm checking out at the register now." you answer.

The cashier gives you your card back first. You put it back into your wallet and drop it into your bag. Then you are handed the shopping bag.

"Okay stay on the phone with me when you walk out." Jason says.

You mumble a thank you to the cashier. And then you gussy up the courage to walk out the front door. You opt to hold your phone up to your ear, giving your shoulder a break.

"Walking out now." you say as you push open the glass door.

As soon as the California air hits you, the cameras do too. The questions are shouted. Yelled. Thrown at you. You keep your head down a bit. Where you parked your car is at the forefront of your mind.

So much so that you don't fully register what Jason is saying to you on the other end of the phone. You just hum along until you are finally at your car. Then you unlock your doors, set the bag down in the passenger seat and get inside.

The car door closes and you let out a breath. The paps are still outside but they are immediately less loud. And they can't come in here. Some seem to back off a bit.

"Okay?" you finally hear Jason ask.

"Yeah yeah, I'm in my car now. I'm good." you speak.

"Good. Good. Okay. Do you want me to let you go now?" he asks.

You put your phone on speaker and put it into the cup holder. Silently you let out a ragged breath. It's rough and you sit back into your seat.

"Yeah, I think I'll be fine." you answer.

"Text me if you're not. And text me when you get home." Jason says.

"I will. Thanks again Jay."

"No problem. Gotta go."

"Alright, bye."

Your phone buzzes. Call disconnected. Your mind is able to calm down now being in the vehicle of transportation to get you away from the madness. And after hearing Jason-wait a minute.

That's when it hits you. Jason. Jason, on the phone. As you were walking out to your car in the flurry of paps, questions and snapping cameras, he called you something.

He called you baby.

[punsmaster69]

16/NOV/20XX

had a funky dream.

not getting into it, but i think i was.. a ghost, or somethin'.

dunno.

anyway,

breaking a guideline right now.

i'm very tired.

haven't felt quite right since waking up.

mind's been all over the place.

but i have to do this page.

for one, papyrus already took my place yesterday, and there's no chance i'm making him do this again.

and two,

he can't really write about what's on 𝘮𝘺 conscience.

this whole journal started to organize my thoughts, right?

i'll do that for once.

——

[Scratched out paragraphs.]

it's really hard to start this kind of thing properly, huh?

[More scribbling.]

screw it.

i know everyone's worried about me.

i know i'm probably not helping my case much by trying to distance myself.

guess my thought process is sort of;

if i dust, then maybe separating myself before will make it easier on everyone.

...

the other day made me kinda wake up and realize that..

i'm sort of just making that worse.

don't know. it's complicated.

but, know i'm..

giving up on it.

at least somewhat.

probably.

——

what else is rattling around in my skull?

oh.

keep being compared to a father-figure.

that..

it's.

something.

maybe i'd enjoy it.

specifically, paps said i'm like a parent to frisk.

being the kid's dad.. can't say it's a thought i really hate or anything. love that little dork. but when i'm not even into

not even dating their mom it's sorta...

i don't know.

hard to find the right words for it.

new thought it is.

...'bout tori.

she's on my mind a lot, too.

way more than i'd like to admit.

.......

huh.

weird. i suddenly can't find the words for this either.

guess i gotta stop thinking about it and write something else.

...

or just go to bed.

that sounds better, actually.

[notoriousbeb]

Why is Harry Styles All Over TTPD? A Timeline

TTPD Notes Glossary

Upon much ponderation and rabbit-hole-ing I think a truly stunning chunk of tracks on this double album (18) are about Harry.  

What will likely be my Haylor magnum opus is under the cut because it is a bit lengthy. Good luck. Or I'm sorry??

I think they both pined for each other for years (well documented amongst the Haylors).  

Then she split with Joe Alwyn before she left London for the Eras Tour, but she waited to make the announcement public (probably to give him time to pack up his shit and get out of their shared house) until April 8. However, excited to be “Fresh Out the Slammer,” she reached out to Harry ASAP.  

I realize I might sound like an absolute raving lunatic, but I legit think Harry was at Taylor’s Arlington, Texas, Eras Tour shows, at the end of March/beginning of April 2023, and followed her to New York City for several days. 

While Harry was tied up finishing up the Asian leg of his tour until March 25, I think he came almost straight to her after that, and love-bombed the shit out of her in his excitement.

But then right before he had to leave for tour, with a stopover in LA for the Satellite video and Late Late Show shoots, he gave her some sort of pulling-away speech about taking a pause or pulling back or something, (I’d wager because of the two world tours), which she took as a total rejection, which caused her to lose it and move on to the disaster we call Matty. 

Then, in June, he met Taylor Russell in London. And maybe they were just friends at first, but then Taylor Swift started messing around with Matty, and then in July she started dating Travis and it went public in September. So, I suppose at that point Harry figured, "Okay, to hell with it."  

And now, somewhere in London, I imagine their shared good mate, Ed Sheeran, has a pounding headache and wishes he still drank whiskey.  

I hope the truth of it all someday comes to light in a tell-all book or movie. Or, at the very least, it would be nice if some more clarity surfaces in one of their albums, or a record by Ed.  

Oh, and I think Stevie Nicks, of all fucking people, knows the tea. She considers both of them “like [her] children.” She gave them both matching crescent moon necklaces. And has performed with them. And she wrote the intro poem for this record. Read that and tell me it doesn’t match the story I’ve written in my head. Stevie knows.

And now, the timeline.

There are, I shit you not, about a fortnight of possible days (March 29/30-April 12, 2023) where they could have been together...

March 29/30

Harry likely leaves Toyko after his March 25 show. Love on Tour doesnt start up again until May 13 in Horsens, Denmark.

March 31

Eras Tour is in Arlington, Texas, for N1. It's a rain show. She replaces "Invisible String” with "The 1." The surprise songs were "Sad Beautiful Tragic" and "Ours." Read all my notes on TTPD and go watch these two live performances again. They're...really something.

April 1

She sings "Death by a Thousand Cuts" and "Clean."

April 2

She sings "Jump then Fall" and "The Lucky One."

April 3-6

Neither of them are seen these three days.

April 7

Harry is spotted at baggage claim in Atlanta

April 9

Harry is at the Master's Golf Tournament

April 10

Maybe this is when he leaves her. Taylor goes out for drinks with Jack and Margaret. However, this was an obvious pap walk (the day she had those butterfly jeans on); were the paps maybe called to this location to lure them away from her apartment so a certain person might or might not have could arrive unnoticed after a golf tournament in Atlanta?

April 12

In the afternoon, Harry is spotted with his trusty brown duffel bag (sporting an air travel tag) leaving the gym in LA. In NYC, Taylor is pictured on the roof of Electric Lady (maybe shooting music video?) with a Gucci lion ring just like Harry's but with a green stone. I Mr not the 10th, I think this evening was when he said whatever he said that made her so sad; maybe he thought they should take a pause until their tours were over? Maybe he decided their combined spotlights were just too big to overcome? Who knows? Not me. But my nosy ass wants to know!

April 13

Eras Tour in Tampa N1. Taylor cries during “Lover" and "Champagne Problems.” People think it's about Joe. I think it's not.

April 14

Eras Tour in Tampa N2. She plays "The Great War" (performed with Aaron Dessner) and "You're On Your Own, Kid."

April 15

Eras Tour in Tampa N2. She plays "Treacherous."

April 21

Eras Tour in Houston N1. She plays "Wonderland" and "You're Not Sorry" (these choices seem…significant. In a not good way.)

April 22

N2 in Houston. She plays "A Place in This World" and "Today Was a Fairytale" (for her mom, who I am sure was being a rock for her at this trying time)

April 23

N3 in Houston. She plays "Begin Again" and "Cold as You"

April 27 and 28

Harry does shoots for the "Satellite" music video and the last episode of the Late Late Show. The scenes for the music video aren't used. In my opinion his face looks puffy on Late Late (maybe from crying?)

Eras Tour Atlanta N1 Taylor sings "The Other Side of the Door" and "Coney Island."

April 30

Eras Tour Atlanta N3 she sings "I Bet You Think About Me" and "How You Get the Girl." She cries again during “Champagne Problems."

May 5-7

Ah, the Nashville Era's Tour shows. Such fond, fond memories. She sang “Sparks Fly,” “Teardrops on My Guitar,“ "Out of the Woods,” “Fifteen” (Abigail was there, and she dedicated this one to her)," Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve” with Aaron Dessner and “Mine” (also Speak Now drop).

May 11

Dinner with Matty and Jack and Margaret at Casa Cipriani in NYC

Is it possible the villainy of Matty is that he planted the original story in The Sun that he and Taylor were dating? It ran May 3, two days before he showed up (from Asia) to the Eras Tour play with Phoebe Bridgers as the opening act in Nashville. I just always thought that was odd. Maybe he had a big fat mouth.

May 12

Eras Tour Philadelphia N1. She played “Gold Rush” and “Come Back…Be Here” (Aww, girl….)

May 13

LOT picks up again in Horsens, Denmark. He's smiling to himself all cute like during "Fine Line." Plus he played "Stockholm Syndrome" for the first time in yeeeears and looked delighted. :(

Taylor's surprise songs were “Forever & Always” and “This Love.”

May 15

I think this is when shit hit the fan. Maybe it’s that H was avoiding her for some reason. Or she just thought he was. I just wonder if she was mistaken...Maybe it was all a misunderstanding that spiraled out of control. (I'm sorry, did that come out desperate? Because I feel desperate).

Either way, she leaves Electric Lady studios with Matty in tow.

May 18

"The Black Dog" is recorded at Electric Lady. "Six weeks of breathing clean air/I still miss the smoke." If we're being very specific from this date, that's April 6.

May 19

She plays "Should've Said No" and "Better Man." (Well, that's seems...not good.)

May 20

Ah, the day of the “Question…?” and “Invisible” combo. (Oh, Tay). Matty is seen entering Taylor's apartment with a big Louis bag full of what many people believe is the typewriter. I always assumed it was a synthesizer or some kind of recording equipment. ¯\_(ツ)_/

May 25

This is the last day she was seen with Matty (and the chorus of angels sang)

May 26

Era's Tour Metlife N1. She sings “Getaway Car” with Jack Antonoff and “Maroon” (this was a very angry face Maroon). To me, at this point, Matty hasn't had enough time to ghost her yet (she just saw him the previous night) and thus doesn't yet deserve such an angry Maroon face. Point number bizillion that this song is about Harry Edward Mothafucken Styles.

May 27

Metlife N2. She sings “Holy Ground” and “False God," and cries.

[lindszeppelin]

I used to live in LA and I back up your friend saying paparazzi aren’t waiting for people, even in Malibu. I’ve literally never seen paparazzi but I’ve seen famous people. Like, REALLY famous people- who have been famous for decades and even in one instance was in the middle of a HUGE legal scandal. No paparazzi (and the legal scandal one was in 2019 so still very recent therefore regarding the same climate as how this stuff works now).

I don’t want to dislike Kaia (it doesn’t really feel good to dislike people, or at least it isn’t productive) but the more I realized the UK Daily Mail has been covering her or at least her family from birth, the more I realized she really isn’t anything special and just had PR this whole time. So many people still don’t know who or what a Kaia Gerber even is because not everyone loves fashion, we don’t live in a monoculture anymore where everyone is consuming the same content, and she’s hasn’t even done a lot in Hollywood besides being an obvious nepo baby by being so bad at acting and yet…she gets “caught” by the paps getting her damn green drinks and going to the gym? Make it make sense. That’s totally orchestrated. I can’t trust anything out of Kaia Gerber’s mouth once I put that all together. I know a lot of stars do this, but most actually have talent and we all know that she lol…doesn’t exactly have talent!

It’s all also a play from the Kris Jenner bible ( her and Cindy are friends…) by creating publicity and forcing relevance. Nothing is real or organic ( not even her social media…8 or 9 million last time I checked and yet most ppl I know in real life have never heard of her… #ThingsThatMakeYouGoHmmmm). Side note: has anyone ever investigated her social media stats on social blade (blaze?) or does nobody care enough about her to look into it?

When people wonder why Austin and Kaia are hiding…it’s because they can easily hide. Maybe Deux Moi spotting or fans on cell phones sometimes, but again, we’re not in a monoculture so not everyone knows who they are enough to care if they saw them (and I say this as an Austin fan who’s glad he’s getting his flowers; however he only recently made it in a major mainstream way and not everyone saw Elvis/are now learning more about him via MOTA and Dune. All due respect to him but he’s still being cemented into culture in real time and isn’t say, Matt Damon yet…but hey probably one day!). Also regarding both LA and New York, as your friend said, celebrities are around so we largely don’t care and do not take pics when we see them. It’s soooo easy to hide as a celebrity. It’s ridiculous when people act like the paps invade a celebrity’s privacy or that Austin (or anyone else for that matter) must be “hiding” and can’t be living a normal life. HA.

Final thought: even though I said Austin is just getting warmed up, let’s be real and admit he’s more respected than Kaia and likely more liked/known regarding household name recognition. And yet KAIA is papped more than her bf who was nominated for an Oscar?!? And people think that’s just an organic occurrence? 😂😂😂😂😂😂 People need to do some critical thinking and realize what’s happening here!

holy shit i love coming back home from dinner and seeing this beauty in my inbox

you said everything so flawlessly that we have been thinking and saying for a long time, and it's great that you put it in these terms. nothing is ever real or organic about kaia, and kaia with austin together. there are a lot of people her age with talent that i can respect, but she has zero talent and only gets what she does through her parents and by dating austin. it's simple as that. her dating austin was just another PR maneuver to keep her relevant.

[writersarchivex]

Just The Costume Designer Pt. 2: Elvis x Reader

don’t know how many words, but the first part did so well. rushed!!!! so sorry! but here you go ❤️

part one: click here loves <3

Being official together meant a lot of things to the both of you. First of all, you and Elvis had very busy schedules. Yours was tamer, getting to trade in late nights at the office for bringing your work home. Elvis couldn't really bring his work home.

You had moved into Graceland after realizing that the paps were unbearable. Graceland had grown to be your only safe haven. It was that for a lot of people.

You noticed that no matter how stressed Elvis was, the minute he walked through the door, a weight was lifted off his shoulders. It amazed you.

You were laid in the hotel bed, with a glass of wine. Papers were spread all over the place. You only really designed for Elvis, but of course you still had to approve of your employees work and make notes. This was your new normal. Vegas, work, Elvis. Repeat.

You had seen him play loads of time, and after feeling the pressure to go to every concert, you decided to call it quits. You went to see it when it was convenient for you. He understood completely. Respected it even. He liked that there was a bit of separation from you and "work".

The phone rang causing you to jump a little.

"Hello?" You answered.

"Y/N. We need you at the venue- Elvis needs you."

You immediately snapped up.

"Jerry what happened."

After the phone call ended, you were getting dressed as fast as you could, decided to wear one of his plain white shirts and some blue jeans. You were in a rush.

Your hair was a bit messy, just thrown up into a bun, and you still had your glasses on. Probably for the best because you would be taking one of his cars.

This made you nervous, but of course, you made it happen. You knew how to drive, maybe just not well.

It wasn't as busy as you had thought, mainly just parked cars. The lights were beautiful, but you had to focus.

Making your way to were Jerry said he was, you had no idea what to think. You didn't hear anything he said past. 'Elvis needs you.'

This wasn't like him. Not at all.

You finally found Jerry after getting a bit turned around.

"Jerry!" You ran up to him, feeling more and more panicked with each step.

"Y/N. Fuck I'm glad you're here. " Jerry cursed, pulling me in for a hug.

You could hear Elvis on stage. He was alive at least.

"Listen. All I know is he's not good. Found out tonight that Tom ain't who he says he is. Been lying the whole time. Don't even have citizenship."

Your eyes grew wide. You knew something was severely off about him.

"I tried to tell EP. The minute the words came out my mouth he passed out. Like on the floor,"

"Then Tom had Dr. Nick inject him with something, and now he's preformin'. He dont look right Y/N. Not at all."

You nodded, trying to take in the information. A lot of emotions were flooding through your body.

Anger. Hurt. Worry. Disbelief.

Jerry and You turned towards the stage at the mention of the Colonel's name.

Elvis was beyond angry.

"You are fired! Fired! Fired." He slurred out as Tom made his way on stage.

Luckily, the curtains had closed.

Before the man was able to reach EP, you bounded across stage.

"Don't you go near him."

You were furious, and before you knew it, you had slapped the old man. Clear across the face.

You were shoked at your own actions and apparently so was everyone else. You heard a couple of gasps coming from behind you.

"Now, Mr. Presley-"

"You're fired." Elvis cut Tom off, before he had even finished his sentence.

As Tom walked off, you turned to look at EP.

He was sitting on his knees, glaring at the gold curtain. It was like his brain had shut itself off.

"Jesus Christ what did they give him Jerry?" You exlaimed, running carefully towards the man.

It was like Elvis couldn't even tell you were there. You knelt in front of him, brushing some of his hair away from his forehead. He needed to get out of these clothes. They were tight, and hot. You would know, you designed them.

"Let's get him to the hotel, I have his car. I'll take it after we get there."

Jerry nodded at you as you slowly stood Elvis up.

He was barely lucid. You had no idea what to do for him.

"Come on baby, I got you."

The ride to the hotel was uneventful. You managed to get Elvis out, with Jerry's help of course, without many people seeing him. Being harassed was the last thing any of you needed or wanted tonight.

Getting Elvis in bed would be the biggest challenge.

You told Jerry he could go to his room after the two of you made it to the suite. He was hesitant , but he knew you could handle it.

Elvis was still staring off into the distance. This was the quietest he had ever been.

You sat him down on the couch before going to the room you shared to get him some clothes.

You made the bed messily, and put water on the nightstand, and the trashcan behind his side.

"Come on EP. We gotta get some rest okay?" You said gently, standing him up.

He was more unbalanced now, putting more and more weight on you. You didn't mind.

You helped him get undressed, realizing how uncomfortable he must've been.

He was in a more comfortable outfit when he finally spoke.

"Mama, I don't feel all that well."

His voice was hoarse, and he had bags under his eyes.

Your heart broke for him.

"Oh sweetheart,"

You kissed his forehead, before helping him to the bed.

You wiped his face gently with a cold washcloth, dragging it down to his neck as well. You were doing everything you could, just hoping he would be a bit more comfortable.

"The Colonel, he."

"Baby. Focus on you tonight, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

You hand was on his cheek, thumb lightly rubbing back and forth.

He nodded. Still not himself.

The night went pretty smoothly. You weren't able to sleep hardly at all.

You finally fell asleep around three in the morning, only to be woken an hour later.

Elvis was throwing up.

It was definitely a sight, he was crumpled beside the bed, hand gripping the beside table.

"Honey what can I do?" You questioned, standing up to cut the bathroom light on.

You knew how he was about lights when he didn't feel too hot. Just a little was okay, but it would be out of the question to turn the bedroom lights on.

You sat beside him, and held a wet rag to his neck. After he had wrapped up the heaving, you told him to sip the water while you took care of the mess.

Walking through the living room with the trash can you were muttering about all the ways you could brutally kill Tom Parker, perhaps not your finest moment.

Elvis was still on the floor when you returned.

You pulled him on the bed, choosing to sit behind him so he could lay.

His head found its way to your upper thigh, as you ran your fingers through his hair.

You decided then that as soon as he was better a shower would be in order.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do Y/N,"

You were at a loss, you didn't either. The Colonel had Elvis in a financial bind, nothing about the contract allowed any wiggle room.

"You are Elvis Aaron Presley. You will survive this."

You felt this was okay enough, hoping it would comfort him. Even just a little bit.

"I'm gonna take you home tomorrow, okay? To Graceland. You should see Lisa. Maybe go to your mama's grave and visit. I'll make you some dinner, and you can sleep in your own bed. Then if you're ready to come back, we will."

He nodded, eyes drooping as he began to doze off.

You were happy that he was letting go a bit. He needed rest. He needed his home. Real food. A real shower. The outdoors. His daughter.

He needed normal.

You couldn't help but notice that he was gripping your leg, like you would disappear any minute. This made you smile. It eased your worry knowing that you could be of comfort to him.

The next day was better. You woke up before him, deciding to make some breakfast for him.

While everything was cooking, you cleaned up a little bit. Doing his laundry, organizing his music papers, dusting, whatever you saw you cleaned. This was a nervous habit you had picked up from your mother. You figured it would be nice to leave the hotel in good shape.

After breakfast was made, you knew you could give him a bit of time to sleep before he woke up.

You made sure both of your bags were back, of course Elvis had a lot more stuff.

Like , way more.

“Darlin?”

Elvis was standing behind you , looking a little better than he did last night. A lot better.

“Hey EP, there’s breakfast.”

You couldn’t help but smile as he looked around the room.

He walked over to you as he envolped you in a hug.

“Thank you mama. You’ve done so much.”

He laughed a little, which confused you a bit.

What could be possibly be laughing at?

“You slapped the colonel. Very sexy.” He smiled, which caused your face to flush red .

Well at least his humor is still intact.

@xcallmetaniax

[adultswiftie]

The Alchemy

I'll preface this by saying that I see a lot of theories going around tying "The Alchemy" to all of her lyrics about golden love and how alchemy is a failed attempt to create gold out of lead, and those are probably right.

But.

For whatever reason - track placement, title, vibes, whatever - I have been low key assuming that The Alchemy will be one of the few tracks we get about life after meeting Travis. And today I was thinking about the insane level of interest in the two of them, the paparazzi in his life, etc., and realizing that this is the first time that's really happened to one of her boyfriends. People pay attention to them, of course, but the fact that he is now as obsessively papped as she is? Even when she's not there, and the paps KNOW she's not there?

There's something about the alchemy of the two of them together, two people who are both at the top of their game, two people who are both beloved in their own circles, etc. etc. that has just captured the imagination and created magic for the public. And I presume, based on the eye test, for them as well.

So, tossing my hat and my theory into the ring. 'The Alchemy' is about the unexpected creation of something unexpected and amazing when she met Travis. Looking at alchemy as something magic rather than as something failed.

Can April 19th hurry up and get here so we can find out?

[majaloveschris]

"he does all this because she is the one and he is so in love" /////

I believe everyone needs to realize if the above were true then there’d be no debate as to if this is a real or PR relationship.

The simple fact that so much comes out about them to drive or paint a narrative, only for Chris to be the complete opposite physically of how he expresses things ……says enough.

People can call us delusional for not believing this relationship, but I call those who blindly believe what’s purposefully crafted for you to believe gullible and delusional ….to think that this man who has been in the spotlight for 20+ yrs, whose expressed his emotions freely, who stated what he wanted in a relationship in the SMA article only to go public with the complete opposite two days later. To think he’s done a 180 in the worst way due to “being in love”…..nah, I’m not buying what’s being sold.

One has to ask themselves why are all these articles trying to paint him and her as so in love, yet REALITY based on their own body language and expressions show you the complete opposite?!

Show me ONE pic or video shot of them not aware they are being filmed acting or looking so “in love”.

(Oops that already happened …..in the park when he put his hand in his pocket as she reached for it.)

Even the purposefully crafted Valentine’s Day montage and the scare videos seemed fake and staged, every new update the past few months just adds to the speculation that this is bs based on their own actions.

What couple so in love acts like they don’t know or like each other like that. People claim we get a glimpse in their lives, but it’s been two freaking years of bs, regardless of not knowing their every move every single day, we can clearly see something isn’t genuine.

Even after the marriage confirmation from this man’s own mouth, it STILL doesn’t add up based on HIS own actions/inactions.

If Chris was genuinely happy and in love……we’d clearly see it, not have to “read” about it.

I agree with you! I think it's important to note that this whole "PR or real" debate started because of them. It started with them kind of alluding that something is going on with different things (NYE 1.0., LV, the follows and likes) while not admitting they are "together" and then continued with the NYC pap walk 1.0. As you said, if from the very beginning we'd seen how happy and in love he is, Team PR probably wouldn't even exist. I'm not saying there wouldn't be people out there who believe it's PR, but not this amount, for sure.

I agree that his body language is always off and weird around her, like he isn't comfortable or like he is forced to be there. And considering the things you've mentioned, everything seems so fake and manufactured. We saw him being out with his girlfriends for years, and I'm not saying they were always smiley and all over each other, but there were clear moments where you could see they were in love, but there isn't a single one with Alba.

I don't blame people who think this is real. Most people just don't care enough about them or simply think whatever they say must be true. I think there are people on both sides who are "delusional" (I don't really like using this word though), believing and creating things that are clearly bullshit, or thinking that everything that happens proves a point.

It's truly weird to see the contrast between the articles and their body language. They are supposed to be "the one" for each other, yet they behave more intimately with their friends and seem to be more comfortable and natural around them. His body language and behavior should be the three times of everything we saw from his previous relationship since he is "head over heels" for her, but where is that huge love? I don't see it.

I think the NYC Pap Walk 1.0. video you mentioned was a big turning point. I mean, that pap walk was awful, but seeing how tragic it was behind the scenes was really interesting. He clearly didn't want to hold her hands, and to this day, they always walk next to each other as if they were just fighting a few minutes before.

The VD day dump didn't help either. Everything just feels so unnatural, fabricated, and out of character for him. I know we don't know him, but we saw how he acted in this previous relationship, and maybe if I saw that huge love we are supposed to see, I would believe he's changed his habits, but I see the exact opposite. And the wedding story has a lot of plot holes too.

The words, spoken and written, just don't match the body language.

[skepticalarrie]

For some of us new larries it takes about a few days to read the bbg masterposts and realize that Louis is not a father, it's kind of easy because you've collected good archives over the years, but my question It's that for those of you who were around when bbg happened, did you realize it was fake from the start ?or did it take some time to put the information together? How did you guys feel when the news was published? Was there anxiety? How was it

In fact, anyone who believes that Louis is a father ,that person is just lazy and doesn't want to read bbg masterposts and doesn't want to know the real story.

Hi, dear. How are you?

Oh yes, absolutely, right from the start. I know that a lot of people have a hard time to understand that now, but babygate and the rainbow bears were happening at the same time, so for us it was never more clear that Larry was real and that they were together. The idea of Louis getting a random girl pregnant was simply laughable from any perspective…. I remember really trying to look at it and considering if it could be real somehow.

I can’t speak for other people, only about my own experience and it’s been a while, so I don’t really remember any details. But at first was really confusing because we didn’t know where it was coming from. Within hours, the news was all over the place, so differently from a PR relationship where more consistent ~rumours~ come with pap pictures or something, with babygate the only thing we had for weeks were tabloids selling that same story over and over. So I think many of us were trying to make sense of the situation and asking ourselves are they really doing this? Can they do this? I mean, a fake baby is a whole new level. It was hard to accept and understand that. For me, partyboy!louis was already a pretty difficult time, I remember seeing the entire thing as a stunt already and I was actively avoiding everything about it, I barely even knew who Briana was. But it was complete radio silence for a while, they were performing several times a week and… nothing. And then Simon Cowell confirmed it in an interview and that’s when it probably hit us all. Yes, they were really doing this. And then the GMA interview was heartbreaking on a lot of different levels. I don’t get usually get that emotionally involved in stuff like that, but I cried so much on that day.

After the confirmation, there were a lot of discussions and questioning on why, trying to understand something, anything. Trying to piece things together. It only got more fake and more serious over time, at first it felt only a “scandal”, they wouldn’t go forward with the entire pregnancy thing… but they did, every single evidence about the fake pregnancy just started to land right into our laps. It was absolutely effortless to see how inconsistent the entire thing was with Briana. It was sad and stressful, to be honest. It was fucking hell, having to watch such a big lie like that develop the way it did.

[softtdaisy]

For the 600 followers celebration, can I request Andrew with the song "Swept Away" by The Avett Brothers? Scenario could be them sneaking away from a party, event, wedding, etc, for a private moment and just sharing a moment soft, slow, and sweet amidst busy lives.

_swept away

andrew garfield x reader

based on: swept away by the avett brothers

words: 772

a/n: thank you sooo much for requesting honey!! i loved writing this, it super sweet i hope you will love it!! 💛

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It wasn’t that you didn’t like to party. It was just that you hoped you could spend some more private time with your boyfriend.

Working in the cinema industry was difficult, especially when you’re dating Andrew Garfield. Finding a moment alone was almost impossible when you both have to travel around the world or stay somewhere for months. This somewhere being at the opposite, of course. It was almost a miracle that you both managed to be invited to this gala tonight and be able to attend it.

You had to take pictures when you arrived. Because, of course, the paps were crazy about you two being together. It wasn’t like they could get many pictures of your private life these past months. So you and Andrew played their little game and posed for them. 

You weren’t the narcissist type but you knew these would look great. Because you both looked amazing for the occasion. And because the look you couldn’t stop giving to each other was so pretty it would embellish every single thing. 

Then, you were inside. You listened to the organizer's speech in silence, applauded when you had to and mostly looked at Andrew. You loved how passionate he was for every little thing. Someone could tell him about the most insignificant thing. Andrew would look intrigued and interested, even asking more questions. It was something you loved deeply about him. You couldn’t resist brushing his cheek slowly and then tracing the corner of his lips when he smiled. “I love you.” you whispered before kissing his skin and he slowly put his head against yours. 

You saw many of your friends, some celebrities you had never met before. But all you wanted was to spend some time alone with Andrew. And your boyfriend could feel it in the way you were holding his hand all the time or following him with your eyes everywhere he was going. You wanted him and nothing more.

Once he was done talking to Robin, his co-star from Tick Tick Boom, Andrew walked back to you and immediately took your hand. “Follow me.” he just said. It wasn’t even a question considering he literally pulled you by the head to make sure you would go with him. It wasn’t even a question because he knew you wouldn’t say no.

You were just surprised when you realized you weren’t going to see someone else. You were heading outside. Not from the principal entry but using a hiding door, probably there in case of emergency…or privacy. 

“What are you doing?” you finally asked while laughing. It was too funny to see Andrew’s expression. It made him look like an adventurer looking for the big prize. And when he turned around to finally face you, you understood that he was indeed looking for it. He was actually looking at it right now.

“I just needed a moment with you, my love.” he kissed you slowly before taking you in his arms. You could listen to the music from there. The orchestra was just behind the wall. However, you couldn’t hear the guests talking. It felt like there were only the two of you there and it was exactly what you needed. “I could see in your face you needed it to.” Andrew whispered in your ear and you just nodded before putting your head against his chest. 

You loved having these slow dancing moments with Andrew. They happened more than the world could ever imagine. You always found a way to dance together at any event. You weren’t the best dancers, or at least you weren’t showing your true love during these moments. But it was then that you felt the closest to Andrew. When you could hear his heartbeat perfectly. When his hand was running down your hair. When he put his chest against your head. It didn’t matter if you were in the middle of a crowded room or alone in an empty corridor as long as you wre together.

“You’re my safe place.” you said, looking up at him. There was no better way to describe your love for Andrew. You would always find the comfort and the love you deserved in his arms. 

Andrew took your hand to make you spin. You laughed before ending up against him one more time. “That’s one of the reasons I plan on spending my life with you [y/n]”. 

“What are the other reasons?” you frowned and Andrew cupped your face with softness. “You’re an amazing kisser, that’s reason number one.” he replied before giving you the kiss you deserved: sweet, pure and full of love. 

[luna-is-lost]

UnderWelcomed

PART 2

Papyrus POV:

“pa… ke …… up…” W-what?… “pap…s wak…. ..p” Nyehhh… everything hurts. “pap’s wake up!” Wait… Sans? “S-sans…?” My voice sound horse and quiet… I think it’s worrying Sans. “ oh, thanks goodness!” Sans let exhales and I can see tears in his eye sockets. I reach my arm that doesn’t hurt and use my glove to wipe his tears. “papyrus…” his voice is quiet. Wait… where’s Undyne! Standing up quickly I almost hit my head on the short ceiling. “Sa-SANS WHERE ARE WE?” I pull him to his feet. “we’re in the basement of an abandoned house.” That doesn’t seem right, weren’t we outside trying to make peace with humans? “WHERES UNDYNE? WHY ISN'T SHE HERE, AND THE KING?“ Are they ok? Did I not make it in time... Were they captured. Were they... “ paps, calm down. you got hit and passed out. ’dyne and fluffy buns are fine... i think...“ “OH... AM I OK?“ “yeah, tori healed ya.“ “THANK GOODNESS, THAN WE SHOULD GO HELP THE KNIGHTS!“ “no, paps, you need rest.“ “B-BUT SANS-“ “no, please bro... i don’t want to lose you too...“ What is that supposed to mean... Who did he lose... “ALRIGHT SANS, I WON’T GO“ I smile at him. “AT LEAST FOR NOW.“ I add to be honest. He gives me a sad smile back. “please...“ I only nod, knowing I can't promise him I won't. “ BY THE WAY, WHERE IS THIS ’TORI’?“ I only just realized that he never clarified who he was talking about. “oh, sorry paps, toriel was the queen and asgore’s wife, back before their children died.“ “WOWIE! THE EX-QUEEN HELPED ME!” Even though she left Asgore at his lowest point… I wonder if they ever made up… “heya, paps, i’m bone tired… you should probably get some sleep too, so that arm ’ll heal.” Sleep… right… How would I be able to sleep when we’re on the verge of another war. I sit down with my back against the concrete wall. Sans sits down next to me, leaning his head back against my shoulder. Luckily, the plush material of my battle body is quite soft… not as good for armor though… looking down at my bandaged arm. I lean my head back till it touches the wall and close my eyes, maybe for tonight I should try to sleep. Even if just to make Sans less worried. I hate when he gets like this. Soon my mind is overtaken by sleep…

(Back with Undyne) 3rd Person :

The whole city was desolate and fire was raging in the streets. Humans were winning the battle. Even without magic the weapons and tactics outmatched the monsters, most of all their numbers. Dust was everywhere. Humans tended to their wounded and the monsters did too. Though, most of the time they just kept fighting. No matter what, they wouldn’t be trapped again. Undyne had used Papyrus’ sacrifice to power her determination. She wouldn’t give up till the humans excepted her kind. Though in the battle, all the other knights were defeated… each human had insane amounts of love. How the king wished he could do karma damage. But, that was a power solely belonging to Sans, the Royal Judge. Who, at the moment was missing in action along with his brother, Papyrus. Eventually, word got around and the fleeing monsters began to fight the enemy humans. Unfortunately, most of these civilians had no knowledge about fighting. So, they were easily brought down. The few survives ran away or were taken for questioning. Amongst these was Toriel. Even though monster kind was losing severely the humans took no pity. Undyne’s determination was beginning to dwindle. So, she called Papyrus. Her voice heavy with guilt. Papyrus needed to rest and heal, but the king and her were on the losing side of the battle. Papyrus was the only one with battle knowledge and insane amounts of power. If she could somehow convince him to attack the humans… otherwise he’d be torn into smiling shreds. Sans only has 1HP making him unable to battle in Undyne’s eyes.

Undyne’s POV:

ring… ring…”Yes?” Papyrus’s voice is quiet. “PAPYRUS! We Need You! Please?!” I sound more distressed than I thought. “C-COMING, CAPTAIN!” The shuffling sounds and Sans snoring tells me that got to a safe place. Thank goodness. I turn back to my battle. Papyrus will come, I know he will.

Part 2 tomorrow