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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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A/N: it's another collab with the amazing @harrysfolklore !! that means this fic has a buddy over on her blog with the insta posts featured in the story! go and check out her post as well!

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

PAIRING: Harry x famous!reader

SUMMARY: You’re known to be a huge Harry Styles fan, never shied away to make it clear and thanks to your friend, Adele, you finally get to meet the man of your dreams.

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“Have you met already the future hubby?” you read out loud the question as the warm Los Angeles sun is soaking into your skin, your dripping wet body is drying, you just got out of the pool, you’ve been entertaining yourself with doing a live on TikTok while you wait for your friend to return with the food. Lying on a lounge chair you’re holding up your phone and squinting your eyes to see the screen in the bright light as you watch the comments flowing in the live.

You chuckle at the question, knowing damn well who they were referring to as your future hubby. It’s been an ongoing joke for a long time, but you don’t mind it at all, you don’t mind that people call Harry Styles your future hubby.

It all started around the time you had your big breakthrough. Skyrocketing into fame has its ups and downs, people dug up any and every tiny detail from your past and that included your old Facebook profile that gave away your love for One Direction. A few pictures leaked out, nothing extreme, you were posing in your old bedroom at around sixteen, awkward outfits, ridiculous poses, but what got the most attention was the 1D posters on the walls behind you. The news that Y/N Y/L/N is a directioner spread like wildfire and you never even though about denying it.

“Of course I am! Are you kidding me? Those boys had me in a chokehold since day one!” you admitted at a talk show once when you were asked if the rumors were true. And when they questioned who your favorite is, you didn’t hesitate before answering. “Harry Styles. He is the love of my life,” you said without missing a beat.

And just like that, the world learned that you have the fattest crush on Harry Styles. It’s been brought up several times since then, talk show hosts love to tease you about it, they somehow still expect you to bashfully deny it, get all flustered and change the topic, but you never shy away from declaring your admiration for the man.

“I do love Harry Styles, a lot.”

“Oh, he is the hottest man I’ve ever seen!”

“Have I seen the pictures?! I have them fucking printed and framed in my bedroom!”

Some of your answers are now trending sounds on the clock app, people seem to absolutely love how unfiltered you are when it comes to Harry and your fans have been waiting forever for the two of you to finally meet, but it hasn’t happened yet somehow.

“I have not met him! You guys would be the first ones to hear about that!” you chuckle, answering the questions as all your watchers get into it deeper.

“How is it possible you haven’t run into him?” you read another question. “I have absolutely no idea! Maybe it’s fate, but it’s not too likely, because we all know we’re meant to be,” you grin at your own joke. “What do you think Harry thinks about you? He better find me smoking hot!” you snort and fixing your bikini you hold the phone so they can see your body in the video. “I mean, this is all for him!”

The commenters go crazy at your boldness and you find it so entertaining. People tend to forget that you’re just like them, you have your own hyperfixations, you have celeb crushes too, it’s just that the whole world knows about these.

You hear voices coming from inside and a few moments later your friend walks out with pizza boxes in his hands.

“I gotta go, it was nice chatting with you guys, take care!” you blow kisses at the screen before ending the live.

“His new album, Harry’s House debuted not long ago, he has movies coming out this year, another tour, but he made time to drop by and have a chat, please welcome Harry Styles!”

Jimmy Fallon announces Harry and a moment later he walks out from behind the scenes, the audience starts screaming as he waves at them approaching Jimmy.

“Thank you for coming, Harry,” the host greets him as they shake hands and do a brotherly hug.

“Thank you for inviting me,” he smiles back before they both take their seats and the cheering dies down.

“Harry, it’s so nice to see you again!”

“Nice to see you too, it’s been a while since we last met, right?”

“Yes, but you’ve been a busy man, so I don’t take it personal,” Jimmy laughs. “Y-You just released your third solo album!” he announces and he pulls up a Harry’s House CD from under the table, showing it to the camera as the audience starts cheering again.

“I did, yeah!” Harry nods proudly.

“It’s been a massive success, the first single, ‘As It Was’ has been on top of the toplists since the debut, so congrats!”

“Thank you. It’s so unbelievable that people are enjoying the album so much, it’s all I’ve ever wished for.”

“The reactions from fans have been amazing, they’ve been crying and screaming over the songs!” Jimmy laughs as they play a montage of videos and pictures from fans where they are reacting to listening to the album.

“Right, it’s been crazy,” Harry chuckles nodding.

“Do you have a favorite reaction you’ve seen so far?”

“There are so many hilarious ones, I loved seeing all the emotions, I don’t think that I can pinpoint a favorite one though.”

“Well, we have a favorite here around the studio,” Jimmy grins. “I don’t know if you know this, but Y/N Y/L/N is a huge fan of yours and she posted her reaction as well!”

“Oh I know about that,” Harry nods chuckling.

“Let’s-Let’s watch back the video she posted on her Instagram stories,” Jimmy tells before the video is played.

In the short recording you’re seen sitting at your dining table as Music For A Sushi Restaurant is played and you’re listening to it for the first time. The intro is playing as you’re moving along the music before his singing starts and your jaw hangs open, eyes wide as you gasp for air.

“Oh my God! Harry!” you gape, still moving to the music. Harry in the studio is now watching the video with a blush on his face, grinning ear to ear.

Then the part comes on when he sings ‘Just a little taste’ and you lose it in the video.

“Holy fucking shit!” you scream jumping up from the chair and Harry starts laughing with Jimmy.

The video ends, but they cut in the picture you posted right after, it’s you, lying on the floor with a pleased grin, the text ‘come and get your taste’ written on it.

“Oh my God,” Harry laughs, hiding his face in his hands.

“We know she is quite unfiltered, doesn’t shy away from saying whatever is on her mind and she didn’t hold back this time either!” Jimmy laughs.

“I’m flattered, really,” Harry mumbles with red cheeks.

“Did you know she was such a big fan of yours? Because it’s been confirmed by her several times that she is very much into you.”

“I’ve heard about it, yeah. It’s hard not to when she is doing so well, she is everywhere these days and I love her new music as well.”

“Oh, so you’re a fan of hers as well!”

“I definitely am, yeah.”

“Or are you just saying this so she doesn’t feel bad for being so unhinged?” Jimmy teases him laughing.

“I actually am,” Harry admits. “She is an amazing artist and I’ve been definitely listening to her music.”

“I’m not quite convinced, Harry. I have to quiz you to make sure you’re telling the truth!”

“Alright, I’m up for the challenge,” Harry chuckles.

“What was her first big hit?”

“Neon Love, came out in 2017,” he answers without hesitation, earning a round of applause instantly.

“Wow, nailed it! Okay, how many Grammy Awards has she won so far?”

“Three, so she actually has more than me!” Harry chuckles.

“Correct answer again!” Jimmy claps. “Okay, here is a hard one, if you get it right I’m convinced you’re actually a fan. She has a cover on her YouTube channel that has surpassed 33 million views by now. What’s this song?”

“Hello by Adele,” Harry answers again, of course, correctly and he even adds some extra info. “Fun fact, Adele reached out to her after the cover blew up and asked Y/N to perform with her at one of her concerts, they’ve been friends since then.”

“Holy Hell, you really are a fan!” Jimmy laughs with wide eyes.

“I told you!” Harry chuckles shrugging his shoulders. The conversation flows into another direction, but the internet catches onto it last and word gets to you about what he said about you.

You didn’t want to come today. You’ve been working nonstop this past week and all you wanted was to spend Saturday in bed watching Netflix. But you just simply can’t say no to Adele, it’s the law, right?

She texted you earlier that she’s having a barbeque to kick off the weekend and that she expects you to show up looking your best. That’s exactly what she wrote and you questioned why you need to dress up but she left you on read.

Adele left you on read.

So now here you are, looking bomb as hell walking into Adele’s house with a plate of cupcakes in your hands. It’s not your first time here, the two of you have been great friends in the past years, you’ve spend a thanksgiving dinner, several July 4th celebrations and even a New Year’s Eve here.

“My dear Y/N!” she greets you as soon as you walk in. “You look wonderful!”

“Thanks, you asked me to look hot for some reason,” you chuckle as you share a short hug and hand her the cupcakes.

“Sure and you do, come on in, the party is outside!” she announces, pulling you towards the sliding doors that lead out to the massive backyard. She seems extra excited to see you which is always nice, but very odd.

“What’s gotten your panties in a twist?” you chuckle as she pulls you out to the terrace and you wave around to the people.

“Just stay here, I’ll be back in a minute. Stay here, okay?”

“Okay?” you chuckle in confusion.

She disappears inside and you join a group of guests, grabbing a drink for yourself while you wait for her to return. You get so involved in the conversation that you total miss it when the sliding door opens again, only notice that people start to look at you smirking as if they knew something you didn’t.

“Y/N?” you hear Adele call out your name from behind and you turn around, completely unsuspicious, only to almost have a heart attack.

She is standing there with a smug grin on her face and next to her there’s none other than Harry Styles himself, who seems just as shocked to see you as you are to finally see him in real life.

“Oh my fucking God!” you scream and drop to a squatting position, hiding your face in your hands after placing your drink onto the floor next to you.

The guests around you start clapping and cheering while you’re still just squatting in disbelief that you are finally meeting Harry Styles. Luckily, he seems just as starstruck as you are, a blush adorning his face as he covers his mouth while laughing.

“Come on, Y/N, go ahead and greet the man of your dreams!” Adele laughs, tapping your back to get you back up standing.

“I’m gonna pass out!” you shake your head, waving around with your hands before finally mustering up the courage to stand up and look at Harry.

He looks absolutely gorgeous. Even more than you imagined him all these years. He grins back at you, the two of you just staring at each other for a few minutes before he holds out his arms, an invitation for a hug that you gladly accept.

“I’m sorry for my dramatic reaction, but I just can’t believe we are finally meeting,” you admit chuckling as you wrap your arms around his torso while he wraps his muscular arms around your shoulders. He is an amazing hugger, he holds you tight and runs his hands up and down your back while you get lost in his sweet, intoxicating scent.

“I’m flattered you’re so excited to see me,” he chuckles, and then adds: “The feeling is mutual.”

“Oh my God, stop saying things like that or I’ll start crying!” you laugh as you loosen your hold around him. His handsome face come to your sight again and he is all flustered and giddy, just how you feel too, having him so close to you.

“Now you two can finally hit it on instead of just mushing around about each other!” Adele speaks up from the side, a pleased smirk spread across her face.

She was planning this all along and this is why she told you to dress up. She knew you’d be meeting Harry today.

“I guess not just the two of us have been waiting for this to happen finally,” Harry says with a shy smile. “So… can I get you another drink?” he asks, then his eyes move down to the one you put to the ground while you were freaking out. “Or you want to finish that first?”

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Adele!” Jimmy announces his next guest and the crowd cheers as she walks out, looking stunning as always.

The hug and take their seats as the clapping dies down.

“It’s so nice to have you here, thank you for dropping by while you’re in the city!”

“Oh, it’s always a pleasure.”

“You’ve been quite busy lately, so it’s so nice you could take the time to have a chat with me. You have new music coming out soon, you must be busy with your son as well,” Jimmy lists and she nods along smiling. “And you’ve been also playing matchmaker too, right?”

“Oh my God, I knew you’d bring it up!” she laughs clapping her hands as a photo of you and Harry comes up, the one that was taken the night the two of you finally met at Adele’s party, and the one that was later posted on Instagram, making your relationship official.

“This is Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles we see here, very cozied up, right?”

“Yes, indeed, it’s the lovebirds,” she laughs nodding and the audience cheers at how she called the two of you lovebirds.

“They basically broke the internet when they made it official and I have heard you played a big role in bringing them together, is that right?”

“Absolutely!” she nods proudly. “I’ve known both of them for so long and they were into each other all this time. I mean, Y/N made it pretty obvious, but Harry was like a giggling little school girl too when she was brought up!” She throws her hands up in disbelief. “So I got fed up and brought them together. You should have seen their first time meeting!”

“Well, I’m glad you brought it up, because we do have a short video of that meeting,” Jimmy smirks before a video is played that was shot by probably one of the guests at the barbeque that day.

It’s short, only shows your outburst at seeing him and then you squat down before the hug happens and it cuts out there.

“They were both shitting their pants!” Adele laughs.

“It’s hilarious, but I guess it all turned out to be perfect, right?”

“Of course, they are disgustingly in love and I hope I’ll get an invitation to their wedding,” she jokes.

“I hope I get one too,” Jimmy laughs. “So who are you bringing together next?”

Without missing a beat she answers with a straight face.

“Lizzo and Chris Evans.”

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mayonnaisethepotato · 9 months

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IM SO MAD I SAW THIS POST ONCE WHICH WAS LIKE (the gaps are reblogs)

person 1: "why is no one talking abt eggs like its literally eating the chickens children imagine if someone kept taking ur children"

person2: "because it makes you sound like the vegan teacher"

person 1: "okay but i love eggs i literally live and breath eggs i love eggs so much i have one everyday for breakfast"

person 3: "but you are a directioner"

person 2 "what does that mean?"

person 3: "watch, hey, (og poster) have you ever had eggs?"

person 1: "no, never"

AND I CANT FIND IT ANYWHERE I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOREVER IT WAS SO FUNNY

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acesofspadess · 10 months

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Endless Love 5

a/n: this chapter was fun to write

Live semi finals

Moving onto the live shows had you and Niall closer than ever. Since it was only you and Gina he had offered to have you over his place for a movie night. You had picked up Gina on the way to Nialls place and she wouldn't stop teasing you. “How does it feel to go to your crushes house?” to which you rolled your eyes and turned the music up. When you got there he opened the door with his arms wide ready for hugs.

You ended up talking through the first movie and half of the second until Gina had to go. You had offered to drop her home but she said her dad was already on his way and that you didn't need to. When she winked you knew what her plan was and you walked her to the door. “Let me know what happens.”

“Eff off.”

You sat back on the couch and looked to see Niall putting the stuff away in the kitchen. “Is this ‘I'm cleaning to kick you out’?” you teased as he looked up from what he was doing with a smile. “No, it isn’t. I'd never.” He shook his head with a laugh and came around to join you on the couch. He sat down next to you and threw his arm behind your head. You looked up at him to see he was already looking at you. “What?” you cocked your head. “Nothin’.” you looked at his face adorned with a small smile for a little longer before looking away. You watched the movie for about 10 more minutes before your eyes were feeling heavy. Niall saw and he used the arm behind you to push you into his chest. You snuggled into his chest inhaling his scent and slept until the movie was over.

When Niall woke you up your head was still on his chest but your arms were now wrapped around him. “I'm sorry.” you whispered, wiping sleep out of your eyes. “Don't be, rather you'd be well rested before you drive back alone.” he smiled down at you and you got up with a small smile in search of your keys. “Thank you for this Ni.” you said on the other side of the door. “You only call me that when you're sleepy.” he noticed. You looked up at him and the distance- or lack there of- made itself obvious. You watched as his eye trailed over your face and landed on your lips. Yours landed on his and before you could make any rash decision the wind of the night shook the bushes causing a disruption in the trance you two were in.

“I'll see you later Niall.”

“Drive safely Bleu.”

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You were backstage with your sister Indi to film a little segment. “I'm excited to be back. It feels like it's been forever even though it's only been a few weeks. I went back home and ended up getting noticed by some people. It was a surreal experience.”

“I brought my sister with me today. She's been one of my biggest influences and best friends.”

“Second to Harry.” she pointed out and you laughed with a subtle nod of your head. “I saw that!”

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You walked in with Indi and saw Niall with a big smile on his face. Him and Indi ran to each other and hugged. “I've been replaced already.” you laughed as they released their hug. “You can never be replaced.” Niall said, hugging you tightly around your waist. Not much happened since that night as you had been back home in Mullingar.

“How's home?” you knew when he asked it meant something more to him. They were his people too. “I've gotten noticed here and there. But Mullingar is Mullingar.”

“She's waiting on her mural to cover yours.” Indi joked and you shoved her off. “Don't say that. You know how many Directioners follow me? I can't be attacked.” you all laughed before Indi was saying her goodbyes.

“Alright, semi-finals.” he smiled at you. “Its mad.” you giggled,”‘i cannot be more truthful when i say i didn't think i would get this far.” you confessed. It was a long journey. “You deserve to be here. You're one of the few that can step up under pressure. And the fact that now in the semi-finals you want to use my songs again and play the piano. It's not an easy song to play either. Bit of pressure.” he laughed. “Shall we do it?”

“Yeah, let me just put my in-ears in.” you said struggling to get them in. “Have you put it over your ears?” he asked, looking at your struggle. “I've tried but I can never get it. Teach me." He came up to you and took the in-ear and adjusted it around your ear delicately. “Comfortable?” he asked, going to sit back down. “Yes actually.” you sat down at the piano and adjusted the mic. “Pop star problems.” he joked and let out a burst of laughter.

When you finished the rehearsal Niall stood up and clapped. “Strap in America. It's gonna get wild.”

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You played the first keys of the piano and smiled

We fight, we get high holding on to love

We came down 'cause there was nothing holding us

Is it wrong that I still wonder where you are?

Is it wrong that I still don't know my heart?

Are you all dressed up but with nowhere to go?

Are your tears falling down when the lights are low?

Another Friday night tryna put on a show

Do you hate the weekend 'cause nobody's calling?

I've still got so much love hidden beneath this skin

You take the mic off the stand and stand up walking over to the front piano.

So darling

Put a little love on me

The audience cheered as you got to the climax of the song

And put a little love on me

When the lights come up and there's no shadows dancing

I look around as my heart is collapsing

'Cause you're the only one I need

To put a little love on me

You looked at Niall and saw a soft smile on his face

We wrote and we wrote

'Til there were no more words

We laughed and we cried

Until we saw our worst

Is it wrong that I still wonder where you are?

Is it wrong that I still don't know my heart?

You make your way to the middle of the stage

Are you all dressed up but with nowhere to go?

Are your tears falling down when the lights are low?

Another Friday night tryna put on a show

Do you hate the weekend 'cause nobody's calling?

I've still got so much love hidden beneath this skin

Will someone

Put a little love on me, yeah

The crowd cheered for your note and it gave you a confidence boost

Put a little love on me

When the lights come up and there's no shadow's dancing

I look around as my heart is collapsing

'Cause you're the only one I need

To put a little love on me

Last night I lay awake

Stuck on the things we say

And when I close my eyes, the first thing I hear you say is

You sang through a smile as the audience roared again

Put a little love on me, yeah

Put a little love on me

When the lights come up, we're the only one's dancing

You pointed to yourself then to everyone in front of you

I look around and you're standing there asking

You made your way to the stairs and sat down on the top step which was covered in stage fog.

You say, you're the only one I need

So put your love on me

You're the only one I need

Put your love on me

Ooh

Put your love on me

You waited for the last keys to play to end your note and you let yourself breathe before standing up and making your way back to centre stage.

You saw Niall standing up and you bowed to him subtly. “Well the live semi-finals are off to a great start thanks to Bleu from Team Niall.” Carson introduced. “Alright Kelly, give us some thoughts on our first performance tonight.”

“Way to start the night Bleu. You are so talented. I will say that the beginning was my favourite. Just you and the piano and your god-given voice is just incredible enough- it lifted when the band came in obviously - but my favourite part was the beginning. That was so beautiful.” you smiled at her praise. “Thank you Kelly. Blake.” Carson shifted.

“I thought the entire performance was just great, but I'm with Kelly. I loved the piano and you together. There was just something different about that for you. I thought that Niall was a really cool choice for you. Your voice is so dynamic and your able to play with it.”

“Alright Niall, give us some thoughts on this performance.” you looked down at him to see him smiling. “Oh, Bleu.” he praised. “America, I told you to strap yourselves in. This woman is just off the charts for a reason. Get your votes in tonight.'' The audience cheered and you watched Niall wait to say more. “Its takes a lot to go up there and sing a song from your mentor, -twice!- and let me just say. You made that song yours, and you sang it better than me.” you shook your head looking down as everyone roared for you.

“If you want Bleu in the finale, you can vote when it opens. One last time give it up for Bleu Wilson.” you waved to everyone up top and gave Niall a quick hug knowing everything was live.

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You walked up on the stage hand in hand with Gina standing next to the other teams. Carson asked a few questions before getting to the moment you were waiting for. “I will now reveal the first artist saved by your real time votes and advancing to next week's finale. By the way, i'm going to reveal the artist tonight in no particular order.” you all linked hands down the line and you took a deep breath.

“Here we go. Your first finalist is…. from Team Blake, Grace West.”

“Your second finalist is… from team Kelly, D- Smooth.”

“Your third artist is… from Team Niall… Bleu Wilson.”

You covered your face in your hand and immediately hugged Gina. Novias, who was like a big brother, turned and gave you a hug as well. You blew kisses to those on the other side of the stage before walking as fast as you could in heels to the steps where Niall was waiting to help you down. “Yes!” he cheered for you, wrapping his arm around you tightly. He walked you down the rest of the way knowing you wouldnt want to fall on live TV.

bleuwilson you're the only one that I need

User9 I- THE RED DRESSSSS

User2 i hope she wins

User7 i love how niall helped her down the stairs

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writteninthesewalls28 · 4 months

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Love at first sight

A prequel to "Love forever and always"

A/n: This work is part of the "be my valentine challenge" by @bemyvalentinechallenge for the day 7 prompt.

Summary: Charlie is Taylor’s best friend. Her friend set her up to a date with Niall Horan, but she’s a little too nervous…

Warnings: not proof read, curse words

I sat in the little, cosy café in central London and waited for him to turn up.

Was this a bad idea?

Yes.

But, to my defence, it hadn´t even been my idea. My friend Taylor had the GREAT idea to introduce me to my all-time celebrity crush Niall Horan (yes, I am one of the directioners, try and change it) during the Grammy´s after party that Taylor previously had invited me to since she needed someone to come with her.

Well- what should I say? Her plan worked, luckily. We had the most awkward chat you can ever imagine (that´s at least my point of view, he said, it was the most interesting chat he ever had with someone during an after party, probably wasn´t such a high compliment though) and at the end, I held a little piece of paper with HIS telephone number in my hand.

Taylor went crazy about it. Of course she did, she always does as soon as something rather interesting happens in my life.

Fast forward, he invited me.

Today.

To this café.

And I never had been more nervous before.

I had a date.

And just deseperately hoped, my favorite skirt in college style and the oversized shirt were at least a little bit appropriet for this type of date.

But before my mind could think of any other problem, he walked through the door. And god, he looked good. The blue-yellow baseball jacket combined with the jeans looked perfect. Because he was perfect.

"Hey, you´re early!" he said when he approached me. "Good to see you again you look as beautiful as always." Niall added and had a soft smile on his face. I turned bright red and quickly said the same thing.

That´s what I hated most about first dates. The awkward small talk at the beginning. Literally the worst thing about getting to know someone. But surprisingly, it wasn´t even that awkward with him.

We talked about (his) music and (my hopefully soon own) books. But soon, both of us, as shy as we were, didn´t knew what else to say to the attractive person in front of us. I read so many articles about how it is totally not strange to just sit and not talk as soon as it´s with people you know for quite a long time, but honestly? I had to disagree with all of them. It just needed the right person, and it seemed like Niall was that person.

I think both of us felt completely comfortable not to say anything and to slowly drink the coffee both of us ordered.

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"TELL ME EVERYTHING" Taylor screamed in the phone.

What´s the first thing you do when you come home from a date that your friend basically set you up to? Call that friend, correct.

So, that´s obviously what I did, and as you can see, she was even more excited than I was to tell her how it went.

"Okay, okay. Chill!" I firstly said and recieved a quiet laugh from her. "It was… really great."

"WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT?" taylor and me both were rather out-going and extroverted, we both talked A LOT. So it was hard to explain to her that we basically talked about- well, nothing.

"Well… he told me a lot about his new album that he just released… I talked about my ideas for a book… that was it." As soon as I finished that sentence, I could practically see Taylor through the phone, how she´s sitting there in complete disbelief.

"You were gone for over 4 hours and didn’t talk?!" She was out of her mind and was gasping like she never did before. "You sure it went good?"

I smiled to myself. "What if I tell you I never had a better first date before?" More gasping from Taylor "You have no idea how great it is to just sit there and not have to talk."

And that was the truth. I felt so goddamn comfortable around this man, I couldn´t even believe it myself.

I wanted nothing more but see him again. I have no idea where this is going to end, but we´re off to a great start, aren´t we?

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beccasafan · 1 year

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One Direction on Jeopardy!

2012-05-07: POP CULTURE You might stay "Up All Night" listening to this boy band heard here One Direction 2013-06-28: ROCK GROUP NAMES This "Up All Night" British boy band chose its name because it would sound good when announced on "The X Factor" One Direction 2013-07-30: MUSIC One Direction is Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson & this lad from Cheshire Harry Styles 2014-02-19: 21st CENTURY MUSIC "Apologize" if you get this Ryan Tedder band mixed up with One Direction One Republic 2014-05-22: POP MUSIC OF TODAY This British boy band gave us the immodestly titled "Best Song Ever" One Direction 2014-07-21: FASHION STARS The last name of this fashionable member of One Direction is a synonym for "fashions" Styles 2014-12-04: "N"TERTAINMENT First names in One Direction are Harry, Liam, Zayn, Louis & this one Niall 2015-06-15: NEW MUSICAL SUPERGROUPS Rage Against the Direction Rage Against the Machine & One Direction 2016-04-12: POP MUSIC In 2015 Zayn Malik officially quit this band One Direction 2016-09-12: "BEST" WISHES A lyric by One Direction reminisces, "And we danced all night to" this "the best song ever" 2016-10-26: MUSICAL ACTS In 2016 this end-of-the-alphabet refugee from One Direction debuted at No. 1 with his first solo album Zayn Malik 2016-11-09: POP CULTURE In 2016 this member of One Direction became a dad to a lad named Freddie Louis Tomlinson 2017-02-14: TIME TO PULL AN ALL-NIGHTER A song by them says, "The story of my life, I take her home, I drive all night to keep her warm" One Direction 2017-05-17: WOMEN OF MUSIC Nicknamed "T-Swizzle", she teamed with One Directioner Zayn Malik for "I Don't Wanna Live Forever" Taylor Swift 2018-02-06: ENTERTAINE"D" Harry Styles made his big-screen acting debut in this World War II-set film of 2017 Dunkirk 2018-04-06: THEIR BIGGEST BILLBOARD HITS "Best Song Ever" One Direction 2018-07-09: BOYS IN THE BAND Liam, Harry, Louis, Niall One Direction 2019-01-14: DRESSED ALIKE Back in 2013 Victoria Beckham & this "fashionable" One Direction member wore the same Burberry button-down shirt Harry Styles 2019-05-02: "FOR" A SONG Zayn Malik & Taylor Swift teamed up on this song from "Fifty Shades Darker" "I Don't Wanna Live Forever" 2019-06-10: "GOLD" RECORDS One Direction, Fitz & the Tantrums & Graham Parker & the Rumour have all recorded songs titled this "Fool's Gold" 2019-06-21: POP MUSIC Here's a "Sign Of The Times" -- he's a real Cheshire cat Harry Styles 2019-06-27: ON YOUTUBE Among the music videos spoofed on Shane Dawson's channel are One Direction's "Story Of My Life" & her "Wrecking Ball" Miley Cyrus 2020-04-10: MODERN MUSIC This member of One Direction had No. 1 solo albums with his self-titled solo debut & "Fine Line" Harry Styles 2020-04-29: BILLBOARD MUSIC AWARDS Named Top New Artist in 2017, Zayn was formerly a member of this group that won the award in 2013 One Direction 2021-05-18: PLAYING TODAY'S HITS "Adore You" was a post-boy band hit for this Brit Harry Styles 2021-11-30: A SWEET READ A Richard Brautigan post-apocalyptic novel title mentions this fruit's "Sugar", just like Harry Styles did in a hit song watermelon 2022-01-07: THEIR FIRST TOP 10 SOLO HIT "Pillowtalk" in 2016, by a former boy bander Zayn (Malik) 2022-09-20: ENTERTAIN "YOU" Harry Styles befriends a lonely fish in the video for this solo 2019 hit that says, "I'd walk through fire for you" "Adore You" 2022-11-15: PLAYING THE HITS OF 2022 "As It Was", a solo song by this Brit, took one direction to the top spot on the Hot 100 Styles

2022-12-05: A PACK OF LIES One Direction sang of these title 3-word fibs, "you like playing games" "Little White Lies"

#possible I missed some #I just searched for “One Direction” and each full name #except for Zayn #just his first name #and since you can only answer with the last name #might've missed some #but searching for just styles doesn't work well #so...

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ktkat99 · 8 months

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Books from my childhood that I don't think get enough love

Nothing Can Possibly Go Wrong

As a divorce kid who grew up watching cop shows, I cannot tell you how much this book punched me in the damn face. This was the first piece of media that I had ever seen that portrayed the kid of two divorced parents as anything other than a whiny, emo stereotype.

And, while it may not be the main part of the story, it is still the driving force behind several plot points and major decisions made by the main character.

I can't stress how much I don't want to seem overdramatic, but this was the book that showed me what actual representation feels like. This and the first season of Infinity Train made me feel seen in a way I'd never experienced before and I will never not love this book for that.

Add to it that it's got a great cast of characters, it handles humor perfectly, there's a robot rumble, the schools robotics club goes to war with the cheerleaders, and then they all team up together, and just how ADORABLE Joanna is?!!

If you're looking for a super fun, easy read, this book is awesome

May Bird

I read this trilogy back when I didn't exactly know how books got turned into movies and ended up CONVINCING myself that Tim Burton was one day going to adapt this one to the big screen.

May Bird is a loner of a young girl, who lives with a single mother and her pet Somber Kitty in a house at the edge of the woods.

Until she gets dragged to the land of the dead by a monstrous woman in the lake.

As the living aren't allowed down there, she needs to find a way back home, and FAST.

She meets and becomes traveling friends with the daughter of Typhoid Mary, who is forever searching for her mom, a directionally challenged Capitan looking for his team (just realized I can't remember if he was military, pilot, or what, but he lead a team with some level of pride and prestige), and a young man who died before he ever got the chance at life.

Together, they travel all throughout the land of the dead, each on their own mission, slowly becoming a found family, while also meeting other creatures, spirits, and entities that reside there.

By far the worst of which being... The Bogeyman.

Feel free to add to this! I will as more books come back to me

#books #bookblr #book recommendations #nothing can possibly go wrong

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zeroeightzeroone · 5 months

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Omgggg I looove meeting 5sos fans 🥺 I'm an Ash girllll forever, that man has me ever since slsp 😍

Its sooo cool you got to go with your friend to their Toronto stops!!!

My first 5sos concert was 'slfl'. I wasn't that involved in the 'meet you there' era, so I didn't go to the mexico city concert and I regret it soooo much!! For the 'take my hand' I went alone and it was one the best things because I listened to 'me, myself and I" right after it was out!!

I'm glad that your friend and you went to the show, I was so sad they didn't include mexico but i loooved every live I could watch!! I totally get all the feelings were back from being in the same place you saw them the first time!!!

I was watching the maniac tour in a live when Jisung decided to sing youngblood for the first time, but when Seungmin sung High I couldn't believe mi bias sang one of the faves on my birthday!! He did it for me 😂

You are great for using your angsty feelings that way, it's truly amazing 🤲🏻✨

i see you're also a one direction fan!! i was a hugeeee directioner too, one of my biggest regrets is not being able to see one direction AND 5sos on the take me home tour, let alone not being able to see one direction in concert at all when they were together 😭 but yk if they decide to reunite im dropping so much to see them

honestly i love how music just takes you back. a lot of the time i'll listen to a song and not even realize i have a memory associated with it, its fascinating really

seeing any kpop idol singing 5sos or one direction has me feeling like my worlds are colliding 😂😂

i love listening to sad songs so maybe i'll have more angst coming soon

#nikkys inbox 💌#nikkys tmi

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alltheselights · 2 years

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Matt Vines is absolute garbage and I would so love it if he went away forever. For someone who does do little, he thinks super highly of himself. And honestly, he doesn’t have a decent grasp of this fandom. The fact that so many of us that have stuck by Louis for years are just exhausted and tired and just do not care anymore. Like, I’m here for the new music, but have basically checked out of everything else, and that’s a result of the current faith in the future promo. What are they going to do when the only people that show up are purple hair stalker and her minions, because everyone else moved on? I hate Louis’ team so much.

I’ll give him this - he’s great at talking. Unfortunately, he’s not actually good at being a manager, his “strategies” are failing miserably, and he doesn’t have even half as good of a grasp of Louis’ fandom as he thinks he does.

I think one of the most frustrating quotes for me was this:

“We spend our life slowly re-educating people on who he is, to try and remove any preconceptions about what he might be, what he wants to do or even who he is as a person.”

That’s a great thing to think is important, and understandable considering Louis’ music and goals now are very different from when he was in a boyband. But have they actually attempted to re-educate people effectively? Let’s reflect on this supposed re-education and what talking points it actually consists of....

1) Louis was in One Direction. Did you hear? He was in One Direction. Louis was in One Direction and he loves the other boys and supports the other boys who never mention or support him publicly ever because HE WAS IN ONE DIRECTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Btw he’s not as popular as a solo artist and is very much the underdog now that he’s not in One Direction. Former One Directioner Louis Tomlinson!!!! 1D 4 LYFE!! Hope they reunite soon hehe!

2) Louis is a father. Louis has a child!!!!! Freddie, yes, Freddie! Freddie lives in LA where Louis totally spends so much of his time because he is a FATHER. Father Louis and his son Freddie who he definitely hangs out with all the time and who he definitely had listen to his album first!!!!!! Oh, you don’t want to hear about a random 7-year-old in interviews that are supposed to be promoting an album? TOO BAD....FATHER LOUIS IS HERE.

3) Louis loves supporting other artists!!!! Louis loves other artists. Louis does everything he can to support small indie bands who rarely support him back and he will constantly praise more popular artists like Sam Fender whose high praise of him in return consists of “he’s a nice kid.” Louis is here to support other artists more than himself!! Here’s a playlist of all the artists Louis supports! Oh, he has a single to promote? Oopsies! We forgot to include that hehe.

4) Louis smokes and drinks. LOUIS LOVES SMOKING AND DRINKING!!!! Smoking and drinking is everything to him, fundamental to his being. Louis always has a cigarette or a drink in his hand, Louis chain smokes through every interview, Louis drinks before, during, and after every show. Isn’t it like, so so cool that Louis drinks and smokes? He’s so indie, he’s so rocker. No, you don’t get to listen to a performance of his song, but knowing he drinks vodka redbulls before a show should make up for that, right?

It doesn’t even matter if some of these things (excluding babygate) are true - Louis can drink and smoke and be proud of his past in One Direction, but when you make these talking points the centerpiece of almost every article and interview, that’s all people see of him. And sorry, but that’s not gaining him a single fan.

The “re-education” about him that they’ve engaged in, particularly in the UK, has only served to make others the focus of Louis’ promo (whether it’s the other One Direction boys, people from his personal life, or other artists) and prevent people from taking him seriously as a musician, songwriter, and performer. It’s not motivating anybody to check out his music, and that includes alternative and indie fans. Nobody is going to go listen to Louis’ album because they learn he smokes like a chimney or he enjoys listening to The Snuts.

And the sad thing is that if they actually just let Louis talk about his music and then perform it, if they let his music speak for itself through performances and radio play, it would make him thousands upon thousands more fans than all of these awful fucking interviews and print articles combined.

#asks

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chaoticneutraltor · 6 days

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#my heart has 5 hearts for all 5 of them #one direction #one band one dream one direction #one direction forever and ever #one direction reunion #23 july 2010 #niall horan #louis tomlinson #zayn malik #harry styles #liam payne #ot5 #crying in the club #tiktok #directioner forever and ever #directioner

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queenblossum · 1 year

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So, I'm a directioner.

I know what you're going to say, it's 2023, and they've been gone for years get over it. But, I feel that it is so much better getting into the fandom now because although I did miss iconic things as they were happening, while the band was still active. There are so many amazing albums now all the members have solo careers that rule my Spotify. (16 albums to be exact)

But, I digress. I saw a bit of a leaked Harry song the other day, (I believe the song is either called talk or Isabella it's been a little confusing) and it sounds so much like complicated freak (another unreleased) and kiwi. We were SO CLOSE to getting a full soft rock album. None of the Harry albums have ever topped hs1 for me purely because I love the rocky undertones of Harry's first solo album and I think his voice definitely suited that type of music. If some of the unreleased songs that have been leaked since the album's release were on the album, I would have loved the album even more. I tried to find a full version of the song the first day I saw it and ended up getting rickrolled... so that was fantastic.

hs1 will forever be my fav music era.

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calestialmusings · 2 years

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An ode to my favorite wine

Well, not an ode exactly, as I do not plan on this being a poem but it is in dedication to my Ex (ENM btw).

I’ve had her on my mind a lot since our breakup and her inability to be accountable for anything which ended with her texting me to “be friends” and then saying that she could only have me be her friend while she couldn’t be mine (side note: this actually shouldn’t have been very surprising as she constantly used our relationship one directionally). Sometimes my thoughts of her stick to the positives: how much I miss her, how kind, loving, and caring she was, and how I wish she was still part of my life. While other times, all I can think about is the harm she caused me and my family and the way she liked to play victim without ever wanting to be accountable and seethe.

I honestly feel that these emotions are so twisted because there was never any resolution to them. Anytime we would attempt to, she would end up in her feelings and lash out. I could literally watch as it happened inside her. Where she would try to be vulnerable but then hear something she didn’t like and then would go nuclear. I’ve interacted with loads of different people over my lifetime and have learned that, typically, people who have kind hearts can eventually get to a place to have honest talks. As much as I hate her now, yup fucking hate her, I do still firmly believe that she does have a kind heart but there was no reasoning with her for a multitude of reasons.

This incongruity really had me fucked up because that was such a core belief of mine, and yet here was a person who clearly disproved that. I had somehow ended up in a situation where nothing could move forward without her true engagement in these talks and she was unwilling and unable to do that with herself, let alone me. I hate when there isn’t anything more that you can do and you have to rely on another person who is absolutely unreliable. The most you can do is know when its time to move on, which im sooooo fucking thankful that I had decided to break up with her when I did even though that set her off lol.

To be honest, I think this will be something that will always bother me, but I love that I’ve gotten to the place where I can say that my resolution with her will to write her a letter that she will never see. One where I can put everything on the table, even respond to some of the shit she said while lashing out, and then set up a fire to burn it. It put my words out in the world. Where I want them to be. Instead of being forced into solitude because she just *couldn’t*. My second resolution will come from a breakup love story that I wrote right after we broke up. It was about two women who couldn’t take the regular day-to-day bullshit that comes in a relationship and break up right before the world ends. It ends with the one fucking up realizing all the ways in which they fucked up the relationship and trying to repair their small r relationship right before everything ends because they do care for one another. I can’t quite explain what I had in mind when I was originally writing this story but with hindsight, I can see that the world ending was a metaphor for their relationship. It ended. Everything that came along with it ended along with it and there is no going back. No undoing the damage that was done. But even though everything blew up, they were still able to find/recreate the love that had been in this last moment that would stay with them forever. Because love is still there in a breakup, and should always be there in a breakup but that doesn’t mean that anything changes. That doesn’t mean that the relationship was worth saving or that it even should be. It just means that there were people who cared for each other in a very specific context and can still care for one another in that specific context and that that can still be beautiful.

#queer #breakups #writing

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modernday-jay · 3 years

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francis bonnefoy (19) vs arthur kirkland, beatlemaniac

and

francis bonnefoy (34) vs arthur kirkland, directioner

can you tell which one he likes more?

#i read wherearemyglassesbros tag abt arthur having one (1) grotty shirt forever and rolled with it #arthur kirkland (34) directioner is just abt the worst thing ive ever written but have it anyway #arthur beatlemaniac/directioner kirkland #this is just abt the dumbest and sappiest thing ive ever made i need to sit down #the fact that i have more ideas for this is— appalling #my art #hetalia #fruk #arthur kirkland #francis bonnefoy #hws england #hws france #ukfr

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oknowkiss · 2 years

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friday flash recs: april 15 2022

i’ve fixated on a lot of ships in my (big inhale) two decades of being in and out of HP fandom. it started with harry/zacharias, then harry/luna, harry/ron. now i enjoy a bit of harry/neville, harry/charlie, harry/pansy, and of course my constant companion (even though i only started writing it this year) harry/draco. for me, it’s always been about harry, my forever idiot.

truly the hardest part of putting together this week’s theme was limiting myself. so many people’s interpretations of harry ruin me. it’s a wonder i function at all. so, without further ado, and in my best rupert grint voice, this week’s theme is MURDER ME, HARRY - a harry so good I left my body behind. (in the interest of not being 100 fics long, this particular list is only drarry harrys)

> blue sunny day || @firethesound || 26K i get the whole vampire thing now. i am not normally a creature fic person. but between this and @shiftylinguini‘s two weeks, which features veela!harry phone sex, i need to accept that i am a creature lover, so long as harry is a disaster at it. in blue sunny day, harry is a terrible vampire. he’s half-starving. he speaks with a lisp because he can’t retract his teeth. draco comes to his rescue for initially self-serving reasons (read: sex). the best way i can rec this is to admit i’ve erased 15 versions of this that spoil all the incredible ways they romance each other because all i EVER want to do is shout about the tea, the garden, the ending that made me fall to the floor and become a bug.

> deal with the devil || @jalesidor || 3.3K my favorite harry is dark harry; i’ll take him at any shade. light gray (selfish, proud, etc), medium gray (anger issues, manipulative), and of course just straight up dark (murder daddy hiii *twirls hair*). this harry i think falls firmly in the medium+ half of the spectrum, but the beautiful part of this fic is that you can see him becoming so much worse. the writing is so teasingly spare, giving you JUST enough, and the entire time there’s this creeping sense of a pin needing to drop. when it does it’s awful and delicious and i expect i’ll spend many hours gleefully imagining what terrible things happen next.

> gryffindors never kiss and tell || feelsforbreakfast || 9.9K give me a confident sexy harry & i’ll fling myself into the sun. this harry is so casually promiscuous, but in a charming & semi-innocent way, like he doesn’t realize the extent to which he’s doing it. the premise is: everyone is friends (trope! love!) and they realize draco’s the only one who hasn’t kissed harry. everyone proceeds to be a monster about it (lovingly). i sat down to this like a businessman in 1952 would sit down to a fancy steak dinner: utensils gripped tight, bib on, eyes and mouth watering.

> magpie || @corvuscrowned || 4K this is the best dark harry ever written. look. i now have to measure my life in pre-magpie years and post-magpie years. when i say this harry changed me, i mean that i’m like, 2 days old now. i do not want to say anything else about this fic because to give away a single detail would make me a robber of joy. all i will say is what’s in the tags, which is: klepto harry. read it and reset.

> too busy being yours to fall || ignatioustrout || 6.9K harry is incredible at dirty talk; both draco & i are UPSET. we all know ig. we all love ig. bi disaster harry in here’s the pencil is iconic, for damn good reason. and they were roommates harry in around you moves made me almost fall off my bed, i was so delighted. but this harry? this harry has a dirty mouth (insert brief call & response pause for any directioners reading) and is so unabashed about it. this is casual sex, kink negotiation, and past-harry/luna that made me want to eat my hair. a warning: this is a WIP that seemingly will not be finished. alas! that’s life. we say thanks for what we have. & here’s some longer fics i’m currently reading: > the bolthole || aideomai, gallaplacidia, @tepre || yes, i’m still reading this. i don’t want it to end. if i read one word a day for the rest of my life maybe it won’t. > modern love & a little death never hurt anyone || @tackytigerfic || i have to plan tacky’s fics like a fancy prix fixe meal, a treat i allow myself for good behavior. an amuse bouche of “a little death” followed by the entrée of “modern love” will be just the thing. > vis-à-vis-à-vis || @vukovich || i’ve embarrassed myself gasping at this in public TWICE now. i’d be finished except i keep pausing between chapters to die of joy at everyone’s suffering. resurrection takes ages, turns out. < last time: smut that awoke something in me

#ok now rec list #drarry fic rec #drarry recs #hp fic rec #hp recs #drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #harry x draco #draco x harry #harry potter #draco malfoy #hpdm

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floraliaison · 3 years

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[ melodrama ] ― track i | homemade dynamite

political au. ushijima wakatoshi x fem! reader.

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masterlist. next.

If there’s any one word you would prefer people to describe you as, it would have to be unquestionably loyal.

After all, it’s just past seven, and you haven’t yet drunk enough whiskey as you would like to, but when Oikawa tells you about a new guy you must hate, you don’t even think twice before agreeing.

He shifts the drink in his hand, ice cubes clinking together while he side-eyes the group of men from across the veranda, no doubt burning holes into the back of his intended target’s head as he mutters, “And there he is.”

You whip your head to the right, not caring enough about subtlety because this is your house and you can and will look at whoever you damn please.

His directions don’t really help much, you soon realize, because there are a hundred and one of Eita’s friends huddled around the end of the buffet table where the drinks are located.

“There are a bunch of ‘he’s over there, Oiks. Which one?” you hiss under your breath, craning your neck to see if you can pick anyone out from the crowd.

There’s Leon, Kenjiro, Hayato, and a handful of other people you recognize but can’t recall the names of. All that matters is that they’re all annoying, and they’re all here.

You’d think Oikawa’s taste in men has improved in the six years you’ve been gone, but if he actually says it’s one of them then you’ve apparently thought wrong.

“The tall one, Y/N,” Oikawa says as though this is the most obvious thing in the world. His rings glint in the dim light as he discreetly points at one in the far back. “The one with the white jacket.”

Finally, you spot whoever it is he’s referring to, and the next thing out of your mouth is a crisp “What the fuck?”

Oikawa snorts in derision – why he would when he’s the laughingstock in this particular situation, you’ll never know, but that still doesn’t stop you from echoing the sound back.

“I leave my best friend alone for a few years, and when I come back you’re suddenly all broken-hearted about Ushijima Wakatoshi?” You say, equal parts incredulous and disappointed. Said best friend only shrugs in response, chugging the rest of his rum before slamming the empty glass down on the table.

“Save it, princess. Iwa’s already lectured me about the whole ‘you have terrible taste’ and ‘you should stop going after guys who you know are only going to break your heart’ thing,” he shoots back, his use of air quotes telling you that no, he didn’t – and probably still doesn’t – follow Iwaizumi’s advice. You roll your eyes, comeback already on the tip of your tongue, when —

“Hold on,” the boy next to you suddenly sits up straight, eyes wide open and staring at you. “How come you know him?”

“Well who doesn’t know him?”

Although you deliver it in a way that comes off as mildly sarcastic, all of his prominent social, athletic, and political embellishments have served to establish Ushijima Wakatoshi as a household name; both in Tokyo and throughout the rest of Japan.

But while that’s true, you for one can’t say that you know the man in the way that Oikawa is implying. Despite belonging in the same political circle, what with both your fathers’ professions, you have yet to properly interact outside of the social niceties required for the few parties and fundraisers you’ve seen him at.

From what you are able to discern the first few times you have been able to talk to him though, you are one hundred percent certain that you disliked the man to an almost frightening degree. His stoicism, apparent indifference and boundless pride rub off of you the wrong way, and you’ve been actively ignoring him at every meeting afterwards.

Your friend lets out another snort – you’ve half a mind to change his contact name to horse at this point – while you raise an eyebrow at his accusatory finger-wagging, almost daring him to say what’s so clearly on his mind.

Because despite wearing a short white number to stave off the summer heat that dominated the venue just hours prior, you have absolutely zero qualms about giving Tooru a thorough beat-down if necessary.

“There you guys are.”

Someone plops down into the vacant seat to your left, and when you turn to see a familiar, non-douchey face, you break into a smile.

“Hey, Haji,” you greet Iwaizumi as you lean against his side.

The faint blush that spreads across Oikawa’s face doesn’t escape you when you sneak a glance at him. Despite having his mind preoccupied by Ushijima, it looks like the brunette still hasn’t let go of his little crush on the final member of your trio. “Iwa-chaan, we waited forever. What took you so long?”

“Got lost, your house is fucking huge Y/N,” Iwaizumi explains, setting down his glass of his newest alcoholic concoction as he rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt. “Good thing I ran into your brother, few more minutes and I would’ve lost my mind in there.”

You snicker at him, a low mumble of “and you claim Tooru’s the stupid one” escaping you because honestly, your house isn’t that big. He might just not admit it but it’s common knowledge that Hajime’s a bit... directionally challenged, to say the least.

Ignoring the glare he sends your way, you nonchalantly pick up his drink and take a sip. “Ah, very nice. You really should consider bartending, Haji, you’ve got the talent for it,” you remark, handing Oikawa the glass for him to taste.

Iwaizumi’s skill in mixing spirits was one the three of you discovered during one of your first parties, when you and Tooru had complained about how shitty the drinks were. Hajime, in a true gentlemanly fashion, had grabbed a couple of bottles off the counter and kept the two of you well-provided for for the remainder of the event. (and for every other event that came after it.)

The spiky-haired lawyer only rolls his eyes at your words, plucking the crystalware out of Oikawa’s hands before he could finish it off amidst the latter’s ungodliest of whines. “What were you doing anyway? Looked like you were discussing some deep stuff when I came in.”

You separate from him, putting your hands on your hips and adopting a haughty tone, “We are slandering Ushijima Wakatoshi, and his ways of ill-repute. You, by declaration of the Mistress, which is me, and by Friendship Code 70040, is hereby required to join as well.”

“I’ll pass, Wakatoshi’s cool,” Hajime comments around a sip of alcohol, and the casual use of Ushijima’s first name is enough to give you pause.

“Okay, first of all how are you on a first name basis with him and second, you’re a guy.” you exclaim, throwing your hands up for emphasis. “Of course you’d think that!”

“First question: I worked with him for a bit two years ago, not gonna say anything more because company rules, but we talked and he’s really nice,” Iwaizumi holds up two fingers. “Second, sure I am, but even your brother thinks so, too.”

“The world doesn’t just consist of Eita.”

“Alright, you both better shut it because the topic of your very heated conversation is heading right here,” Oikawa interrupts, poking you in the side and sending a look at Iwaizumi.

You groan in response and shake your head. Even during your time abroad, you’ve been unable to escape his presence; from the posters promoting his team for the 2014 World League to the numerous brand advertisements three years later, Wakatoshi was everywhere.

But - and you’ll never admit to this out loud, not ever - even though all you’ve seen of him was in print, on the television, and in the occasional social media update, you could never deny the fact that the man was handsome.

Tooru is attractive, as evidenced by the sheer number of his admirers in high school, Hajime has received his own fair share of confessions and Valentine’s Day chocolates, and you have to admit that your brother is objectively good-looking as well.

And while it’s a confession you have to make under duress, Wakatoshi is a completely different case altogether. You’d thought you were stunned when Miya Atsumu came to your offices to help promote the newly rolled-out banking app, but even he can’t really compare.

Nothing can really do with perfectly gelled olive hair, pristine three-piece suit slightly strained against a muscular build, and the undeniable aura that exuded power and demanded respect.

One would have to be practically blind not to feel attracted to Ushijima (but even then, you think that the timbre of his voice can still make anyone weak in the knees), but because you have no shame and are definitely not above pettiness, you maintain a disgusted-looking sneer as you watch him make his way to your table.

“Hey Toshi,” Oikawa says, the red from before making a reappearance as he takes in the newcomer with eager eyes.

“Good evening, Oikawa,” Ushijima replies, but it’s clear that his attention is focused elsewhere; namely, on you.

Your skin crawls at the weight of the stare he’s pinning on you, but you veto the urge to flip him off right then and there because that would be against proper decorum. Your patience is running thin though, and he needs something else to stare at immediately or so help him God you will do it.

“Wakatoshi,” Iwaizumi intervenes, bless him, and offers a hand towards the taller. “It’s been a long time.”

“Hajime,” Ushijima grasps the appendage and gives it a firm shake, but his gaze still hasn’t left you. ”It’s good to see you.”

“Yo Ushiwaka! Get back over here!” One of the miscreants across the veranda calls out, standing beside what seems to be a set-up for a round of beer pong. You can’t help but make a face when you catch sight of it because what did they think this was, some messy Saturday night college party? These guys really had no taste.

Ushijima finally turns around to head back to his friends, but not without shooting you one last cursory glance over his shoulder; a glance that you dutifully avoid despite every single cell in your body pushing you to return it and have him catch sight of the hellfire burning in your gaze for doing whatever it is that he did to Tooru.

Because damn it, no one hurts your friends or family and gets away with it. Not even over your dead body, because God knows you will rise from the dead just to get retribution on their behalf.

The minute Wakatoshi’s out of earshot, you scoff into your glass of whiskey, hastily downing it in one go because you’d need more of it in your system if you wanted to survive tonight with him around.

In the entirety of your 26 years, never have you once thought yourself as unlucky. Horribly ill-timed, sure, but unlucky? Nope.

Or at least, not until tonight.

“If it isn’t Miss Semi,” a smooth baritone sounds from behind you, nearly causing you to drop the container you’re holding in surprise. “Good evening.”

You seethe, ready to give the person a piece of your mind for almost being the (however indirect) culprit to the destruction of a 20-year old piece of china, and you have the gall to be so confrontational because you actually know who it is. Only one person in this entire house can be in possession of a voice that deep.

True enough, when you turn, it is Ushijima Wakatoshi who stands at the entrance to your kitchen in all of his six-foot-three glory, eyebrow cocked in a perfect arch as he regards you. He’s holding an empty wineglass in his left hand, and it looks like he’s come in here to have it refilled.

You aren’t sure what exactly about the situation brings all the blood rushing to your face; be it the anger you feel at seeing him so callously walk into your kitchen like he owns it instead of going to the refreshments table outside, or the feeling of something else at the sight of him in only his deep purple dress shirt; sleeves rolled up and top two buttons undone.

That, along with the fact that his hair is now slightly tousled, leaves you thinking that he looks positively sinful, if not for the smirk that’s painted on his stupid face. That one tiny detail pushes you to choose the first, and safer, option.

You roll your eyes.

“Yes, hello Ushijima,” you respond drily, slamming the cabinet shut to punctuate your tone. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

He simply raises the glass in his hand in response, and you are unable to get a biting comment in about how he should instead look for a refill outside instead of in here like some privileged dick when he speaks.

“Congratulations on the announcement,” he begins, stepping beyond the threshold and into the kitchen, thick carpet muffling the sounds of his polished Italian leather shoes as he makes his way towards you.

When he gets dangerously close to the boundary of the minimum three-feet you need to have between you and him at all times, you briefly consider getting violent and chucking the bowl at him just to be done with it, but he seems to have other plans when he stops by the marble island, a full one inch away from your protective perimeter.

Looks like your grandmother’s favorite crucible will live to see another day.

You see him eye you expectantly from his position, and realize that you’ve yet to respond to his statement. “Thank you. I understand that the same is in order for you as well, what with your succession of Madame Junko’s position.”

He nods, less confirmatory and more ‘I’ve found your answer satisfactory,’ and you cannot suppress the white-hot lance of annoyance that shoots through you at the memory that comes barrelling along with the simple gesture.

Suddenly, you’re both no longer OS Post Holdings or The Ushijima Telegraph and Telephone Corporation’s newly appointed presidents and CEOs, but mere fifteen year olds attending middle school at the same time.

Ushijima has always been the star student, and while your father has pushed you to make friends with the quiet boy, you’ve never found it in yourself to brush aside the vast difference present in the way he looks at Wakatoshi, with eyes and gestures full of a soft sense of pride, and then at you, all strict words and interactions that feel more business related than anything else.

You’re not stupid, never was and never will; you know that your father wanted a son to follow in his footsteps. And although he had twins - a girl and a boy - he saw Eita as more of a disappointment because of his unwillingness to live the life the patriarch of the family wanted him to.

So while your brother pursued his dreams in the music industry, you were left to shoulder the responsibility that came with the Semi family name. You studied rigorously, honed your talents, and polished your social skills until you shined, determined to be the brightest gem in the industry and the daughter your father would be proud of.

But even though you were not stupid, you were definitely naive. Naive to have thought that he would be satisfied with what he had, naive to have thought that he wouldn’t look somewhere else to fulfill his own personal dreams.

And that’s how you first met Ushijima, the son of Governor Utsui and your father’s new protegee, as he so proudly told you over dinner with him one Thursday night.

The only thing that kept you from breaking down then were the years spent at etiquette lessons, so you settled instead on gripping your silverware until your knuckles turned white. You could feel Eita’s eyes on you from across the table, and you didn’t have to look to know that they were apologizing for something that he didn’t even do.

The other two males in the room seemed oblivious to your imminent spiral, happily talking with each other and discussing whatever it is that they deemed important, and the fire in your heart that burned for the olive-haired boy grew into a full-fledged inferno.

That day marked the beginning of your lifelong grudge against Wakatoshi, and you still haven’t given it up to this day.

“Attention! I would just like to thank everyone for coming tonight -”

Your dad’s booming voice is what breaks you out of your reverie, and you realize that you have been staring - glowering, really - at the object of your ire for far too long than what can be deemed normal.

An open bottle of Romanée-Conti rests on the countertop by his elbow, and his previously empty wineglass is now half-full, the deep red liquid catching the fluorescent lights as he idly swirls it around.

Much like his wine, there is also something swirling in his sharp eyes, but you neither need to or wish to know what it is. You let out a disgruntled huff before heading out to the living room, shooting him one final glare as you round the corner and disappear.

Wakatoshi sighs to the empty room before he too, decides to head on out and meet with Representative Semi - your and Eita’s father - to offer him his congratulations.

He finishes the drink in his hand, wine tasting oddly bittersweet as it goes down his throat, and as he exits the kitchen, he wonders for the nth time that night how come you seemed to hate him with such a passion.

He’s not stupid, not like the way everyone seems to think he is just because he’s blunt, but if it’s taken him this long to realize that your feelings towards him go much deeper than a simple dislike, then he thinks that he may never find out the real reason as to why.

The thought doesn’t deter him though, and when he catches sight of the back of your head while you talk animatedly to Oikawa Tooru, laughing your heart out as though you weren’t staring daggers at him just minutes ago, he thinks that he will gladly spend a lifetime figuring you out.

You are a mystery to him, and one that he will stop at nothing to crack.

[ note ] ― and there we have it! first time we’re meeting the cast, and if the overly zealous descriptions about ushi isn’t enough to display how whipped i am for him then probably nothing ever will. hope you all like this one as much as i loved writing it <3

also this is dedicated to @cafemiya for giving me the push i needed to make this entire series. hi issy i love you bae 🥺💖

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