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padfootagain · 3 years

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A Very Rose Mistake (IX)

Part 9 : How You Crossed The Line

Here we go for a new chapter! I hope you like it!! Romance is progressing, the two babies are absolute idiots but we love them anyway, a little warning for some angst and… that's it. I hope you like this chapter, don't forget to tell me what you think of it!

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Word Count: 4403

Japan, 2012

Harry hated the fact that he travelled so much he sometimes lost track with it all. Right now, he wasn't sure of where he was going. Waiting for a flight in an airport in Tokyo, he wasn't certain of his destination. He was going to Australia, but to which city were they stopping first? He couldn't remember… Canberra? Sydney? Darwin? His schedule was too busy for him to keep track, and to be honest, as he looked at the lights of the planes taking off towards the night sky, Harry was too tired to check now. His life was going a little too fast, but it was a price he had to pay for a job he loved, and he was ready to pay that debt without a hesitation.

His bandmates were either on their phones or sleeping, their shapes twisted in the uncomfortable airport seats. They had another two hours to wait for their flight. And no matter how much he liked the aesthetic of planes flying into the dark sky, Harry was a little bored himself too. So, he imitated his friends, and picked up his phone, checking his mails and his twitter account too.

And that's when he saw it.

He wondered why Melanie was congratulating you. He saw several other tweets of the same kind, each of them making his frown deepen.

What was going on? What were they congratulating you about?

It took him a few minutes to find back your tweet that had started it all. And as he read the words, he was stunned, mouth falling agape and eyebrows creasing further above his green eyes that travelled across the screen over and over again.

I've been accepted to Oxford!

Oxford? Harry didn't even know you had applied to Oxford, less alone that you had been accepted there. Of course, it was a great news, he guessed you must have managed to get a scholarship to go there, which was more than remarkable.

But he… he didn't even know that you had applied. And now you were accepted?

Even if he felt guilty as soon as the feeling bubbled in his chest, he felt angry more than happy for you. Of course, he was happy and proud, you had gotten into fucking Oxford! But he hadn't known anything about it. Not a word from you. Not a single word. You hadn't told him you had been accepted, and not even applied. You must have been terrified, you must have been so stressed because of it, and so excited, and you didn't share anything about it with him. No doubt that while you prepared to apply and then waited for an answer, this would have been the most important thing going on for you. And you hadn't shared any of it with him.

There was a time, in your friendship, when you shared everything with him. Every single detail of your day, you told him. And he did the same. Didn't matter if it was as mundane as what you had eaten for breakfast. You told him. You used to have no secrets for him, and he used to have no secrets for you.

But now, your relationship had declined to such an extent that he didn't know about your career choices. Your inspirations. What you wanted. You hadn't told him anything about how you had felt applying. There was once a time when he would have been the first person you'd call to announce him a good news, no matter what it might have been. But now, you didn't even bother to inform him of being accepted to university.

And the reason why he was angry wasn't so much that you hadn't told him. He wasn't mad at you, he was angry at himself, for letting your relationship thin out so much along the months he spent away. But then, he had tried to get away from you. He had tried to forget you, tried to forget that you had broken his heart, tried to forget that he longed for you to be more than a friend, and you clearly didn't want the same thing. He had taken willingly a step back, placing himself on the outskirts of your life instead of being at its centre, and really, he was the only one to blame for it all.

But it hurt to see you make a life for yourself he wouldn’t be a part of. And as he stared at your tweet, he wondered if he had made the right call when he put distance between the two of you.

He wasn't sure of how he felt for you, or at the very least, didn't want to put a name on his feelings. But it hurt to not be near you. It hurt now to know that you were erasing him of your life. It hurt every second of every day to not jump on a plane and finally kiss you. And maybe he was a fool for forbidding his own mind to name what he felt for you, but he guessed it was only going to bring him more pain, and he didn't need that.

And he felt foolish for it all, because his life was amazing. He was singing in front of thousands of people almost every night, with this group of boys who had become his friends, and he was having the time of his life. And it wasn't that he didn't love where he was, nor that he was ungrateful for it at all. It was simply that… he wished you could be here to make every happy moment even brighter, the way only you ever could.

And for having you so far away, he was the only one to blame. He had tried to put distance between the two of you, and he had brilliantly got it right. Now, though, he wondered if it weren't all a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake.

As he stared at your tweet, in the airport terminal while strangers flew in giant planes that blinked red and green lights to the inky sky, for the first time, Harry figured out that he got it all wrong.

He thought that by pushing you away, he would heal. It would be easier. After all, people didn't always linger into one's life forever, some were meant to only pass by, others were meant to settle in for a while before leaving too. And he had thought that you were one of the latter. You were here for his childhood, and for the next chapter of his life, you would be gone.

But now, in this airport with planes flying off to the other side of the world, or maybe even to the stars, it seemed, as he stared at their trajectory aiming right at the moon… now maybe he wanted you to be one of the people who always stayed.

It would hurt to have you around. It would hurt so bad to see you be with someone else, when he still wanted, despite his own relationships, to be with you. But as he clenched at the fabric of his t-shirt now, as if it could ease the pain in his chest, he reckoned that it hurt just as much to not have you at all. Even if it was only to be your friend, maybe it would be better to have you still, rather than losing you completely.

The more he thought about it, the more Harry reckoned that he had been wrong all along. And now, all he wanted was to call you and try to repair all that he had broken.

As the last bits of hesitation lingered in his troubled mind, he pulled out of his wallet a little green marble that he carried everywhere with him. He played with it when he was nervous. He made it roll between his fingers when he was sad. He stared at it when he was scared. Because you had given it to him, and it reminded him of you.

He shook his head at his own behaviour. What was he even doing? Pretending to forget all about you when he carried you around across the world in his pocket? What was he doing?

He looked for your contacts on his phone and called you. He realized then that he hadn't heard your voice in three months, and now that the beeping sounds of his phone call echoed in his ear, he wondered how he had managed to live for so long without your voice.

You picked up the phone at the fifth ring.

"Hello?"

Your voice was a little distorted by the phone, but it was still yours. And Harry didn't expect to react like that, but tears burned his eyes as he heard you.

He hadn't realized yet how much he had missed you.

He cleared his throat to finally answer.

"Hi, Y/N! It's Harry."

He heard you chuckle a little.

"I know, your name was written on my phone, you dummy!"

He chuckled as well, chasing the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand. Why was he even crying?

"I know, reflex."

"How are you? Off to serenade yet another country?"

"I am actually. I'm waiting for my flight, going to Australia."

"Wow…"

You sounded sadder now, and he wondered why. He wasn't sure how to react, so he decided to ignore your tone.

"I… I was calling because I saw on twitter that you're going to study in Oxford! That's amazing! Congrats!"

"Thank you! Yeah, I'm very excited!"

"I… I didn't know you had applied there," Harry added in a weaker voice.

He could see you shrug in the silence that followed.

"Reckoned you'd be busy. Didn't want to bother you."

Didn't want to bother you.

How could you ever imagine that you bothered him? Especially with something so important!

"You wouldn't have bothered me, you know?"

"I… I don't think I know anymore."

Harry felt like this too, and yet, it hurt so bad to hear you say it out loud.

"I… I'm sorry," he let out in a shaky breath.

"What for?" you asked innocently.

"For not being here for you."

"It's okay, you're busy with your career, and your songs and…"

"No… no, it's not just that. I… It's my fault. I… I haven't paid enough attention to you and I thought…"

But he bit his tongue, not really knowing where he was going with this. He heaved a sigh and ran trembling fingers through his hair.

"It's my fault. I'm the reason why we're not as close as we used to. And I'm sorry for that."

"It's okay, Harry. People grow up. People change. And we just… grew apart instead of together, like we used to."

"I don't want that. I don't want us to not talk. I don't… I don't want to lose you. And I'm sorry for letting you slip away. I was a jerk. I'm sorry."

"You're not a jerk. You're just annoying."

Under other circumstances, Harry would have laughed at that, but not at this moment. He dried his cheeks instead, and was grateful for his bandmates all being busy sleeping or playing stupid games on their phone, too distracted to pay him any attention.

"No, no I'm a jerk. I… I was being selfish and I… I just thought… Doesn't matter, I was wrong. And I… I'm sorry. I don't want this to happen again. You're… you're my best friend. Always have been. And I don't care if we're thousands of miles apart or leaving next door to each other, you're always gonna be special to me. And I… I want to be your best friend even when I'm on another continent. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me. I'm sorry I've missed something so important to you. I was selfish, and I was a dick. Can you… can you forgive me?"

He heard your sniffling on the other end of the line, but you let out a soft laugh soon.

"You've always had a taste for the dramatics, chuckaboo."

The silly nickname finally made him laugh.

"That's why you love me, lambkin."

"Maybe…"

"So… can you forgive me? I'll… I want us to be closer again, like we used to be. I'm sorry I ran away, I'm sorry I didn't make any effort. I'll try to be better now."

"It's okay, you're forgiven."

Harry smiled, resting his forehead against the cool glass, looking at the planes taking off again.

"Alright, then. Tell me everything about Oxford. What did I miss?"

"It might be a bit long, do you have time?"

It was a pretty sight, the lights flying up to the darkness. Red and green blinking as they flew towards silver stars that shimmered constantly, something solid and reliable in a world that changed too fast sometimes.

It was a pretty sight, indeed, to watch people flying away, and hearing your voice made it better.

"I have all the time you need. Tell me everything."

Loch Lomond, 2020

You were kissing him.

Your lips were pressed to his. Soft and cold after your fall in the water, and yet Harry's body seemed to be burning from the inside. Every single drop of blood coursing through his veins seemed to have burst on fire. There was electricity running through every of his muscles, all the way to the tip of his fingers. And yet his brain was like frozen, and it wasn't because of how cold the wind felt against his wet skin and clothes.

You weren't moving your lips, simply pressing them against his, your hands holding tightly the sleeves of his jumper, to prevent him from moving away.

What you didn't know though, was that Harry had no intention to move away whatsoever. After a few seconds of surprise, his eyelids finally fluttered close, and he shyly pressed his lips to yours as well. You seemed surprised, but when he moved his lips slowly, the movement a mere caress, it was your turn to feel all thoughts vanish from your head.

You weren't able to think straight, only to respond to Harry's movements. Your lips moved on their own accord to follow his movements, and your body leaned into his when his arms wrapped around your frame to pull you closer, and your hand left his arm for his wet hair when Harry deepened the kiss even further.

He was kissing you.

You thought that just a couple of seconds of pressing your lips to his would make a good proof of your relationship for your family, but it seemed that the situation had completely reversed, and now, you were the one melting in Harry's arms just as much as Harry seemed to press himself as close as he could to you.

When you finally broke apart, struggling to catch your two breaths, your eyes slowly opening, you stared at each other. You seemed to both be asking a thousand questions in the loud silence that had fallen in between the two of you. You kept staring at his green eyes, both of you seemingly stunned and asking both the same question although it couldn't pass the tip of your tongues.

What just happened?

You were both shaken out of your trance-like state by the voice of your mother calling out for the two of you with laughter in her voice.

"Come on, lovebirds! You need to get inside or you'll both catch your deaths!"

You both shied away, looking anywhere but towards the other as you obeyed your mother's words, hurrying back to the group, most of them laughing at your accidental bath. Looking at the two of you walking towards the group with embarrassed looks on your faces, your mother took her husband's arm, and with a happy chuckle, she sighed the prediction she had made years ago.

"Oh, love… I've always known those two were made for each other."

Harry left you the shower first, drying himself with a towel and trying to get warmer by adding layers of clothes. His hair smelled like mud though, and he hated the feeling. Outside, the sun was slowly setting, creating strange hues of orange and gold in the autumnal sky. The loch was loud, the wind had grown stronger as the light dimmed out and it was shouting in the branches and shaking the waters now. Little waves crashed on the shore with an unwavering whisper, birds seemed to call each other from tree to tree to take cover before the clouds that gathered above the mountains would create a storm. From time to time, a clatter or footsteps would echo through the building, adding new layers to the natural melody of the place. And Harry reckoned that it was the perfect song for his thoughts to develop and twirl in his head.

What on Earth had happened?

You had kissed him. You had kissed him, and then he had kissed you back. He could still taste the remnants of the apples you ate earlier lingering on your tongue. He could smell your sweet perfume and your shampoo enveloping his senses. He could feel your heartbeat against his ribs, loud and vibrant and faster than it should have been. He could feel your fingers in his hair, and your arms around his, and your lashes brushing his cheekbones. He could feel and hear and smell every single detail from that moment by simply closing his eyes.

And he was overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of feelings he had spent years repressing, and quenching, and shushing. And now they were back, vibrant and hollering, and he couldn't ignore them anymore. He couldn't simply shut them off like he had done so many times before, to the point of even fooling himself that they were gone for good, lately.

No, everything was different this time. Everything had changed.

How could he deny that he was in love with you when he had had a taste of what it would be like to be with you? He had dreamed and imagined a thousand times what it would feel like to kiss you. The real thing was a million times better. A million times brighter, more intense, more… perfect.

How was he supposed to act like nothing had happened? Was he even supposed to act like nothing had happened? Did it mean anything to you?

Seeing all the guests staring at the two of you, it wasn't hard for him to guess the thought that had crossed your mind. Kissing Harry then, when everyone was looking, was an opportunity to show everyone that your relationship was real. But the problem was, your relationship wasn't real. And he had set up a rule stating no kisses.

He could barely breathe as all these thoughts, questions and hesitations swirled through his head. But most of all, he could barely draw a breath because of how his heart pounded in his chest.

He loved you. And this time, he had no idea how to tame the feeling that made his heart implode. Now that the floodgates were open, it seemed impossible for him to close them again, and the words and feelings he had spent years hiding were now resurfacing and he was unable to quieten them again. They had been let loose, and he couldn't hold them back now.

He loved you. He had always loved you. He had never stopped loving you. It had always been you. Before he came here with you, before you moved to L.A, before his first album he wrote about you, before he got his heart broken by somebody else, before he left the band, before he got to tour the world, before he walked with you in the snow while drunk, before he made you pasta in Oxford, before he missed you too much to stay away, before he went to X-factor, before he was sixteen and you almost kissed in his kitchen…

You opened the door to the bathroom, your hair wrapped in a towel, and you gave him a shy smile, nodding towards the room. The air rushing out of the bathroom was warm and smelled of your shampoo. Harry almost cried at the scent.

Almost…

"Your turn."

He nodded before grabbing his pyjama pants and heading for the bathroom. The warmth was even stronger inside the room, but he wasn't surprised. He knew you liked to shower with water so hot he wondered how you didn't burn yourself. The mirror above the sink was covered with a heavy layer of condensation, tiny droplets of water making it impossible for him to see his own image in the glass. And maybe it was for the better…

Throughout the entire shower, he washed himself without even noticing. You were still in every one of his thoughts, and he came to this conclusion: he needed to talk with you about what had happened. About that kiss. About the fact that you had agreed not to do this kind of things, and more importantly, that he couldn't hide the fact that it wasn't a meaningless gesture to him. Something had awoken inside of him, and he couldn't simply ignore it and act as if nothing had happened.

He didn't bother drying his hair, and let droplets fall down on his t-shirt, hurrying back inside the bedroom. Now that he had come to a decision, he just wanted to get it over with, let it all out.

You were lying in bed, under the covers, with a history book resting on your stomach while you were distracted by your phone. Harry took a deep breath in before walking over to the bed and sitting down by your side, his weight bending the mattress finally making you look up and notice his presence in the room.

"Hey," he breathed, mentally slapping himself the second the word passed his lips for being such an idiot.

You put down your phone and shot him an amused smile.

"Hi."

"Hmm… I was wondering… can we talk?"

"Sure," you nodded, sitting a little straighter.

"'S just… about… I mean, I think we should… talk about…" he stuttered, knowing he was blushing to a ridiculous amount, his heart beating so fast he wondered how the organ could sustain such a rhythm without exploding. "Huh… what happened earlier today."

"What do you mean?"

He rose both his eyebrows in surprise.

"You… So… huh…I…"

"I think my family definitely believes we're together now, so mission accomplished."

"Good… but that is not what I wanted us to…"

"I told you all we needed was to be a little more… romantic about it. But it worked, so all is fine."

"But we…"

"So, there's no problem anymore."

"Don't do that…"

You picked up your book, that was still resting on your stomach, and tried to hide behind it, in the hope that Harry would not notice how you struggled to breathe then.

But Harry tore the book away from your hands, and looked at you with a deep frown.

"So… huh… are we going to mention that you've snogged me or…?"

"Snog is a big word for what happened," you mumbled in response, crossing your arms before your chest.

Harry put your book away on his bedside table, as if he was confiscating it.

"You did kiss me. And let's be honest it was a… pretty… amazing kiss."

"Really? You… you think that?" you asked shyly, your voice a little lower than before, and your heart racing, but for another reason now instead of your previous anxiety.

An old and familiar feeling you had tried to keep at bay for years, but had never been able to banish for good… not with him… never with him.

He fiercely blushed all the way up to the tip of his ears.

"Hmmm… yeah… yeah, I'd say that. Didn't… didn't you… like it… when we kissed…?"

"No, no! I mean! Yes! I did! I… I liked it. You… you're good at… kissing."

"Thanks."

"Thanks. I mean… you're welcome."

"You're… you're very good at kissing too."

"Thanks."

"Hmm… yeah… so… that was… that was something that happened, and we agreed… we agreed not to do it when we shook hands in LA about the whole thing."

"I have to admit I didn't really think before doing it. It's just… everyone was looking at us and it just seemed like the perfect thing to do to… seal the deal and convince everyone that we're dating."

So… nothing else. Just one more move to sell the whole charade. Harry wasn't sure why he was so disappointed to hear you say these words, when he was well aware of what you would say before even mentioning the incident. Still, he felt his heart breaking once more as you said the words he expected anyway.

"Right. So… hmm… that was a one-time thing, right? Like…"

"Oh yes! It was just on the moment and… I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable because of it."

"Good. Yeah, it's okay, just… we had agreed not to do it."

"It won't happen again."

"Good. Good…"

Harry suddenly turned around and settled in the bed.

"Good night then," he let out as quickly as he could, eager to turn off his light and hide in the shadows the way you were breaking his heart right now.

It wouldn't happen again… he wanted it to happen again though. If he wasn't so scared of losing you, he would try to kiss you again right there and then. But he didn't. Instead, he extended his arm and turned off the light on his nightstand.

"Harry?" you called in a shaky voice, unsure of what to say first.

I wanted to kiss you. I want to kiss you again, right now. I like you. Not like a friend. Never have. Harry…

"Hmm?" his voice came out like a whisper, his back facing you.

You struggled to swallow the lump in your throat.

"Can you give me back my book now?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

He handed you the heavy volume without looking at you, and you were grateful for it, hoping to hide behind the pages of your book how heartbroken you were that he wasn't contradicting you at all.

Clearly, he didn't want to kiss you again, right?

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katewaliss · 3 years

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! write with me or fight with me!

you either die by my sword or the most painful head canons imaginable! *merida vc* choose yer fate

just kidding!

hey there gaymers, i am crissy! i am 22, live in pst, go by she/her pronouns and honestly would very much like a distraction from life -- preferably in the form of 1x1 and rp in general. i am currently doing online school plus trying/failing at adulting, being a crazy pink haired college student living on microwave dimsum with my crazy fluffy demon cat, but that still leaves me with a lot of time and what better way to spend that time then crying and dying, am i right, boys?

so without further ado ( adieu? idk gusundheit ) here are a list of discomboblulated plot things that have been floating around in my head that i might be fun to do ( plot fragments, ideas, ocs, fcs i like, settings, genres etc )! i’d prefer a message if u liked any of these in the inbox or dm form, my tumblr ims are open and my discord user is mr. worldwide#2918 ( pitbull supremacy ) but if ur shy i will message u and be annoying!

lastly: i prefer hcing in the dms to replies, however i will do replies/ask memes slowly, i don’t really like making blogs and prefer google docs/discord and i ask ( gently and respectfully ) that minors do not interact.

thank u and happy hunger games! xx

COLLEGE TOTALLY SPIES -- i was really obsessed with this picture right here and i thought that the picture would be a good premise for a little four person group based on totally spies. i was thinking that these three college students/young adults some friends maybe not some enemies or just on completely different ends of the social agenda get bonded together when they accidentally end up roped in a top secret spy organization that is fronted by a record store. the details and flesh of the plot i think would be cute to figure out all together maybe in a google doc or a big discord so we can make the rp to perfect world building specifications. right now i have two spots open!

my friend lexi over at comradc has taken the cool goth asian girl and is using lyrica okano

i am playing the freckly backwards hat lesbian in the red polo named aj mccallis and i think im using diana silvers ( not sure might switch to tati rodriguez )

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i’d prefer if this stayed kind of sapphic and female and enby friendly. we can def make make npcs and characters but i’d prefer if the characters looked like they do in the picture ( minus the white girls who can be racebent as long as there are vibes ) mostly bc i want the poc people to stay the correct poc! but yeah! if u like this message me specifically!!!!! seperately and hit me w a role ud like maybe an fc an idea anything < 3 im working on a google doc and discord sever

- i really want to play a himbo skater boy evan mock like its my dream i know nothing abt him other than he probably goes by something like mouth or juice or tris or dex or dante but !!!! he has buzzed hair he buzzes designs into, does stick n pokes, hates cops, will kiss anyone, likes to mosh at house shows, smokes a lot and sounds like crush from finding nemo, probably ur parents worst nightmare if im honest rodrick heffley energy -- adopt him for any plot

- i also really am obsessed with simay barlas who is my mascot rn -- i want to play her in some sort of dark academia setting with like gossip girl blair waldorf energies lu from elite and have her be really mean and cold and pretentious and play the cello and probably have secrets and be uptight idk the name mallory is resonating hard w me ( we could even do a gossip girl the secret history type group if people liked that )

-ok i also really really want to play streak aka silas montgomery who is like very like sidekick best friend to the golden boy main character, does a kick ass goat impression, class clown, relentlessly hits on like the most difficult person in school, does crazy things for laughs and attention, just wants to make people happy, only wears hawaiian shirts, finger guns, is going nowhere in life, his dad is probably the dean at whatever prestigious school also he is very very depressed and drinks often! love u! a I Feel Like Im The Worst So I Always Act Like Im The Best electra heart baby PINTEREST

also yes his hair is pink reg verse he did it on a dare but hp verse he did a potion wrong and it never came out

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other stuff

ok i really want to do a princess and knight plot but with knight zendaya and princess anya taylor joy ???? ALKHALKSHALK LITERALLY HELLO literally modern or like dnd style i do not care but know i love dnd! we could make it like them goin on some skyrim quests like hi

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jennifers body plot!!!! maybe set in college!!!!! sounds spicy i will do a f/f or m/m version leggo leggo

UNTIL DAWN UNTIL DAWN!!!! i wanted to do a little like 6 person or mumu until dawn thing where everyone either makes new characters or characters based on the existing six! i made a girl adjacent josh character named riley PINTEREST who i love very much ( fc might change im thinking maybe medallion rahimi ) pls hmu if ur down

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GOSSIP GIRL PLOT ENERGIES

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i have a kind of oc that had their parents die in a factory gas leak that was the governments fault and it turned them into a vigilante assasin that is slowly picking off bootlicker government people one by one pretending to be one of them until bam! gets attached to the rich asshole son or daughter of the head hauncho or one of the higher ups ... drama

rich little celebrity fussy wussy being held captive by the mafia and the tired stoic mafia guard but they fall in love

i kind of like any plot that involves one person that is really loud or angry or dramatic or whiny and the other one is kind of sweet and gentle or does not talk much idk make brain happy

speaking of!

no nonsense law student studying abroad in a european country and an artist there falls in love w them and is all romantic and gush and is like ur my muse!!! and they are like Go awAy and they explore the city together and themelseves its nice!

i want to be an avan jogia super villain idk why i need to but i do

not to be a disney adult bc i am not but anastasia princesses dont kiss kitchen boys

rival cheer captians? best friends brother? pop princess celebrity singer and like antiestablishment really angry rockstar in a publicity relationship? broody detective and sunshiney diner person that works at the diner they eat at everyday?

idk i will think of more hmu these can all be made f/f or m/m if they arent

#1x1 #1x1 rp #1x1 roleplay #plots #this is so long and messy and weird idk it repeats a lot hit me up im emabrrassed already

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Life & Style, May 10

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Cover: Celeb Diet & Fitness Tips

Page 1: Photo Flash -- Tom Cruise is well known for doing his own stunts, but during a location shoot in Yorkshire, U.K. for Mission: Impossible 7, Tom's co-stars Hayley Atwell and Esai Morales proved they were no slouches either: all three actors wowed onlookers with their daredevil moves aboard a train that was in motion

Page 2: Contents

Page 4: The Top 10 Floral Looks -- follow these stars' style lead and celebrate the spring season in fresh prints -- Penelope Cruz, Lupita Nyong'o, Heidi Klum, Sofia Vergara, Kelsea Ballerini

Page 5: Cate Blanchett, Elle Fanning, Gabrielle Union, Kathryn Newton, Mindy Kaling

Page 6: There's no limit to what Angelina Jolie wouldn't do for her kids and instead of living abroad, she purchased a home for them in L.A. because she wanted it to be close to their dad Brad Pitt and now, Angie reveals she's had to give up her dream of directing because she had a change in her family situation that's not made it possible for her to direct for a few years and she needed to just do shorter jobs and be home more, so she went back to doing a few acting jobs -- Angie filed for divorce from Brad in 2016 and while they were declared legally single in 2019, the former couple have yet to settle on a permanent custody arrangement for kids Pax, Zahara, Shiloh, and twins Knox and Vivienne while at age 19, son Maddox Jolie-Pitt is able to make his own decisions about whom he lives with and Angelina is blowing through millions of dollars on lawyers and she isn't broke, but she can't exactly afford to stop working either and amid mounting legal bills, Angie's signed on to blockbusters like Maleficent: Mistress of Evil and Marvel's Eternals and while Angelina would rather work behind the scenes, it's too time-consuming and as an actress, she can make ends meet and be there for her kids

Page 8: Less than a month after giving birth to her third child, a baby girl named Mae, Hilary Duff is opening up about the pressure that comes with breastfeeding, saying all of the babies latch really great but she's just not a huge milk producer, so it's emotional for her and she has tons of anxiety, and then she's in her head, and then she doesn't feel like enough, and then the spiral continues from there -- she decided to share her postpartum struggle as a way to cope and to let other new mothers out there know that they're not alone in this

* Sarah Jessica Parker is trying to convince Hugh Grant to star in the upcoming Sex and the City reboot because it's unlikely Chris Noth will be returning as Mr. Big, so she needs a new leading man and Hugh's the perfect candidate -- Sarah Jessica finds him so charming and talented and she was blown away by Hugh's recent acting in The Undoing so she's desperate to have him on the show -- Sarah Jessica, who appeared alongside Hugh in 1996's Extreme Measures and 2009's Did You Hear About the Morgans?, absolutely loves the idea of working with Hugh again and he hasn't agreed to anything yet, but she's hoping he'll say yes

Page 12: The Week in Photos -- Bathing Beauties -- Sailor Brinkley-Cook and her rescue pup Chester, Rita Ora on the sand of Bondi Beach in an orange bikini, Kate Hudson celebrated the launch of Fabletics new active swim line by jumping in the pool

Page 13: Olivia Culpo in a green bikini, Vanessa Hudgens in a red-halter swimsuit

Page 14: James Corden dressed up as rapper Bad Bunny's arch rival Good Bunny for a sketch on The Late Late Show

Page 16: Stars Behaving Badly -- Derek Hough played makeup artist for Hayley Erbert, Total Bellas twins Nikki Bella and Brie Bella put Bachelor Nation's Jason Tartick and Matt James in headlocks at Wrestlemania, host T.J. James let his tongue do the talking on the NYC set of Good Morning America

Page 18: Say What?! Mark Wahlberg on trying to put on 30 pounds in six weeks for the movie Father Stu, Selena Gomez on her Only Murders in the Building co-stars Steve Martin and Martin Short, Margaret Josephs on five decades of wearing fake eyelashes, Jamie Dornan on his devotion to The Golden Girls

Page 20: Chris Hemsworth landed in hot water with Elsa Pataky after pics of him hanging out with Australian stunner Cheyenne Tozzi hit the internet -- Chris was photographed with the model at Zambi Wildlife Retreat in Wallacia while his wife was off shooting Interceptor in Sydney and it's definitely put Elsa on high alert and she had a lot of questions for Chris when they finally spoke and Chris said he had the kids with him and it was all very innocent -- the couple has often been at odds over their careers and while Chris and Elsa try to coordinate their schedules so that their children, daughter India and twin sons Sasha and Tristan, are always with one parent, Elsa was usually the one forced to put family before fame, but now that Elsa's been working more, she's not always home like she used to be, and this little incident was a huge wake-up call because she might trust Chris, but she isn't stupid: who would want their handsome husband running around with a blond bombshell?

Page 21: Real Housewives of Atlanta alum Claudia Jordan is alleging that Kanye West made a move on her while he was still with Kim Kardashian, saying he tried years ago when she and Nikki Chu were in the club and they shut the door and she had met him before and she hung out with Kim as well and because of Girl Code, she couldn't do it

* Jennifer Lopez isn't wasting any time getting back on the dating scene after splitting from Alex Rodriguez -- J. Lo can't help feeling that she squandered a good couple of years on A-Rod and she doesn't want another ring; she just wants to have fun

Page 22: Cover Story -- Stars' Summer Body Secrets Revealed -- discover the diet and fitness tricks these celebs swear by -- Gwen Stefani's shedding for the wedding, Julianne Hough skips the gym

Page 23: Kate Hudson's flat belly formula, total transformations: Adele, Rebel Wilson

Page 24: Kourtney Kardashian and Travis Barker engaged on her 42nd birthday -- after just four months of dating, Kourtney and Travis are ready to take the next step in their romance

Page 26: The Osbournes: Family in Crisis -- personal, professional and physical setbacks plague Ozzy Osbourne and Sharon Osbourne and their daughter Kelly Osbourne -- after a heated on-air argument over Piers Morgan's treatment of Meghan Markle, Sharon was accused of racism toward co-hosts behind the scenes -- Ozzy's health is always an issue and he's had to rehab from pneumonia, neck surgery and more over the past few years but he's stubborn and acts like he's still a young rock star -- while she's back in AA, Kelly was scared to admit she'd relapsed while her mom was dealing with her own scandal

Page 28: Prince William and Duchess Kate: Stepping Up for Queen Elizabeth -- as the queen grapples with tremendous loss, Prince William and Kate Middleton provide support -- a frail-looking Queen Elizabeth sat alone due to COVID-19 restrictions at the funeral of Prince Philip, whom she called her strength and stay and the loss has been even harder than she expected -- William and Kate are lightening the queen's load and they worked on the queen birthday to give her time to mourn

Page 30: John Travolta breaks his silence on losing Kelly Preston -- for the first time since Kelly's death, John opens up about his personal journey through grief

Page 36: Who Lives Here? Rihanna

Page 38: Beauty Beat -- spring's prettiest pastel polish -- embrace warm weather with a lacquered look the complements the season -- Jennifer Lopez

Page 40: Diva or Down-to-Earth? Alison Brie shopped for her own groceries at Gelson's in L.A. -- down-to-earth, Rachel Brosnahan's hairstylist went to work in between scenes of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel in NYC -- diva, Kylie Jenner kicked up her heels on a private plane -- diva

Page 42: Social Stars Posts of the Week -- Kerry Washington stopped and smelled the roses, Snoop Dogg and Blake Shelton, Melissa McCarthy and Jason Bateman looked straight out of the '80s in a scene from the latest movie Thunder Force, Nicole Scherzinger in a bikini in Hawaii

Page 44: Horoscope -- Taurus Adele turned 33 on May 5

* They're Not Together, But They Should Be -- Sagittarius Ashley Benson and Cancer Chace Crawford

Page 48: What I'm Into -- Mayim Bialik

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The Next Best Australian Record - Harold x Reader (Adore)

GIF CREDIT: X Cruel Summer / Magnets

Author’s Note: I like blaming my fics on peoples influences - this one is totally on @mendelskrull - no take backs!! 😉😉

@sufferthesea thank you for staying with this series, 2 & 3 wouldn’t have happened without your support and, of course, this song is yours 😊 Lana Del Ray - The Next Best American Record

Disclaimer: Adore characters and plot not mine / once again I’ve made it far more convoluted! / gifs not mine / lyrics not mine

Premise: Now you’re back at University you can both let this affair breathe. But what happens when Harold returns home for the weekend, does what happens in Sydney stay in Sydney?

Words: 5054

Warnings: sexual connotations / small swears / May-December Romance / Student-Teacher Relationship

_______ My baby used to dance underneath my architecture To the Houses of the Holy, smokin' on them cigarettes My baby used to dance underneath my architecture He was cool as heck He was cool as heck

My baby used to dance underneath my architecture He was '70s in spirit, '90s in his frame of mind My baby used to dance underneath my architecture We lost track of space We lost track of time And we were so obsessed with writing the next best American record That we gave all we had 'til the time we got to bed 'Cause we knew we could We were so obsessed with writing the next best American record 'Cause we were just that good It was just that good Whatever's on tonight, I just wanna party with you Topanga's hot tonight, I'm taking off my bathing suit You made me feel like there's something that I never knew I wanted It's you, all the roads lead to you Everything I want and do, all the things that I say It's true, all the roads lead to you Like the 405 I drive through Every night and every day I see you for who you really are ---

Three weeks had passed by exceedingly slow, although you really had managed to get going on your work with no outside distractions. Your friends had thrown one last beach party before you all packed up and headed off, but drinking only led to yearning – so it made you pretty relieved that you had no number to shamelessly drunk text. The university friends you’d been keeping in touch with over the break we’re all itching see each other again, and you couldn’t wait to return to the house you’d been renting together and class, at least some of you we restless for classes to begin. You most of all, for obvious reasons. It would be so great to be with all of them again and gain a little more of your independence. The only real adult influence in your life would be your… uhm… Well, that was the thing, you didn’t exactly know what you were supposed to call him. So you would hold that thought. Your schedule came through and you were already desperate to get back in the classroom and see Harold again. Part of you wanted to email him as soon as you reached Sydney, but you knew it was best to settle in and figure it all out before you resumed seeing him. Besides, it was going to be much more dangerous for him out there. Sure, if you’d been caught here there’d be a lot of questions and falling out; not that you didn’t think you wouldn’t be spiteful enough to call out his wife and her friend, and drag everyone down with you… but in Sydney he was your lecturer. (Not that he wasn’t at home, but, family friends was a different twist to taking advantage of a student). You knew you’d have to be careful, the last thing you would want was to be responsible for ruining his career… or his life. With your car packed up, you were finally saying goodbye to your parents before you started your long drive. You’d planned out all your breaks and setting off this time of day meant you’d make it in plenty of time and daylight. But they were still trying to check on your schedule, telling you to call them at your break points so they knew where you were and how you were doing. Hugging you and asking you to be careful on the roads, as if you hadn’t done this 200 times before. If you had to say ‘I’ll be fine, I promise!’ one more time you’d likely go insane. What you didn’t expect was to find someone else appear in your driveway to see you off. And he certainly wasn’t someone you would consider a friend. Despite still seeing his father around, you hadn’t actually seen much of Tom since you’d broken up. And even your parents were shocked to see him standing there. “…H…Hey…” You walked over, eyebrow raised, “What’s up?” It was strange to say that you felt a little guilty – had you always been leading him on? Was there ever a time you actually wanted the guy standing in front of you? You couldn’t think like that, not really. Tom was good to you, and you had enjoyed your relationship. Not sorry it was over, but for the way you’d let it end. Plus, if you really thought on it – this man had started it. You’d found out he was cheating on you before you’d so much as touched Harold. “Nothing.” Then he shrugged, “No, maybe that’s a lie. I… I just wanted to say goodbye before you went off to Sydney.” Tom couldn’t quite meet your eyes as he spoke; “I guess I didn’t want to leave things bad between us, y’know? Before you left.” “Oh-!” You could count yourself as surprised, “I… guess I understand that.” “Yeah.” He laughed, “I also wanted to wish you good luck, with your next year.” “Thank you.” You smiled gently, “That’s sweet, you don’t have to.” “So… can we… at least be cool with each other?” You laughed, “I guess.” There was a few moments awkward silence before he cleared his throat, not satisfied to end with that; “How’s the guy working out?” You hoped you had as good a poker face as you thought you did; “Yeah, good.” “Will you see much of him now?” “A little...” You quickly changed subject before he got too deep into the detail; “How’s, uh, how’s the girl... working out?” “Good.... yeah. No, uh, no complaints.” “Good…” You nodded too. And the awkwardness set in again, before he reached out to hug you – and you found yourself in maybe the most awkward ‘exes’ hug in the entire world. “I’m sorry. It shouldn’t have-” “Tom it’s okay. Honestly. What happened happened. We’re probably… better off with who we’re with now.” “I guess.” He let you go and you stepped back, with a smile “Take care of yourself. Maybe when I’m back we can catch up!” Although you weren’t sure how serious you were, maybe you’d stop by for his father and just casually catch up with him. Tom’d never know. You waved each other off again and you watched him walk away, with at least a smile that clearing the air really might have been a good idea. It was done; it’d make tension at that house a little lower if you did ever turn up for any reason. “Oh!” He turned, walking backwards down the hill, “Say hi to my dad for me!!” You couldn’t help your smirk, it just appeared instantly, “Oh, I will!” Though you’d be doing a lot more than that. *** For the first few weeks you got settled into your routine, getting a feel for your class schedule and the nuances of moving back in with your best friends. You only had one class with Harold this semester, which you counted as a blessing because you weren’t sure how this was going to work now. Though you already knew you had two classes with him next semester, and that was enough to keep you going on. If you thought sitting in class was good for seeing him, and those little knowing looks he kept flashing you – especially when you happened to answer a question right (c’mon, you were eager to please the man. You’d always been like this in Harold’s class.) – it really had nothing on your friends teasing. They all knew you had a crush on him – that was the last few years of being here and sitting in class, so whilst every right answer had a different meaning now between you and he, your friends sat there with the same little smirks on their faces: ‘Ohhhh! Someone’s got a crush! STILL!’ ‘Seriously? No summer romances to yearn and miss – or does that not do it for you!?’ ‘Oh, we should know Y/N! It’s all about the fantasy!’ ‘Y/N, getting all your answers right won’t get you in his pants-!’ - Well, little did they know! And you weren’t about to bring Tom up; in fact you weren’t even sure anyone knew that Harold usually lived in the same town as you. It certainly wasn’t something you were going to say now; less it help people put two and two together if things got suspicious. When you did start seeing each other again – around the time he gave you your assignments and you went to check on him under the guise of ‘wait can you just go through this one more time-!?’ - it was tentative and slow moving. You supposed out here in Sydney where you didn’t have the rush of summer, or have to sneak around both your families, you could really let the relationship just breathe and be what it would be. You didn’t see him on campus any more than you thought necessary, you tried not to run to him after class unless you had a burning question, so most of the time you would leave him with a sweet goodbye smile instead, and he would give you a gentle nod to bid you a good day. Even in his office you tried to keep it focused on your coursework, that didn’t mean he didn’t hold your hand as he took you through something, and he usually gave you a goodbye kiss before you left. You couldn’t lie that it felt a little strange, considering what you’d been used to back home – it’d never really been this delicate. You weren’t sure you didn’t enjoy this a little more. Still, after spending so much time together this summer, even if it was tangled up in sheets, there was still that need to be closer than the University would ever allow. So he gave you his address. At first you thought that was risky, and wondered what kind of excuse you’d have to give your friends… Although they didn’t seem to mind you heading out for your own purposes. You just made sure to never lie if they did enquire. ”Where you heading?” “Oh! A family friend recently moved to the area. It’d be kinda cool to hang out with them!” And they never questioned more than that.

You actually liked working on your assignments up here, his house was quiet and you got to pressure yourself because he was your teacher and instead of procrastinating you should be getting this done for his class. The assignment was simple enough; you had to design a play (based on the theme he’d set) and then write it’s key scene. Producing an essay on why you’d chosen the elements for the piece that you had. You were just glad this wasn’t one of your performance classes – you could get away with anything in the scene if you didn’t have to perform it yourself. Though you were sure Harold would make one or two of you read a little in tutorials. Maybe you could use your relationship to your advantage; Please for the love of God don’t pick me! You knew he would anyway, though. Whilst you were focused on your writing, when he was here and not on campus teaching, he was also typing away on his own composition. When you were taking a break from your own work you got curious enough to wander over and see what Harold was doing, looping your arms around his neck. “What are you working on?” “Oh…” He clasped your hands in his, “Just a pipe dream. It’s been in the works a loooong time…” “Yeaaah,” You pressed your lips to his cheek, settling your head on his shoulder, “But what is it?” “It’s a play.” “Oh? We’re all working on the same thing-!?” You brightened up, scanning a few lines. Even from what was in front of you, you sensed a familiar theme. “Oh my God!” You couldn’t help but grin as you teased him; “Are you just going to steal our work-!?” He laughed, teasing you back, “No-! That’s not it!” You straightened, look disbelieving as Harold tipped his head back to keep his eyes locked with yours; “Ohhh! It totally is-!” “Well only the good ones-! And you’ll get credit-!” You snorted, “Yeah alright, I’ll remember that when I take you to court for copyright.” He narrowed his eyes, “Thing with you is, I could believe you actually would.” “Nah,” you leant down to kiss him, “If you want to steal my shitty ideas that’s fine with me.” “I’m sure they aren’t that bad!” You slipped from his grip, walking backwards and holding his hand until the last second, with a sharp intake of breath. “I wouldn’t be so sure…!” It couldn’t have been more than 20 minutes until he joined you, and you were biting your lip hard again; “Stop watching me!” “I’m here to help you actually.” “Help?” You raised your head, and then tilted it; “A distraction.” “Ahhhh…” He leant forward and brushed his lips to yours, “I hope a welcome one.” You pulled him back to you by his shirt; “Kiss me again and I’ll tell you.” Eventually you did end up throwing ideas around, sitting in his lap with your notebook as Harold held one arm around your waist, stroking his other through your hair. Both thoughts for his play and your own work – Harold just wanted you to be happy with your idea before he watched you spent all your effort on it. Eventually you thought you had it figured out, at least more than just the bare bones that you’d had before – now it had real structure and detail. Although telling him the detail was a step too far, “Don’t tell me! I want a surprise when I mark it-!” You folded your arms with a pout, “Well you’ve basically just told me your entire storyline! Now I’ll know when I see it!” “It’s a work in progress – It’s changed a million times already.” You settled and cuddled into him, peppering his neck and jawline with kisses as you did; “Well at least promise me that I can read it when you finish it? Maybe I could even be in it by that stage!” He chuckled, pulling you in closer; “You’d be the first I cast-!”

*** As at home, your lover had a house in Sydney that wasn’t too far from the beach. It was Friday morning, and Harold was due to drive back for the weekend. You’d started spending more weekends together, although you wouldn’t get the opportunity this one coming. As you weren’t due in class until much later in the day, after class yesterday (your only period, and also his) you’d headed over here. Whilst your assignment was doing a lot better and might almost be complete, his play was still nowhere near finished. Harold liked to recite pieces to you when you were curled up together, sometimes he’d hand you scenes and ask you to read characters and you couldn’t help but see scary parallels between them and conversations that you’d had with him. “Is this… leading somewhere?” “No.” The hand that wasn’t holding the script traced soft patterns over your stomach, “Why?” Your turned your head to him slowly, “Are they us?” “They… are a culmination of… a lot of relationships.” “They talk like we do.” “In this scene, yeah.” He gave a shrug, “In others they’re Roz… and then relationships past.” You shifted visibly at the mention of her name, but understood what he was saying. It was a look at various relationships through the lens of different life stages. Harold drew you closer to him and kissed your forehead gently, “We can stop.” “No, it’s okay, it’s just- The thought of people seeing this or reading it… I guess it’s all a little scary.” You placed the pages on the table and wrapped your arms around his, caressing Harold’s skin as you pressed kisses into his arms. “I promise you if you don’t want this, I’ll take it out,” He continued to kiss your face and you were already smiling again, “still, it’ll be years from now at the rate it’s going.” He finally reached your lips; “I won’t do this without your permission.” “And yet everyone else doesn’t get a say?” “I think that says a little bit more about you, doesn’t it?” You bit your lip gently, before pulling him in again, “Hush, don’t make me yearn for you now…” On Friday morning he woke you early, and suggested going down to the beach while the weather was still good, and it wasn’t so hot and crowded yet. Harold was right, the presence of anyone else was minimal, and you could keep your hand in his almost the whole time you were together. All you could really do was look at him and wish this could in any way be normal. You hadn’t really been joking with him yesterday, you yearned for this to work out. That one day it wouldn’t matter who saw you together, because it would just be that. You’d be together. A dream, and yet one you would never be sure of lasting. Could it realistically last? Even now, hundreds of miles from home he was still wearing a wedding ring, and you were still aware of the fact that he could be yours and still not be yours. You took a deep breath of sea air and closed your eyes, focusing on his hand in yours. On his voice, already planning your next rendezvous… he wanted to take you on a trip somewhere out of the city. Harold’s attention was all yours, all of it was on you, and you needed to remember that; he knew you needed that. How much you craved it, how important his attention was to you when he was about to leave for home again. You could be adult about the relationship you shared, but he knew your emotions were still that of the 20-something you were. Harold knew how to placate that, and the fact he wasn’t about to drop you because of it showed you nothing more than how important this was to him. Maybe for the first time – even though he’d already stayed through your ‘I love you’ confession. By the time you were back to his, the sun was turning up the heat, and you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity. He’d barely shut the door before you were all over each other – your hands up in Harold’s hair and his kisses all over you. Yet by the time you were to the bedroom you’d significantly cooled off, and it was sweeter, a little slower. You pulled at the strings of your bathing suit to undress for him teasingly; and as ever Harold was receptive to this by the way he whispered your name. Today he loved on you slow and sweet – and it was everything you’d always wanted. He might have had somewhere to be, but there was no time limit here. Not in the safety of his home miles away from anyone that really knew you. No way to be caught out by friends or significant others (who didn’t treat either of you better anyway). You lay together for a while afterwards too, in the gentle afterglow, talking like you always did; about nothing and everything… Until Harold decided that if he wanted to beat any traffic back home he best be heading off and reality dragged you back – as it always did. You may have had him all to yourself here, and for longer than you ever had before, but it was still never enough. By the time you were out of the shower, washing away the tacky ocean air and the heat of the moment, he was ready to leave. With just a towel wrapped around you as you combed through your hair, he entered the bathroom to kiss you goodbye, winding his strong arms around your waist his kisses grazed the shell of your ear before his moustache scratched your cheek as he kissed you again, making you scrunch your face and giggle. “Okay, I best make a move...” Harold’s hands were on your hips and you knew his hesitation. You weren’t in the mood to help him decide to leave you, and so just kept kissing him. But you had to admit to yourself that you were in two minds. Half of you just wanted him to leave so you could get him back quicker, the other half just wanted him to rip this towel from your body and take you to bed once more before he left. You could make a pretty safe bet that both options were going through his head too. Finally he did let you go and pulled away, you were proud of yourself for not whining at him or looking disappointed, you knew Harold had to go and you would let him. Collecting his things up again, Harold paused and turned back to you by the bedroom door; “Lock up when you leave-!” “I will!” “I’ll be back soon, okay, I’m just collecting a few items and checking in...” “Babe, I know, it’s okay.” And it was. Because despite your envy of that wedding band, it was for nothing but show. “Be good.” You couldn’t help but smirk at him; “I will.” “Work hard!” “Certainly-!” “Especially on my stuff-!” “Yes-! Of course! Now go-! Or you’ll get caught in traffic-!” He nodded, and waved you off with one last blown kiss. You gave it a few seconds, but had to call him back, because you’d forgotten something very important; “Oh! Harry!” (for this was the nickname you had designed for him – even though you didn’t use it so often yet… he was warming to it, you were sure!) Harold turned once more; eyes curious. “I love you.” He chuckled, “I know sweetheart. As you keep telling me.” He left you with a soft wink, and you waited to hear the front door close. Somehow that made you smile more. You knew he still wouldn’t say it, not with that ring on his hand… but you also knew he did love you. That was enough, it had to be enough, you had to let it be enough. All you could do now was wait for him to return to you and you could be patient! And yet, you already couldn’t wait to be back in his arms.

All things considered you’d had an amazing weekend hanging with your friends, and in the late evening sunshine you were all sitting in the lounge. There was a movie on but none of you were paying attention to it, more likely to only pay attention when you wanted to chat shit about it. But you were all chatting shit and spilling tea in general – and you’d really missed this all summer. You were lounging on your stomach across the couch, every so often munching on popcorn with your phone sat next to you. Ah, yes, by now you’d exchanged numbers. It was for emergencies only; and you really did mean emergencies. There was no casual texting of any kind; you still didn’t want anyone to be able to trace this. The trail you would leave would be simple texts that wouldn’t mean a thing to anyone else, nothing risqué… not even an ‘I miss you’… It wasn’t even a burner phone; it was your real mobile. And with nothing to take out of context, and nothing to look bad, how could anyone possibly touch you? ‘HH’ flashed up on your phone screen and suddenly hanging out with your friends no longer became fun. HH – for Henry Holland, a designer with a flair for putting H’s on everything, you thought it was about time you wore some of his stuff. Maybe that was a little too obvious. ‘I’m going to be here longer than I thought.’ A million thoughts flashed into your head, and you realised that you couldn’t ask him about any of them. But it worried you instantly – were things okay? Why did he need to stay longer? You weren’t sure what was going on with his family; and you weren’t close enough with Tom to casually ask him how things were, although that was still a number in your phone. Your thoughts began racing – silly things that shouldn’t even be thought about. Had he made up with Roz? Had it all come out? Someway, somehow and everyone back home was firefighting? No – if that was it you couldn’t imagine it wouldn’t get back to your parents, even out of spite. And then your phone really would be blowing up. Maybe he’d move the family out here? You weren’t sure you could see that working either: you’d only just managed to disentangle yourself from your families. You couldn’t imagine either of you wanted to go back to sneaking around (even though you had to admit there was a certain thrill attached to it). What was happening? And why could you only think of every worst case scenario…!? You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, suddenly feeling very dizzy. “Y/N… Y/N, are you okay!?” Your friends suddenly noticed how quiet you were; not to mention your lack of response to their banter. “Y-yeah…” You put on your best smile and turned your mobile over, “Just, overthinking!” You did eventually send a message back, just ‘Okay’ – because it was okay, it was his life. You could sit and be worried and want to call him but you knew you couldn’t. Neither of you were ready for that motion yet. But you didn’t receive anything else, and your first class of the week with him was taken by a substitute. Which had your friends teasing hitting home a little harder than it should; “HAHA! Y/N! What are you gonna do, you can’t drool for an entire lesson?” “Y/N just lost her eye candy.” “Oh my God guys, shut up!!” You laughed, “I can’t help that our best teacher is also hot---!” “That’s about the only reason you pay any attention!!!” “Oh sorry-!” You folded your arms, “At least I actually pay attention!” Although by the end of the lesson they were all agreeing with you – and this was one of the most boring classes you’d ever had the misfortune of sitting in. It made you miss him terribly. ** News of Harold’s return reached you before his text did. Accidently, of course; you were waiting for your tutor appointment when two other lecturers passed you. “I hear Harold got back last night!” “Oh thank GOD-! We can’t afford another week without him-!” “Should be back in tomorrow…” You were immediately elated, and desperate to see him. So when his text came through in the middle of your next class, you couldn’t help smiling like crazy. ‘Hey, I’m back in town. All good here, how are you?’ ‘Good. I’m fine.’ You chewed your lip, and then sent the next part anyway, ‘I’m glad you’re back… I missed you’ It didn’t receive a reply, you didn’t expect it too – you just needed to say it. The first thing you did when you got back on your laptop was book the first appointment with him you could, which had you flying up the stairs to his office the following morning. He laughed as you had to give yourself a minute to catch your breath, “I’m surprised you didn’t drive up yesterday.” “I just wanted to… let you settle back.” “You needn’t have.” Harold cupped your cheeks and touched his forehead gently to yours; you placed your hands over his, unable to stop beaming as the feel of him close to you once more. “Still, thank you for being so considerate.” You stood like that for a further few seconds, comfortable in each other’s presence before he kissed you. Not in the same way as he usually kissed you goodbye in this office. A real kiss, and removing his hands from your face only made you entwine your fingers with his. But you pulled back from him suddenly – which left him more than just a little surprised. Your eyes were wide by this point. You knew what it felt like to hold hands with him; because you always had to contend with a wedding band. You brought Harold’s hands up, removing your fingers from his – you couldn’t have helped your shocked gasp; he was void of one. “Wait, what-?!” He watched your face very carefully, but couldn’t help but smile himself. There was no point in teasing you with this one. “Divorced. Finalising.” You raised your eyes to his; disbelieving. You didn’t hear that – those words didn’t come from his mouth! And even if they did HOW and WHY!? “Shit, what-!?” Harold laughed, “I mean it’s a long story but, more of a test. Something that might sound like one last chance - I said they could move out here. She doesn’t want to leave. I can’t say that it didn’t feel like it was any damn excuse would do.” He shrugged, “Guess I gave her one.” “Wh…What about Tom?” Despite effectively stealing his son’s girlfriend, Harold still had a good relationship with Tom, you didn’t want that to change for him. “He’s a big kid, seems fine. We talked a lot while I was there. Trust me, I think it’s safe to say we all got what we wanted…” He brushed his lips to yours once more, and wound his arms around you pulling you into a tight embrace. “I knew it was over Y/N, I just had to be sure.” You nodded, “I know. I know; I’m not mad. It’s all over… It feels a little, freer now.” You couldn’t be sure it felt like it quite yet, but one big weight had certainly just been lifted off this relationship. If Harold wasn’t married this was no longer an affair, even if it had started that way. He was now free to be in a caring relationship. You were lucky to be that person. You knew that. You were lucky to be the one in his arms right now that he was telling this too. He was yours and you were gonna do your best to take care of him here. Like he always took care of you. Harold couldn’t help but think, as he held you here - your arms around him, holding him like you’d never let go, on where this could be going. On the prospect of planning and building a future with you. It’d be for the long haul, and it wouldn’t be easy – but it was doable. He could see it. It may take time, but Harold hoped you’d see it to. That eventually you’d be ready to talk about things like that… And suddenly he realised, he could say it, he could say ‘I love you’ out loud. He could tell you just like you told him, and he could mean it – although he always had. You were still young, you had time to figure things out. He tipped your chin up so that he could kiss you once more and you gripped him even tighter. It was all about enjoying this moment right here. Harold didn’t have to start again. He already had all he needed.

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Thank you for reading! 💙💜

#Adore #harold #Harold x Reader #Adoration #163 #Linzi Writes #Laina #Question: Who is more likely to end up happy... This girl or the one with Phil?#Neither? Both?#Smol Bean Drabbles #Part of me feels this is the last part #Part of me really wants to keep going with these two #But don't really know where I can take them that won't end up with a lot of drama!!!

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( bethany joy lenz, thirty-seven, cisfemale, she/her ) did you see LORRAINE DUNAWAY walking down main street earlier? you know who i’m talking about, they’re an EDITOR AT THE WESTMERE WEEKLY. everybody in town says that they’re COMPASSIONATE and MOTHERLY, but have a tendency to be APPREHENSIVE and RESERVED too. LORRAINE has been in town for TWENTY years. c'mon, they’re always requesting I WANT YOU TO WANT ME by CHEAP TRICK at karaoke nights. well, i’m sure you’ll see them soon!

a southern belle

lorraine is the middle child of five children born just outside of houston texas. her mama was a radio show host, and her daddy a journalist. they like to say they knew they were meant to be when both of them were working on the same story, even though they’d known each other for years.

lorraine’s older siblings are tucker and joan, and her younger siblings are scarlett and evan. they used to be a close and tight knit family growing up, lorraine can’t remember a time when her and her siblings really fought.

a close extended family too, lorraine always knew that if she needed anything she could call on any member of her family and they would come running. and she would do the same for any of them.

empathetic and compassionate to high levels, as a child lorraine could always sense people’s emotions. she always knew who was having a bad day in the house, explaining that she got “a feeling” even if she hadn’t seen them all day.

lorraine was intrigued by both of her parents work--the one kid who could manage to sit down and listen to even the most mundane pieces of business her parents had to deal with.

growing up, lorraine took after her father. she saw him keep a notebook and pen on him at all times and that’s what she did. at first it was filled with all the words she could spell and as time went on, lorraine was writing down her observations of the days and the people around her.

lorraine is the kind of person who does little things to make sure that the people she cares about have a good day. as a child, lorraine would make small care packages for her friends when they were sad. they often included fresh baked cookies and a little note saying how much she loved them.

she used to coat desks with candy and flowers on valentines day, having made notes of which of her classmates were allergic to what.

some might call her notes and observations “obsessive” but it was something she liked doing. she never showed them to anyone, but people knew she would write things down.

lorraine had been in every school production since elementary school. her love for writing turned into a love of reading and that wound up cultivating her love of acting. though she didn’t think she could do it full time--or that she’d want to--lorraine was happy to take part in the school productions.

thanks to her father, william, lorraine’s favorite type of story is a mystery. she read all the classics as a child, having william read to her when it was bedtime--though her favorite would always be adventure mysteries.

lorraine was interested in writing her own stories and kept other notebook sets to write those in--but she never showed those to anybody either, since she was always embarrassed and they were “never ready”.

her northern escape

when she got pregnant, though her family accepted her she was worried about how everything would go when the news broke. her own boyfriend at the time had a bad reaction to her winding up pregnant, so lorraine knew she was going to be on her own.

thankfully, she could finish high school and didn’t have to tell anybody else that she was pregnant. it was then that lorraine decided to move away. she wanted to go somewhere where nobody knew who she was.

the town of westmere had always been a conversation in her house--merelake mysteries is her dad’s favorite book series and every one of her siblings and her had read them all too.

with money borrowed from her parents, lorraine managed to buy her own house in everwood down by the boat docks--her dad’s favorite part of this is that it’s only a six and a half minute walk to the rw wallace house and museum ( and yes, he did in fact count ).

at first her family would often visit her, and her mother took time off to come and stay with lorraine before the baby was due and for another two months afterward.

lorraine’s oldest, her son eliott, was born on august 29th, 2000. she sent a card to her ex boyfriend after eliott was born, but never heard anything back and assumed that he wanted nothing to do with her or the baby even after months to think about it.

lorraine’s first job in town was working at the rw wallace museum. she knew enough about it to be an expert tour guide and was a happy camper with the flexible hours they offered her.

after time, around the time eliott started pre-school, lorraine decided to find a full time job. she worked as a fact checker at the westmere weekly for a while before being promoted to a staff writer and then, eventually, an editor.

at the beginning of her career at the westmere weekly, lorraine was single and happy. she didn’t expect to fall in love and wasn’t looking for anything.

you know how they say when you fall in love it’s when you least expect it? it’s when you stop looking that you find it? well, that’s what happened with lorraine. she met a guy working at another newspaper and she fell in love with him. it felt like it was the story her parents had always told her about how they met.

she took it slow, since eliott was still so young--he was five when they started dating. but, with lorraine’s luck things wound up going faster.

soon after they began dating, lorraine fell pregnant with her second child, a daughter named sydney born on april 13th, 2006.

for a while, her and her boyfriend managed to stay together. marriage wasn’t a question yet since they hadn’t been together too long, but he did spend most of his time in town with lorraine and their baby, even becoming a father figure to eliott.

after nearly three years of dating, lorraine got married. he quit his job at the newspaper he worked at a couple of towns over and started working for the westmere weekly alongside lorraine.

they were happy, and lorraine eventually got pregnant with their second daughter, penelope, born on october 31st, 2013.

lorraine was happy, she always wanted a big family. and it seemed like she was finally getting everything she’d ever wanted. working in a place where she could write, and sometimes taking weekend shifts at the wallace house & museum on the weekends because she still loved that place, she was happy.

just two short months after her husband filed for divorce--which, if you’ll ask lorraine, she never saw coming--lorraine gave birth to a set of twins named audrey and adrian on may 16th, 2015.

recently i’ve been ...

lorraine has been kind of apprehensive about falling in love after her divorce--she really thought that would be the end of it, that she would be married to him forever.

instead of focusing on the negatives, lorraine put all her effort into the kids and her work. it was around this time, the year and a half post her divorce, where lorraine finally got promoted to being an editor for the paper.

she still writes for the paper, too, but she’s been focusing lately on writing a story of her own. lorraine never thought about what she might do with her own personal stories, but it’s been on her mind lately and she’s been working on a secret novel project.

her kids are still her world, and she’s the sole parent--when her ex divorced her he moved away and didn’t fight her on custody for the kids.

personality & factoids

lorraine can quote anything she’d read, seen, or heard after only one time.

she keeps journals, and has a whole bunch of old ones from her childhood scattered around too--a lot of them are stashed at her childhood home with her parents.

lorraine loves her family more than anything and likes to do meals with the kids as often as she can--all of them, if eliott and sydney are around and not too busy.

always always always has a pen on her and a pad or notebook. doesn’t keep notes on her phone because she prefers to handwrite them out so she remembers it more later on.

loves to take care of everybody, but would just love someday for somebody to take care of her ( and for that person to stick around ).

her “secret shame” is that she loves cheesy romance novels--not the smutty ones, but the soft and true love ones they make into hallmark movies.

#westmereintro

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elle-eedee · 4 years

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dcom daddies: ranked

whats up sluts i’m here to give you the content you did NOT know you needed: a foolproof algorithmic ranking of a mild selection of disney channel dads!

beast (descendants)

hotness scale: extremely tall (over a foot taller than me! this is Very Important to the scale) and he seems to be a mere thread’s width away from Unhinged at all times, which i love. i also think it’s very sexy of him to still have such a monstrous way about himself (what with the roaring and the growling) 20something years post-curse.... makes me wonder very vividly if such energies carry to the b*droom........ *clears throat* 10/10

quality of character scale: it eternally amuses me that beast seems to learn almost Nothing over the course of this trilogy. he’s literally pro-isle the ENTIRE time jsjdndjdjd..... not great considering it puts him directly at odds with his son (and, like, with social progress) but he Does seem to act the way he does with the kingdom’s safety in mind! plus when he’s not accidentally supporting magical fascism he’s super dorky. i love his goofy dance moves 7.5/10

total score: 17.5/20...... with this score alone you can tell this system isnt rigged bc if i had it my way he’d be winning

hades (descendants)

hotness scale: i hate his party city clown wig but i’m a total sucker for guys in makeup (EVEN THOUGH A DECENT SHADE OF LIPSTICK WOULD HAVE BROUGHT HIS ENSEMBLE TOGETHER. WHY DID THEY PROPOSE IT ON THE CHARACTER DESIGN WALL IF THEY WERENT GONNA FOLLOW THROUGH!!!) and i think the fact that hes Very Sleepy and doesnt own a dog makes him my dream guy 9.5/10

quality of character scale: he literally sings a song about how cool he thinks it is that he’s a shitty dad............ but he DOES come through when his kid needs him, so that’s nice i guess. i would have liked to see more of him but i’ll settle for reading and writing intricate fan works that delve into a hypothetical personality for him that’s mainly conjecture 7.25/10

total score: 16.75/20 i wanna see him in some preppy auradon clothes

jafar (descendants)

hotness scale: i wish i had nicer things to say about this man. he just....... bears so little resemblance to the original jafar it makes me :( maybe if he was more gangly, or if he carried himself w the same potent gay energy that og jafar has? itd also help it he wasnt a racist caricature. 4.5/10

quality of character scale: again, very much a racist caricature. jafar doesnt steal!!! why would This be what he chose to do with himself! but he does seem to be, perhaps, the least bad of the core four’s parents, which counts for something i suppose. 3/10

total score: 7.5/20 sorry bud

dr facilier (descendants)

hotness scale: listen. it’s dr facilier. what am i supposed to do, NOT give him a perfect score on the sexy scale? 10/10

quality of character scale: he just loves his daughter and wants to make sure she’s getting what’s hers!!!!! his dynamic with celia makes me really happy they seem so fun! though i guess you could argue it sucks that he’d send his darling babey dohter to do errands for big mean scary hades considering that Everyone on the isle seems to quake at the sight of him. but im sure facilier only does that to ensure that celia can hold her own! 8/10

total score: 18/20 and it’d probably be higher if we’d seen more of him

mr smee (descendants)

hotness scale: not only does this man fuck, judging by the ages of his kids he fucked RECENTLY. get it baby live your truth 7/10

quality of character scale: he seems to be SO kind and sweet to his baby sons..... holding their little hands and such!!! and judging by how nervous the kids are i’d imagine it was primarily smee’s idea for them to go to auradon. extremely noble sacrifice for their benefit even though he’ll miss them 10/10!!!!!

total score: 17/20 i want to kiss his hand, if he’ll have me

zevon necrodopolous (zombies)

hotness scale: every time i look at this man i think of this post. he’s the perfect amount of frumpy for my tastes and his voice is so unique!!!!! i’d let his z-band malfunction so he could *** ** ***** * ******* **** 9/10

quality of character scale: really really cares about his kids and wants them to be safe!! he raises his voice once which im not a huge fan of but i suppose it was justified given the circumstances. also that shot of him goofing about with d*le in the end scene shows remarkable capacity for forgiveness after decades of trauma and discrimination! what a guy. 9/10

total score: 18/20 an absolute dilf!!!!!

dale (zombies)

hotness scale: looks like an uncrustable. 0/10

quality of character scale: a fucking cop. die bitch! 0/10

total score: 0/20 get in since you wanna act clown

coach jack bolton (high school musical)

hotness scale: honestly pretty young for my tastes. and i literally Always swipe left on athletes, so..... fine looking, but not for me. 5/10

quality of character scale: obviously he grows as the series progresses but i feel like jack is Always in the way of troy getting what he wants, which sucks. i like that he’s kinda goofy on his off hours with his family exactly as much as i Hate how much he yells when hes on the job. i do wish we lived in the timeline where he and miss darbus actually had that duet about their disagreements, though. 5/10

total score: 10/20 truly an Average dcom daddy

vance evans (high school musical)

hotness scale: due to personal reasons i will be having bad taste. however, this man’s fashion sense in IMPECCABLE. i mean, the colors??? the unbuttoned collar???? come on now. there is also the gratuitous use of the d-word to consider......................... anyways 7.5/10

quality of character scale: it’s hard to tell how much of his interest in furthering troy’s career is out of sincerity and how much of it is sharpay nudging him. but either way the result is a man who supports his daughter unconditionally! he could be nicer to ryan, though (plus he’s an evil capitalist) 6/10

total score: 13.5/20 i feel like he and fulton have had Relations

mr gifford (lemonade mouth)

hotness scale: listen, i’m a simple guy. i see a basic-looking man pursuing age gap romance in the midst of a mid-life crisis, i support him unconditionally. also i am just Really vibing with that oversized denim shirt on him!!! there’s an egregious amount of arm hair poking out that just works. good for him! and this is a small moment but i’m very flustered over his natural Touchy Feely instinct after wen pokes out his eye... however: man has no eyebrows. 8.5/10

quality of character scale: i’m not a child of divorce so i don’t know how this stuff works, but i feel like he springs a lot of major decisions on wen? not ideal. on the other hand, we DO stan that he has sydney move in before they’re married. this is not a christian home!!!! 6/10

total score: 14.5/20 probably my favorite lemonade mouth dad, but mostly because he’s like the only one paid any attention by the narrative

mr banjaree (lemonade mouth)

hotness scale: men really have beautifully sculpted noses and we just let them, huh. i’m definitely overusing the word Handsome in this list, but in this case? i’m justified. mr banjaree’s beard suits him SO well and his hair looks so soft...... and we love the implicit cleanliness of a man who wears socks in the house! 8/10

quality of character scale: i super SUPER dont agree with this man’s Smothering-Adjacent Methods (and also i know firsthand that strict parentage just drives kids to be more rebellious, lmao) but all things considered he really just wants the best for his family PLUS he’s willing to meet mo halfway at the end! :’) 6/10

total score: 14/20 the way i feel about him is the way i feel when i get crushes on pastors in that You Are Complicit In My Trauma But We’re Gonna Kiss About It way

mr delgado (lemonade mouth)

hotness scale: OOOOH GLASSES! 5/10

quality of character scale: it’s sort of implied that the Wacko Energies of charlie’s family are mostly the fault of his mom so it’s cool of this man to distance himself from that. he is, of course, still complicit in Whatever The Hell Her Deal Is unless he is constantly fighting with her offscreen 6/10

total score: 11/20 would have loved to see more of him

mr yamada (lemonade mouth)

hotness scale: another chapter in the saga of unbuttoned collars! doesn’t get a lot of opportunities to show off his strengths but i appreciate that he is not the thinnest dad in town 6.5/10

quality of character scale: WOW fuck this guy. very dismissive of stella’s aspirations!!!!! i don’t like that he feels the need to talk Over her to her mom when he’s asking about her vegetarianism. dude she is right there.... however it’s a lil touching when he holds her guitar up at the end, so... 4/10?

total score: 10.5/20 *thinks about his slightly protruding tummy in his last scene* *thinks about his slightly protruding tummy in his last scene* *thi

bob duncan (good luck charlie: it’s christmas!)

hotness scale: in keeping this Specific to the feature-length xmas special, i will say that bob duncan is QUITE handsome! disappointed that he was wearing a shirt in the scene at the pool.... ill bet if this movie came out post-workout/makeover he’d have been shirtless >:/ i feel robbed... spare tummy, sir? spare tummy? additionally i love a man who rolls up his sleeves AND a man who stans kaiju movies!! also i love that he, quite literally, canonically fucks 8.5/10

quality of character scale: he’s about as charmingly incompetent as he is in the show, but the difference here is that he literally did not do a damn thing wrong! all he wanted to do was be civil with his inlaws and he frankly deserves MUCH better. its clear from his banter with the kids that he loves them very much (also i love how frequently he feels the need to jump/dive for things in this movie. silly slapstick icon) 8.75/10

total score: 17.25/20 this man’s mere presence oozes nostalgia

jerry russo (wizards of waverly place: the movie)

hotness scale: this man was MADE for me. the bottomless collection of hawaiian shirts....... the TWO tummy out scenes..........the fucked up evil thing his voice does when the kids try to steal the spellbook!!! he really has it all. also i love that he is truly just trying to have some beach intercourse 9/10

quality of character scale: i love that even when he doesn’t remember the kids he still maintains a little dadly rapport with them? the instincts...... it’s also incredibly good of him to relive his decision to give up his magic without hesitation once he realizes the severity of the situation :’0 10/10

total score: 19/20 i’ve never seen an episode of the show but im really about to start

neil morris (dadnapped)

hotness scale: handsome....... mr morris makes me feel simultaneously like a sapiosexual AND a morosexual because although he completed enough schooling to become a dentist, he also threw it away for a writing career like an absolute champ. also i find it unbelievably charming how Along For The Ride he is about the idea of being kidnapped. a man after my own heart 8.25/10

quality of character scale: this is a tricky one...... neil DOES show active concern for his daughter’s safety when push comes to shove, but he also has my least favorite type of redemption arc: “you THOUGHT i was neglecting you, but actually i was thinking about you the whole time and just never expressed it! we good?” so like. bleh. but he’s pretty mild mannered which i deeply appreciate in a man! 6.5/10

total score: 14.75/20 maybe talk to your daughter instead of writing a macgyver ripoff, dumbass

major joe mason (princess protection program)

hotness scale: prime dad bod, very believable for his line of work. also he has such a Gentle Way about himself when he’s around princesses....... i love all the hand holding when he’s escorting rosie. absolutely my type 8.75/10

quality of character scale: gosh.... where do i even BEGIN!!! his whole dynamic with carter is so ideal... i was apprehensive at first because his job would require him to be Absent a lot of the time, but upon reflection it’s clear that he’s raised carter well enough that he can totally trust her to be on her own, and also she’s only sad to see him go because she sincerely enjoys his company. everything about his profession is so noble and i love the way he can carry himself as casually or as politely as a given situation calls for. worst thing he does is say “i might have to stop calling you ‘pal’” because his daughter is wearing a pretty dress. i wish he was my dad but i’ll settle for him being my husband 9.75/10

total score: 18.5/20 i almost made a ppp self insert this morning specifically for Him

ted thompson (zapped)

hotness scale: athletes arent sexy!! this guy’s face screams The Only Websites I Know How To Use Are Facebook And Reddit and also he’s a dog person BUT he is sporting quite the tumbey if i do say so myself and for that i shall let him live. 4/10

quality of character scale: ok i know the whole point of this movie is Boys Bad but i hate men who are loud and i hate dads who get Weird about the inherent femininity of their daughters. when he calls zoey “sport” and then cringes like he’s made a mistake? dumb and unnecessary. HOWEVER all of his efforts to bond with zoey are really really sincere. like when he fixes her music box? that has NOTHING to do with the app he just Does It!!!! the movey mightve rubbed off on me a little too much but there are multiple ways to show love and just bc im not used to his way doesnt mean it has no worth! 6/10

total score: 10/20 mr thompson sir im sorry i doubted you at the start of the film

rob adams (radio rebel)

hotness scale: this man dresses 5-10 years younger than he looks and i respect that for him. but i was expecting him to be a bit more of a slimeball considering how tara talks about him in the opening scene... and you guys know how much i love slimeballs. regardless, pretty handsome! 6.5/10

quality of character scale: it’s nice that he goes to such a Public and Corporate effort to connect to his stepdaughter! even if it’s in a way that financially benefits him, it’s pretty clear that he cares about this family and wants to do right by them. nothing exceptional, though 7/10

total score: 13.5/20 i GUESS i’d be down to smash if he asked

ralph bartlett (read it and weep)

hotness scale: ok i was gonna say something mean about the fact that he’s balding but honestly he has really nice arms........ in addition he’s really quirky and optimistic which i am going to admire into my grave!! when he gets excited about having customers during the finale his voice quirks with an almost charlie day-esque charm. handsome. ALSO he calls jamie “princess” which is!!!!!!! something 7.5/10

quality of character scale: the way ralph parents his kids is Very 2000s in that he kinda babies his daughter but gets to pal around with his son, but i guess both dynamics come from a place of love and he could be doing much worse. plus he’s an honest hardworking small business owner! i support him 7/10

total score: 14.5/20 i would definitely go out for pizza with him

dr james hartley (how to build a better boy)

hotness scale: THIS. THIS IS WHAT DCOM DADDIES ARE ALL ABOUT. gosh..... this is truly the Most dad ive ever seen in my life. i love how his hair is always mussed..... how he’s so Desperate to relax that he falls asleep after Fifteen Seconds of smooth jazz..... and also. like. hes a scientist?? hello??? pretty sexy of him. i want to give this man the relaxation he deserves 10/10

quality of character scale: ok so,,,...,, kinda fucked up that he lied to his whole family (with the possible exception of his wife—sidenote, WHY did they make dr hartley married? his wife never comes up except when bart says she’s out of town. let him be single so i can slide into those dms) and EXTRA kinda fucked up that he works for the government? what a scab. BUT it’s very very clear that he cares about his kids (and gabby) and prioritizes their safety above all else! also, did you SEE how happy he was when mae won homecoming queen....... he loves her so so so much! :’0 8.5/10

total score: 18.5/20 i thirst tweeted about this man and roger bart replied ‘Aw, thanks!’ so i dont know where to go from here

#my worst post. look at it everybody #descendants #high school musical #disney channel #lemonade mouth #wizards of waverly place #good luck charlie #zombies #princess protection program #read it and weep #zapped #dadnapped #radio rebel #how to build a better boy #the term 'dcom daddy' was coined by poddin this together so nobody's allowed to get mad at me for it. also im right about each of these

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blackpinkofficial · 5 years

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[ARTICLE] EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT BLACKPINK.

Coachella has a long history of overlooking women, and 2019 shows some big changes: not only are Western women getting more of a chance, but Japanese and South Korean bands too. As Blackpink takes to the stage in California, we take a look at perhaps East Asia's biggest girlband

t has probably not escaped your notice by now that K-Pop is kinda big worldwide. BTS are getting the kind of fawning adoration in London and New York that The Beatles once got, and other bands are taking part in the Korean Invasion too: Blackpink, a relatively young South Korean girlband, will become the first K-Pop act to ever play Coachella.

It’s worth noting Coachella has expanded its vision to other parts of Asia as well: Perfume will also be the first Japanese pop act to play the huge California festival. But Blackpink are particularly notable as they have achieved staggering success since their debut single, 'BOOMBAYAH', in 2016: the sort of success only a few bands, like Girl’s Generation, knew before them. But where their predcessors failed to break the western market, Blackpink look set to become international superstars.

K-Pop might not be your thing: it draws a lot on western pop tropes, is almost impossibly slick, and as an industry it isn’t without its fair share of problems. However, if the music or the atmosphere isn’t for you, it’s still worth getting to know one of the biggest girlbands in the world: Blackpink are perfectly engineered to get stuck in your head, and are a fascinating insight into what pop music is today.

Backstory

Blackpink, like a lot of South Korean pop music, came out of the country’s particular system of training: a kind of pop music conservatoire. YG Entertainment, the group’s Korean team, house their own training program which the band members began to join around 2010. YG tried potential band members out all across the world, which shows in the international lives of the four members: Jisoo is a South Korean native, as was Jennie who went on to spend time in New Zealand and is fluent in English; Rosé, who lived in Melbourne, auditioned in Sydney; Lisa auditioned in her native Thailand. The preference is for young, ethnically Korean performers fluent in the language but that’s flexible: Lisa didn’t speak a word of Korean before coming to train.

Arriving in Seoul, the band estimated that there were between 10-20 aspiring performers all going through the same training: 12 hours a day, seven days a week, learning to dance, sing and rap. Monthly tests helped to prove people’s strengths and eliminate the weakest in the pack: one scored an A, B or C. There are plenty of videos out there on YouTube of people who flunked out of the training to become a K-Pop star.

The members all started at different times: Jennie joined in 2010, Lisa and Jisoo in 2011, and Rose in 2012. They debuted in 2016. It was hard training, difficult for those who had moved away from home, but the four bonded, and are all close friends. Which is good when you only get one day off a fortnight.

The members

As previously mentioned, there are four members: Jennie, Lisa, Jisoo and Rosé. Jennie often leads off songs and is a solid thriple-threat; Jisoo and Rosé are usually the ones bringing you vocals; Lisa is a top notch rapper.

Becoming an 'idol' in South Korea also carries with it the burden of needing to seem astonishingly perfect. One could argue this might be why bands like SixBomb go through extensive plastic surgery (they featured both their before and after appearances in the video for their song ‘Becoming Prettier’) or why the lead singer of boy band SHINee was found dead in his apartment in 2017 with a note saying he was “broken from inside”. It also leads to their members having to portray images that are jointly virginal and also deeply available: one of the first big scandals involved Jong Hyun back in 2010, back when South Korea's paparazzi started to boom. K-Pop fans can be known to be particularly judgmental of acts: take for example the infamous ‘black ocean’ of 2008, when the ur-Girls Generation, SNSD, came on stage to a purposeful blackout of the entire audience’s glowsticks as a protest. You can hear them fighting back the tears as they perform to what looks like an empty stadium.

Blackpink seem interested in getting away from that expectation. “We always wanted to be out there, to be more true to ourselves and a little more free,” Jennie told Billboard earlier this year. “Even we can get things wrong sometimes. We want to just show them the real us.”

K-Pop idols are known for often being very fluid as to how many creative projects they have on the go: bands like After School, for example, where members ‘graduate’ and new ones enter, also features sub-groups Orange Caramel and A.S. Red & Blue. Girls Generation, LOONA and other big bands also have sub-groups and solo careers. Blackpink is no different: though they’re still going strong, Jennie has also released her first single as a solo artist. It’s sort of like the Avengers all having their own movies: a way of maintaining the brand without over-working the main unit.

Songs and albums

Like most K-Pop bands, Blackpink had a debut performance of a debut single which was the litmus test over whether they would be a bop or a flop. That single, Boombayah, is a personal favourite: it’s probably the most dynamic and poppy of their universally dynamic and poppy music, not dropping into anything sultry or slow. It’s also got a great dance routine (part of the fun of K-Pop) and the video became the fastest debut music video of a K-Pop act to reach 100 million views on YouTube.

Their 2018 single 'Ddu-Du Ddu-Du' is the highest-charting K-Pop single in the US Billboard charts, and is a bit more sexy and vicious. New single, ‘Kill This Love’, continues a very similar vibe: lots of horns, easier to grind to than throw shapes to.

It’s interesting to hear how the most successful parts of western pop music have been absorbed and fused with East Asia’s own highly successful, high octane pop industry: their songs always feature rap, but their choruses are often sounds rather than words (‘ddu-du ddu-du’, for example, is effectively onamatopeia for a machine gun bullet round) so anyone can sing along.

When it comes to albums, Blackpink have so far released two EPs: Square Up in 2018, and Kill This Love in 2019. In Japan they released an EP Blackpink and a studio album Blackpink in your area. A lot of songs overlap between these various releases, but your safest bet to get the whole is to listen to Blackpink in your area.

Live performances

As mentioned before, choreography is a huge part of what Blackpink do: K-Pop bands are known for their specific, tight group dance routines that are the same every time they perform the song that it goes along with, and the bands tend to release rehearsal footage on their YouTube channels so people can learn the dance too. It’s also rare to watch people cover the songs without the expectation being they also do the routine alongside. It’s hard to stress how popular these routines and the choreography videos are: within two days, the ‘Kill This Love’ choreo video had over 14m views.

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Generally, the songs work to give each of the members a part that shows off their talents as rappers, singers and/or dancers. Though the band don’t have writing credits on their songs, they do have an input into their material, including making sure each of them gets the best part for them. Any performance will give you a good idea of what each brings to the table, though perhaps ‘BOOMBAYAH’ will do this most comprehensively: it was, after all, their first outing.

The videos

If you’ve never seen a K-Pop video, you’re in for a bloody treat. Whether it’s the crispness of SHINee’s ‘1 of 1’ (don’t watch if you don’t want to buy a suit after watching) or the stern, sassy dance video to CL’s ‘Hello Bitches’ (choreographed by Parris Goebel, who also did Justin Bieber’s ‘Sorry’ and Ciara’s ‘Level Up’) they are real production numbers.

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Blackpink are no exception, though even in a few short years the vision of their videos has grown a lot: while the video for Boombayah serves you early 00s Rihanna, or even Britney and Madonna’s ‘Me Against The Music’, 'Kill This Love' is just a huge camp treat that sits somewhere between ‘Bad Romance’, ‘Bitch I’m Madonna’ and the Pussycat Dolls’ ‘Don’t Cha’. It also contains the classic turn-of-the-millennium image of a woman crying while driving a car, a trope I’m glad to see the return of.

Who should I listen to next if I love Blackpink?

Take the plunge into K-Pop! It's a vast and varied world, but there are lots of brilliant girlbands who will bring something new to the table for you. Spotify has a lot of phenomenally good playlists to delve into it, so just listen to a few songs and see what it is you like and work from there.

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halessinclair · 5 years

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TASK #6: Haley Rhea Sinclair - High School Edition

Connections

Friends: Haley had a good amount of friends in high school but the closest ones she loved and adored dear to her heart were none other than @sydncyfitzpatrick , @aubreytaylcr, @beth-dryden. The four of them were always up to no good even to the point that a few times she got into trouble by her father for the shit they did. Three of these ladies knew the actual Haley that she tries to deceive from anyone knowing and also knew about her living situation with a single father who was busy with working at the police station and having no mother figure to raise her. The three girls welcomed Haley into their family and even gave her fashion advice, boy advice, etc.

Romance: Haley was totally clueless in the boy department, she didn’t really put much thoughts into it since she was busy dealing with her own personal issues, but she did in fact have a small crush and having her first awkward kiss with @weston-taylor when she was thirteen. When she entered into high school she started to realize her feelings for @spencerbayer were more than just two friends who grew up around the same people. Spencer introduced her to what love actually felt like and lost all her firsts with him, the two remained a couple throughout their high school career with occasional threatening to break up and silly arguments they had. But on their graduation night they decided to end their relationship so the two of them can go into college single to find themselves.

General Headcanons

Social: Haley wouldn’t necessarily call herself popular but more of a social butterfly in high school. She had several different friend groups and mostly for that was because she was on the cheer leading squad, then she had her best friends, people she knew through her boyfriend, and others she talked with in class. Haley mostly hung out in the art room or photography as she got herself messy with paint and charcoal.

Attitude: If you met Haley, she enjoys joking around and being playful but really did have a bad bitch resting face that people assumed that she was a complete bitch. When meeting new people she smiles which changes her face completely and enjoys making new friends. But if she is tired you can tell straight away by her facial expression which is hard for her to control. She is more of a free spirit and happy go lucky back in high school.

Clothes: Haley wasn’t the most fashionable person in high school, she was all about comfort from stealing shirt’s and hoodie’s from Spencer to relying on Aubrey and Sydney’s fashion expertise. Normally you’d find her rocking a pair of high waist Levi’s, skinny jeans either ripped or splotches of paint, rare occasions she had clean jeans and her favorite black skinny jeans. Once and awhile she would wear skirts and dresses. She enjoyed flannels and old rock band t-shirts she stole from her father. She had a phase of owning mostly dark clothes as a freshman going through her emo phase. Towards senior year was when she dressed more girly and less tom-boy.

Makeup: Haley rarely wore make up in high school, due to the fact she didn’t know how to apply it and usually had Sydney, Aubrey or even Greer help put on the god forbidden blue shimmery eye shadow. She usually rocked the mascara and au natural look after sophomore year until graduation.

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Down Under

Paring: Mycroft Holmes/Reader

Tags: female reader, long-distance relationships, romance, cutesy, tooth-rotting fluff, Australian politics, Australian slang, swearing,

Summary: Reader, a London-native, is working away from home for the first time, in a whole new country. It's all very new, especially since today, there's a surprise in her room, according to her roommate.

Word Count: 2,614

Current Date: 2018-09-26

Sydney is nothing like London. Well, there’s still cabs, but they’re white, not black. There’re crosswalks linking pedestrians from one sidewalk to the other. But here the drivers more often than not don’t slow for those on them. There’re people here, but there isn’t Myc. You thought the move from home to the land Down Under would be easy - it was another continent. Australians spoke English. Most of the nuances were understood between the cultural differences.

But for once, you were on your own.

No Mum and her odd assortment of cats crammed into her country house on the outskirts of the city limits. No Sherlock and his antics every other afternoon. It was only you and your thoughts, and FaceTime every afternoon at five o’clock, and lots of paperwork.

The move to Sydney was to advance your career. A bold move, for a girl who came from nothing. A girl who had nothing before graduating with scholarships and better marks than ever seen before. That’s where you met him; the last year of studies at university, at a small party. You were in a dress salvaged from a friend of a friend, a nice afternoon tea dress from three seasons ago, he in a two-piece suit, holding the jacket over his arm, a plastic cup of warm beer in his hand.

Your mutual friend introduced you to one another. He was bored of everything already, and you, well, tried your best to not make a fool of yourself around the other people who smelt of old money and perfume from Côte d'Azur. You cracked a joke, and his façade broke, or, was it the beer that broke it? It didn’t matter. By graduation, you were inseparable, and while he climbed the ladder of government, you worked on your connections in the ecopolitical sphere.

Working in the British embassy was nice. But it wasn’t exactly what you wanted. It was…like a resume builder. Except, instead of working at Burger King for three years to get customer service as a tag on it, it was a whole new country. But it was fine. Good. Great, even. You wore a nice uniform, worked through people’s problems, and found solutions for your own. When you ran out of milk in your shared flat, you spent half an hour wandering on foot around Ultimo looking for a Tesco, but it wasn’t until you heard someone’s unmissable Aussie accent when it clicked that you needed a Coles. Or a 7-11 corner store. It felt strange to hear Australian voices on the radio stations in the break room, and the bus ride from the flat to work. The money was weird, too. Everything was cheaper than British pounds, but it would be hard to scrape enough of it by to buy necessities.

Five o’clock in the evening never came fast enough, especially today. You checked out of work, and on the walk to the train station – sometimes catching the train from the Quay was nicer than the buses that were engraved with everyone’s five-minute romance initials – you’d boot up your phone and hit call on Myc’s profile, and thread your earbuds into your ears in muted excitement. Just like now.

But when he’d usually pick up after three dials, it rang out. You frown, but you think nothing of it.

The robot recording of a woman reading the train times overhead haled the next train as if from thin air, and boarding, you sat amidst the rest of the sweaty bodies. Springtime here was nothing like home, and your stay in Sydney was for six months on probation, and up to two years if you worked well. But that meant two summertime’s, and if spring was anything to go by, you dreaded the oncoming heat. The one summer you spent with Mycroft in Barcelona – he was at a conference with the local Catalonian and Spanish officials – oh, that made you feel so warm, your skin felt heated as if from the bones out, your hair and clothes too heavy and hot.

When the doors opened at Central station, the people around you left the carriage like blood from an open wound. You followed suit, pocketing your phone. It was a little walk from the station, but, you took this time to clear your head. A whole day of talking to people, sorting problems out often left you with a head that felt like a fruit blender.

When you pass by the McDonalds, you take five minutes to order a coffee. When you walk by the university, you crane your neck up to see the ugly tower that looms over the city skyline. When your phone finishes its shuffled playlist, you realise you’d been using your roaming data the whole time and turn the phone to airplane mode in panic. Even though your apartment had a shoddy version of the National Broadband Network (“Not to be confused with the TV channel”, your roommate Blue would laugh, or, when she was in a bad mood, it was known as “the fuckin’ NBN”), mobile data was like a prized possession. You practically lived off public Wi-Fi.

Someone on the street corner of Broadway and Mountain is hustling flyers at unsuspecting pedestrians, shouting about the end of the world. You chuckle to yourself, evading the paper held to you that reads The End Is Near!; at least there were still fundamentalists over the globe. By the time you make it into your street, your feet are aching more than ever, and your shoulder weighed down by your handbag and all its contents.

Blue is in the main room when you unlock the front door; the kettle is boiling along to the sound of her meditation CD that’s playing from the machine beside the tiny TV. She’s in her yoga pants and a giant t-shirt that says RIDE FOR PRIDE with a motorcycle underneath surrounded by rainbow fire. Blue looks up from her Downward Dog when you place your keys in the bowl, a grin on her freckled face.

“You look too happy to be a pretzel.” You comment, kicking off your heels into the shoe rack by the door. You blink, noticing a pair of shoes that you hadn’t seen in the rack before; brown brogue-laced leather. “Blue…”

“There’s a surprise in your room, _________.” She winked, and, along with the sultry sounds of the meditation track, went up, and twisted into Monkey pose.

You make it to the stairs, and with every step, you’re not sure what you’re to expect. Has Blue’s nephew come over again for homework help with his mathematics? He never came over on weekdays, and today was a Thursday! And that didn’t explain the brogues at all! The door to your room is ajar, and pushing it all the way, your mouth goes dry. Eyes blink, unsure if this is just another of your vivid fantasies. Mind racing.

“_________! Love –,” Mycroft comes to you, steadying you on your feet. It’s then you know it’s real, because his hands are cool, and they stick to your warm skin. You’re speechless, but perhaps that is for the better, because at once, you drop your handbag to the floor, and push Mycroft further into your room, hands up, cradling his face.

“Oh my God, you’re real,” you whisper, words finally found. “I’ve missed you so, so, so much.” You sniffle, laying your head against his chest.

“_________, don’t cry,” he says, holding you close. His lips brush over your forehead, slow kisses, soft, like the wings of a butterfly on your skin. He’s wearing a suit, like always – it’s a blue which brings out his eyes, and the jacket is stitched with a tiny pattern of diamonds. And now its covered with splattering of your tears. “I didn’t come all the way over here to make my girlfriend cry.”

You chuckle at that. “But you did, Mr. Holmes.” You take a breath, and a seat on the side of your bed. “How did you get here – and I mean in my room.” Mycroft licks his lips, holding back a smile. He unbuttons his jacket, and sits beside you, leaving some space between you both.

“Your roommate Harleen found me loitering around near your verandah, and let me in. I assume it’s because she recognised me from your photos.” He frowned. “Does she always let in men she doesn’t know?”

You shake your head. “Harley – I mean, Blue – she’s more interested in Terry.” You blink, and remember Mycroft doesn’t know her as well as you do, “Uh, they’re a couple.” You feel a blush cover your face and place it in your hands. When you look up, you turn to your boyfriend, and address him. “So, why are you here, Myc?”

He blinks, perhaps disarmed by the wording of your question. But Mycroft is not the sort of man to be disarmed, and if so, not for long. “I heard your desperation in our last video chat,” he says, looking at his hands. They sit in his lap, empty.

“So, you took time out from your position in England, caught a plane –,” you stop yourself, and sigh. “I really should be grateful you’re here…it’s just that there’s never such a thing as a free lunch. Especially with you, Myc.”

“I –,” he stops himself, perhaps hearing the words he was to say in his head.

“Is it Sherlock? Or your position, do you need any help?” your voice rises with every question, “Your mother –,”

“It was me,” he replies, voice so very small. You’re suddenly aware that the both of you are not alone in the house, because it’s then when Blue’s meditation music plays a loud gong noise. “_________, I missed you.” He wipes a hand over his face, and you notice the slight hint of stubble threatening to appear. His eyes have bags that look heavier than your handbag. And they look sad. “I can’t believe that now, of all times, I realise how you feel all the times when I’m away for work, wherever it be. I took time from work, bought a ticket here – _________, you have no idea how much I missed you.”

“I think I can guess,” you whisper.

You lean over the bed to the fan that’s plugged into the wall. As soon as it is whirring to life, your skin begins to prickle with the welcomed sensation of goosebumps. Mycroft sheds his jacket, and moving toward him, you take hold of his tie. Under your fingers, it loosens.

It’s just like all the times in London when Myc would come to your place above the green grocer in Russel Square. You’d kick off your shoes, and he his, you’d ruffle his hair – to his dismay, but, you knew he liked it when you did it – and before you shut the curtains in your room, you’d loosen his tie. It was a ritual. A spell. And always, like always, the Mycroft who walked from the street would transform into the Mycroft who walked into your heart.

But this time, it’s too warm to do what you’d usually do after the tie comes off, and like two lovesick children, you lay beside him in the bed, wearing nothing but your underclothes. Mycroft looks so at home in your quaint bedroom, and it makes your heart swell.

It isn’t until your phone chimes – a message from your co-worker – that the fantasy of the situation breaks, and you’re back to everyday life. And you’re once again a bidding political advisor, and a lucrative socialite.

“When do you go back?” you whisper. Your breath is warm, and opening his eyes, Mycroft sighs.

“I have to fly back this Sunday.” He replies. “It’s a twenty-hour flight. I managed to pull some strings with the airplane, so I can try to stay longer than I would if I went commercially…”

You feel that melancholy return to you. It’d be only four – no, three days that you see him.

And then how long?

You’re not a needy person; Blue knew that. When she’d be watching Netflix as she wrote her column, you’d quietly drink your tea, when she’d have Terry and her friends from Darlinghurst over, you’d chat politely within their circle, complain about the ongoing strawberry scandal, try to understand the current situation of national politics (“I’m the Prime Minister, all I had to do to get the job was stab two other people in the back to get here!” one would say, and watching silently, you’d hear another two friends shout, just like Monty Python, “I am your Prime Minster!” – “Well I didn’t vote for him!”)

“I suppose that’s how it’s going to be, now,” you reply. “We’re like two kangaroos passing in the night on the highway.”

Mycroft frowns. “Is that a local expression…?”

You shake your head. “I don’t know. I just made it up. But if anything, what I know of Australian culture is that in making things up and going with them, it’s commonplace.” You laugh at that. “As much as I want to be happy you’re here, Myc, I can’t help but wonder if a shoe’s about to drop.”

He gathers you closer. If it weren’t for your fan, it would be too hot to be this near to one another. Mycroft plants a kiss on your forehead, and you kiss him back, but he moves at the last minute, and it lands upon his nose.

“I’m not here to break up with you, if that’s what you’re thinking, _________.” He murmurs.

It’s then when you’re startled away from Mycroft’s embrace, because Blue’s shouting up the stairs, “I’m making chili con carne for tea, _________!” You chuckle to yourself, as she goes on, “Is your hot businessman friend staying for dinner?”

You feel your cheeks heat up at that. But Mycroft’s the one who remedies it and grasping the railing that looks over the hallway – it felt so strange to have a loft bedroom – he calls out below, his British accent so different to Blue’s native Aussie twang, “Yes, the hot businessman is staying for dinner,” he says, a cheeky look on his face. He’s never been this relaxed in so long, and you let out a laugh at his wording. “But you can call me _________’s boyfriend.”

When he returns to the bed, you’re sitting up, pulling on your around-the-house shorts and Myc’s old sleepshirt he let you keep, shaking your head to yourself.

“What is it, love?” he asks, pulling his trousers back on.

You chuckle. “I’m always your girlfriend. You know, everywhere we go in London, to whomever we’re introduced to. Sherlock knows my name, but simply calls me ‘The Girlfriend’. But here…” you smile. “Oh-ho, the tables have turned, Myc! My boyfriend!”

He kisses your temple, and gathers your hand in his, and walks with you downstairs to where the smell of chili is wafting from. “Yes,” he admits, “I guess I am.”

Sydney is somewhat like London. There’re tourists everywhere, and the people who walk the streets who are locals don’t think twice about the knowledge they know. There are people here, like Blue and her friends and when you’re not working at the British Consulate, Blue and her friends take you to the most fantastic shows and places you wouldn’t find on your own. The beach is around the corner, and the ice-creams on Manley Island drip down your hands before they’re even scooped in their cones. Mycroft leaves every time he comes, but comes every four weeks or so, bringing his laptop, and plenty of free time to be with you.

Perhaps Sydney wasn’t so bad after all.

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allthingsdarkanddirty · 3 years

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They're not just friends...

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BLURB:

He’s not exactly who he appears to be. But then again, neither is she…

Chase

I’ve never felt as out of my league as I did when I met Sydney Frost.

Not in the years I’ve spent starting successful companies or since. Working for a prestigious firm gives me status and power, and I’m already a master at charming my way through a crowd—or into the bedroom. One new office colleague should be a piece of cake to win over.

Ms. Frost, however, is giving my efforts a chilly reception. Time to remind her that I’m not afraid to live up to my name, either…

“Sydney”

On the surface, it looks like I have it all: a new, influential job, a nice salary, and the hottest young executive in the company falling over himself to introduce me to the best New York City has to offer.

It’s all a lie.

My name is Sadie Keating, not Sydney Frost, and I’m an undercover agent for the FBI on a case that could make or break my career. Chase Maitlin, my sexy and persistent would-be suitor, is the prime suspect in a major cross-agency investigation.

I’m the rookie UC assigned to get close to him… but not too close. Chasing Frost, the fifth and final book in the West Side series, is a steamy, enemies-to-lovers, sometimes funny, sometimes suspenseful, contemporary romance featuring a smart, dedicated heroine and the sexy bad boy who steals her heart. Download today and say hello to your next favorite book boyfriend.

The West Side Series, a contemporary romance novel series, about a group of friends living on the west side of New York, can be read in any order. All are standalone romances.

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nocteverbascio · 6 years

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lintz - what i left behind (25/?)

Pairing: Sydney Katz/Maggie Lin Summary: AU. Post S3, when Sydney leaves, she leaves for good. Without realizing it, Maggie feels like something is missing in her life. The story where Sydney leaves breadcrumbs for Maggie to follow but Maggie doesn’t realize it. A/N: mag and syd have a conversation about..ugh--FEELINGS

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Sydney doesn’t often remember her dreams. The only times she did remember were when they were nightmares. She knew they were a manifestation of thoughts and feelings she refused to process consciously, but rationalized them to be uncontrollable and irrelevant events in her life. For awhile, she had nightmares that it wasn’t Neshama’s father sat Shiva for his daughter, but Sydney’s father for her. The fears of how she felt about women were deeply buried in the back of her mind over the years but when she had met Maggie, the nightmares came back. They sprouted up slowly and suddenly until Sydney couldn’t think of anyone else but Maggie.

It’s why she kept track of all of Maggie’s little quirks while she was her mentee. Sydney tried desperately to rationalize the situation of why she was thinking of Maggie as the source of her nightmares. Then she found that it didn’t help thinking of Maggie all the time, when she really wanted more than that. She wanted to be more than a mentor, a friend, a confidant.

It was terrifying to think that she and Maggie could be something. While the distance was supposed to make it easier for Sydney to bury her feelings for Maggie, it did the very opposite. She was longing for Maggie.

Being so far away from her family released her inhibitions and anxieties of being with a woman. She was no longer having nightmares involving Maggie, but beautiful, peaceful dreams of being with Maggie.

The incessant vibrations wake her up. She blindly reaches for her phone as she struggles to come into consciousness. Through the bleariness of her eyes and almost dropping her phone on her face, she notices Maggie’s name on the screen video calling. Just as she is about click accept, the call is dropped.

For a moment, she thinks that it’s a fluke. Then she sees how many times Maggie’s called.

Maggie :* (5 missed calls)

So it wasn’t a fluke.

Sydney rubs the exhaustion from her eyes before reaching over to turn on the light on her nightstand and then slipping on her glasses. She unlocks her phone to check the notifications and realizes that Maggie’s called her five times in the last 2 hours.

Before she has a chance to react, another call comes in.

While she should be very annoyed with Maggie calling her at 4am when both of them agreed to call when they were both actually awake, there’s something warm settling in Sydney’s heart as she swipes to accept the call.

There’s a stream of petulant whining that Sydney is greeted with along with a picture of Maggie pouting sadly. Maggie’s cheeks are visibly pink under the warm light of her room. Sydney suppresses a laugh at the sight until she realizes there are streaks of tears down Maggie’s cheeks.

“Maggie, what’s wrong?” Sydney asks quickly.

Maggie opens her eyes quickly and there’s a relieved sigh that escapes her lips. “Syyyyyyd!” she cries out happily as she sniffles. She wipes her nose quickly. “You picked up.” Her expression changes instantly, smiling even though her eyes are red.

“What’s going on? Why are you crying?” Sydney is beyond concerned. She’s seen Maggie cry before after her miscarriage with all her hormones bubbling her emotions to the surface.

Maggie lets out a sad laugh before shaking her head. “It’s nothing,” she immediately answers before an unsure shrug follows. “I don’t know,” she admits, looking upset once again. “I’ve just been-hic-trying to figure out how I’m feeling and everytime I do I just get-hic-overwhelmed.”

How she’s feeling? Sydney feels her heart drop before she puts the situation together and asks, “Are you drunk?”

Maggie lets out another laugh again through her teary eyes and nods. “A little bit. I’m so sorry.”

Sydney lets out a huff, unsure of how to take this situation because she is both amused and unamused. “Maggie…” she really isn’t sure how to respond.

“God, I must look really stupid,” Maggie rambles on quickly. “I’m sorry I woke you up. It’s just everyone was pointing out how I’ve been so cranky and mean lately. And honestly, I haven’t been that mean, but everything just feels so frustrating.”

There’s a quiet agony in Maggie’s words as she speaks and Sydney sympathizes for her. “Do you want to talk about it with me?” she asks carefully. She doesn’t know why she is being so careful, but she wants to know what’s upsetting Maggie.

Maggie pouts and nods. It’s the most adorable thing.

Sydney sits up in bed, propping herself up with a pillow. “What’s going on?”

Maggie lets out an exasperated sigh. “Ever since you left, I feel like I’ve been going crazy. I don’t know how I am supposed to feel about us anymore.”

“Oh…” Sydney’s heart drops immediately, “okay…”

It takes a lot of rationalizing in Sydney’s head to keep her mouth shut until she hears the rest of what Maggie has to say, but her heart tightens in her chest because she’s already thinking about the worst case scenario. They shouldn’t have left things on such an ambiguous note. It was clear that they wanted to be together but they couldn’t physically do that. Sydney was all the way in London living her dream and so was Maggie in Toronto. Seeing where it was going to go was just a bad idea that Sydney knew from the beginning.

The worst part is that she was starting to think about how well it was working out. She gets to talk to Maggie more than she ever expected. She gets to do cute romantic things for Maggie even across an ocean and Maggie does the same for her. It is extremely difficult to not physically be with her but Sydney feels secure to know that at least they have each other’s heart.

Now it’s clearly not enough and Sydney feels guilty. It’s as if her choice in staying in London and not giving up everything for Maggie is a selfish decision. Then again, Maggie was making the same decision as she was to stay in Toronto. To be honest, Sydney could never ask Maggie to give up her career.

“Ever since you came back to Toronto and we decided to try seeing where this could go, I feel like I’ve been fighting this feeling like I’m being strangled from the inside--”

“That’s how I make you feel?” Sydney grits out as kindly as she can.

Maggie is still sensitive to Sydney’s tone and cringes immediately. “I’m not being clear-hic-just what I'm really trying to say is that I’m just scared that I am doing this relationship thing wrong,” Maggie goes on, frustration evident in her voice as she struggles to gather all her thoughts. “I’ve never been good at being in a relationship with someone that’s made me feel the way that you do. I’m scared that what I’m doing isn’t enough for you.”

“That’s not true,” Sydney interjects immediately. Despite her own insecurities, Sydney can’t deny how much she feels for Maggie. “You are more than enough for me. What we have isn’t ideal, but we have each other. That’s all I want, Maggie. I just want you.”

“Syd--” Maggie croaks out, tears welling in her eyes again. “You can’t just say things like that. Don’t you know I’m drunk?” She wipes her eyes as best as she can. “I miss you so much.”

Sydney softens at Maggie crying because she wishes there could be something more she could do. “I miss you too,” she admits, hoping that it’ll bring some comfort to Maggie. She isn’t the best at comforting someone else, but she hopes that Maggie understands. “I miss you more than you can imagine.”

“Really?”

The insecurity in Maggie’s voice resonates deeply in Sydney. “Why do you sound so surprised? If anyone should be worried, it should be me. I’m scared I’m not enough for you.”

Maggie frowns. “Why would you think that?”

Sydney gives her a look as if she should already know. “I grew up Orthodox, Maggie. Romance didn’t play a huge factor in my future expectation of being someone’s wife. The idea of going on dates, coming up with romantic gestures to express how I feel, or even public displays of affection are very unfamiliar to me. Especially with a woman. I’m trying to get a handle on everything and I just want to make sure that you’re happy.”

“You do make me happy,” Maggie affirms. “Being with you makes me happy. But not being with you makes me frustrated on so many levels.”

“So what can we do about it?” Sydney blurts out, knowing it sounds a bit insensitive. But she has to be practical.

Maggie’s eyes widen. “Syd, you do know what I mean by I am frustrated right?”

Sydney furrows her brows. The look on Maggie’s face says it all, especially when she bites the corner of her lip. “Oh,” she lets out dumbly at the realization. “Oh!” She blushes at Maggie’s stare. There’s an annoyingly charming raise of an eyebrow that Maggie likes to do when she teases Sydney. “Well--I can’t--I don’t know--”

Maggie brightens for the first time in their conversation. “I’m just teasing you,” she says sounding more sober than before. “Although, I have to say that seeing you in those glasses reminds me of the good ole good days.”

Sydney unconsciously pushes her glasses up to hide the fact that she’s blushing even harder now. “It’d be nice if you didn’t tease me,” she mumbles.

Maggie hums thoughtfully as she stares at Sydney. After a moment, Maggie seems to have decided on something when she says, “I know what I want to do.”

Sydney raises her eyebrows. “If you say phone sex or video sex---”

Maggie chuckles at Sydney. “God no! Well...I mean if you want to I wouldn’t mind.”

“Maggie!” Sydney exclaims, scandalized.

Maggie laughs at her reaction instantly. “No, that’s not what I was going to say. I was going to say that I want to see you.”

“See me?”

“Mm hmm. I want to visit you in London. You can show me all your favorite spots in London or where you spend your free time. You won’t have to take too much time off or any if you can’t. I can sightsee while you’re working and then we can meet up afterwards. If it’s okay with you of course.”

Sydney brightens at the suggestion. “You really want to come to London?”

Maggie nods. “International booty calls have always been on my bucket list.”

Sydney rolls her eyes at Maggie, but she can’t help herself from laughing regardless.

#lintz #maggie x sydney #sydney x maggie #saving hope #slow burn #long distance relationship #maggie's drunk ramblings #sydney trying to be supportive #commentary at my ao3

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