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#my fathers doc cinema premiere here is coming up#and im dreading it#at first the requirement was: be free be there to work the reception and bring all your friends to fill the seats#and no thats without free tickets#they would have to buy tickets#then my father was like: well i want you to be there and bring you friends#you don't necessarily have to work your mothet and sister can do that#me: mhm right#last /friend/ i introduced to my parents was when they came to visit me in the psych ward and she was like nope#your father is a narcissict#and im like yeah thanks every single one of my friends has always been uncomfortable#from the outside its always like hey you have greatt parents#but once they start seeing how my parents interact with me they go.like wtfff#so like yeah nope#keeping friends and so called family completely separate forever pls and thank yoy#even though i wish i could share so much more of Bosnia with more people#im glad i could share Bosnia with one friend without my parennts there at least#anyway#ignore me
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reincarnated lovers soap and moon and thats why hes so clingy
God that would be something. I love a good reincarnation au, I love one character knowing and never being able to really say anything. The idea that Soap seeks out Moon every lifetime and hopes she'll remember him is delicious. Also Soap having to woo Moon again and again, knowing everything she likes and exactly how she works, but also knowing that she's a tough catch even when he knows her so well.
For the purpose of the Cowboy au as it stands now I'm going to say that Moon and Soap could have met when they were younger. It would have been probably while Moon was in college, or maybe fresh out of high school. Back when she was still trying to figure herself out, and working on her thorns. Maybe she booked herself a ticket to the UK with the limited funds she had and figured she'd have some fun in a country where no one knew her. Maybe she wound up in Scotland, at a pub that had too many SAS men crowded in it.
You sip your pint from the corner of the room, watch the raucous excitement of men celebrating something. You don't particularly care what, but it makes you smile. Their joy is infectious, you're not ashamed to admit that. There's a man in the middle of the crowd, --young, boyish, your age you'd bet-- who seems to be the man of the hour. His short cropped hair is ruffled, his shoulder is pat, he's given hard thumbs on the back, and his blue eyes sparkle with pride. You wonder what he's celebrating, you wonder if you've ever seen anyone smile that wide.
His eyes land on you and you look away quickly. You don't want to be accused of staring, not when you're alone in a foreign country. Americans already have a bad reputation without you helping it. When you glance back at him, he's focused on the crowd, talking and laughing with the other men. They push at him a little, urge him to the bar, and lean close to talk to him. You decide to stop staring before you really do get into trouble, tugging a journal free of your bag.
You're half way through your notes of the day when a fresh pint is set in front of you. You look up with a "thank you," and feel the words die on your tongue looking up at the man of the hour. Boyish wasn't quite the right word for him, you realize. He's well muscled in a way that speaks more to his masculinity than his youth, and his hands look worn from hard work when they slide off your fresh glass. It's his eyes that are young, his smile that makes you think he's fresher than he wants to give the impression of.
"Thank you," you smile back.
"My pleasure," His accent is thick, and his voice rumbles pleasantly. You wonder if he's lowering it for your benefit, or if that's his natural register. You blink when he pulls out the chair next to you and takes a seat. "What are ya workin' on?"
You glance at your journal, try to remember your exercises in self confidence. "I'm- it's a log of my trip," You tell him, sitting up a little straighter. His eyes drop to your chest as you move, brief but warm and appreciative before they meet your gaze again.
"Mind if I look?" He asks, holding out his hand. You hesitate before handing your journal over. Confidence, you tell yourself, it's not like you've got anything embarrassing written in there. You have your days written down, and a few thoughts on what you've done
The man flips through the lined pages, stopping near the front to read. You finish your first pint and start your second, watching his eyes move over the page. He flips to the next one carefully, his eyes still skimming. You didn't think you'd written that much about your days. Except that's your all around journal, you don't just have your daily notes in there, you have a few little stories in between the pressed flowers and ticket stubs. Embarrassment floods you. You reach a hand to grab for your journal and he pulls it away from you. Your heart sinks at the familiar gesture. He must see it on your face, because he freezes and closes the journal to hand back to you.
You pull it back quickly, and squeeze it tight between your fingers. "I dinnae get to finish that?" He hums, leaning with his elbows against the table.
"It's not good," You explain, he shrugs.
"Aye, but it's yours," somehow that doesn't hit you as insulting, there's a warmth in his voice, "makes it special, yeah?" You look at your journal and nod. You suppose that's one way to look at it. He tips his head to the side, studying you.
"What?" You ask when he's been staring a second too long.
"You are a beauty," He tells you his eyes never leaving yours, "you got a man back in the states, or are you lookin' for one here?" You can't help the smile that splits your face, or the heat that rises on your cheeks.
"You're a lot dude," You laugh.
"Dude," He parrots with a grin, "ya cannae call your future husband dude."
"It's my last night in town," You shrug, sip your drink, "I can call you whatever I want."
"John," He says, "can call me John."
"How about Johnny?" You compromise. Something in his eyes softens, melting like snow. His voice is just a touch lighter when he says,
"Aye, can call me Johnny."
You think maybe you should've gotten a longer visa. Only because Johnny swears you haven't seen the best Scotland has to offer. You run through your whole trip with him, and he scoffs at your route through the UK. He makes you laugh, like he's known you for years and not an hour. Future husband doesn't feel like such a stretch, or it wouldn't if you thought you'd ever see him again. You won't. Neither of you talk about where you're from, where you're going. There's a silent understanding, that this is it. The wrong person at the wrong time. You never understood star crossed lovers, but here you sit wishing the flame could burn just a little longer.
You only realize how late it's gotten when the bartender yells out for last call.
"Lemme see your book again love," Johnny holds out his hand, you curl your fingers against the cover protectively. He tugs a pen from his pocket, and holds it up to show you. "Just wanna give ya somethin' to remember me by."
You suppose you're amenable to that, sliding the journal over for him to flip to a fresh page. You hum quietly to yourself, watching the bar. It's nearly empty, you've been here longer than you planned to be and you have an early flight home. Johnny shuts your journal and slides it back over to you, clicking his pen shut.
"I'll finish it the next time I see you," He promises. You shake your head with a smile, and he grabs your chin to hold you still, leaning in and kissing you. It's soft and sweet, and melancholic. Your smile feels a little sadder when he pulls away. His doesn't seem to lose any brightness. "Next time," he assures you.
"Next time," You agree.
You take your time collecting your things, let Johnny jog to catch up with his buddies. They smack his back and give him thumbs up, pushing at his head when he blushes and grins. You flip your journal open to check what he left you. Your chest tight when you stare down the little sketch of your face, your penned in fingers tight around a glass, your eyes looking out at the blank page. It looks good, you don't know what he means about finishing it. You suppose it was just a good line.
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Soap sorts through your bookshelf, waiting on you to finish getting ready for dinner. His eyes land on a red leather spine, and he carefully eases it out of its spot sandwiched between broken paperbacks. The cover is plastered with stickers, and the pages are warped. It's stuffed full of something other than notes, and held together by a piece of elastic across the cover. It's familiar enough for him to ease the elastic to the side and flip through the pages.
Ticket stubs, pressed flowers, pieces of wrappers and wrist bands are carefully pasted to the lined pages. He smiles at your handwriting, traces his fingers over dates and doodles. He stops on a largely blank page, carefully blank, save for the drawing in the corner of you at a bar in Scotland.
His heart clenches tight in his chest. Affection tugging at him, he can't believe you kept this. You never said anything, but he could never forget you. Soap glances around your room, and snags a pen off your desk, quickly but carefully sketching himself onto the page next to you. He loops a quick heart around the old and new sketch and scribbles a messy "I love you" underneath.
He get your journal slid back into place as you exit the bathroom, grumbling about not being able to clip your bracelet on.
"I hate weddings," You complain, when he grabs your wrist to secure the chain.
"Really?" He glances at your pout, "I was hoping to do something special for ours."
#cod x reader#x reader#x oc#cod x oc#john mactavish x reader#john soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish x reader#soap mactavish#john soap mactavish x reader#john mactavish#soap cod#soap mw2#f!reader#oc: moon#cowboy au#soap x reader#johnny mactavish
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team stan+team craig with a figure skater s/o🤭🤭
figure skater reader
an, THIS IS SO CUTE
kenny
HE LOVESSSSSS IT. whenever you practice he'd secretly take pics and blushes at you. when you perform he is you #1 supporter, he literally yells your name "THATS MY GIRLLLLL LETSGO Y/N" he also has your picture as his profile on Instagram .he'd ask you to teach him for sure "kenny you can't even skate without someone holding your arm" "SO? 😒". he would save the articles of you and literally has all of your skating vids saved
stan
he finds it so interesting, like how did you that and how did you do this. he searches up your performances and is stunned. he tells randy about it and randy is like "YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS FAMOUS?" and brags to everyone "yeah thats my daughter in law". stan supports you though, he definitely has high hopes for you and is so sure you're gonna be known worldwide.
kyle
is amazed, he asks so many questions. how do you that? does it not hurt? how are you not cold?. he's strong on the aren't you cold because he sees you wearing thin as clothing and your skating as if its not fucking freezing. he would go shopping with you to buy a coat because he is convinced you don't have one.he saves videos of you skating and would watch them in his free time.
cartman
LOVES IT. he brags to everyone, if someone is watching a vid of you skating he brags "yep thats my girlfriend" and smiles to himself, he takes advantage of it sm. he'd go backstage and if the guards didnt allow him he just use his card "im y/ns boyfriend yk, if she finds out about this she won't let you off so easily 😒". he'd pretend to be your coach just so he can see you practice. he doesn't tell you but he also saves the videos, he doesn't know how you can be so pretty while skating in the cold like that fr.
butters
shook to the core. "HOW DID YOU DO THAT??" he's very concerned at how you do the stunts and how your spine is still intact. somehow he has a backstage pass??? everytime you finish a performance he would give you water and a coat to cover yourself "you did so well y/n!!!!!! 😊😊🥰😚" . he gives you motivational cheers too. butters is always there as a full time supporter
clyde.
HE IS YOUR SUPPORTER, might as well be the president of your fanclub. he saves the articles of you like "y/ns skating routine" or knowing damn well he couldve asked. he'd be yelling nonstop in the crowd whenever you do performances. you have to tell him that you have a performance coming up so he is first to have tickets. you did a quad once in boy was shook, he was literally screaming your name and when you did a quad he was like 🧍 "HWAR????". he 100% would compete with anyone in the crowd, like if someoen was yelling your name louder than him he takes that as a competition. you just hear "y/n letsgo!!!" followed with "Y/N YESS THATS MY GIRLFRIEND!!".
tolkien
loves it, he can tell you are going to be really really popular. saves the video and isn't ashamed of it, tells his parents about you because he's so proud of you. idk what else mans would do...
Craig
okay, he finds it so hot tbh. he loves the clothes you wear whenever you perform. i think he acts like he doesn't care that his girlfriend is a popular ice skater but in reality he loves it so much. he also would glare at anyone looking at you 'weirdly' since most of your clothing are thin and very revealing alot of people tend to stare and he would ready with a coat after evey performance to cover you up. he tried to ice skate once too and he was really good, if he becomes a ice skater he wants to be your partner fr
tweek
is also extremely worried for you, asks way too many questions "does it hurt?, are you cold? do you need a coat? dont you need to check a doctor? are you not dizzy? do you always do this? are you not scared? what if the blade hits your face?" he is so amazed at the dizzy part like you'd spin so many times and is still able to do things normally. if it was him he would puke himself on the spot. he can't watch most of your performances bc of how worried mans is, he still supports you though. he would get really worried about you and would end up watching at a live stream somewhere ong
#south park#south park x y/n#south park x you#south park x reader#kenny mccormick x reader#stan marsh x reader#kyle broflovski x reader#eric cartman x reader#butters stotch x reader#clyde donovan x reader#tolkien x reader#craig tucker x reader#tweek x reader
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Jungkook: Backstage (Intro)
A concert ticket lost and found, a sweater ending up in your hands, a misunderstanding with security backstage - happy little accidents, as they turn out to be.
Tags/Warnings: Black Leopard Hybrid!Jungkook, Rockstar!Jungkook, Rusty Spotted Cat Hybrid!Reader, minor angst, major fluff, strangers to lovers, did I mention fluff, reader gets injured but only a bit, fainting, big cat kook, Dom!Kook, future smut
Length: short/mid
Additional Content: cuddles, Closer
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It's almost the end of the concert.
You're a little sweaty, and the scents all around you are becoming just a little overwhelming now, but honestly, you're having the fun of your life. It's your first ever concert, the first time you've been at an event like this, and although you're getting a few glances for your drastically different attire than most fan's, you're still very much happy to be here.
It was by pure luck, really- someone giving away their ticket without mentioning where exactly the spot was the ticket reserved, and you didn't have anything different to do, so you contacted them, asking for how much their like to sell it for.
You ended up getting it for free- only having to exchange it for a self-sewn dress of your collection you're selling online.
You've never seen the band up close like this, and you have to admit, by now you get why so many hybrids fall for the main singer up front. He's charming, tall, very handsome- and typically wild, just like one might expect from a rock band member like him. You've definitely caught his eye, thats for sure- though you believe it probably is just your appearance that stands out to him, pastel colored dress not really fitting the mostly black and silver color scheme most fans in the crowd are going for tonight.
Unbeknownst to you, it's not just that however.
You're jumping around so happily, singing along even when the lyrics seem to slip your mind, not even once pulling out your phone to record anything. He's mesmerized how much you seem to live in the moment, uncaring of capturing anything with something other than your eyes, your ears, your body and soul.
You've got the prettiest sparkling eyes he's ever seen, and while he's internally a little concerned over the fact that you seem short as heck, he can't help but be glad that his fan base consists of people who look out for one another. It's proven by the multiple times he can see people around you motioning towards each other to be careful not to accidentally hit you with their phones or similar.
You're pretty, and he internally becomes disappointed when he has to think about reality here. There's no way in hell someone this pretty is single, and also, there's no chance he'll be seeing you again after this concert. It's a little sad- but he takes you as an example.
Enjoy the moment, instead of worrying how to capture it.
So he sings his heart out, performs even wilder than usual, puts on a show for you so you'll have exciting memories of him. And maybe not only that- because when he takes of his Hoodie that's honestly become way too hot to perform in, he makes sure to throw it into your direction- unable to keep himself from laughing ablittle to himself at your wide eyes staring at the black fabric drenched in his scent.
The lights fo dark not even an hour later- concert finished, fans slowly leaving the venue to go home. Nit you however, because-
Well, you can't just steal the singer's clothes now, can you? What if they put you in jail?
"This is staff only, miss." A tall security guard says, his coworker next to him blocking the backstage area. They're intimidating you a little (a lot), but you try to stand your ground as best as you can.
"I know- I just, I have this? And I wanted to give it back?" You ask, making the two security guards walk closer, now clearly more firm in their approach.
"Listen, cut the act and just go home." The man says, pointing past your face behind you- an action that makes you flinch. "Or do I have to escort you out?"
"What's going on?" A male voice is heard, and you can spot the singer from the stage now in between the two men. "Oh?"
"I-uh-" you stutter, absolutely unprepared for the black Leopard's eyes on you, the big cat hybrid a lot more intimidating up close. Or maybe it's his scent making you dizzy in the head. Yeah, that might be it. "I wanted to- that's yours? Right?" You ask, holding out the sweater in your hands. He nods, one of his black ears flicking in curiosity between his dark hair.
"Yeah. Threw it your way- you don't want it?" He wonders, almost with a bit of disappointment in his voice. He should've known. Your partner might not appreciate someone else's scent all over you- he himself for sure wouldn't like it.
"I- uh?" You now pull it back towards you, looking down at it. "So it's- it's supposed to be mine now?" You wonder, and he laughs, unable to hide how fuzzy you make him feel with your confused noises and cute manners.
"You can take it home, it's yours if you want it." He nods, stepping a bit closer now, uncaring of the way the security guards become more tense. "That is, if your mate is okay with that. Might piss him off, you know, considering I've sweat quite a bit." He chuckles. You look up at him with wide eyes and red cheeks.
"I- no, I don't have a mate-" you start, now pretty much hugging the sweater. "-a roommate, yeah, but she's- she won't mind, I'm sure!" You say, and he nods.
"Just, you know, so we don't get into some criminal shit here- can I ask your age?" He wonders, and you nod- replying easily.
"Uhm, twenty-four." You answer, and his eyes widen.
"Really? You're not shitting me?" He asks, and you nod.
"I look a lot younger because of my hybrid genes and all that." You shrug. "But yeah." You nod and he sighs in relief. He was worried for a split second he might be getting the hots for a minor of all things.
"I'm glad then." He says, carefully taking the sweater from your hands, before untangling it in front of you, your eyes unable to break free from the sight of the silver rings on his fingers. And then- its dark.
He's careful as he helps your head and arms through the designated holes in the sweater, and can't help but feel his pulse quicken at the sight of you pretty much drowning in the large sized garment he'd worn just a few hours prior. "Its cold tonight. So, you know. And now you stink like me, so you're also safe from any pervert that might plan on snatching a pretty cat tonight as well." He tells you lowly, and you feel yourself shiver at his tone. You nod.
"Thank you." You nod, bowing politely. "You- tonight's concert was really fun. You all did great. I'm really happy I got to experience it." You say, and he smiles your way.
"Thank you." He responds kindly. "You.. know what could make me happy now?" He asks, and you tilt your head to the side-
An action so cute he considers kidnapping for a split second, before he gets a grasp of his sanity again. "What?" You ask, and he shrugs, digging in his pant pocket for his phone.
"If I could have your number?" He asks, and your eyes widen. "No creepy shit, promise! I swear, big cat promise!" He jokes, making you chuckle.
"Okay." You say, and he nods, attempting to put his phone away, before he realizes you've agreed.
"Okay- Okay! Yeah, alright, fuck yeah, lemme just-" he taps away while you take out your own phone from your bunny plush backpack, before giving it to him. "You seem awfully trusting." He comments as he types in his number.
"People tend to scold me for it." You shrug.
"Rightfully so." He nods. "Gets me all protective over you already." He winks, and you shrink in on yourself a little, overwhelmed by his flirting. "Sorry, I'll let you go now. Text me though when you're in your hotel or something, otherwise I might worry." He says, and you nod, leaving the concert venue eagerly to get back to your hotel.
He gets teased left and right by his bandmates backstage for his actions, but quite honestly, he doesn't care.
Not when he receives your message an hour later, telling him you're in your hotel now, the text message decorated with creative emojis that make him grin and his tail wag like he's a dog at this point. There's really no denying it at this point.
Jeon Jungkook has a crush.
And he couldn't fucking care less.
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Girlfriend Treatment | Trent Alexander-Arnold
Summary: You've been holding off on becoming Trent's girlfriend, but there's nothing like a bit of peer pressure to change your mind.
Word count: 3.1k
Warnings/tags: smut, fluff, trent being the loml
mdni please :)
a/n: I love taa. thats all.
masterlist!
His breathing is heavy in the crook of your neck, lips damp and soft on your skin, your own breaths ragged as you come down from your high, flushed and warm from the moment, your eyes trained on the light above your bed and the fact that you shouldn’t be doing this. You run your hands down the plains of his back, smiling to yourself at the fact that he hasn’t pulled away. “You need to get to training,” you say, “Match day and all that.”
You can feel his hesitancy as he pulls away to sit back on his heels, hands trailing along your skin. “Can I shower here?”
You nod, “I’ll start on breakfast.”
He leans forwards and kisses you, just a peck, before getting out of bed and disappearing into the bathroom, leaving you blushing in your messy sheets. God, he’ll be the death of you.
You drag yourself out of bed and pull some pants on, grabbing his t-shirt as you head to the kitchen, swearing when you see the time – lunch it is, you guess. You’re familiar enough with his pre-match routines to know what he’ll want to eat and how long he can stay. Caught up in your thoughts – of him, and his match and whether you’ll agree when he inevitably asks (again) whether you’ll be there. You’re plating up when he reappears in his joggers, shirtless, smiling at the sight of you in his clothes; if the match goes well, he’ll probably want to fuck while you wear his shirt, and you’ll almost certainly oblige.
Sure enough, he asks while you're sitting at the table. “I’ve got two comps left,” he says, “Please come – bring Hannah, if you like.”
You glance at him, "That sounds like WaG behaviour – not your girlfriend, remember?"
"Darlin', you know that fact's entirely on you, right?"
“Who else is going?” You deflect.
“Just my brothers.”
You mull it over; if anything, his brothers are good fun, and you’ve got no plans. “I’ll think about it,” you say, “but I’m not wearing your shirt.”
“That sounds like a yes,” he teases, taking your empty plate, “You’re coming?”
You lean back in your chair, watching him start to wash up, “I said I’ll think about it.”
Even with his back turned to you, you can feel his smile. “Don’t think too hard, you’ll hurt your head.”
“That’s my line,” you scoff, standing up to join him at the sink. Absentmindedly, you find yourself leaning your cheek into the top of his back, your hands sneaking around his middle. “Let me ask Han if she’s free, mkay?”
His soapy hand finds yours. “Can I have my shirt back?”
“I like this one.” you mutter. “I’ve got a ton of your other ones in the drawer, though.”
He wipes his hands on a tea towel, then turns to hug you back, leaning back against the edge of the sink. “I was wondering where they’d all gone.”
You smile at him, “It would be such a shame if you never got them back.”
“I need to go, sweetheart.”
You kiss him. “Don’t miss me too much.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “See you later.”
“Hmm, maybe.”
When he’s gone, taking one of his other shirts and promising to text you after training, you lie on the sofa, texting your friend to see if she can come to the game – last time you went without a friend, someone took a load of photos of you with his parents, and the rumours had been circling for weeks after.
From Hannah: I have that work dinner, remember? Yk I’d rather come to the game, but I can’t miss it.
To Hannah: Shit, I forgot. Don’t worry about it, have fun at the dinner <3
With a few hours until the game, you shower and text Trent to send you a ticket, taking your mind of the anxiety about getting spotted again by getting ahead on some of your admin for the new year, deliberating for a little too long on what to wear, knowing you’ll wear something similar to what you’ve worn to every other game you’ve attended in the winter – a thick coat and jeans, probably with a red top so you don’t stand out too much from the sea of Liverpool supporters.
Tyler picks you up just after six, and you find yourselves sat in the box early with some of the other players' friends and family, watching the warm ups while Marcell catches you up on his current girl troubles and the argument he had with Dianne the other day; you've heard about it all through Trent already, but you don’t mention that to his brother, instead getting Tyler to bring you a drink from the bar.
The first half is both awful and brilliant at once: Leicester City's early goal throws the Scousers off a little, but the two own goals cheer the home crowd right back up. Trent disappears back to the changing rooms during half time, and you chat some more with his brothers – at this rate, you'll have gotten an entire family history out of them by the time the game ends. He comes over for a couple of minutes right before the game starts up again, looking all sweaty and waving to his brothers. You go to the barrier and crouch down to talk to him.
"God," you mutter, "You reek of sweat."
"'S almost like I've been playing football."
You smile down at him. "Good luck – you're playing well."
His eyes are adoring, though you won't let yourself admit that it's you he's looking at like that. "Gimme a kiss?"
"In front of everyone?" You frown, "And with you smelling like that?"
He stares at you for a few long seconds, and you cave, opting to press your lips to his cheek before pecking him on the lips. "Go get 'em."
He moves away from you as you stand, leaning your elbows on the barrier to watch him weave through players to get back to the pitch, chatting to Robbo on the way. Back in your seat, Trent's brothers are looking at you with quizzical expressions.
"I thought you weren't together." says Tyler.
"We're not." you mutter.
"He hasn't asked?" Marcell chips in.
"Oh, he's asked." you say.
"Why'd you refuse then?"
You want to sink into the floor. "When he asked, it was just after all those photos came out, and I was super freaked out about having my life turned upside down by the idea of everyone finding out I'm dating Liverpool's golden boy."
"You just kissed him in a stadium of 50,000 people."
You can feel your face going red. He raises a good point – you've gotten past the panic of having your face fleetingly in the tabloids, and it's not like you and Trent don't already act like a couple – he even took you to Qatar with him and introduced you to the actual WaGs.
The second half drags by, but Trent plays well until he's taken off, right at the end, and you can tell he's unhappy with the overall performance. You check your phone when the game ends, aware that it's going to be a long while before you leave, surprised by the bunch of texts Hannah had sent you.
From Hannah: I wish I was at the match this meal is so boring
From Hannah: omg not the own goals
From Hannah: ummmm since when were u kissing trent in PUBLIC?!?!!?
From Hannah: wife him up
To Hannah: what?? where did u see that??
She sends you a link to a tweet by some LFC fan who must have been sitting in the seats above the box, because beneath the words "UM TRENT WHO ARE YOU KISSINGGG???" are a bunch of photos of you crouched down to talk to him, recognisable by your coat but thankfully without your face in them – the time stamp shows that it must have been posted within minutes of the interaction, and you're almost impressed.
Tyler sees what you're looking at and scoffs. "Jesus, that was quick."
"Right?" You laugh. "At least my face isn't in it."
He nods, "Better than last time, eh?"
The two of them bid farewell once the stadium's cleared out, knowing Trent will drive you home, and make you promise to drop by at some point before the next game. Once they're gone, you spot Hendo's wife and go to say hi, the two of you catching up until, at long last, Hendo and Trent reappear, having showered and done their interviews. Trent hugs you tight when he sees you, his warm hands slipping under your coat and pressing into your skin.
"Proud of you, T." you say, earning a satisfied smile. "Wanna grab something to eat on the way home?"
He agrees, walking with his arm over your shoulders, chatting to Hendo on the way to the car, signing a couple of autographs on the way out, smiling for the lingering fans. They don't pay you or Rebecca much notice, you hang back until they're gone and Trent finally unlocks the car.
"Chinese?" You offer on the way, "My treat?"
He laughs, "What's gotten into you? Two public appearances in one evening?"
"Going to the local Chinese place is hardly a public appearance." you argue.
"I'd love to." he says, stopping at a red light. You smile to yourself, for once filled with utter confidence in everything about this relationship – or, more accurately, suddenly able to acknowledge that this man loved you and wanted to be with you, even if he'd never put the former into words.
He parks on the street in front of the takeaway, grabbing a menu from the counter and joining you to deliberate about what to order in the corner by the window. You spend five minutes um-ing and ah-ing only to order what you always do. You insist on paying like you'd send you would, and sit back down beside him.
You turn pointedly to face him rather than the counter. "T," you begin. Fuck, who'd have thought you'd be so nervous about asking a question you already knew the answer to? You need to find a segue. "Have you seen the photos?"
"Again?" he asks, the concern immediately clouding his face – he saw the anxiety you went through last time, and it makes your heart flutter to know he holds that concern for you.
"Relax, my face isn't in them," you say, getting the tweet back up. He inspects the photos, instinctively smiling at the little moment.
"Why are you so okay with it?" he asks.
You shrug. "There's no point in getting stressed about the same stuff twice."
"Wise." he teases, squeezing your thigh slightly.
"I'm practically Oogway." you say, making him laugh. "Seriously though-"
Your order is called, interrupting you. He goes to get it, unlocking the car as you take the bag from him. In the car, he sends you a worried look as he turns the engine on. The takeaway sits on your knees, warm on your jeans.
"What were you going to say?" he asks.
You tell yourself to let tonight last a little longer. "Oh, uh, nothing. Let's get home, yeah?"
He parks on the street under your flat, waiting diligently while you fiddle with your keys and grab your mail from the pigeon hole, greet an elderly neighbour and insist on taking the stairs.
Once inside, he helps you grab the chopsticks and drinks before settling onto the sofa, cross legged with the news on in the background.
"Listen," you say, "I've been thinking."
"Don't tell me you bought me dinner just to break up with me."
You panic for a second, "Oh my God, no, of course not! In fact, kinda the opposite."
He leans against the sofa behind him, looking a little smug. Bastard. "Oh yeah?"
"Don't tease, okay? I need to say this."
His eyes don't leave your face as you put your meal on the coffee table. "Go on."
You face him, "T, I maybe like you a bit – well, a lot – more than I ever planned to, and, like, I was thinking a lot over Christmas and stuff, but I wish I hadn't been so anxious when you first asked me to be your girlfriend, 'cause I don't want to be thinking about what the fucking Mirror are saying about us when they're irrelevant to us, as like, people. You’re one of the most important people in my life and every time we spend time together I'm just reminded of how lucky I am to have you in my life, and of how bloody dumb I've been. Anyway, this is a very long way of saying something simple: I love you, and do you want to be my boyfriend?"
Trent has a soft look on his face that makes you flustered. "For real?" He mutters, mostly to himself, as he takes your hands. He pulls you to him so you're forced to straddle him and takes his sweet time kissing you, hands on your waist.
"Is that a yes?"
He laughs, "You're cute, y'know? of course it's a yes, love."
You blush. "Does this mean I get girlfriend treatment now?"
His lips, ever so gentle, ghost over your neck, "My sweet, sweet girl, let me show you just what kind of treatment you get now."
You are, as ever, putty in his hands.
Gently, he moves you so that you're under him, kissing your neck and murmuring endless kindnesses into your skin as he undoes your jeans, pulling them down to expose your thighs, the fabric tangling around your ankles. He pulls back, seemingly reluctantly, to pull them off your legs completely, and repositions himself so he can kiss you on the soft flesh of your inner thigh, leaving teeth marks and bruises in his wake, hands preoccupied with your bra and removing your top.
Ever the tease, his kisses only graze the fabric over your core, hands teasing your nipples. You sigh, getting frustrated with his not-quite touches.
His lips finally attach to your core through the lace of your pants, finding the fabric damp with your arousement, his mouth wet over you. His mouth on your panties elicits a moan from you, breathy and sweet. His hands disappear from your chest for a moment before you feel the slight sting of him tearing your underwear off, leaving you exposed to him as he kneels on the floor, your legs over his shoulders, hands in his locs.
He is systematic with his assault on your core, knowing your every weakness and slightest tells, his tongue toying with you, teeth grazing your clit slightly, making you twitch with pleasure around him. He presses his fingers into you, relishing in the way you contract around him, letting out another moan, this one louder, less restrained as he unravels you, bit by bit, like an animal toying with its prey. You're bucking into him more now, trying to use the pressure of his mouth on your clit to create a rhythm, unsatisfied with his slow teasing – he knows, instinctively, that you probably don't even fully realise your doing it. He uses his fingers to set a pace, still teasing, still unpicking you, slow and steady.
His other hand holds your hips, keeping you pressed right into him, allowing him full control over you in your most vulnerable state, moaning as you come undone for him. He can tell from your shaking that your close, that it will only take a few strategic movements to have you coming on his face, and he is more than happy to push you over the precipice, feeling your moment of tenseness, muscles contracting with absolute pleasure, before you breathe again, heavier, warmer, trying to make sense of your situation as he plants kisses on your sensitive skin. He kisses his way up your stomach, kissing you when he reaches your neck. You're still trying to catch your breath, the kiss sloppy and messy.
"T," you murmur, shivering at his every touch. "T, need you."
He hums, "Mmm, I'm not doing this for the first time as your boyfriend on the sofa."
You giggle. "I don't think I trust my legs right now."
"I got you," he says, "You know I've got you."
He picks you up, your arms still wrapped around him, and takes you to your bedroom, apparently unbothered by the weight or inconvenience of carrying you across the flat.
He lays you down on your bed, still unmade from the morning, and pulls his top off, trousers and boxers following. Hovering over you on the bed, he kisses you again, relishing in the feeling of your fingertips on his back, the sensation inciting something guttural in him. Only you can do this to him, pull him apart with just the lightest of touches. You take pride in that fact.
His touch is firm, and your thighs, still sensitive from his abuses, warm at the feeling of his hardened length pressed to them, precum decorating your fingers as you reach down to aid him, your thumb toying with his tip as he kisses you, open mouths and desperate, your other hand on his neck, pulling his ear close to your mouth.
"Please, Trent," you murmur, "Please."
He moves your hand from his length, lining himself up with your core, lips refinding yours as he pushes in, nearly coming right then as you gasp into his mouth, letting out the prettiest of moans as he bottoms out in you, unable to keep your composure under him.
He moves slow, not necessarily soft, but he draws out the experience, making the most of every gasp and moan, lips never leaving your skin, your nails digging into the muscular smoothness of his back. He could die at the feeling of you under him, around him.
He returns one hand to your clit, toying with you to edge you closer to your climax, the feeling of your convulsions around him bringing him closer too. He pushes you over the edge, riding you through your orgasm and into his own, grunting into your skin as he breathes you in, loving every sensation of you on him. He could live in this moment for eternity.
Your kiss on his forehead brings him back to the world. You, fucked out under him, hair a mess, smile lazy. "Boyfriend."
He relaxes on top of you, careful not to lean too much weight on your chest – he'd hate to suffocate you – and kisses your jaw. "Girlfriend."
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HOBIE BROWN HEADCANNONS :0
summary: This is basicly all my headcannons ive got for him soo yeahhh
Pairing: Hobie brown x reader
TW: suggestive themes, no smut tho
♡: I feel like he would be so competitive at any type of game. Sports, video games and card/borad games. Like you two could be playing something as stupid as clue and he would be giveing it his all just to win.
☆: lets say one day you went to a pet store with hobie close to your birthday and saw a dog/cat you really liked, But you couldent afford the dog/cat. When you birthday rolls around, and the dog/cat still hadn't found a home. He would buy it and surprise you with it
♡: He would get you VIP tickets to his concerts if you wanted to go. No doubt about it.
☆:Always and i mean ALWAYS Askes if your comfortable with anything and everything.
♡: He plays Monopoly go, And always tells you to download it. You deny it everytime
☆: One day you were listening to pop music without headphones on and he came to visit you. Boy grabbed your phone and changed it immediately.
♡: speaking of pop music. He has a very strong hatred for pop music. Like very very strong.
☆: Hes a switch. Thats all i gotta say
♡: He would write a song about you but you can barely tell its about well you!
☆: I dont think he can spell. He would probably spell wrong, rong and apple, aple
♡:he may not be able to spell but can do maths pretty damn well.
AN:I hoped you liked this!!! Feel free to request anything want from the fandoms i said in a past post! Tysm
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𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 ➺ k.mbappé
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which amara imani releases a certain video clip about her sex life with her boyfriend and said boyfriend gets teased for it
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 8.8k
𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — wild side [normani; cardi b]
taglist — @aechii @lorarri
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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌
amara.imani and iamcardib
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amara.imani WILD SIDE OUT NOW. who wants to take me for a ride?
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liyah_clark babe, you can ride me all night long
amara.imani with pleasure babe
graceywood do you still have the keys to charles’ pista?
liyah_clark he bought me my own
lilymunhi alex, do better
alex_albon 😑
carmenmundt george take notes
georgerussell charles screwing us over again
username if my trio isn’t like amara, grace and liyah, i don’t want it
username THAT FRIENDSHIP>>>
username amara making my two world collide 🥹
ousmane_dembele i know someone who wants to take you on a ride
arianagrande two goddesses together
username can’t believe, she still able to dance like that even after suffering her injury
username that video made me question my sexuality
username FR how can someone be that fine
username i refuse to believe evan henderson fooled the entire world into thinking that woman was not gorgeous
liyah_clark GIRL that naked dancing scene had even me reaching for holy water
liyah_clark bet someone’s getting lucky tonight
amara.imani maybe 🤔 we’ll see
username i think we can all agree that we’re jealous of her man and not her
liyah_clark true
username that video was an awakening, a cultural reset
username i’ve never watched a video so often
iamcardib picking you up at five
amara.imani i’ll be ready
antoinegriezmann has he seen the video yet?
amara.imani don’t think so, please don’t show him 😳
achrafhakimi does that include not watching the video together
username the way i’m begging the gods now that amara and kylian are dating
danielricciardo i have secret footage of max and pierre dancing to wild side
pierregasly THATS A LIE
maxverstappen YOU HAVE NO PROOF
amara.imani dw guys, i believe you (send it to me)
username THE WAY I WOULD KILL FOR THAT VIDEO
charles_leclerc me too
amara.imani
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amara.imani getting emotional just thinking back. i missed it so much
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username the way she progressed and came back to us even stronger than she had ever been
username we really got our old amara back
username fr i still remember the way she used to be so shy in her videos
cynthia.e i’m so proud of you, we are all soo proud of you
amara.imani i love you so much 🫶🏾
username this world is truly amara’s and we’re all just living in it
lewishamilton you were amazing in the video amara, congrats
amara.imani omg i’ve succeeded at life
amara.imani lewis hamilton is a fan of my music
amara.imani my 16 year old me is definitely crying (i’m crying too)
graceywood you really came back to reign the top again
amara.imani and there’s no one i’d rather be doing that with than you
liyah_clark if anyone ever doubts you again, just show them that video and they’ll shut up really quick
liyah_clark also, charles just told me they created a ‘amara imani protection squad’ and the entire grid is in it
charles_leclerc amara is a honorary grid member
maxverstappen1 it’s not her against the world anymore but rather us against them
amara.imani 🫶🏾🥹
landonorris can we get free tickets for your next tour?
alex_albon ignore lando, we love you even without that (but can we pleaseee get tickets to your next tour)
amara.imani don’t worry guys, the next time i’ll go on tour you’ll be the first one to know
amara.imani if someone told me three years ago that the entire f1 grid would create a protection squad for me, I’d have probably called the police on them
amara.imani and antoine, if you’re reading this, you’ll be the second to know
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄
kylian mbappe liked to call himself a lucky man. he had it all. his dream job that consisted of him scoring against top teams, he lived in paris, the city of love and he had the perfect girlfriend — the girl he had crushed on for years. and he had the perfect balance between his private life and work.
he could enjoy his time with amara, their growing relationship that was forming on all ends while also hide her from the public and make sure no one even knew that the two had been going out. they played the perfect game — but what he hadn’t realized was how his private life and social life started to intertwine and the lines became thin and blurry.
his teammates being huge fan of his girlfriend was starting to become a bit complicated; especially when they were talking constantly about her. kylian wouldn’t call himself a very possessive person but he wasn’t an alien and jealousy was completely human. if he could, he would keep her all to himself, somewhere where they could be all alone and it would only be the two of them. he knew that amara, liyah and grace often joked together and his brain was also aware that his teammates often joked when they were playfully teasing him for her but still; it didn’t make the jealousy deep inside him burn less.
usually when his brain was overworked like that and his thoughts were all over the place, football helped him calm down, find his foot again. but this time it was useless with the way his team mates were already waiting for him, huge grins adorning their faces. he had briefly talked to amara this morning before leaving for training with her being in a different time zone — which didn’t make him miss her less — but made his jealousy subside a bit when she had smiled at him bigly. she was his and only his, no matter how many people had seen her shake her ass.
he intentionally made a big circle around the group, walking directly over to the coach to get his first warming up exercises. he would deal with them and their childish antics later. the first sessions went quicker than he had anticipated and soon, he found himself with no way to escape them.
“oohh, le patron est arrivé,” ousmane exclaimed jokingly, clapping fiercely on his back as the french striker walked past him. — the chef has arrived
“ta meuf a faire fort,” presnel added, smirking at kylian playfully. “elle a percé, carrément.” — your girl did great, she literally dropped a bomb
he bit his lip at the mention of ‘his girl’, forcing his lips to not turn into a smirk. she was his girl, and only his and it was probably the proudest thing he had ever had. he could ever call his.
“le monde entier est jaloux de toi sans même le savoir,” ousmane snickered, “imagine s’ils savait qu’ils étaient jalouse d’une tête de tortue?” he laughed as kylian rolled his eyes. — the entire world is jealous of you without even knowing
— imagine they would know that they’re jealous of a turtle head
“it’s not funny anymore,” kylian muttered, giving ousmane a light slap on his neck even though it didn’t make his best friend stop.
“t’as même déjà vu le clip?” presnel asked him curiously as they entered the changing rooms. sitting down next to his things, kylian shook his head as he took a big sip of his bottle of water. — have you even watched the clip already
“no, but i already got a three minute long voice message from antoine.”
the grin on presnel’s lips grew as he raised his eyebrows teasingly. “ohhh, t’as encore rien vu mon frère. amara pulled out the big moves.” — you haven’t seen anything yet, bro
putting his hoodie on, he chuckled as he felt pride curse through his body at the mention of her achievements. “anyone who didn’t know that she’s talented is blind. she’s more than just talented. i’ll watch the video later, once i’m at home.”
leaning in closer and with a certain mischievous glint in his eyes, presnel suggested funnily, “how about … we watch it here? make it a team bonding experience?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
watching his girlfriend on tv together with his teammates while she was singing about having sex with him was not something kylian wanted to bond over with his team. just the thought made a small flame of jealousy and possessiveness appear in his stomach.
but he didn’t even have the chance to decline as presnel had already called the rest of the team over. “le gars, venez vite,” presnel called the others over loudly, laughing when he saw kylian’s expression. “on va regarder le nouveau clip d’amara.” — guys come quickly, we’re going to watch amara’s new video clip
he facepalmed, hearing the other players come in rushed, as they all gathered in front of the big tv in the changing rooms. they had all smirks plastered on their faces when they walked past kylian, all ready to tease him for his girlfriend’s new song. especially when it was about their sex life.
there were only two times when kylian mbappé had wished for the ground to open up and swallow him: when he had missed that penalty at the euros 2021 and now. when he had to witness his teammates watch a music video that was clearly about his sex life.
the minute the first scene had started to play, he wished he had lied when presnel had asked him whether he had already watched the video or insisted he would watch it alone. the video hadn’t even been on for thirty seconds before he could hear the first whistles of his teammates.
“damn,” one exclaimed as they watched amara dance in a gorgeous red dress, kylian remembered having bought for her. he didn’t know she had planned to use it for her video. glancing at them, some were attempting to mimic amara’s move, failing unsurprisingly but causing laughter all around them.
and as much as kylian didn’t like the thought of his friends watching her in that way, those feelings were very quickly overthrown by the pride he felt while watching her.
seeing her in her natural element, the way she sang so graciously, her voice matching perfectly to the music in the background, a sense of awe and admiration rushed over him. he knew someone had to be good to sing and some were good at dancing but the way she was that talented to do both and make it seem so easy and flawless — it opened a new perspective. she had come and seen him in his element, witnessed the way he made the ball his own and became a warrior on the ground and now it was his turn to watch her undeniable talent.
and it wasn’t just that, that left him speechless and in awe. moreover the way she danced, her moves filled with passion and dedication but also charisma and ability— it all passed through the screens, capturing him completely and his heart too. his teammates were probably too busy gawking at amara to even truly listen to what she was singing about but kylian felt hit with every word that she sang.
her voice resonated in his ears like a melody, a sound he would never forget. it wasn’t as beautiful as her laugh but it always managed to brighten everything up, illuminate his world. even though he had realized from the beginning how lucky he was to know amara and that he had to treat her like the goddess she was, today was again, a reminder that amara imani way out of his league.
there was this legend that sometimes, one had to fall several times in love with a person to know that they truly loved her — kylian had probably already fallen in love with her twenty times and this video proved he would do it many more times. every note she sang, every word she said about them and their life, every move she performed — it was her that truly captivated his eye. and the funniest thing was the it wasn’t even amara imani that he felt so strong about. it was the woman behind the music that had made her way into his heart and made it her home.
he was brought back from his thoughts when vitinha gasped and ousmane let out a loud sigh as they were met with the sight of amara in a beautiful silver bikini dancing. kylian chuckled at the way he
“you hit jackpot with her,” achraf told him, punching him lightly on the arm. he couldn’t hide his grin this time, only nodding as he thought ahead to when she would be back from the shooting — he couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around her, cuddle her while he showered her in affections and let her know that she was the sun in his universe.
“kylian, does she have a sister?” neymar asked jokingly, laughing.
he didn’t bother to reply, knowing that they were just trying to tease him. but his face grew a bit hot — even thought nothing was visible — when the two women were moving together slowly, their extensions covering their private parts. especially because they seemed to be all in awe.
“toi mon frère, t’as de la chance,” presnel exclaimed, grinning widely. “t’as vraiment étè béni,” he told his friend proudly, who only laughed. he couldn’t help but chuckle at presnel’s and ousmane’s antics, occasionally laughing at his enthusiastic teammates. — you my brother, you’re so lucky
— you were really blessed
as the video came to an end and the music started to fade out, till the screen was abruptly black again.
at first the changing rooms were quiet, with everyone still processing what they had just seen — a masterpiece and a talented genius. and then they all started clapping and whistling for kylian who started laughing.
that they were all fans of her was no secret; it was probably the most obvious thing in the world that the france national team and psg were huge fans of amara imani and even more since they had found out that she was dating one of their own. but what they realized now was that they had never truly seen her in action, in her world.
and between all of them, it was kylian who was wearing the biggest smirk of them all. as his teammates went back to what they were doing, still providing for playful commentary while others packed their things since training was over, he pulled out his phone to text his girlfriend.
INCOMING FACETIME CALL
grinning at his phone, kylian happily waited for amara to accept the call even though he knew she would probably still be on set. she had been eager to release it as it was the proud result of hard work, creativity and teamwork.
kylian remembered the days when she came home tired and exhausted from shooting and learning the choreography and it made him incredibly happy to see how it had all paid off. amara imani was a force to be reckoned with the moment she set her mind to something.
“alors, comment tu l’as trouvé?” amara immediately asked him the moment she saw his face appear on her screen. — so, what did you think of it?
“incroyable. c’était vraiment une belle video.” he replied with a warm smile and amara’s heart swelled at his words, her heart was full of joy and pride. to be honest, every other opinion on her didn’t matter anymore as long as he was okay with it. “but i think i’d have preferred if it was just me who got to see your beautiful body and not the entire world.” — incredible, it was a beautiful video
“are you jealous kyky?” she teased him playfully, laughing as she walked to a bit more private space to talk to him.
“pas du tout. mais je n’aime pas partager ce qui est a moi,” he smirked, amara’s eyes growing wide. she loved when he was possessive about her in that way — a healthy way where he just showed how not only proud and lucky he was to have her but also grateful. a different kind than evan’s jealousy where it was mostly always about his image. “the beauty of your body is something i’d rather not share with the world.” — not at all, but i don’t like sharing what’s mine
the singer made a mental note to thank god again the minute she finished talking because the luck she got that she wasn’t able to spot a blush — she had truly been a favorite.
they talked a bit, kylian occasionally asking some questions to the shoot before amara even noticed the unusual background. “by the way, i see you’re still at training. did you sneak away to watch the video in private.”
he shrugged nonchalantly. “presnel insisted that we all watch the video. the moment i walked in they were very excited to hear my opinion. he and ousmane have been singing it throughout the entire session.”
once her brain processed what he had just told her and what that meant, amara placed down her phone to hide her face in her hands. “oh mon dieu, don’t tell me that the entire psg team just saw me grinding on cardi b.”
this time it was kylian who laughed loudly. “je viens de te dire que tout le monde t’as vu nu et là seule chose qui t’inquiète ce que mes coéquipiers ton vu nue?” — i just told you that the entire world saw you naked and the only think that’s worrying you are my teammates?
“how am i supposed to look them straight in the eyes anymore? what if your coach saw it? or your parents,” she asked panicking, cringing at the fact that his teammates had watched her sing about sex while practically grinding on cardi b.
if he hadn’t attired the entire attention before he had now when he laughed loudly again, his laughter infectious as a small smile grew on amara’s lips. “mon amour, you don’t have to be embarrassed. they loved it. honestly, you should have seen ousmane trying to mimic your moves. it was hilarious. and antoine sent me a three minute long voice message to fangirl about the song.”
“i forgot they’re my biggest fans,” she replied as her embarrassment slowly faded.
“sometimes i feel like i’m dating them with you with the way they’re fangirling about you.”
“t’es encore jaloux?” she asked him mischievously, her tone teasing. — you’re still jealous?
he chuckled, rolling his eyes at her playful antics. “i already told you, i’m not jealous. i just don’t like sharing,” he insisted amusingly, laughing.
“LES GARS, KYKY IS ON THE PHONE WITH HIS AMARA!” presnel suddenly yelled into the changing rooms, putting all attention on the couple again.
“amara is on the phone?” neymar asked confusingly as presnel grabbed kylian’s phone out of his hands and showed it to the others.
“rend moi mon téléphone,” kylian demanded instantly, trying to get it back but marco stopped him from doing so. — give me my phone back
amara watched as the phone got passed from person to person before it ended in achraf’s hands. “where are you at the moment?” he asked, confusingly not recognizing the environment.
“not even a hi or a good morning? achraf, i’m disappointed. and that after kylian just vouched for you,” amara teased him as he rolled his eyes still she saw his lips curve up.
“hi amara. good morning to you even though it’s already past four,” achraf went along, making them all laugh. “so where are you?”
“still on set currently in new york. we wanted to celebrate for the video. i was told you were very impressed by it.”
achraf snickered. “ousmane nearly twisted his ankle trying to recreate your dancing. sadly we’re not as talented as you. you mastered the art of dancing.”
“les gars, redonnez moi mon téléphone,” kylian tried to get his phone back but he might as well have yelled at deaf people as his demands weren’t even acknowledged. instead, achraf passed the phone to presnel. — guys, give me my phone back please
“alors amara, après avoir vu cette video. faut quand même que tu nous dises comment kylian a fait pour te draguer?” presnel inquired which made amara’s grin only widen. “parce toi tu n'es pas sur son niveau.” — so amara, you really gotta tell us how he managed to bag you because after that video…
her cheeks were probably hurting from all the times she had laughed today as she talked to them. “i’ll take that as a compliment.”
neymar, who stood next to them with a wicked grin, waved at her. “if it isn’t meu artista favorito. so, when can we expect the next one?” — my favorite artist
“and preferably more child friendly. i think we know enough about kylian’s fetishes now.“ he joked playfully, referring to amara’s song rocket that had been just as exclusive.
“well, you know me. never missing a chance to embarrass our dear kyky,” she replied cheekily, grinning as she could just imagine kylian’s reaction at the moment.
“soo…” presnel began, wiggling his eyebrows as his tone turned more suggestive. “does our kyky take you for a ride every night?”
“or is it you who pulls up on him?”
her eyes widened as she nearly choked, coughing hard while she tried to take a breath. needless to say, the question had taken her off-guard. and the reaction she had shown had made the entire team laugh.
“has he shown you his wild side yet?
groaning, kylian rolled his eyes at his teammates. “mais arrêtez. redonnez-moi mon téléphone,” he demanded again, trying to grab his phone but ousmane managed to avoid his hand every time. — stop it please, just give me my phone back
“ton copain lâ est insolent,” ousmane complained jokingly, knowing that kylian would be even more riled up. “you didn’t answer our questions. has our kyks finally shown you his wild side?” — your boyfriend is getting really annoying
amara laughed. “all i can say is that i’ve finally seen his true colours.”
his teammates let out a round of whistles, wooing while presnel proudly clapped kylian’s shoulders.
“i think we should invite her to our next fifa night, show her how much her guy is lacking when he’s not on the ground.” neymar teased, knowing how sensitive kylian was about that topic.
amara snorted, stifling a laugh as she rejected their ideas. “désolée but i am not interested in your fifa-skills and as for kylian, even ethan manages to beat him,” she retorted sassily as the guys laughed loudly around her. they would tease the shit out of kylian for that, especially because the french striker liked to brag about his skills. “but don’t worry guys, he makes up for his lacking fifa skills in bed.”
wooes were heard all around the changing rooms as kylian begged for the ground to open and swallow him.
as they continued to talk, amara could see kylian become more and more desperate which amused her greatly. “your boyfriend is getting violent. i feel like we should give him the phone back.”
“you could always keep him. he paid me enough to last a year,” she added jokingly, winking playfully at neymar as the three laughed.
she watched as they passed the phone around again till it finally ended in kylian’s hands and she was met with his face again. she could instantly see how worked up he was against his teammates, especially achraf, ousmane and presnel, with the way his eyebrows were furrowed.
“i’m so sorry about them,” he immediately apologized, making amara snicker. “and i am very sorry about those questions. je te sure, même moi je me demande pourquoi je suis ami avec une bande de idiots comme ca.” — i swear, even i ask myself sometimes why i’m friends with this bunch of idiots
“HEY! WE CAN HEAR YOU!” one of his teammates yelled and everyone erupted into laughter again.
“ky, i love your friends,” amara beamed, wiping away some of the tears that had rolled down her face. “you’re so real around each other and they’re funny. i love how supportive they are.”
“can’t even lie about that. but they tend to be annoying very often.”
“please, you would probably cry if they left you alone. the amount of times you text achraf, you would believe you were dependent on him,” amara responded, giggling quietly. “i’m happy that they liked the video. i just wished they didn’t know what it meant.”
he laughed, the two small dips that were practically the origin of their story making their appearance again. “you do know that google translate exists right? they would have found out one way or another.”
her smile fell as she thought about his words before realizing her own stupidity. “true,” she replied quickly, facepalming.
as they continued to talk, with amara telling kylian all about their celebration gathering and the scenes from behind the video, kylian had managed to grab his things and bid goodbyes to his friends, ignoring their teasing and playful comments on his way out.
“by the way, i have a very special question,” kylian began, his tone turning slightly suggestive and playful with a mischievous smile creeping up on his face. “did you actually mean everything you said in that video?”
mimicking his mischievous expression, amara grinned at him. “i guess you’ll have to wait for me to come home to find out,” she answered simply, sending him her biggest smile.
he was lucky. and he had to send brice the biggest gift ever for dragging him out to that bistro that night. it was certainly the least he could do after the latter practically made him meet the love of his life.
— august 2021
one thing was certain. amara imani did not like parties.
and she wasn’t talking about family parties or gatherings because she loved those. no, she was talking about celebrity parties that forced people who spent their entire time digging and leaving nasty side remarks about each other, spend the entire night together. the ones where everyone was smiling at each other while talking behind each other’s back. and she hated those.
and it wasn’t even because she didn’t fit in — she had met plenty of people who had complimented her and told her how they loved her music. no, what really bothered her about those parties was the way everywhere she went, she could not be herself. she couldn’t even count on her fingers anymore how often she had to change personality just to fit someone’s image. and she was really trying. but it was simply overwhelming her.
evan, her latest and first boyfriend, was used to them. he didn’t have a problem, lying people bluntly in their face without even batting an eyelash. (that he would also do that to her, she would learn later). evan loved those parties because it gave him a chance to extend his network. having grown up in environments like those gave him the advantage of knowing how those gatherings worked, what to say and what to keep to yourself.
but amara just felt like an innocent lamb thrown in front of a wolf's cave. she was new to all this. two years ago, she was just a girl going to university and singing as a side hobby when she had time. now she was a rising superstar with some people idolising her and people watching every of her moves with the deepest scrutiny.
and to that she also had to add every of her wrong choices that she had already made. choosing the wrong friends (even though they had a truckload of obvious red flags) was clearly the biggest one. they were textbook fake friends with the way they acted around her and amara didn’t have to eavesdrop on them to know that they were talking behind her back. they were the ones to criticize her the most, harsher than any media outlet. and they were the ones who had led her to evan.
evan, the guy she thought was in love with her. the man who had cheated on her after just a month of dating. the millionaire heir who couldn’t even be bothered enough to ask why his drunk girlfriend was gone and currently having a panic attack in a public bathroom.
instead it was a random guy, who she didn’t recognize, who asked her for the first time a decent human question. “i don’t mean to overstep but are you okay?”
a small sob left her lips as she tried to wipe away her tears to get a better view of the man who had just asked her a question. her mind was blurry with the amount she had drank to forget all the problems that were going on and except his silhouette she couldn’t make out much.
she tried to say something, her mouth opening but all that came out of her lips were small sobs that her body tried to stifle. knowing that she wouldn’t be able to speak one word, she nodded even though it was clear that she was anything but okay.
“are you sure?” he asked again, not wanting to overstep any boundaries before comforting the woman in front of him.
again she nodded even if her heart was screaming no.
“you don’t seem very well.”
she shrugged, swallowing another of her sobs. her life was going down the drain and she couldn’t even admit that she wasn’t fine. her head was spinning and starting to hurt from all this crying but at the same time her brain couldn’t stop and her eyes just wouldn’t go dry. as if she was crying all the liquid of her body.
she contemplated whether she should just stand up and go, leave the man but her body was exhausted from all the tears it had shed. she probably wouldn’t move till and would be forced to be carried out of here.
the least thing she expected though was for the mystery man to rummage through his pockets and hand her a tissue. it wasn’t that she didn’t have the idea of drying her face but it had just been her luck to go cry on the one toilet that did not have any tissue anymore.
she hesitantly accepted it, wiping the tears away and drying her cheeks a bit.
“do you wanna tell me why you’re crying?”
amara sighed, leaning closer to the wall, her head hitting the cold cement. “i would. but i can’t stop crying,” she managed to croak out, quiet sobs interrupting each of her words.
“do you want me to get someone?”
“nope. it’ll probably stop soon. i just drank too much and it’s the alcohol leaving my body through my eyes.”
in a normal situation she would have laughed at her joke now but even that her body couldn’t manage. her drunk-self was always too emotional. her heart lightened though when she heard a short sound, a small amusing snort. at least he could laugh for the both of them.
“you don’t have to worry. it’s not the first time i’m this drunk. i just never remember when it last happened,” amara replied. and she then noticed that she was finally able to form normal sentences again. without sobbing between words every time.
“yeah, i think that’s what alcohol does to you.” he laughed and then crouched down to sit down next to her. as he looked at her, scanning her and memorising every detail of her as if he was scared of forgetting it. even if he knew he would never. “aren’t you cold?” he inquired, remembering the chill air from outside and remarking how the dress she was wearing was not providing her any cover against the wind from outside.
“i was forced to wear this. i’d have chosen another dress if i had been given the choice.”
he contemplated for a moment and slipped his jacket off before putting it over her. his cologne was strong, but it somehow gave comfort and amara instantly felt the warmth spread through her body as she adjusted the jacked over her shoulders.
“that’s a dior jacket. i’m going to ruin it with my tears and makeup and these are not cheap.”
“well, they’re cheaper than a new conscience and mine would never leave me alone if i left a woman crying in the men’s bathroom who’s also freezing.”
“this is not the women’s bathroom?”
he shook his head. “nope, it’s the men’s bathroom.”
“are you sure?”
“very. but don’t worry, practically no one uses it anyway. there’s one that is closer so everyone forgets about this one.”
she nodded, a small ‘hmm’ leaving her lips.
“is this your first gala?”
“nope. you?”
“no but i tend to avoid them if i can.” that was new for her. she hadn’t met one person tonight who seemed not excited to be here. no one to share that feeling with and now she had.
“i get that. it’s not really my scene.”
“mine neither.”
silence again. their eyes were just staring at the ceiling, who knows what was going on in their brains this time.
“how long till you would have finally snapped?” he then asked.
“i would have probably lashed out to the next person who asked me about my boyfriend again,” amara responded and he noticed the way her body language changed at the mention of her partner.
he sniggered.
“do you have a girlfriend?” amara questioned before taking it back again. “you don’t have to answer. i just realized how random all this is.”
he laughed, making amara feel good about herself. “no. i had one but we broke up. mutual agreement.”
she sighed, her mind flashing back to when she caught evan cheating. “you got lucky. my boyfriend cheated on me.”
“oh, that’s shitty.”
“i know. and the biggest problem is that my friends are all advising me to reconcile with him because it was just a mistake. but i feel like i’m not giving myself enough respect if i just forgive him.”
“you have shitty friends. i don’t really know what to do in that situation but i would tell you: if his only excuse was that he was drunk, then he’s not worth it. you should think about whether the good outweighs the bad enough. and then if you really love him. listen to yourself.”
she managed to smile weakly at him. “that was the first real advice i’ve gotten in days.”
he chuckled. “i was told i could make a very good therapist.”
“you aren’t?”
“i wish i was. would have made my life easier if the entire world didn’t know who i was,” he admitted and amara felt kind of stupid for thinking he wasn’t a celebrity. this was a high class gala and why would they just let random people in there. of course everyone here was known for something.
she stared at the wall. “do you ever wish sometimes you hadn’t made it? that you had just stayed normal and lived the average life?”
that question was certainly her biggest what-if. what if she hadn’t made it? what if beyoncé had never told the world how amazing she was and that she was talented? what if she had just continued to live her life the way it was and pursue her business degree?
“... sometimes. i guess feeling normal again for a day would do me some good. it would make my life much easier at the moment.” he paused. “but at the same time, the only reason why i got where i am today is because i truly wanted it. i knew the risks and the disadvantages of that life and i still worked my ass of to get where i am today. because i truly wanted it. it’s about how much you want it and what you’re willing to sacrifice for it.”
again, another silence pause. amara thought about his words. he was right in many ways but the aspect of sacrifice was bothering her. hadn’t she already sacrificed enough to make it where she was?
“what’s your star job?” he asked her nonchalantly.
“i’m a singer. you?”
“footballer.”
she smiled at him. “we’re quite the pair, aren’t we?”
he smiled at her. they were.
“i always doubt why i’m here,” she confessed, a bit taken back how easy it felt to admit it to the person in front of her when it felt hard to even admit it to her parents. she would never be able to admit it to her influencer friends and she felt way too guilty to talk to liyah about her worries. “the scrutiny of everything, the demands, the way everybody keeps comparing me to people like Beyoncé when i haven’t even reached my own level yet. and all those people judging me for every faux-pas that i do. i feel like i’m suffocating.”
“well, what’s your reason for wanting to make music? what’s the reason that pushed you to become a singer?” he asked her sincerely. amara stared at the wall — she had never even asked herself what had truly pushed her to do it. she had just done it. “let me tell you mine for football.”
“since i was little, all i dreamed of was football. i was this small little boy from a poor neighbourhood and the only thing i wanted to do was play football. soon, it felt like i only lived for it because it was the only thing i practically breathed. i wanted it much more than anything else and i knew what i was giving up when i was accepted to play pro. privacy, normalcy — all those things that i had taken for granted suddenly became a privilege that no money on the world can buy. but football meant more to me. it was my dream and my passion. i wouldn’t give it up for anything on the world. what’s your reason?”
amara cleared her throat. “i wanted to make music. after i hurt my knee in dancing and the doctor said i might never dance again, i needed a distraction so i started singing. i didn’t realise how much that distraction became my passion till i started to forget about dancing. i loved music, writing lyrics, experimenting with it and just singing — it made me happy. and suddenly my dream shifted to making it in the music industry. i wanted people to sing my songs, brighten their day with it. and i didn’t care what i would be losing to make it. because making it outweighed the disadvantages so much.”
he smiled at her. “and that’s why you made it. because you wanted it. you weren’t gifted and born into that environment. you actually wanted it. if making music is the only thing you truly care about than screw what the others think and what the media say. you didn’t come to read magazines but to lighten the world up with your music. and you should focus on that.”
she nodded, not truly knowing what to say. he was right, she didn’t become an artist to entertain the medias but rather her public. and even if it was just one person, it was enough for her to feel like she made an impact.
“did you ever doubt?” she asked him hesitantly. “i mean to be that smart, you must have doubted at some point to become this wise about it. were you ever in this situation?”
he stretched a bit before answering, “i got called up to play for the national team which is like the biggest honour ever for a football player. and during an important competition, i was the last one to take the penalty and i missed which got us out of the competition. and now the entire country hates me and somehow it’s my skin colour they seem to blame.”
she sighed. “that’s the problem with fans. they switch up way too easily. but if it’s any condolence, you said the reason you made it was because football was your passion. and it’s not some racist fake fans that are going to change that. if it makes you feel better, i am your fan. and i don’t care how many penalties you have already missed.”
he laughed. “you don’t even know what club or nationality i’m playing for.”
amara giggled. “i don’t have to, to know that there are not two players like you out there.”
suddenly aware that the two must have already spent an eternity in that room, she stood up, cleaning her dress a bit. “i think we should go back before they start to look for us.”
“yeah we should,” he replied, ignoring the pang he felt when she gave him back his jacket. he didn’t want her to go.”
“i hope you’ll score lots of goals and prove to them that you’re the best.” she turned around, trying to save a bit of her makeup to not raise too many questions.
“and i hope, you’ll make it to the top, no matter if with a boyfriend or fake friends.” he smiled at her one last time and then she was gone as he stared at the mirror.
kylian really wished he had persuaded her that night to leave with him. he would have spared her a lot of pain.
amara being in new york gave kylian time to think their timeline over. but it also opened the door to hidden memories that he thought he had locked away for good. and his and amara’s first encounter was part of that.
he regretted letting her go that night. they had spent three hours together just for them to act as if it had never happened. he wasn’t mad though. because he knew she was drunk and that the chances of her remembering were low. yet he had still held out hope when he had seen her again at that bistro that maybe, just maybe she could recognize him. but when she hadn’t, he had been okay with that — their story would just begin again.
he just wished he hadn’t advised her to go back to evan. the pain and tears he could have spared her from by telling her to leave him after he had cheated on her — but on the other hand how should he have known that evan would turn out to be a serial cheater (the worst type of men in kylian’s opinion) and hurt amara more than he would have thought?
there were lots of what ifs in their relationship; some what ifs even to the building of their relation. he didn’t like to believe in paradox universes and the possibility of multiverse but in this case he liked to believe that in another universe, maybe amara had left that night with him. and she would never have had to suffer that way because he would have treated her like a queen. kylian liked to believe that in another universe there was an amara, who did not have to build so many walls around her because she was hurt too often. that she was happy.
and to say that kylian missed his girlfriend was probably an understatement. even with the many facetime calls they had, the longing for her did not stop or calm down. her absence had been remarked by everyone but he had felt it the most. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla was missing around him and no matter how often he secretly showered with her body wash or used her skincare (a habit he had taken after being forced by her) it just wasn’t the same.
he sat comfortably on the long white couch that graced his living room, his eyes not leaving the clock above him. excitement and nervosity rushed through his body at the thought that amara would finally come home. come back into his arms that would probably tackle her with cuddles. the bed definitely felt cold and empty when she wasn’t there.
hours passed and passed as he waited for her message to tell him that she had landed. in the time that he had waited for said message, he had cooked, cleaned his living room, rearranged his wardrobe — all things that amara usually did. and sitting on the couch made him recall all those movie nights they had had or their first lazy sunday where he had managed to burn an egg. they had left memories everywhere, symbols and anecdotes of their love story.
a soft yellowish glow cast a warm light over the apartment as kylian extended his legs to get more comfortable. it had been a long day for him and the rushed feelings he had felt throughout the day because he anticipated her return so much had clearly exhausted him. next to that, training had been much more demanding as they were facing newcastle in the champions league next week and they needed to win.
it was past nine when tiredness finally overcame him and his eyelids closed without him even noticing. despite his best efforts to stay awake and pick amara up from the airport to truly welcome her home, his fatigue made it first to him, his breathing steady as he fell into a light sleep.
thirty minutes passed with kylian sleeping before the door of his apartment silently opened and a very tired but happy amara stepped in, her suitcase trailing behind her. her heart grew twice its size when she saw kylian asleep on the sofa, his phone still in his hands. like kylian, amara had also been suffering under their separation, missing him deeply. no hoodie or sweatshirt that smelled like him could make up for the coldness she woke up to in those past few days and she had learned that the hard way.
she was tired, very tired, but still her mind felt alive as she let herself quietly in, making sure to not wake the french striker up. the way he laid so peacefully on the couch, sleeping calmly, amara felt butterflies storm her stomach again and her knees going weak. a small smile formed on her lips at the sight of him wanting to stay up just for her arrival. she pushed her suitcase to the side, careful to not wake him before staring at the image in front of her again. it was just the perfect domestic scene.
it didn’t last long though as kylian began to stir. his sleep had only been light and the moment he his nose had picked up a faint smell of cinnamon and vanilla with a hint of vanilla, he had immediately been reminded of home. and that could only mean one thing — amara was home. the typical scent that usually greeted him when he came home from training and his body immediately relaxed because it was comfortable.
he blinked a bit, his eyes accustoming to the light before his view got clear and he was met with the sight of his girlfriend. there she was in front of him, dressed in sweatpants and in his hoodie with her hair quickly brushed back and somehow she was even more beautiful than kylian remembered.
“t’es la,” he muttered quietly under his breath, stretching his head.
“i took an earlier flight. i wanted to surprise you,” she replied in the same low voice, leaning down to press a soft peck on his lips. god, how she had missed him and being close to him. “tu m’as tellement manqué.”
“viens ici,” he pulled her closer, his arms immediately engulfing her into a hug and warmth spread through their bodies. the feeling of safety and comfort was back.
it was sweet the way both realised they gone through the same things, the same weird syndromes. amara had come home earlier because she had missed him so much and both couldn’t bear to be apart any longer. anticipation and longing faded away as they hugged but love still grew.
“were you waiting for me?” amara questioned quietly, intertwining her hands as they laid down on the sofa.
“i wanted to pick you up, welcome you home,” he replied sleepily, his grip tightening around her to keep her close to him. she turned around to softly peck his lips again.
she smiled softly at him. “t’es adorable,” she commented in the same tone, sleep starting to come over her too. “can we watch the frog princess? i want to see a disney movie.”
“the frog princess again?” the french striker groaned lightly, hiding his face in her neck.
“how can you say no to tiana’s beignets?” amara asked him jokingly, knowing that kylian knew she just wanted to see prince naveen. “and it’s been so long since we watched disney.”
his eyebrows furrowed slightly, not particularly in the mood for a disney movie. even if he wouldn’t admit it, he had taken a liking to her 90s and 2000s rom-coms but all he wanted for the moment was to cuddle his girlfriend. and watching the frog princess would mean he would have to share her attention with ‘the prince naveen’.
“the only reason you want to watch this is because you want to eye prince naveen,” kylian teased her, a slight sarcastic undertone as he put the remote out of reach for her to grab it.
amara snorted. “you’re saying that as if that’s something to be ashamed of. i’ll proudly stare at prince naveen and his hot face.”
“so you want to watch a move to watch a hot animated guy while your real hot boyfriend is laying next to you?” he retorted sarcastically which earned him a small nudge on his arm.
it was late, way too late to start a movie now and all kylian actually wanted was to fall asleep with her in his arms. after sleeping the entire week to a cold, empty space next to him his heart paced quicker at the thought of waking up again with her next to him.
and at the same time, he knew how much disney movies meant to her. she had explained it to him as a symbol of her childhood, where they were the first movies she had ever watched because back then it had been all they could afford. and if it made her happy right now — who was he to deny her from being happy? he was fine as long as she was wrapped in his arms.
he rolled his eyes, a faint, fatigue-plagued smile tugging at the corners of his lips, as he pressed the remote to open disney + and find the movie. “next time, i get to choose,” he muttered, secretly smiling at the way amara’s face lit up. she cuddled into his chest, warmth spreading through her body, but not without pressing one last tender kiss on his cheek.
kylian reached for the remote again and started the movie, the room instantly lightening up as the title sequence began, with the famous disney castle intro illuminating their screen. as the movie began to play out, starting with melodious tunes and the film’s soundtrack, kylian found himself falling asleep again.
with amara’s faint scent of cinnamon and vanilla, that so often reminded him of home, the comfort and warmth that he usually felt around her was back and their safe space around each other was restored again.
without even realizing, his eyelids suddenly felt heavier than before and whenever he blinked, his eyes stayed close for an extra second. amara was too invested into the movie to notice the way kylian was falling asleep but she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t fighting off fatigue too. especially because just like for kylian, feeling safe around each other and a comforting atmosphere were the best conditions to sleep in.
kylian had fallen asleep a long time ago when amara’s brain finally succumbed to her body’s demand to sleep. the soft glow of the tv screen along with the yellowish glow of the light painted their faces, still cuddled together on the couch. amara reached for the remote to turn off the tv before she turned to face kylian who was sleeping peacefully, his breath steady and calm.
“je t’aime tellement,” amara mumbled sleepily, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before she also fell into a deep slumber her body very much needed. after several days or longing and sleeping next to the cold spaced in their beds, they were very happy to have each other back. especially when they knew that this would last for eternities. as kylian liked to say “nous deux, c’est pour l’éternité.”
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Concert tickets
Headcanon: Where its you, them and the music taste. Ft Dazai, Chuuya, Tachihara and Lucy
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Here is a lil headcanon for you (exams are shit, they decrease the writing creative power) bear with it AND THE GIF AM SORRY I CANT LMAO 😭
Dazai:
This man is 10/10 screaming the lyrics in the office.
Now he is a fan of Mitsiki too, but 'I wanna be yours' hits different.
Assuming your favorite band, he makes sure you least have a vintage case tape thingy even if it means Kunikida's bank account goes dead.
You both are broke babes,😭 cant even go to the concert.
But if you get to go into a concert, *cough* Kunikida's card *cough*, he makes sure you stay close to him
He 1000/10 gets lost in the concert, so pretty much you have to make sure his body aren't damaged. Twig like mf fr
WHY DO I IMAGINE HE MIGHT AS WELL AS CLIMB THE STAGE AND SING OUT-😭
If there are any fan meets, he makes sure you are with him cause there was this one time you beat him up just cause he didn't take you to a meetup. 💪💀 #saddazaicauseheisbroken
Dazai slays in the artist's t-shirts.
He secretly writes those artist x reader fanfiction on tumblr or smthg idk
I think he had a arctic monkey obsession phase.
It was a traumatic phase
I can feel like once you both only talked in I wanna be your lyrics, and oh boy the ADA was traumatized.
Once you refused to give him cuddles and bro really screams 505 lyrics.
He got a restraining order from the band when he sung at their concert.😭
The whole neighborhood got deaf by his singing.🤡
IMAGINE FIGHTING WITH PM AND THEN MF GOES LIKE
"I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be" AND THE PM GOES WHO POSSESSED THIS MF NOW. (I need sleep)
Aww you love your boyfriend even when he is having broken bones and currently in hospital bed for going to a concert alone and getting crushed by sweaty people😭 <333
Chuuya:
"MILLANIUM KIDS THAT WANNA DIE" Bro might as well be a Dazai kinnie in music taste.
He had a Conan gray phase and still isn't over it.
Its a good thing you are his S/O.....YOU GET A FREE TICKET TO CONCERT WITH HIM.💪💀
can we appreciate this man? HE BUYS MERCHS FOR YOU <3333 WITHOUT STEALING OTHER'S MONEY UNLIKE SOME. 🤡
(well technically he steals their life so naturally the pay is for the life so he steals soul and money but he is a babygirl...he is forgiven.)
He has to use his gravity powers thingy. YOU BOTH ARE TO MUCH DEPRESSED IN THE CROWD.
"Woah, this place is just like my mind, messed up"
"STFU Y/N 😭I AM TRYING TO BUY SOME MF TICKETS"
Awww he probably have you sit over his shoulder so that he can lowkey fly and you both can see the concert.
He cries if the song describes his life.🤠
Cause like one time you caught him listening to Mitski and he was crying. YKW YOU HUGGED HIM AND KISSED HIM CAUSE NO ONE LIKES A CRYING CHUUYA (maybe in bed thats different)
PLEASE I CAN IMAGINE THAT WE FORCE THIS MF
INTO
SINGING
LEVITATING
WHILE FLYING 😭
"I wish he levitates away forever, his singing makes my ear bleed"
*Dazai proceeds to levitate to ADA hospital bed*
Chuuya supremacy
Tachihara:
Who knew this man got a music taste?
The same music taste as yours.
213420/10 the best music taste duo.
YOU CAUGHT THIS MAN RED HANDED LISTENING TO CPR. 🤡
His personality will be screaming Daddy Issues 😭
You still are suspicious how he got the concert tickets that too for TWO PEOPLE 💀
He will be those people who either will scream lyrics in someone's phone while they are recording or will those privileged people who get recognized by the band.
Why can I imagine him saying that the concert sucks?
YADADA YOU STILL DRAG HIM ANYWAYS.😭
*insert him doing funky dance on new rules by Dua Lipa*
Lowkey feels he listens to Spanish songs.
Imagine being along in room with this mf and he starts to sings Die for you??? While he spins you around dancing and laughing????
#blessed.
STFU. He had a Alan walker phase. No ifs and buts.🤡
Awww he brought your favorite artist's merch......WHERE IS THE HIDDEN MONEY BOY.
(Ill vibe with him on song 'this december')
EXTRA BUT HIM SINGING TELEPATH?? MY HEART CANT-😭
He brought a spotify premium for both of you <33 TAKE THAT ADS. 😭
Lucy:
She gives me girl in red vibes.
Pretty sure she is embarrassed to admit her music taste.
SHE IS THE REASON YOU LISTEN TO AMERICAN MUSIC ATM IDC.
You both will be sneaking in the concert using her ability.
LIKE FOR FREE??🎉🤠
You suggested that you should just have the door half ass open cause the crowd is just to much crowdy.🤡
She dragged you to follow her.
HELP SHE GOT CALLED ON THE STAGE TO SING WITH THE ARTIST. 10/10 she sings well.
Her music taste really is various but we love it.
She lowkey thinks you don't know she had a Justin Bieber phase, but you aren't confessing, it will hurt her ego.😭
You both watch those 2 hr concert video uploaded on Youtube (bless those uploaders)
"Y/N we can very well visit the concert venue you know?"
WAIT TILL THE COPS REALISE THAT💪💀
Awww look at you, just you both making Spotify playlist for each other.
"F-R-I-E-N-D-S"
"Y/N please, you are acting worse then when you are drunk😭"
"🤡 Haven't I made it obvious"
You brought her a little marshmallow keychain.
So like Atsushi accidently entered you both jamming to your favorites of all time and ummmm it left a traumatic picture in his mind that day. (Dw its just both of you jamming to much hard and the room is trashed out <3🤠
Fun fact: I was really confused on who to pick and wrote Tachihara thinking the poll cant change in 30 mins. (P.s it did and Lucy won)🤠
Fun Fact pt 2 : Requests are getting proceeded, stop spamming asking when they are finished 🤠 dw, am up for y'all love and appreciations and Ideas
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🌹Paris🌹
Pairings: dbf!Sirius x Lupin!fem! Reader
Summary: you call Sirius while he’s at work and ask him about your future
Warnings: FLUFF!! Illusions to smut. Nicknames like baby, sweetheart etc. A-lot of fluff let me know if i missed anything.
A/n: this is my first fic so be patient with me loves❤️
Sirius sits in his office chair shifting uncomfortably. He looks at the photo to his right, a photo he took when you two went on a weekend getaway. You somehow talked to your parents into letting you spend a weekend with your “friends” in london but in all reality you spent the whole weekend with sirius beacuse conveniently had a work conference thats what he told your dad.
Sirius picked up his phone and dialed your home phone number. You answered sweetly,
“Hello?”
“Hello, Princess” Sirius spoke
You smiled and turned on your side kicking you feet in the air.
“Whats going on?” You questioned
Sirius usually didn’t call this late at night so you knew something was wrong.
He sighed into the phone
“Just a long day full of meetings and horrible people.”
You nodded along even though he couldn’t see you
“It just got me thinking…” he trailed off
You sat up leaning against your headboard
“Thinking about what?”
“About you” he said quickly “about you and wishing there was some way i could have you all the time, in front of people.”
Something inside you fluttered he never spoke about you like this but than realization came to you about the people he was talking about
“Like my dad?” You quietly whispered
A sadness grew over you. You loved Sirius and you wanted to be with him in the same way free of judgment.
“What if we went another trip?” He asked
You smiled into the phone
“Mmm” your mind raced thinking about you and Sirius somewhere far away somewhere no one knew you, somewhere you could kiss him in public.
“Where would you want to go, Sweetheart?”
You thought about his question. You wanted it to be romantic and you wanted it to be far enough from your dad but close enough it wouldn’t cost a fortune
“What about Paris?”
Sirus relaxed in his chair leaning back as he also mused the idea. The idea of you and him being normal like a couple without sneaking around.
“ I think that is a wonderful idea, baby”
You moved around in your bed
“Sirius?”
“Yes” he cooed
“I miss you”
He smiled at your words
“I know baby… i miss you to” He wasn’t usually one to be this soft with you but he needed something different he needed you and he needed you now before he did something reckless like confess his overwhelming love for you in front of your dad, his best friend, just so then you wouldn’t have to sneak around
“Why dont you come by after school tomorrow, we can plan our trip and maybe something else.. if you’re good.”
You felt your self blush
“Okay”…. “I love you” you whispered
“I love you too, goodnight”
Sirius hung up the phone. He went on his computer and booked two tickets to paris❤️
#sirius black#remus lupin#harry potter#sirius black smut#sirius black fluff#sirius black fic#lana del rey#lana del rey fic#paris#sirus black x reader#dbf!Sirius black
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guyyyyyys I didn't tell you about the Maustetytöt concert yet (don't think Ive forgotten about it ✌🏻)
so here's a not so short version of what happened: today a week ago we went to Cologne to see them in a beautiful hall full of hipsters and Finns. It looked amazing:
after a pretty long wait they came on the stage -without saying a word- and began playing songs from their most recent album (Maailman Onnellisin Kansa)
they played just so good *chef's kiss* it couldn't be better, also the sound acoustically had pure quality!!
I had many emotional moments that just touched my heart and made me cry because it was so wonderful...
thats me, their fancy groupie, finally get to see my idols 🖤🖤 coincidentally I dressed matching outfits with them which was niceee (yes I drank beer, not sorry, it was delicious)
the feeling is indescribable, I saw sooo many people dancing, vibing to that niche insider music. For three months this music was my obsession, my hyperfixation and it felt like the long awaited finale.
People were simply enjoying their lives, laughing, drinking, with friends or alone... and so did I: enjoyed every second
thanks to my mum & dad and a guy who gave us an additional ticket for free, I love you <33
[that's not everything!! By far!! I also got the chance to talk to Kaisa backstage and agzwjhegwzzwhwgqzgwfwgsgj *fangirling* I'll tell you tomorrow ^^]
[omg no way this was true. And already a week ago?!]
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god i want a rose and the petal pushers spinoff almost more than i want a jatp s2
honestly it was @1mnobodywhoareyou that brought up the question abt Julie saying "Trevor introduced me to rock" but Rose had literally played in a rock band? whether not that an intentional or a script slip up, that is such a golden opportunity.
Imagine Julie hanging with her mom doing some chores and Rose says something that expose Rose used to play rock and Julie is like "HELLO MOM????? YOU PLAYED IN A BAND??? AND DIDN'T TELL ME??" and Rose would be like doing dishes and going "all right i did...oh well, now you know, maybe later i can show you some of my gear, some old stuff i have." And julie is like "?????? The fuck MOM OF COURSE I WANT THIS"
Rose simply deciding to introduce Julie to rock by playing her favorite artists and taking Julie to concerts, so Julie grows up looking up to a ton of bands and rock stars, such as Trevor, until she's 12 and one day her mom drops information that she was in the scene back in her teen years. So their dynamics becomes something like "suddenly my good vibes music teacher mom is actually a retired punk kid from the 90's who played in like 5 different bands and toured with her four broke friends around the country and has written tons of music and everyone in the scene know her so thats why she gets free tickets to concerts all the time bc people in the industry remember that fucking legend she was"
On a small addition, imagine Rose being actually a few years older than sunset curve and they were actually crazy for The Petal Pushers way before they had their own band, but by the time they were playing the orpheum, Rose had actually retired to go to school and already planning to move in with her boyfriend and the girls from Petal Pushers had moved on on their paths. Imagine them not recognizing Rose without her styled hair and punk makeup. Or. even better. That was the reason Bobby went to her bc he recognized her from the stage and wouldn't lose a freaking chance of talking to her (and making a move on her. Duh. Its not everyday you can flirt with a rock legend) and later in life, he still sends her tickets to all his shows and she always goes bc independently of not actually ending with her, he still admires her.
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There’s a Human in the Neighborhood! chapter 3 part 1
(Theres not really anything gross in this chapter, its like a part 1 to the next chapter. Also, some accidental reader x howdy!)
The sun hit you right in your eyes as you woke up. You got up and stretched a bit, your eyes feeling groggy. You rubbed them a bit to get the eye boogers out. By this point, you were quite well adjusted to your sweet little puppet town. One odd thing though, other than the fact that every other resident was a puppet, was the odd lack of an economy. Almost everyone were unemployed, and were always offering things out for free. You, on the other hand, still had to pay for all of your human things. You were still living off the money you brought with you. You actually applied to a new job only a town away not too long ago, and your first day starts today! You were just glad your neighbors were kind enough not to make you pay for anything for so long.
Sally was an actress, but she really only put on plays for her friends. You certainly hadn’t seen her in any movies before.
Frank was a Lepidopterologist, but he didn’t really seem to do anything with that degree. Other than like, stalking Howdy.
Speaking of Howdy, he was one of the two neighbors with an actual job. And he didn’t even ask to be payed in money! He only asked to be payed in jokes or observations, he used to occasionally ask for payment in a kiss on the cheek, but Wally would always stare at you two when you did, so he eventually just stopped asking. The only other neighbor with a paying job was…
“Oh, howdy Y/N! You’re right on time, I have a letter just for you!” Eddie greeted you as you walked out of your house. You smiled and waved, taking the letter out of his hand. It was from your parents, which was odd. Even if this town seemed a bit old fashioned, you still had modern tech. They could have just called you or better yet just sent a text. Eddie watched you open the envelope in your hand. To your surprise, there was 100 dollars inside! “Wow, Y/N, thats a lot of money! What are you going to do with it?”
“I’m probably going to use some of it to pay for my train ticket. Say, what do you do with your money?” you asked him. “Oh, why don’t you follow me?”
You followed him into Howdy’s place. Wally was in there, crunching an apple with those pretty eyes of his. “Y/N!!” he got up from his seat, holding onto your knee and looking up at you. “Oh, hello honey.” Howdy greeted you. Wally snapped his head back to look at him. Eddie walked over to the counter and began to talk to Howdy. You couldn’t really hear him because Wally was calling for your attention, asking you how you’ve been as he hadn’t seen you that much recently, asking you what you plan on buying and how you’re going to spend your day.
“Oh honey!” Howdy called you over “Come on, we’re going in the backroom.” You blushed a bit, this pet naming was pretty new, so you weren’t used to it. Wally slowly let go of your leg as he watched you make your way over there. Howdy opened the backroom door for you and Eddie, letting it close behind him. Inside the backroom was multiple large jars full of money.
“You see Y/N,” Eddie started to explain to you “As a community, we all decided it was better to just not use money. That it would be better to provide our services for free for eachother. Overtime, we learned how to live without much care to money, living off of stuff we could find easily without pinching a single penny. Any kind of money we get or find we put in these jars. Howdy has to buy stuff for his shop, so hes usually the only one taking money out of these jars. But if one of our neighbors needs help paying for something, like say installing a toilet, we’ll gladly crack a jar open for them.” You nodded as he explained. “So, if you feel as though you have too much money, you can just come here and add it to a jar. Only if you want to, we won’t force you.”
“We thought making everyone work jobs would make everyone unhappy.” Howdy chimed in. “So, it’s really only us handling the money. Do you have a job, Y/N?”
“Oh yeah, I do actually. I’m starting today.” You then checked the time on your watch, horrified. You were late! You ran out of the building in a rush, waving everyone goodbye, as you ran to the train station.
#welcome home#welcome home fanfic#x reader#howdy pillar#wally darling#eddie dear#part 1#toaster-hair
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sending this on anon so im not fully doxxing myself but the college i attend is the same college that tommy attended and i got an email yesterday with a free ticket to his show bc sales are flopping HARD and like....bro i turned that shit down and deleted the email in 1 second. the reason he isnt funny anymore is because the humour used to come from how quickwitted yet clueless he was for his age which is something people found rly endearing. he cannot lean into that schtick now as a wholeass adult who should know better. he hasnt changed and grown as a cc at all because of the horrible egotistical people he associates with and thats the only thing holding him back. hope his show flopping is a wakeup call to do better LOL
this is definitely a lot more blunt than i would have put it, but yeah, i think that's the crux of it. now that he's years older than he was before he's really lost the childish charm that he used to have that gave him a lot of leeway. his youth was a very important part of his persona and it doesn't hold up without that.
he's been keeping up the same childish bits the entire time and he really hasn't come up with new material. hopefully he's eventually able to grow as a content creator cause i do think he has a lot of potential, but so far his stuff for a while just hasn't been entertaining and it's really just made him look immature.
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TVDu femslash week
Day 3 - slice of life
Hayley's birthday was coming and Rebekah wanted make a surprise to her girl <3
"Rise and shine beautiful one!" Rebekah says with a smile in her face while opening Hayley's bedroom windows. "I planned an amazing day for you and we are going to enjoy everything from now until midnight."
Hayley just sat on her bed and smiled.
"Where are we going to?"
"Well, first we are going to my closest get you the best outfit we can. I'll take you in one of the best New Orleans bakery for breakfast, we are going shopping, lunch, Movies and a little party on my room because you don't really like people." Rebekah just grabbed Hayley's hand and pulled her out of bed. Rebekah choosed something simple but stylish for Hayley, that was just waiting on Rebekah's bed while thinking how hungry she was.
"You really look like a mean girl movies but better, nicer and hotter" Rebekah said for Hayley while the brunette was looking herself on the mirror.
At the bakery, they had an amazing breakfast with everything they could: cake, cookies, juice, coffe, milkshake, tea, fruits, bread, mixed eggs, bread... while eating, they were talking about life and just telling what gossips they knew and didn't told each other. Was kinda weird or dark because all gossips were like "he died" "she got turned into a vampire" but they couldn't just turn into humans and pretend those things didn't happened.
When they finished, they went to various brand and expensive stores to buy clothes, bags and jewelry for themselves.
"Isn't all that too expensive?" Hayley said naively.
"Oh, Hayley, don't worry with that. First: we can compel anyone here so they will let us get for free; Two: Mikaelson family is probably richest than those stupid and ugly millionaires; Three: you think Klaus and Elijah wouldn't buy some stuff for their little sister and for you? They obviously would." Rebekah replied in a simple way. "Just enjoy and let the money with me, that will let with my older brothers."
Hayley bought more stuff than she thought she would, Rebekah made her keep almost everything she liked. They didn't payed much ofc, just part of it because "it's not theft then" according to Beks.
They went lunch after going shopping, was already late but Rebekah insisted. She had made a reservation on Hayley's favorite restaurant of New Orleans.
"That was delicious, Bex. How did you knew thats my favorite restaurant?" Hayley was so happy, she was having something that never had before in her life and in the company of her best friend.
"I have my own ways to find out" Rebekah replied with a smile. The blonde girl was happy to see the little wolf smiling and having fun without any problems around.
After eat, Rebekah took Hayley to the Movies.
"You wanna watch anything specific?" Rebekah asked softly.
"Not really. You can choose this time." Hayley replied. "You buy the tickets and I'll get us some popcorn."
Hayley got the popcorn and they went watch it. Hayley didn't knew what movie was but she trusted Rebeka's choice. In fact, the movie was amazing and Hayley loved, but got intrigued. Was a sapphic movie and she started to think if Bekah was into girls just like she was. Hayley had an affair with a girl when she was 16, but things didn't went well and the girl was human what made harder.
Was already dark when the girls left the movies and went back home. Hayley went to her bedroom for a shower and Bex prepared everything on her room. They were going to make nails, drink wine and eat candies until get tired and then sleep.
Hayley was on pijamas in Rebekah's bed waiting for the blonde, she was having a shower. Hayley started imagine again, if Rebekah was into girls or not. She didn't even knew why she was so bothered with that at all. When Rebekah come, Hayley just ignored her thoughts and girls went talk and drink. They made their nails together and after some wine glasses, Hayley decided to ask:
"Bex, why you decided do all that?" Hayley said. That's not what she was going to say but she was also curious about this.
"Look, when I was young, nothing of this existed. I wasn't poor but I wasn't even close to be rich and we just lived our lifes simply. You never had the chance to have any experience like this and you definitely deserve it. Im rich has a thousand years but I'm not your friend that long. I thought would be good enjoy our time together living the life we never could get."
"That's so beautiful, Bex. I can't even thank you enough for today"
"You should thank Klaus. He made you pregnant and a part of this family. Technically wasn't him who made you part of this family but-" Hayley interrupted Rebekahs speech.
"Are you into girls?"
"Yeah, of course, but why the question?" Rebekah was curious to know what Hayley was going to say. Obviously she liked girls too, she just didn't felt like needed to tell anyone because her partners would end up killed anyway.
"I just... I don't know why this bothered me so much, but I couldn't keep wondering."
"Are you into girls?" Rebekah asked a little apprehensive.
Instead of just say "yes" or something affirmative, Hayley went to Rebekah and kissed her. Rebekah was confused at first, but started enjoy the kiss. The blonde put her hands on Hayley's waistline and brought her to her lap. After some minutes, Rebekah put Hayley on the bed and they took off their clothes while still kissing.
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#that's it#couldn't post yesterday sorry#late but here#hope you like#xoxo#tvdu femslash week#tvdufemslashweek#the originals#tvd universe#hayley marshall#hayley mikaelson#rebekah mikaelson#haybekah#hayley x rebekah#rebekah x hayley#tvdu sapphic#tvd sapphic#added random gifs
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https://www.tumblr.com/autismvampyre/741462958593441792/hate-how-its-practically-impossible-to-find-anti?source=share
I saw this post and I couldn't agree more and Im asking anonymously cause I don't want to get judgement and stuff and I know this is going to sound a little dumb but I'm having a crisis about like. Whether or not I should support Taylor anymore like. Im going for the eras tour soon and I'm obviously really really excited but I've been seeing more and more anti swiftie media and it all really makes sense. Your blog was like the only anti swiftie one that didn't say all swifties deserve to die lol (at least from what I could find) but I just wanted to know if you have any advice on like letting go of the music in a way. I love her music, and one of the reasons I'm really scared to let go is that my childhood best friend and I share so many precious memories over her music and I don't want to disappoint her in a way by not listening anymore and her music helped me through really really hard times, which feels kind of dumb to say cause I'm 15, but like it's always really helped me and I don't know if I can or if I want to let go but at the same time I'm huge on ethics and a big part of my life has always been helping people and empathizing, and I just don't know if I want to support an artist who can't seem to publicly do that. Idk I was just wondering if you had advice? Thank you so much :)
P.s. feel free to ignore this ik it's loaded and not related to your blog entirely
hey! thanks for the ask. i wanted to respond to this before i forgot so this might be rushed but i hope i can still help.
i get your dilemma, i really do. i like her music a lot and one of the worst things about the anti swiftie community is how much it relies on the "her music sucks" card. its lazy and just personal taste, and i absolutely hate the puritanical idea that if you enjoy a single taylor song you are in some way morally lesser. people like what they like, and i think it's completely fine to enjoy her music because that isn't really an ethical concern
you can separate the art from the artist. its fine to do so. you shouldn't force yourself to stop listening to music you like unless you feel thats right for you. im very critical of taylor but i still occasionally listen to her music because there are a lot of memories attached to it and those memories are precious to me. art can make you feel so much, and you're not dumb for feeling comforted by it.
i dont think you have to let go of her music unless you want to. i believe the most important thing is to let go of the idea of taylor as a brand. people tend to get attached to her due to clever marketing; to a lot of people she's their friend and they feel very protective over her for that. taylor thrives off the parasocial relationship of her fandom which is financially beneficial to her. the most important thing to remember is that she is a billionaire with more money than you could ever imagine and it is impossible to get that rich without fucking over the poor. the image of taylor in the media is not real, she isn't the girl next door, she isn't your friend, she's an ultra rich celebrity who gets richer by pretending to be your buddy. once you've realized that, you're pretty much done
now, i definitely wouldn't recommend financially supporting her. if you're going to the eras tour don't go alone, be safe, wear earplugs(seriously this one is so important you dont want tinnitus believe me). i know there are a lot of different factors and ethics about the shows but as someone who a) hates live music cause im autistic and just end up overstimulated and b) was never in a financial situation where i could or even would buy eras tickets i feel very under qualified to tackle any of that so i'd recommend talking to someone else who knows about that.
to end, i'll just say piracy isn't theft if buying isn't owning snd there are guides out there so you can listen without paying her dime. sorry if this was incoherent, i am tired. have a good rest of your day/night/whatever time it is and please take care
#asks#nydias post#anti taylor swift#anti swifties#you can always send me another ask of message if you have more questions
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Growing up, i never was and still am interested in anything the celebrities do or say, coz i always have the feeling nothing on camera is real. its always an act and scripted. To be a celebrity is to sell one's soul to devil, as you gotta do anything to get to the top, and u gotta be willing to sacrifice everything you hold. This has been my opinion on any sort of celebrity life from teen years and i never changed. Seeing Louis try to be the good person in this devil world, either he really tries to put on an act to be the bigger person or he really is a bigger person. No matter, if you dont try to make a good name for yourself and the people around you are always gonna be sabotaging you, no matter how well you try to be the bigger person, its no use is it. You will keep your soul pure thats it. i think at the end of the day that is the goal may be he is trying, to keep his soul pure and put his music out, even it is only few people listening. Which I dont know if it is good thing or a bad thing. Do you want to sell your soul to devil to be famous or protect your soul and be willing to take crap. Not sure what is better to be honest. And all of these people in the his life are willing to use his good nature, use him as a stepping stone. People will walk all over you if you dont protect yourself. This naivety in believing people is only good as long as you know they dont want anything from you, but in a work environment no matter which one it is, you cant trust people, no matter what they say. You gotta learn to let go and accept. Even tho he knows this and has repeatedly experienced this, not sure why he is holding onto some things. May be as I said, he just wants to keep his soul pure, but at what cost ?
I’m convinced that after having experienced so many personal tragedies, Louis sets his priority as meeting his own standard of goodness.
His definition isn’t goodness as validated externally, but some internal, impossible, sometimes very messy standard that he sets for himself.
Louis practices the five love languages ALL THE TIME. Love often means choosing the worse option for himself, but he won’t even blink.
The pastor Gary Chapman proposed these five “love languages” as ways people prefer to have love communicated to them:
• acts of service (Louis’ acts of charity— not merely words, but acts)
• words of affirmation (“Yes Lad!” And his lyrics)
• quality time (spending time with people he loves… and spending time apart from people he doesn’t care for lol)
• receiving gifts (a free festival for fans, inexpensive tickets, quality merch, his gifts to family and friends)
• physical touch (his cuddles)
Louis is going to rise to this standard no matter how anyone around him behaves. Maybe this is the only thing he can control, and the only thing that allows him to survive without being degraded in the world he lives in.
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