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Just a little thing from a prompt I saw on Pinterest a couple days ago. Hope you like it, this is obviously a work of fiction (not because vampires aren't real, it's because i made the dynamics and character traits up in my head)
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“Stop being a pussy and just describe it to me, for fuck’s sake.”
The one with dark eyes said exasperatedly. He kept moving the wine glass in his hands in circular movements as if he was wine-tasting. They were sloshed. To put it lightly. There was a storm out and their social battery was long out so they decided to have a quiet night in with some quality wine and shitty music.
And, yes.
Vampires do have social batteries. And they do run out. I mean, can you blame them? They have been around far more than you have so try to imagine how bored they are of people of all kinds.
“I am not to sit here and serenade you tonight Zaynie. No matter what insults you throw my way.”
Harry said, fixing the bright pink feather boa around his neck. “But how am I supposed to remember something from five centuries ago, would you enlighten me?” A tired voice was heard from his side. Zayn turned into a little baby when he was drunk, that was no surprise to Harry, though it was still hard to manage. Harry, on the other hand, acquired the attention span of a puppy, in an intoxicated state.
“For God’s sake, piercing raven eyes with some dark brown hair, a stubble over bone structure that would give a man a heart attack on first sight, delicate frame, a posture that would get in the heads of many and that is it.” The latter finished with an edge, a little breathless from his mini-monologue. “Paired with a fashion sense that makes me want to puke.”
“Hey!”
A whine erupted from beside Harry, a light smack landing on his right arm from where Zayn was sitting. “You would fuck me in a hearbeat and you know it.” Raven eyes continued with a self-assured smirk on his face. At least that is what it was supposed to look like but hey, it is hard to plaster the exact expression you want on your face when you are wine-drunk.
“I mean… We would fuck for hours probably with both our staminas. So, yeah.” Harry said with a slight quirk to his brows. Which was in vain because they both knew it was never going to happen. They had approximately three hundred years to do that and still. Nothing. So, that boat sailed a long time ago for the boys. Now, they had too much love for each other to just reduce it to sex.
Though Harry had to admit, Zayn was gorgeous. Any creature of any kind could see that. With their eyes closed. “You tell me mine, now.” Harry demanded after a few seconds of acknowledgement after his last statement. A low hum was heard from the other boy, indicating he was thinking. He was examining the almost empty wine glass in his and after an intake of breath he chugged the last remnants.
“Princess hair, doe green eyes, a mouth that seems to only be able to sport either a cocky smirk or a child’s laughter, cute nose, and i refuse to talk about your dimples because they annoy me. You know the rest of your body, so that is it.” It was funny how Zayn very religiously refused to acknowledge Harry’s dimples because it was the first thing he said to him. Like ever.
It all happened when Zayn first saw him in church. Fourteen-year-old Harry was not much different from the twenty four-year-old Harry in ways because both were irresistible. One happened to flash his chubby cheeks and dimples to everyone and the other had a glint in his eyes whenever he wanted to have something. So yeah, semantics. Anyways, Zayn was quickly trying to get out of the church but he accidently made eye contact with Harry, who didn’t hesitate to flash his deeper-than-black-holes dimples to him and the rest was history.
“You know, my dimples were the fir–”
“I know, I know. You don’t have to remind me every time!” Zayn interrupted with an eye roll, almost seemingly hurting himself from the looks of it from how far he rolled them. Harry, on the other hand, giggled at his best friend’s reaction.
“I will do so until I give my last breath.” Harry argued with a dramatic pout on his cherry lips, fixing his boa so that it would stop trying to choke him when he leaned his back to the sofa and closed his eyes.
“Shh now.” Came a voice that was followed by similar movements of getting comfortable on the sofa. They finished their second bottle and now was time for them to nap a little. Yes, they didn’t need to sleep, certainly not as much as humans did but it was still okay to indulge in the beauties of the mortal world sometimes.
Sue them.
#harry styles#harry blurb#harry fic#zayn malik#zayn malik blurb#harry styles imagine#vampires#idk really#harry and zayn being besties
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do you ever just sit in your jeans and bc of the way they are sitting in your navel your clit just starts throbbing for no reason.... like for so long.
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and now i present to you one of my favorite genres of louis pictures: happy blurry babie
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I feel like i really wanna change the outlet of this account and turn it into a softer and less edgy version but it's just too much workkk.....
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being in yr 20s is like every day is a Try Not To Spend 40$ Challenge and i keep losing
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I deadass dont want to block you but age in bio please
woww chill hun, I'm 19
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godd I would fall sooo hard for Nick Miller....
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Another You
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Brad put his hand on her knee once more to stop her from the insistent habit. It was understandable how nervous she felt, but the longevity of her behaviour surprised the band. Yes, the song was one of the most personal they have written together, and yes, it was nerve wracking. But the ball of stress didn’t leave her chest since the first time they decided that it would be best to include her in the performance. It wasn’t even a big performance anyway, just a cosy party with fellow industry people and an acoustic little performance. It was a piece of cake, just to have fun.
Breath in, and then slowly out. She repeated to herself a couple of times, willing his non-existing lunch to go down. God, wasn’t she furious with herself, felt betrayed most of all. It was just a stupid performance, but she was still thinking about the person she wrote the song to. About how he would feel after hearing the lyrics, if he ever did obviously. Would he feel sad, like a blade was piercing through his heart, like how she felt every time she saw him with another? The tears starting to cloud her sight was the last thing she needed at the moment, so she looked up and tried to shoo the unpleasant thoughts away alongside the tears. Standing up and evening out the edges of her skirt she marched out of the room with confident steps. It was enough time she wasted on feeling sorry for everything. Now it was showtime.
She walked over to the small table that held cocktails and fetched herself the brightest one with the umbrella, it was going to be a great night. The big room wasn’t much, a classic penthouse if you will, with a small area in the farther middle with some mic stands and enough space to fit a small-portioned band. Very cosy and cute if you asked her. Even though singing in front of everyone made her nauseated from the start, even though she had to agree that the feeling mostly went away, she got used to it with time. And the boys really helped, they have known each other for roughly three years. The first meeting happened again in one of the industry parties she attended with 5sos, luckily there was another boy band that consisted of goofy youngsters, if you may excuse her French. It was safe to say they hit it off from the start, especially her and Brad. They never cut ties after that night, having exchanged numbers already.
Brad was a constant thing in her life. Even though it was hard to keep updated of each other’s life every day, they did a splendid job at never making it too long, whether it was just a simple ‘everything good?’ or just some stupid joke they thought was the funniest thing they heard. Everything became easy after that and suddenly Brad was her comfort person. There were some things she wouldn’t feel comfortable talking about if it wasn’t with him, and vice versa. Which brought them here, about to perform one of the most sentimental and heart-felt songs they have ever written, together or individually.
Another you, was written after both of their monumental break ups, when she decided to stay in England for a few weeks to catch up and to mend her broken heart if she can. Then the song was born. It was a piano ballad, it was sad, but it was also hopeful in the way it promised them a start. It helped them get their head straight again, gave them a place to hold on to, a place to carry them forward. The alternative was to drown in their heartbreak and cry themselves to numbness with a bottle of wine, which really lost its appeal after a week of doing exactly that. So, one night, when they were basically having a battle on ‘who can talk more shit about the other’s ex’ they looked at each other and decided to stop feeling like that. They wasted enough time dwelling on them, but now was the time they understood the craziness of the situation. No one is irreplaceable. So, if it was not meant to be, there will always be someone else. (Or not obviously, she was all for being independent, but that is not the point now.)
Walking back to the boys with a new-found confidence in her steps was something she would be proud of later in the evening, alone. A soft smile placed itself on her face at the sight of her friends, warming their voices up while messing around. It was always astonishing to see bands that got on so well, their dynamics, their friendship and all the other bonuses. No one can deny the appeal of a band like One Direction but something about friends from the start really played with the strings of her heart. The lightning inside the room had a golden dim to it, just enough to give it the necessary luxurious vibe with the sincereness still intact.
“Do you know when we’ll be on?”
She asked, to no one in particular. “Probably in about half an hour.” Replied Tristan, while threading his fingers through his hair. Nice, she thought, enough to get mentally ready, but not enough to drive you mad. She gently sat on the small place next to Brad who was playing some specific chords and singing along. She joined him and reached out to the piano a little farther in front of her. Singing something she wrote always brought calmness and happiness to her, Making her feel extremely proud and causing her to disassociate from the real world. Her voice combined with Brad’s calm voice soothed her. Couple of other songs, some warm-up sessions later they started to move over to the little stage. Some with their instruments and the others with a couple of water bottles in hand. It was true that she was only going to be in one song, but the boys will be there for a small set of about four songs. She did a couple more of those breathing exercises to decrease her heartbeat.
Brad was seated on the piano, next to him was her on a stool with a microphone in front of her. She arranged the mic stand to her height while others either checked their instruments one more time or took a sip of their water, she raised her head and caught Brad eying her with a giddy tinkle in his eyes. He raised a brow, asking if she was ready and smiled wildly when she replied with a small nod of her head.
He cleared his throat and leaned into the mic that was attached to the piano in a charming, his hands sitting on top of his thighs. “Good evening, everyone.” He greeted everyone first.
“I am Brad, and we are The Vamps, plus one. This is our dear friend Leighton. She is going to be singing our first song with us. The song is called Another You, Leighton and I wrote it a while back and felt like it was time we introduced it to the rest of you, the song is very dear to our hearts and…. Hope you enjoy it.”
He faced her one more time to assure, and then started the song after a countdown. The first line of the song burned a hole in her chest, the desperation in the first verse was just as touching every time she listened to Brad sing them. She was amazed by the way Brad put these together in mostly freestyle. They were so heartfelt that it felt wrong to share with the world, the exposure was real in this one.
“Am I to blame?
Is "leave me lonely" written on my face?
Did I try too hard to make you stay?
Guess I let my hopes get high again.”
She easily found herself closing her eyes and losing the feel of anything other than the lyrics. The possibility of Calum seeing this was high, but she didn’t care at the moment. She just wanted to express that she moved on too. That she didn’t care that much either, that it was time she got him out of her heart too. Because it was unfair, in her opinion, how he got to move on as fast as he did, leaving no choice for her but to suck it up and do the same. She was almost sure he was pretending but the knowledge didn’t make it hurt less unfortunately.
“It took some time
For me to figure out that I'll be fine
Without you there to keep me warm at night
I guess you never were my ride-or-die”
She knew the part that would hurt the most was her dig to their tattoos, but she just simply couldn’t help herself. It felt like the heaviness behind them was something to get over. They were not a ride or die, maybe in the past, but not now. So, she wanted to make that clear, and hit it low. Feeling the tears pooling in her eyes once more while singing her verse, she forced her voice to get affected by the personal emotions.
The song seemed to end too quickly once it started and she was almost startled back to reality with the sound of light claps. While a genuine smile appeared on her face she thanked them quietly and gave Brad a quick hug, wishing him good luck on the rest of their performance alongside the boys. She walked away slowly from the stage, trying to find a decent enough seat to sit.
‘That went well’ she said to herself once seated comfortably, with a new bottle of water she fetched on the way. Her heartbeat slowly turned back to its normal pace since she was out of the spotlight now. And even if the word gets out and finds him, well then… It is what it is.
#the vamps#bradley simpson#brad#calum hood#calum hood imagine#songwriting#fan fiction#calum is so subtle you might miss it#5sos#5 seconds of summer#calum imagine#calum hood blurb#calum hood one shot
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I am literally getting depressed over the imaginary fiction world I created in my mind with my soulmate. This sucks...
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OFF THE TABLE
Author's note: hiii! this is basically a one shot inspired by an Ariana Grande song: off the table. It doesn't include anything about her other than the producer she worked with, unfortunately. It includes Calum Hood, surprisingly, not majorly just enough to let you know he is in there somewhere. This is a work of fiction and has no truth to it. Any kind of feedback is appreciated, as long as it's kindly said. TPWK.
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The rain picked up as she parked the car. The weather was just her favourite: sweater weather. Cosy enough to allow you to wear comfy clothes but not warm enough to make you sweat. So, she wore one of her favourite hoodies with simple black leggings, since she didn’t have any plans for the day anyway. It was her day off between the two cities and she just wanted to work on some stuff that has been wanting to come out for a little while now. After she killed the engine, she picked up her bag and her to-go coffee cup and opened the car door, trying to block the rain from reaching her computer. She jugged to the other side of the road where the studio stood tall. With rapid but rather short steps, she reached the studio.
“Good morning!”
With a smile and a cheerful tone in her voice, she greeted Hank, the receptionist that she became friends with since the first time she discovered the place about 2 years ago. He was a tall, lanky guy in his mid-twenties despite the image his name created. He was also a music major graduate and has been working in the studio since he was still a student. They shared similar tastes in music, and she frequently asked his ideas about the things she had been working on and bombarded him with million questions about subjects she was new in. He always looked happy to be a part of the process though, that’s why she was always looking forward to seeing him and showing him new stuff when she was nearby.
“Morning!”, he raised his head from his phone and replied with a polite tone, his eyes and smile growing bigger as he recognized the source of the sound. “How have you been?” he asked, intrigued by her presence, his phone long forgotten.
“I’ve been alright. Just same ol’, same ol’.” She replied. “How about you?”
“Ehh, the same things.” He said with a light shrug of his shoulders. “Definitely missed you though.” He smiled warmly. “Well, the feeling is very mutual. It feels like it has been ages,” she said with a dramatic tone. “Could live here if I had the chance, to be honest.”
“Okay, no need to threaten my job as soon as you step inside every time, you know?” he replied with a fake boredom and exasperation in his voice. “You’re extremely lucky I am high on demand with the jobs and not actually trying to settle down at the moment.” She said jokingly, while stepping closer to the desk. She called Hank last night to ask if there is any empty spot in the studio today for a session, knowing it is a low possibility at short notice. Luckily, he was able to squeeze her in out of the goodness of his heart.
“Yeah, yeah. One can only hope,”
She slid the bag from her shoulder and to her hand, sipping the coffee that was now cold. She shrugged her shoulders and looked up from the cup to his eyes with a competitive glint in her eyes.
“So true. Where should I head to?”
“Down the hall, room 7,” He replied easily. “Just press the button if you need anything and I’ll be of service.”
“Thank you so much, Hank.” She started walking down the hall, while a peaceful aura settled on her chest. She felt like the day ahead will be a productive and soothing one. But the main goal was to rid her mind off some intrusive thoughts. She was feeling a bit down in the last couple of days, to be exact, since the day she started to think she will never feel anything romantic for someone else ever again. The thought of looking at someone else as more than a friend churned her stomach, made her feel sick with the thought of opening herself like that again. After Calum, she was deadly scared to share any part of her past life, fearing but deep down also knowing that it would be the deal breaker. “No one wants to be a part of that.” As he put it, it made her realise no one really did. It was scary before him to open herself up anyway, because she thought it would give people power over her, and she didn’t want anyone to look at her with pitying eyes. But it felt safe when she did it, Calum made her feel safe. With his constant reassurances and gestures that made her feel like jelly inside. It made it impossible to have any insecurities or second thoughts. But in the end, it was the reason Calum lashed out and blamed it on her. He looked at her with such tiredness that she felt all the blood leave her body and a coldness replaced it instead. He asked her if she really thought he could put up with this for any longer. She was smothering him and making everything about herself. As soon as she heard him say that, her soul basically left her body. She was barely able to hold back tears while her whole demeanour changed. Her shoulders slouched forward while she exhaled, like all the strength ran away with her posture.
It didn’t matter what he said after that, because she didn’t hear them from the ringing in her ears. She just said they should end it then, she would’ve suggested it earlier if she knew how much of a burden she has been, but love is blind after all. It’s a big blur after that, she doesn’t want to relive any of that, so she doesn’t think about them often.
It probably wasn’t fair, but she reasoned by saying it was all her. Yes, Calum was wrong to lash out the way he did and was wrong when he ignored her and refused to talk to her, but it was still because of the cage she put him in. Who would want a whiny, traumatised, high maintenance girl, anyway? If you asked her, he tried to put up with it for quite some time. But after two years, he had enough. Fast forward to today, she finds herself softening while thinking about the amount of love she had for the boy. She knows it is nowhere near close to ending yet, but it still feels like it should’ve progressed more. At least more than the mess she is in right now. It has been bugging her since the time Rook said she should at least try to give other people chances. She felt like she used her only chance though. The fear of bothering people any longer made her sick to her stomach. How can someone want to be with her, even when he grew out of it.
After entering the room and closing the door behind her, she started getting the necessary items out of her bag: her laptop, her notebook, a water bottle and her phone charger. She put the phone on silent and plugged it in. Couple of sentences were written in her notebook that would hopefully be enough to build the song on. She sat on the sofa, extending her legs and getting comfortable, with her notebook and pen in her hand.
“Is love completely off the table?” was written at the top with small letters. Just like how the question made her small, like she didn’t want to say it out loud. It was scary. She was feeling a slow sensual vibe with the feeling, not surrounded by a lot of sounds but something calm. Just simple, in a way that didn’t feel at all. She just wanted the heaviness to show, without anything clouding the rawness of the lyrics.
“Will I ever love the same way again?” she wrote down. Feeling a bit more comfortable now that she started properly, breathing better too.
“Will I ever love somebody like the way I did you?
Never thought you’d be so damn hard to replace.”
She mumbled back the lyrics to herself, trying to find the rhythm that suited it best, in a low tone. She felt herself slip off from reality. She used to think controlling her feelings is her biggest strength, just a piece of cake. She was used to filtering her emotions since she was barely 14, she would spend hours on deciding on her words while talking to people, just so they wouldn’t get suspicious and ask questions. So that they wouldn’t see through her, so that they wouldn’t pity. But she lost that too with time, she couldn’t mask it anymore. The hurt, the fear, the denial, the regret. Maybe it’s because she got everything she wanted and now the absence was heavier than anything else. The greater the build, the greater the fall.
The greatness of the feeling woke something in her mind. She wanted the song to be furnished with strong and sure vocals. The opposite of what she felt.
“I swear I don't mean to be this way
If I can't have you, is love completely off the table?
Do I sit this one out and wait for the next life?”
It felt overwhelming to always be the problem. It turns the person into a stranger even when she is alone. It doesn’t feel safe anymore to do the instinctive things, it estranges you, makes you feel disgusted with both the things you’ve done and think about doing. It makes you realise you drove away every single good thing that happened to you.
“Am I too cold? Am I not nice?
Might not be quite yet healed already
Should I be goin' too steady? (Too steady)
But I just wanna know is love completely off the table?”
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A week after her alone session in the studio, she met up with her friend Matt who presented her with different new beats he assembled. The lyrics were almost done but she still felt like something was missing. She knew she wanted a guy’s point of view in the song, but it didn’t feel right to just show it to anyone. The song became something much more intimate than what she originally thought, and that scared her. She was scared that someone would see right through her when they read the lyrics.
That’s why she decided to put it on the shelf with other songs she wasn’t brave enough to share. Well, that obviously lasted until she heard Matt’s work. He asked her if she had something that would presumably go with one of these. The paper came out as easy as it was to breathe, Matt was an old friend, so it didn’t phase her much. She was even glad that it was him that she got to work on the song with.
When they started working on the song and it paired perfectly with one of the beats with just a couple of changes, she felt the relief in her veins. Matt helped her create the other verse that would describe the other point of view. When they got most of it done and recorded, it transitioned into the strong melancholic ballad, surrounded with strong and clean vocals all over. It wasn’t usually her style, but it interpreted the emotions just right. The congratulatory pub they treated themselves with some of her friends she hadn't seen in a while was just the break she needed after the draining session.
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is this blog stupid? yes. but which one of us is following it?
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