#you bet your ass I will take this album EVERYWHERE I GO IN THIS HOUSE

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Summer’s a Knife - Chapter 15

Catch up on Chapter 14 here

You’re kicking yourself for taking these last months for granted, for thinking that that was what it meant to miss a busy Van. Pining and pouting over a Van that you basically saw once a week? That wasn’t so exhausted from back-to-back shows that he made time to call, or at least respond to your texts? Who spent enough time in one place that you could actually go visit him on tour?

or

You’re missing your best friend like crazy.

Word count: ~3.3k

A/N: I can’t believe there’s only two chapters left after this! Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who’s taken the time to read this, and endless thank you’s to everyone who has reached out with feedback ❤️

Chapter Fifteen September 2019

Fall in California doesn’t look the same as it does in Michigan, but you wish it did. Although you’re glad winters here only involve mild weeks in the fifties and sixties, you do miss the atmosphere of gray, rainy September days, leaves shriveling up and falling off of the trees, and changing out your wardrobe into something cozier. Sure, the pumpkin spice trend is still active, but pumpkin spice lattes don’t taste the same with eighty degree temperatures and the shining sun.

Maybe you’re homesick because you’re desperate for your surroundings to match your insides. 

Van wasn’t kidding about the band’s workload this month. You’re kicking yourself for taking these last months for granted, for thinking that that was what it meant to miss a busy Van. Pining and pouting over a Van that you basically saw once a week? That wasn’t so exhausted from back-to-back shows that he made time to call, or at least respond to your texts? Who spent enough time in one place that you could actually go visit him on tour?

You had been so naive. So, so, fucking naive. And September was absolute torture to prove it. And it would feel much, much better to slog through this month on rainy sidewalks crusted with damp leaves, a crisp breeze trying to sneak through the seams of your coat.

But instead the world just spins on, leaving you behind. September is a new beginning for many people, who gladly chatter about it everywhere they go. UCLA students are starting to return to the area, bouncing around in their backpacks with iced coffees, and at work your co-workers are returning from their eventful summers refreshed and ready to end the year with a bang. There are back-to-school sales on everything, from spin classes to puppies in a petstore window, and the happier everyone is about the new season the more alone you feel.

Because that’s a great way to sum up how you feel, really: alone. It was the fucking worst. You’d never been someone who had a problem being alone! You’d purposely decided to live alone; you had practically skipped for joy down the sidewalks when you’d broken up with your last boyfriend. You had a nice friend group with the other girls at work, and of course you had Mary, so what else could an independent woman like you need? Certainly not a boyfriend or a girlfriend to make you feel fulfilled. Things wouldn’t even be different if Van was your boyfriend, you try to convince yourself. He’d still be busy. You’d still be rooted in L.A.. You’d still be just as depressed as you are right now.

You don’t believe that one bit.

\\

Got that reservation, Van texts you one night after a rare phone call. You’d asked him to try and get Mary and Theo a table for their anniversary, and apparently he’d pulled through. You beam to yourself as he sends another text with the reservation information, and then decide to give Mary a call.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Is Mary’s greeting. “Has Van kidnapped you?”

You don’t have the heart to tell her it’s the opposite, actually. You’re so trapped in your lonely self-pity you don’t really have the energy or desire to socialize with others right now. In your heart right now, it’s Van or bust.

“Maybe,” You joke, although you feel like you don’t sound very convincing. “Speaking of Van, he might happen to have a reservation next week that he can’t make…” You grin as your voice trails off, “And maybe he accidentally made the reservation under your name?”

Mary audibly gasps down the line. “He got us a table?” She squeals, but you can hear she’s trying to hold back her excitement until she knows for sure.

“I might have called in a favor from him,” You laugh as you listen to Mary’s excitement at your confirmation.

“He is an absolute angel,” She gushes. “You need to marry him, like, now.”

You’re sure that this time your laugh definitely sounds hollow. You’ve never admitted your love for Van, even though Mary questions you about it regularly and never seems convinced with your denials. While you usually tell her everything, your feelings for Van have always felt like a giant bruise, something best not exposed. You don’t think you could stand the teasing, or Mary’s typical meddling. And right now, considering your heart is one oozing wound, you’re thankful for your own secret-keeping.

“I just wanted to let you know,” You start to wind down the conversation. Your phone has pinged with another text from Van, and you don’t want to waste this opportunity to catch up with him. “I’ll screenshot the reservation stuff and text you.”

“Tell Van I said thank you! We said thank you. Like, seriously. He’s amazing.”

You two say goodbye and you relay the message to Van over text, before responding to the message he’d just sent. Sam Fender’s album was out tomorrow, and there would be a huge bash at his Hollywood house the following weekend, which the band wouldn’t be in the States to attend. Van was clearly bummed about the whole thing, and you were too. You wonder if Sam and his friends remembered you from the party, or if you’ve faded from everyone’s memory. You wish there was a way for you to reach out to him and congratulate him. 

Get your cheque yet? Van asks when the conversation about Sam has run its course.

Right. The insurance check. Yup, you respond, frowning to yourself in dismay. A whole $5,000. Yippee. 

You couldn’t believe that’s all you’d received from the insurance debacle. You’d purchased the car for $12,000 from a dealer, worked your ass to pay it off over the years, and now the insurance company had awarded you less than half of the cost of the car to somehow give you the means to buy a new one. And it’d be almost impossible to find something in good shape for that price that was also an automatic, because you grew up in Michigan, where people were not obsessed with driving stick shifts.

Least you’ve got the rover. 

Right. The Range Rover. The one scrap of Van you could cling to during this awful time.

\\

The next time you have to pass that stupid petshop with their stupidly cute puppies in the window on your walk back to the office after lunch, you decide to send a pic to Van: Yes or no to me getting a puppy.

Which one?

Holy fuck, he responded in less than twelve hours. It’s your lucky day.

I’m thinking that little fuzzy gray one.

I’d be supremely jealous. He’s cute and I love dogs.

Van is a terrible influence. You’re ashamed to admit you stall in front of the window for longer than necessary, looking at the little gray puppy with the pointed ears bounce around in the playpen before forcing yourself to move along. A puppy would probably be good for you, honestly, but that’s not a decision you should make on impulse.

Miss you, says another text from Van. Then another: Might be in town on Tuesday? Fingers crossed the flights work out. 

Unfortunately, they do not.

\\

The flights do, however, work out for Thursday. That’s a fact you only discover after coming home from work and heading into your bedroom to change, only to trip over two rolling suitcases and realize there’s a Van-sized lump sleeping in your bed.

“What’re you doing?” Van mumbles, peeking his head out from under the blankets as you swear up a storm.

“What are you doing?” You shout, your toes throbbing. You’d accidentally kicked one of his rolling suitcases across the bedroom hardwood, and your toes were aching from the impact. On its way across the bedroom that suitcase had bumped the other, causing it to fall like a domino. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”

A slow grin spreads over Van’s face. “I wanted to surprise you!”

“By making my room an obstacle course?” You huff, lifting the fallen suitcase upright and rolling both of them out of the way into a corner. 

Van’s sleepy state inhibits him from arguing, and he tucks his head back under the comforter.

“God, you scared the shit out of me,” You continue, your adrenaline still pumping from the fright and the pain. “I regret making you a key. I want it back.”

“Shut up,” Comes Van’s muffled voice.

“You shut up,” You bite back, but as the throbbing in your toes die down your irritation is replaced with the realization that this is reality, that Van is actually in your fucking bed at this moment. “I missed you,” You announce suddenly, your voice a lot softer.

Van peeks his head out again. His hair is a ruffled, oily mess as he beams at you. “I missed you more.”

“Bet you didn’t. Bet you forgot about me while you were doing cool band stuff.”

“Oh, did I? Wonder who I was texting Sam about, then.”

At this your jaw drops. “You did what?”

“I told him I was sorry I was leaving town tomorrow, and you said congratulations. And he asked how you were. Bond and him wanna do a celebratory pub night down in Newcastle.”

“No fair!” You pout, stomping your foot like a child. “You’re gonna celebrate without me?”

“Get your passport!” Van cries, throwing one of his arms up in exasperation before flopping back down on the bed. “Come with us!”

Getting your passport is a pain you’re reluctant to go through. You sigh. Maybe you’d try during the holidays back in Michigan, where the lines at the post office weren’t practically out the door everyday. Even if things with Van are over by then, Mary’s been trying to talk you into an overseas vacation for a while. 

“You’re leaving tomorrow?” You decide to narrow in on that fact, pushing passport thoughts aside.

“Tomorrow night,” Van confirms. “Drop me off after work?”

“Of course.” If you only had him for these twenty-four hours, you were gonna milk every second you had.

\\

Van is completely wiped from touring, and spends his entire time at your place in the same sweats. He gets out of bed the next morning to shower and have a cup of coffee with you, but other than that he’s glued to the mattress, getting some much-needed rest. 

But even when he’s tired, Van is fun to be around. When you’re exhausted from work it means that your job has sapped every last bit of joy from you, leaving you without any desire to be creative, go out with friends, or try to be in a good mood. With Van, it’s like he would keep going if his body allowed him. He talks about tour fondly, still expresses excitement about starting on the new album, and still manages to pluck at your guitar from his nesting spot in bed. He’s the same Van; the only difference is the constant yawning and the way the lines around his eyes are more defined. Oh, and the lack of energy for any fooling around.

That last part doesn’t even cross your mind until you’re on your way home from the airport. You were so content just to have him around that you totally forgot how much you’d been using your vibrator lately. 

But even with how content you were for that blissful twenty-four hours, as soon as you’ve stepped in the door to your empty house the aching in your heart returns. In your time apart all the little details about Van had gone fuzzy in your mind; his scent on your pillow, how it takes a cup of coffee in the morning for his voice to stop cracking. But remembering them makes everything sting with a vengeance, and you’re left feeling shittier than you have all month. 

There’s been a nagging feeling creeping around the edges of your brain like a fog, and as much as you’ve been trying to deny it, it’s hard tonight. It’s just that everything with Van has started to hurt, and you’re not sure it’s ever going to go away. His schedule over the summer was flexible, but even after this intense bout of touring he’d be busy with recording. And then the band would be vigorously promoting and touring that album, and so on, forever, because Van would never stop making music, you were sure of that. 

The tears well up in your eyes even thinking about not having him around. Despite your crushing adoration for him, he really is your best friend, and the idea of losing his friendship makes your heart clench in agony, the tears spilling over. But it’s not really a fair friendship when only one of you is crying about it, is it? Van doesn’t have to hurt like this, because his heart isn’t invested in you like yours is in him. 

You allow yourself an indulgent self-pity cry as you make your bed, rumpled from Van’s napping, and climb in. You figure if you’re going to have a pity party for yourself you might as well do it right, and switch your pillow out for his so you can smell the smoke he leaves everywhere he goes. You know that as happy as you are when he’s around, there’s no way you can keep crying over someone when leaving is as much of their job as sending emails is to yours. 

\\

That’s why when Van pops in for another impromptu visit the following Tuesday, you’re not as happy to see him as you usually would be. It’s the same way that the idea of next morning’s hangover can ruin a night out, except with Van there’s no magical way to handicap your brain from thinking about the future.

The sex comes close, though. As soon as you two get to your place after picking him up he tosses his backpack aside before cornering you against the front door. 

“I fucking missed you,” He practically growls in your ear, and holy fuck it’s been so long. You two rush for the bedroom, peeling off clothes as you go. Van is too impatient to worry about unbuttoning his shirt and simply peels it over his head, while you unclasp your own bra to avoid the delay. Before you know it you’re on your back, the blankets falling away from Van’s shoulders as he thrusts into you with all he’s got, your headboard banging against the wall so loudly you almost worry about damaging it. When you come it’s intensely satisfying, and you pull Van’s hair ridiculously hard to prove it. In retaliation he bites down on your shoulder as he comes, the same as he did the first time you ever slept with him. 

The whole world feels right for that magical half hour, and then as you both lay on your backs trying to process what’s happened it all starts to shift again.

“When are you leaving, again?” You ask the ceiling, your voice stiff.

“Thursday morning,” He croaks. “Gotta get to Salt Lake City.” 

You start to roll yourself up, heading for the bathroom. “Right.”

You feel Van’s body tense under the sheets next to you. “You alright?”

“Yup,” You tell him, emerging from the bed. You’re not convincing in the slightest, and Van can clearly tell. You don’t give him time to question you before leaving the bedroom.

“What’d I do?” You startle when you hear Van’s footsteps following behind you to the bathroom. 

“Nothing.” You almost laugh at how ridiculous you sound.

Van hasn’t even bothered to throw boxers on, leaning in the bathroom doorway with his softening dick on display. He sighs. “Wanna step out for a smoke?”

You’re actually craving the fuck out of a cigarette, but you’d rather just go to bed and have this night be over with. Maybe tomorrow you’d be more able to enjoy Van’s presence, rather than pouting over how it’s rapidly coming to an end as soon as it began. “I’m fine,” You tell him. Your voice sounds less sharp and more resigned. It wasn’t his fault, after all.

Van shakes his head. He uses the toilet when you’re done, tosses on the sweatpants he had rolled in his backpack, and heads out onto the porch alone.

In his absence you scold yourself for acting like this. What the fuck were you doing? Ruining the two nights you had him, because of something that wasn’t anybody’s fault? You remake the bed, mentally giving yourself a stern talking to.

“You wanna talk about what’s wrong now?” Van’s voice makes you jump out of your skin.

“Nothing’s wrong,” You insist again, but your voice betrays you. 

“Something is,” Van argues. “I’ve been watching you fluff that pillow for ages.”

At his words you realize your hands are still gripping the corner of your pillowcase, and you unclench your fists. 

Van steps into the room, and to your mortification you feel your eyes heat up with warm tears. 

“It’s been a long day,” You lie. It’s been a long fucking summer. “And I’m PMSing.”

Van frowns in sympathy, starting to climb back into bed. “Need a cuddle?”

A cuddle sounds like the equivalent of doing an entire round of shots by yourself when you’re already dreading the hangover. 

“Yeah,” You sniff. “I do.”

\\

On Thursday morning Van gets you up even earlier than your alarm clock, one of his hands nudging your thighs apart. You expect him to get on top of you once you’re more fully awake, yawning and wiggling around to get more comfortable, but instead you feel his calloused fingertip press against your entrance.

“Oh,” You sigh in surprise as he slips into you, searching out your good spots by touch alone. When he slips a second finger in, angling himself right, you clench down on instinct. “Yeah,” You breathe, blinking up at him sleepily. He’s watching your face intently, and if you were even slightly more awake you’d be horrifically self conscious. “You got it right.”

You can’t remember the last time you were fingered as the entree of the sex, rather than the appetizer. It’s appallingly intimate to have Van’s face so close to yours, breathing in any noises you make and watching every slight expression change in the darkness of your room. You’re also appalled at how you’ve been completely robbed of his talents; he can sense exactly where you’re throbbing for him, your clit twitching against the pad of his thumb when he applies pressure right where your body has been screaming for it. It barely takes any time with his thumb working in tiny circles and his fingers pressing into you hard before you’re gasping for air, drowning under the waves of your orgasm that feels like it’s radiating from both areas, whimpering Van’s name helplessly. 

As soon as you’re flinching from his touch he pulls his hand away, his fingers slipping into his mouth so he can clean them off. 

“Holy shit.” Your lungs are still desperate for air, but you haul him in for a sloppy kiss, paying no attention to the taste of yourself on his tongue. “I’m gonna miss you.”

Van lets out a deep, throaty laugh at that, but you’re already pushing him backwards so that he’s laying flat. You’re way too sensitive for sex, but you jerk him off and let him come on the soft skin on the inside of your thighs, as a treat. 

After you drop him off at the airport, both of you looking slightly disheveled due to having to rush to get ready, you sigh to yourself in the empty car. You hated how weak you were when it came to him. One minute you’re convincing yourself you need to stop hanging around him, and the next you’re telling yourself there is absolutely no way you can give up the best sex you’ve ever had.

It was quite the conundrum.

\\

#summer's a knife #catfish and the bottlemen fanfiction #van mccann #catb #catb fic #vanfic #van mccann fic #van mccann fanfiction #Catfish and the Bottlemen

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Sun 24 Nov

Harry's promo is taking off, in the weirdest possible way! Ads for the fictional island of Eroda ('Adore' backwards) began showing up on most social media platforms a couple days ago (not Tumblr because a made up island frankly just isn't batshit crazy enough to be a Tumblr ad, but everywhere else). The ads lead to what is a normal tourist site on the surface but aside from the fact that it doesn't actually tell you where to go or how, there are other moments of spooky dissonance. On close examination not only do many Harry references emerge (street names that are Fine Line songs, the release date, allusions to kindness...) but a thread of darkness unfurls. What do the ominous references to Him portend? If you can never leave once you've given your name are we all fucked because we used the 'kindness' generator? What are they serving at those town dinners? You think it's a cute little coastal AU but upon closer examination it's full on Wicker Man meets Hotel California meets Nightvale in the afterlife (which is what most of those places are anyway so sure why not). Oh and it's where the video from the Scotland filming is set so I guess we'll get the rest of the story in the video. Dec 12 perhaps? Are we 'cordially invited' and 'on the guest list' for a trip across the River Styx? Thannnks I guess... I could make a fuss but fuck it this is where it's all been leading from day one hasn't it, the long spiraling road into this roach motel of a fandom. Of note, since the very moment Harry burst out into promo mode for Lights Up he's been playing his little location game, "am I going to Oslo? Copenhagen? oh I'm just being silly haha" which looks to have been laying groundwork for this and idk if I want to salute him or kick him but I do find it extremely thought provoking, if you will... Just, he is very good at his work vs private life and taking anything he says as casual or accidental is done at our own peril and that's all I have to say about that.

Liam posted a rather contrived video of him cooking a Sunday roast for his team with his Christmas song in the background, and then him and many of the guests posted about the nice meal with captions like #sunday, but shortly after he appeared in a fan pic in Texas from today so unless his team is all with him in Texas (they aren't) and they had that meal at like nine am (they didn't) and that wasn't actually his Surrey house, it wasn't this Sunday. Anyway while I absolutely enjoy romcom lead Liam and think it's an angle his team should lean on way harder, it occurs to one that his DEBUT ALBUM is due out in TWELVE DAYS and mayyyybe that's something to talk about??? I sure hope they used that lunch as a strategy session.

Louis announced another Jingle Ball pre show free show, Dec 11 in Philadelphia, he isn't touring yet but it's like a warm up with shows twice a week, I bet he's having so much fun! And his sister posted a nice picture of them with extended family supporting at TXF last night.

A UA reported that Niall's next single, the much anticipated Put A Little Love On Me which he's described as the best song he's ever written, will be out next Fri. Is it true? Given that Niall immediately got busy posting about any and everything but that rather than refute it I'm inclined to believe! Like if posting a weeks old video of Shawn isn't a ploy to distract....

And in the almost cut for space section, did King Princess do a Harry Styles sketch on SNL that was cut for time and if so will we ever see it?? And whoooo sent all those anons trying so hard to convince everyone the same old weak ass Harry and Camille receipts were suddenly a big deal cause it was an awfully concerted effort... Thank goodness Eroda emerged to put us all out of that misery (though hopefully not... permanently...)

#SO I've been getting those Eroda ads since yesterday and actively puzzling at them but my dumbass definitely didn't make the connection #but the minute i heard it i Knew and everything came clear. including why i was seeing them SO MUCH but obviously not very many other #people were. which i had been almost the most puzzled by #further fun facts i was offline ALL DAY TODAY it was someone's birthday and i was being FOCUSED and Polite. #but feeling a little crazed in the background like I WANNA SEE THE DRAMA anyway bless you **** I LOVE YOU #Liam Payne #Harry Styles #Louis Tomlinson #eroda #RBB #i think i have a lot of thoughts about Harry being very deliberate about his casual remarks and the recent big interview and stunt talk but #they're not fully baked yet #anyway btw i absolutely LOVE this the atmospheric spooky aesthetic puzzle is BEAUTIFUL I'm SO INTO IT #also Hotel California is SO in keeping with Harry's Fine Line aesthetic lie. YEAH!! canyon braughtigan coastal seaside mysticism psychelia #Louis #Harry #Liam #Niall #conor butler #Jordan Pinchen #maya henry #laya #stunts #hamille #camille rowe #jingle ball #pallom #24 Nov 19 #you can check out but you can never leave #king princess

[howaminotinthestrokesyet]

Crazy Rock and Roll Stories: Random Quarantine Thoughts

1. Members of 2Pac Shakur’s group, The Outlawz, upon his death smoked his ashes. I guess picture me rollin’ your ashes in a joint.

2. Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee of Motley Crue once bet each other, who could go longer without taking a shower. The bet would go on for a period of a few months. Why would you bet on that?

3. David Bowie in 1976 recorded the album, Station to Station. He was using so much cocaine at the time that he does not even remember recording the album whatsoever. In his defense, he was not eating and doing lines all day long, so you can not really blame him.

4. Upon Gram Parsons death, his father had decided to go against his wishes and give him a funeral. His manager knew that Parsons wanted to be cremated, so they stole his body, hightailed it into the desert, and set it on fire. The crazy thing was no arrests were made and he only received a $300 fine.

5. Prince used to go door-to-door in Minnesota as a Jehovah’s Witness. This was after he had become famous for his music. The artist formally known as Prince had the name of Brother Nelson when he was a Jehovah’s Witness. I wonder if he ever did it door-to-door with Michael Jackson?

6. Rick James made his debut to the television world on American Bandstand, while performing two songs and an interview with Dick Clark for an hour. People did not realize until later when he mentioned it in his autobiography that he was on quite a bit of cocaine at the time. The ironic thing is the fact that he sang about Mary Jane that day.

7. Everyone probably knows that John Bonham died from his own vomit. Perhaps, they don’t know that it was after consuming 40 vodkas throughout the course of the day. He was doing quadruple shots while recording with the rest of the band. That’s fairly insane.

8. This rumor has never ever been confirmed, but it is more than likely probably true. The Beatles were named members of the British Empire, and John Leonard mentioned that they smoked a joint in Buckingham Palace. George Harrison later denied this, but considering the fact that they probably smoked joints everywhere imaginable at the time.

9. Phil Spector once locked the Ramones in his studio forcing them to play music until 4:30 in the morning. Based on his other antics well known in the past including possibly murder, this should come as no surprise to anyone. He also once pointed a loaded gun at Leonard Cohen’s head. everybody knows that Phil Spector’s gun is loaded I guess.

10. This was obviously prior to the #metoo movement. In the 1970’s, Steven Tyler convinced a 14 year old girl’s parents to sign her over to him, so that they could date each other. If that happened today, you would not hear from the band Aerosmith ever again.

11. Guns N’ Roses guitarist Slash had a mountain lion as a pet. His list of exotic pets would not end there as he also owned 100 snakes that lived in his living room.

12. Zakk Wylde of Black Label Society once drank so much that it actually saved his life. One night he endured not one, but three blood clots that would have killed any sober person. Yet, due to the amount of alcohol in his blood, it was so thin that the clots passed right through and saved his life.

13. Billy Idol was partying in a hotel for three weeks straight in Thailand. He caused lots of damage to the hotel, which required the military to step in to escort him to the airport and out of the country. Yet, he refused to leave the hotel, which prompted them to tranquilize him and take the singer to the airport on a stretcher.

14. During a birthday party at the Holiday Inn in Detroit, Michigan, drummer Keith Moon of the Who drove a Rolls-Royce into the hotel swimming pool. He was subsequently banned for life from every Holiday Inn in the world. Apparently, he would not be doing any Holiday Inn Express commercials either.

15. On an airplane, Izzy Stradlin of Guns N’ Roses did not want to wait any longer to use the bathroom. He went ahead and just urinated in the aisle of the airplane leading to his arrest.

16. James Brown once pulled a shotgun on people at his house for using his toilet. He would later lead police on a chase that led to him serving some time in prison. All you can say about this is PCP can be one hell of a drug.

17. Rod Stewart really loved cocaine, but he worried about doing damage to his nasal passages affecting his ability to sing. For years, he took cocaine anally using suppositories. I guess all you can say is that literally kicks ass I guess.

18. Ace Frehley of Kiss once drank an entire bottle of perfume when he realized that there was alcohol in it. He was clearly intoxicated at the time, and apparently a liquor store run was out of the question.

19. Slash once ran around an Arizona golf course screaming eventually breaking a glass door because he thought the alien from Predator was trying to kill him. He was so high that he even used a maid as a shield from the supposed predator. Unfortunately, Arnold Schwarzenegger was not available at the time to help.

20. Ozzy Osbourne was once hanging out with Motley Crue at a hotel pool. He was so upset when told there was no cocaine for him to do that he snorted a line of ants from the ground as a substitute. No words.

[jawritter]

Two Out Of Three Aint Bad

Request: I know you said your request are open for Jensen and Dean, but can you write a Steve Carlson X Reader. I feel like he get overshadowed by Jensen a lot in the album and band. Can you make it were the reader falls for him, but he’s insecure, and she has to prove to him that she wants to be with him for him, and isn’t just trying to use to him get close to Jensen. Make it angsty, fluffy, and a little smutty. I understand if your not comfortable doing to. I just love the way u write!!! Thanks!!

Warnings: Smut, Language, Unproteced Sex, Drinking, language. I think that’s it.

Word Count: 3537

Pairings: Steve Carlson x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Steve Carlson, Jensen Ackles x Reader (not dirctly just mentioned), OFC Ashely x Reader, OFC Kasey x Reader

A/N: Okay guys. This was honestly one of the hardest Fic I’ve ever written, and it took me some convincing to actually do it. I do asked that you please keep all mean/hateful comments about this individual to yourself. The reason I wrote this fic was that it was requested, and honestly I saw no resaon upon talking to people not to. As always though feedback is gold! I do love hearing from you guys! Please don’t copy my stuff, this was also cross posted on wattpad. I hope you all enjoy!

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“Come on y/n! It will be fun!” Kasey begs on the other end of the phone, she’d been on you for days about getting out and having some fun for your birthday. 

Now it was said night, and you had been avoiding her call all day successfully, well, until she called from someone else’s phone, and you answered like a jackass. 

You were currently facepalming yourself. 

You didn’t even get a hello in and she was already starting on you.

“Okay seriously Kasey, who answers the phone, ‘come on y/n it wll be fun,’ and why the fuck are you calling me from Ashley’s phone! Don’t tell me you're in on this to Ash!!” you yell into the phone, hoping you were loud enough for her to hear you, or that Kasey had you on speaker phone.

“You bet your ass I’m in on this! Get yourself ready! We’re going to stereotype tonight, and you’re going to have fun damn it! It’s your birthday woman!!”

You rolled your eyes so hard that you were pretty sure you saw your brain for a moment.

“Why can’t you guys just let me stay home with a good book, and a bottle of wine tonight? It’s my birthday damn it. I want to hibernate and act anti-social.” you whine, dragging yourself off the bed, and heading towards the closet in spite of yourself. 

You knew they’d be here in probably less than an hour to drag you out of the house now that Kasey has found backup ready or not.

“Hey no one, NO ONE, is spending their birthday alone on my watch! You’re coming out tonight, you’re going to drink too much, make poor decisions, and if you’re lucky you’re gonna wake up in the arms of some stranger in the morning because YOLO damnit!” 

You pulled the phone away from your ear, gave it your best bitchface, making a mental note to slap her when you saw her tonight.

“FINE! Only because I know I’m outnumbered, and that’s the only reason I’m agreeing to this! How much time do I have before you get here?” you asked with a defeated sigh, the sound of a car horn just outside your house was your answer. 

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath, and try to calm your nerves. 

“This is going to be a good night, it’s not a mistake, you can do this,” you say to yourself before you pull your outfit out of the closet, and head towards the front door to let your friends in. 

Though the term ‘friends’ was a little generous at the moment, the more proper term would probably be kidnappers.

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An hour later you found yourself sitting in a packed out bar. None of you expected it to be this packed, but it turns out that Jensen and Jared were making an appearance tonight for karaoke night, and therefore there was a gaggle of eager fan girls standing everywhere in clusters trying to get a chance to meet the famous men. 

Having lived in Austin most of your life, and having been to the brewery servel times with Kasey, who was an avid Supernatural fan, you’d meet both men before. 

While they were both insanely attractive, they were also both married, and therefore you saw no need to spend your time and money drooling over them the way most people around them seemed to do. 

You’d gotten a picture with Jensen before at the brewery, you’d gotten an autograph from Jared once, you were satisfied with that. 

Your friends on the other hand jumped at every chance they got to get close to them. Therefore they quickly abandoned you alone at the bar with your beer to try and get a chance to see them when they walked in the bar. 

“So much for a fun night out,” you thought to yourself and snorted at the irony of the situation you found yourself in.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a man sit down next to you. “Great another creep to tell that they need to go fuck off!! Happy birthday to me!” you think to yourself. 

It did vaguely cross your mind at that moment that you were slowly losing your shit, because talking to the voices in your head wasn’t exactly a healthy thing to do, but they were ridiculously sarcastic and sadistic, and you liked it; so you pushed that down to deal with later.  

“You don’t look like you’re having a whole lot of fun.” he said, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes at the stranger, and turned to look at him fully for the first time.

You were surprised by who you saw sitting there. 

Steve Carlson.

You knew who he was, you’d been around long enough to know about the album that Jensen along with himself had just released, and you had seen him from a distance the one time you all went to the brewery, but never up close. 

There were butterflies suddenly in your stomach, as you shifted nervously on the barstool. 

“Are you seriously nervous? He’s just another guy Y/N, pull your shit together!” 

You mentally slapped yourself in the face to pull yourself out of your shocked stare, but he was a lot more attractive in person than you would have ever expected. 

So you swallowed your smart ass comment before it even got to your lips, something about him just made you feel comfortable, like he wasn’t some jackass trying to get an easy lay, he was just… talking.

“No, I’m really not,” you said, looking back down at your beer, peeling at the label on the bottle. 

Smirking to himself he looked across the bar at where you could now see Jensen surrounded by a gaggle of girls wanting selfies. 

“Yea, I know what you mean. I wasn’t exactly in the mood to be here tonight, but Jensen begged, so here I am. Wanna be miserable together? I can buy you a drink, and we can hide over here and make fun of fangirls?” 

That last comment made you literally laugh out loud, seeing as the current “fangirl” that was almost bouncing up and down in front of Jensen, trying to desperately get his attention was Kasey.

“Okay,” you said, content that you seemed to have found someone else that was as done with the whole fangirl thing that was currently taking place in an already over packed bar 

Steve motioned toward the bartender who brought more beers, and placed them down in front of you both. 

“So, what brings you out here if you’re so miserable being here?” 

“Was forced to come against my will because it’s my ‘birthday,’ and in the immortal words of the fangirl currently jumping and down trying to get Jensen’s attention. ‘You’re going to drink too much, make poor decisions, and if you’re lucky you're going to wake up in the arms of some stranger in the morning because YOLO damnit!’

At that Steve almost fell off the stool laughing that he was sitting on. 

“Laugh all you want, but the way I see it is I’m here, might as well get drunk, and getting into the uber I’m going to half to call to get home tonight probably counts as a bad decision; so two out of three ain’t bad.” 

“Well that’s why I drove. As you see Jensen is going to be busy for the majority of the night, and the karaoke hasn’t even started yet.” Steve said, taking a big swig of his beer, moving his feet around nervously on the bar stool.

“You know, Jensen probably wouldn’t even notice I’m gone, and your friend wouldn’t notice you neither from the looks of it. There’s this little ice cream place that’s about six minutes from here, it doesn’t close until like 10, would you like to go grab some with me, then if you want I can drive you home? It kinda puts a kink in your whole bad decision part of your plan here, but at least you won’t have to wait on an uber. I promise I’m not some freak, or psycho, or something.” he said, looking down at his beer, and peeling his own label.   

You could have sworn you saw a hint of insecurity pull around the corner of his eyes when he avoided your gaze, you knew that feeling all too well, you weren’t exactly a people person either. 

“Sure, I’d like that.” you said, sliding off the bar stool, and he looked almost surprised that you agreed to go with him. 

“O…Okay..” he got up and offered you his hand a little awkwardly, which you reached out and took. 

His hands were huge compared to yours, his skin warm to the touch as he laced his fingers together with your own. It had been so long since you held hands with a guy that you couldn’t even remember the last time you had. 

You were both almost to the door, weaving your way through the people when Jensen’s deep voice cut through the crowd surprisingly close to you. 

“Steve! Where are you going man? I thought you were going to sing with me?” 

Steve stopped in his tracks, the both of you turned around slowly. He was literally grabbing distance from the door, you had almost made it out unnoticed, but almost wasn’t good enough, and Jensen had caught him.

Standing less than three feet behind Jensen was Kasey and Ashely, staring at you wide eyed like you’d lost your damn mind or something. Jensen noticed your hands linked together and smirked at his friend. 

“It’s cool though if you need to leave man, I can get Jared to sing with me, don’t worry about it. He owes me anyway.” Jensen said, backing up a few steps. Steve seemed to take a deep breath of relief.

“Yeah, I really don’t feel like the whole drinking  thing tonight.” Steve said, both men were having to yell over the music as it started up, and now Kasey and Ashely were really staring at you. 

Ashely had this huge grin on her face, but Kasey was giving you a strange look, bordering on jealousy maybe?

“Sounds good man, I’ll see you tomorrow at the brewery?” Jensen asks before giving Steve some awkward hand shake thing that guys do. 

You weren’t really paying attention, you were just ready to get out of here. People were pooling in by the minute, and it was even more crowded than it was when you got here. 

With that Steve reached for the door, and you both escaped out into the cool night air. Relief flooded you instantly, thankful to be away from the over crowded bar, and out in the open where you could breath. 

You thought you had expected, and you were almost to Steve’s car when you heard Kasey calling your name.

“Give me just a minute” you tell him and he nods at you, going to lean up against his car to wait for you at a respectable distance. 

“Y/n? What are you doing? Jensen’s in there? You don’t have to leave with Steve just to get in good with Jensen. Just tell him it’s your birthday or some shit. Why are you leaving with him when you have Jensen Fucking Ackles right there?” 

You looked at her dumbly for a moment. You couldn’t believe you she had really just said that to you, and judging by the look on Steve’s face when you glanced back over your shoulder, and the way he was kicking the gravel around with his shoes instead of looking at you, you figured that he’d heard her to.

You opened your mouth and closed it a few times before deciding that you didn’t owe such a shallow person an explanation. 

“You know what Kasey, you should go back in there with Ashely, she’s probably looking for you.” 

Turning on your heels before she could respond you walked the short distance back over to where Steve was standing. Shoving the anger boiling just below the surface down further. It wasn’t his fault fans of Jensen could be ass holes when he was on the property. Steve didn’t deserve your bad mood, just because your friend was being a bitch.

“Are you ready to go,” you asked him? He looked up at you, then back down at his feet, chewing on his lip a little before answering you.

“You don’t have to come you know, if you’d rather stay with Jensen and your friends that’s fine.” 

He seemed colder than he was only a few minutes ago inside the bar, and for a moment it confused you. 

“What do you mean? I don’t give two shits about following a married man around a crowded bar all night.” 

Steve stood up a little straighter shaking his head. 

“It’s fine, really, I’m used to it, you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to.”

Looking back at the bar, then back to Steve who was avoiding looking you in the eye it hit you. 

Settling your nerves again, because a forward person isn’t normally what you are, you close the distance between the two of you, wrapping your arm around his neck, and pulling him down to you, bringing your lips to his. 

For a moment he didn’t kiss you back like he was shocked, and you were worried that this was the part where yet another guy rejected you, until you felt his arm slip slowly around your waist, pulling you closer to him, returning your kiss hesitantly before deepening it, his tongue running over your lip requesting entrance that you granted him, letting him explore your mouth. His tongue dominates yours before he finally breaks the kiss to breathe, and collect his thoughts. 

“I said I want to go with you,” you tell him again, looking deep in his hazel eyes. Your heart was beating so hard you could feel it in your ears.

He nodded after a few seconds, deciding to trust you before opening the passenger side door for you, and making his way around to the drivers side of the car.

You could tell there was a lot more to Steve than meets the eye. There were scars there that he was hiding, old wounds that had obviously gone pretty deep, and healed ugly. You understood that on a lever you didn’t even want to admit to yourself. 

The rest of the night progressed well. He took you to a little Ice Cream shop, the conversation flowed easier between the two of you easier than it had between you and anyone else in a very long time. 

You talked about the past, where he was from, and what all he had done in his career, how he ended up here in Austin. 

You talked about your dreams, your future plans, you talked about failed relationships, and things you wished you could both fix, but couldn’t. 

By the end of the night you felt closer to Steve than you had ever felt to a man. Even though he was a bit older than you, you both had some pretty similar experience that seemed to fix you together, drawing you in, in a way that you really didn’t understand and didn’t want to. 

Before long it was late, around one in the morning. You’d spent most of the night just talking, and it felt amazing. 

Now it was time to go home, and for the first time ever, you didn’t want to say goodbye to him to go and be alone again. 

Steve put the car in park outside of your house, and took a deep breath before getting out of the car and walking you to the door. 

Stopping on the steps you turned and looked up at him, his eyes seemed to fear the exit as much as you did, not wanting to let go of what you’d both unexpectedly found In each other. 

That’s when you decided you didn’t want this to end. For the first time in a long time tonight you were happy, and I’ll be damned if you were going to let this go. 

“You uh.. Wanna come in?” you asked, giving him a shy smile that he returned. 

“Yeah.. I’d like that.“ 

Closing the door behind the two of you, you locked the rest of the world away, telling yourself that you deserve this, that It felt right. 

Steve closed the distance between the two of you, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. His lips found yours in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue easily found yours again as he pulled you into him.

Sliding your jacket off you threw it over the chair, and he followed your lead, grabbing his hand you led him to your bedroom, and shut the door. 

You felt him come up behind you, brushing your hair away from your neck before leaving a trail of opened mouth kisses from your neck up to your jaw line, making his way up to the shell of your ear, his warm breath fanning over your quickly overheating skin. 

You turned around slowly in his arms, unbuttoning his shirt as his lips found yours again, kissing you drunk, sliding his shirt from his shoulders as he backed you towards the bed, unzipping your dress, and letting it fall to the floor. 

His eyes raked over you, meeting your gaze as he ran his fingertips over the exposed skin of your side before reaching around, and unclasping your bra, letting it fall to the floor with your dress. 

"So beautiful,” he whispers to you before his lips find yours again, brushing over yours softly before deepening the kiss, laying you down over the bed and crawling over you. 

His hands trailing over your breast, worshipping your body like no one ever had before him. Dipping his head and taking your exposed nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking lightly, making your back arch into him, a soft moan falling from your lips. 

Reaching down sliding your panties off your body, his hands trailed up your thighs and reaching your aching core, brushing over your clit in soft circles before he pressed two of his ticked fingers Into you, curling them inside of you while his thumb worked against your clit in delicious circles, your hips rolling into his touch on their own. 

Your first orgasm hit you like a title wave. Pure pleasure crashing over your body like waves crashing against sandy shores, your body shaking under him as you came down from you high. 

You don’t know when he did it, you were too lost, but you felt his thick, heavy length against your inner thigh as he positioned himself between your legs, his swollen tip nudging against your dripping center, and his clothes piled on the floor next to your own.

He brushed the hair away from your face and kissed you softly, waiting for you to come back to him. When your eyes meet his, you saw more love and admiration than you’d ever found in anyone’s eyes before. 

“You sure baby, we can stop if you don’t want to do this?”

Shaking your head before your voice would work for you, you brushed your lips against his. 

“I want you Steve.”

Kissing you deeply he sank into you slowly, stretching you as his thick throbbing cock sank into you inch by glorious inch until he was fully seated inside of you, hold himself still as he peppered all the skin he could reach with kisses until you rolled your hips against him, letting him know you were ready for him to move. 

First his rhythm started out slowly, each thrust deep, hitting you the most sensitive places inside of you before nudged against your cervical wall. 

Moans and sweet whispered affections falling from both of your lips as he pulled you both high and higher, every touch burning like under your skin. 

His pace picking up as the coil wound tight in your belly, ready to snap at any moment. 

“Steve." 

"I know baby, I’m right there with you, let go, I gotcha.”

With that the coil snapped, and the strongest orgasm you’d ever experienced hit you hard enough to knock you breathless. 

Your body jerks and twitches under him as he works you through it before his own pace starts to falter, your walls squeezing him tightly, sending him to his own release and milking him for all he could give you as he stills inside you, painting your walls with his seed. 

Finally when you both regained control over your bodies, he lifted the covers and crawled into the bed with you, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you as close as possible to him, kissing your neck and shoulders, nuzzling into you. You fit perfectly against his warm body. 

“Well when we wake up in the morning you will hopefully still be in my arms, and I guess you’re right. Two out of three really ain’t bad.”

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[imaginetrahs]

I

So excuse me, what's your problem?

Why you so mad? You're crazy, babe

Excuse me, you must be out your mind, baby

But you got the right one this time, I

You got me fucked up

- Ro James, Excuse Me

Nalani

Groaning in frustration, I threw my phone on the other side of my bed. Just when I thought everything was going good here comes Noah starting trouble. I don't understand where this sudden animosity came from, it's been 2 months since we've broken up and he needs to let it go.

"Sis you really need to talk to Noah before I do, because if I do there won't be much talking" Kaori said busting into my room. We balance each other out, where she's shoot first and ask questions later I'm ask questions first and then shoot.

"For what? He's entitled to his own opinion, although it's wrong. And if we did talk what would I even say to him?" I responded with much sarcasm because Kaori is never one to tell me to talk to anyone about our problems. Like I said she's shoot first ask questions later.

"Well first you could start by telling him he's a bitch and he needs to grow up. And secondly, if he felt this way why didn't he say something when you guys were dating because if I remember correctly he was once your biggest fan and OFFERED to pay for your studio session even though you told him he didn't need too. I don't know about you but that shit don't rock this way."

I didn't have anything to say because I knew she was absolutely correct. Every time I tried to pay for my studio sessions Noah told he would because I was his girl and it was the least he could do. When I released my first studio album, CTRL, I tried to pay him back for all of the studio sessions but he wouldn't take it because "it wasn't a big deal" so I never pressed it further. But for him to now throw it out in to the world that he "made me" is bullshit.

"Yeah I guess you're right" I said rolling my eyes.

"I know I am. But on to a more serious note, what are we eating for dinner?"

~

For dinner Kaori and I decided to go to Waffle House instead of cooking because honestly neither of us felt like it.

We come here so much that the servers already know our orders. I always get the ham and cheese omelet with double waffles and hash browns while Kaori gets the cheese stake omelet with double chocolate chip waffles and country hash browns which I think is a weird ass combination.

While waiting for our food we talked about important things I have in the future, like tour, photo shoots, and talk shows. Just regular promo for albums and stuff.

"I have a lot of shows to do this week. If you want to come you can but it'll be a lot plus I have a feeling everyone is going to ask me about what Noah said and not my album." I said stuffing my face with omelet.

"Duh, I'm coming with you. You know I don't like being home by myself," Kaori is a 24, almost 25, year old woman who doesn't like being at home by herself and I'll never understand why.

Kaori and I have been best friends since diapers really and when we were younger her parents were rarely home because of work and she always stayed at my house. Then when we got older we moved in together, and I guess over time of her parents being away she developed separation issues but she'll never admit to it. Which is why she sorta goes everywhere with me, even on tour.

"And even if they do, tell them the truth. Don't worry about what people will say because he obviously didn't give a fuck." She said shrugging her shoulders.

By now we've finished our food and we're just sitting here talking to my cousin who just happens to work here.

"I fucking hate working here. Do you see the people that come is here on a daily? Looking any type of way? And did y'all hear about that Waffle House that got shot the fuck up in Nashville? Let that shit happen out here, bet y'all I sue the fuck out this bitch!" My cousin Jay was something else, just loud, ghetto and as extra as they come.

"Jay shut the fuck up you ain't suing shit dummy. Ain't you supposed to be working? Look at you, always doing some shit you ain't supposed to. If anything they gon' sue yo' ass for not fucking working." Here he went and got Kaori started, they can never have a simple conversation without yelling or cussing, like damn shut up.

After a while I tuned them out and let them converse about whatever until Jay had to go back to work. He told us he'd see us later and now it was back to being just me and Kaori again.

"You good? You ready to go?" I was started to get tired and I knew it was the itis so I told her yeah but as soon as I was about get up she stopped me.

"Don't flip out but Aaron just walked in." She told me this like I was supposed to care.

"Okay and? What does that have to do with me leaving?" I really didn't see how any of this was my problem. I don't care about him or Noah. Quite frankly I'm tired of hearing and saying his name.

"What do you mean "okay and" you know if Aaron is here then Noah isn't too far behind. You know they're damn near attached at the hip." That statement was 100% true, wherever Noah went Aaron went and vice versa, kind of like me and Kaori.

"Well I'm not worried about them. If it's that big of a deal we can leave out the other doors, I'm just starting to get really tired and I want to go home." Kaori nodded her head and we got up getting ready to leave out the other doors, when I heard someone walk up behind me.

"Wassup y'all?" None other than Aaron himself had walked up.

So much for leaving around them.

#black girl oc #noah centineo fanfic #noah centineo imagine #noah centineo imagines #noah centineo

[iamkatehardy]

You Rock My World (Tom Hardy x Reader) - Pt 1

Requests: @jenavecia : Yay!! Would you be willing to write about Tom and a insanely talented and famous rock star? Would love for her to be a bit temperamental with those around her and for him to know how to handle her. Smut and fluff are highly favored 😊 , @thisisjeany: Smut with Tom Hardy himself please. Nr 106 🖤,  Anon : "Lets Ruin The Friendship" with Tom Hardy please , Anon: Could you do one where Tom dates a singer/actress? Like doing press with her or red carpets or even like going to one of her concerts. I think that would be cute 😭 thank you!

Warnings:  Cursing

A/N: This is just a taste of what’s about to come! But I really wanted to share it, although it’s not long! Fluff and Smut will come soon! (Already working on it!)

 You Rock My World

The meaning of time off had been long forgotten by you. Since your band became worldwide famous and your songs became ubiquitous on the radios everywhere, awakening an almost unparalleled fever, you had been working fairly nonstop hit after hit, album after album, tour after tour. Despite being considered young in comparison to the biggest rockstars in the game, you had already earned every award possible during your career, but you felt like your potential didn’t stop there. You were one of the most magnetic, enigmatic, charismatic artists on stage, that was for sure, but you were also moved by an unmatchable passion for creation, which made you a damn genius composing, writing and producing.  When a proposal had been made for composing a movie soundtrack, you didn’t even blink; there was a special place in your award shelf, waiting to be filled with an Oscar and you thought it was the perfect opportunity to go for it.

It had been a long time since you last visited London. Although you had a house and a studio there, you rarely stayed in the same place more than a week, because of work. It was good to be back. You had studied and lived there for several years; even just the lights and the smell of the city brought memories of happy times. Your return hadn’t been planned all along, though; it had been just the result of the annoyance that the dozen unanswered mails and calls to the film director caused. Patience is not inexhaustible, especially when we are talking about temperamental rockstars.

When the director saw an Aston Martin V12 with tinted windows, in accordance with your extravagant taste, he remembered the emails and calls he entirely ignored in the previous weeks and imagined the hell would break lose, as soon as you stepped in the filming sites.

With a rather neutral expression on your face, you got out of the car, walking slowly to the studio.  Taking a deep breath, you dumped all your stuff on the table of the common room, before you placed the hands on your hips. At one point you saw an assistant and snapped your fingers a couple times to get her attention.

“I need to see the director.”

“He’s busy right now, but I’ll give him the message, miss.”

“Busy. Right.” – You paused, your brows furrowing, as you scratched the back of your head. – “I’m going to sit right there.” -  With a stiff gesture, you pointed to the sofa. – “If he doesn’t see me in five minutes, then the message you’ll give him is that he needs someone new to make the soundtracks, from scratch, because I’ll be taking the ones I’ve finished so far.”

The assistant swallowed hard and nodded, before disappearing in the hall.

With a sigh, you spread yourself across the sofa, taking your leather jacket off and displaying parts of your heavily tattooed body, earning you side looks from some of the people passing by. Your eyes followed every person who shot you a nasty look, glaring fiercely at each one of them.

The director finally joined you; the big cynical smile on his face made you want to break his teeth, even more than you did before.

“(Y/N), what a pleasure!”

“Oh, I bet it is…” – You took your time to get up and come closer. – “Listen,  I’m not a sybaritic, reckless , party animal, contrary to popular belief. Stop treating me as if I was a fucking careless junkie or something like that, because I’m not.  I had to move heaven and earth, to make time to work on this, so please, respect my time, my work and all the years of preparation I had on the Royal Academy; I’m not fucking around. The prejudice against people of my musical genre is too deeply rooted in those small minds… I know it’s easier to devalue me because of what I look like and your misconceptions of people like me than acknowledging the value of my work and the person I really am, but please, if we’re working together, at least try.”

After endless  hours of recording, Tom took a break, using the common room to sit and rest a little bit. He wasn’t sure of what going on, but he loved to witness the director, who had been making his life a hell from the very beginning, being kicked in the ass by you.

“(Y/N), it’s not like that…”

“Don’t try and pull the wool over my eyes. From this moment forth, I’ll be working here. Or in my studio, but in London, so you can’t ignore me anymore.” – You gathered up a massive pile of papers you had put on the table and gave it to him. – “Anyway, here are the sheets I have so far. Just let me know what you think, once you take a look at them”

The look of complete discomfort on his face was priceless; he obviously was no idea how to work with sheets, but he was also too proud to ask for the recordings and you were too annoyed to give them to him without hearing him politely asking. With another cynical smile, he left to his office.

“Fucking arrogant prick.” –Cursing under your breath, you grabbed the rest of your stuff from the table.

“Yeah, he is.” – Tom involuntarily answered, rubbing his face with his palms.

“So, it’s not just me? Thank you!” – You came closer, mockingly shaking his hand.

“I’m Tom, by the way.” – He gave you a warm smile and you could feel your own lips slightly quirking upwards in response.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” – Rolling your eyes, you chuckled. – “I know who you are, ok? But in case it’s not mutual, I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you. I’ve got work to do and I suppose you do too, so we don’t have time for further introductions right now, but you can always Google me, if you’re interested.” – You shrugged, giving him a teasing wink.

His mouth was slightly agape and his tongue moved slowly over his lips, dazed by your sassiness and beauty. Suddenly he got dizzy and tried to steady himself by grabbing the arm of the couch, taking a deep breath and looking at it as if it was a mile away; he was white as sheet and his trembling hands tried to clean the small beads of sweat that trickled down his temple.

“Are you ok?” – Squatting in front of him, you looked up into his face and he just nodded weakly in response. You rose and got him a glass of water with some sugar, then squatted in front of him again. – “Take this, drink slowly.”

Unable to say a word, he just looked at you with his big glistening eyes. He didn’t really want to show weakness, but he was unable to control his body at that moment; his shaking hands took the glass and he drank slowly.

“Maybe it’s your body saying you need some rest, it happens to me whenever I work too much.” – You sat before him, on the floor, rubbing his knee reassuringly and giving him a faint smile.

After he finished the water, you put the glass aside and took his hands, rubbing tiny circles with your thumb.

“Now… Exhale deeply.” – You exhaled completely, making a big whoosh sound with your mouth.

He shook his head with a few soft chuckles escaping his throat.

“I’m fucking serious; it will make you feel better!” – You never giggled, but this time you giggled to yourself, at the silly, sweet sound of his chuckles.

“Ok, ok, boss!” – Following your instructions, he exhaled loudly.

“Inhale through your nose, slowly, while counting until four.” – Rubbing his hands, you observed him tenderly. – “Great, now, hold your breath, counting until seven and then exhale as you count until eight.”

“This does feel good, actually.” – Hoping it would get rid of the strangling stress, he kept breathing slowly, in and out.

“Are you feeling better now?” – Tilting your head, you gazed into his face and brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes.

“Yes.” – Before he opened his eyes, he took another long deep breath, squeezing your hands on his. – “Thank you.” – He nodded and blinked slowly.

“Do you want me to take you home?” – You got up, still holding hands with him.

“No, I don’t want to bother you any longer.” – He absentmindedly rubbed his thumb on your knuckles, giving you a broad smile. – “I’ll get a ride from one of these guys, if I don’t feel well enough to drive.”

“Is it because I like speeding? I promise I’ll behave myself, Mr. Hardy!” – You tried to keep a solemn face, but you couldn’t suppress the laughter for much longer.

“Actually, I like speeding too. I’m a little crazy, underneath this.” – He pulled a face and made a hush sign, with his finger over his delectable lips. – “I just don’t want to delay you.”

“Suit yourself.” - You raised your arms in the air in defeat and then gave him a business card, with a number written on the behind – “If you need anything…”

“What a subtle way to give me your phone number.” – He smirked.

“Subtle? I don’t even know what that means, Tom. I think it was quite straightforward.” – Smirking back, you shrugged and turned on your heel, allowing your hair to flow freely as you left the room.

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[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

Outside The Rain - Harry Styles Series (Part 10)

Part 9

You were back in LA because you were needed in the studio to finish the album. Your group was so close to finishing it and announcing you coming back. Everyone had already decided on a single and it was going to be released in a few days, something none of you had announced yet. It was going to be a secret drop in the middle of the night. 

And you had a pop up performance in about a week, which wasn’t going to be announced until the day before the performance. The day after tomorrow you would be on set filming the music video and you couldn’t wait. The concept was going to be super fun and it still didn’t feel real that you and the girls back together again making music. 

Speaking of the girls, as soon as you got back from Italy, they hounded you about what happened with Harry and you being in the same place. Daisy, of course, called it that you two would finally get together. That was something else that didn’t seem real. The fact that you were now, not only in a relationship, but happy in a relationship was something new to you. 

Since Harry went back to London after Italy and you went back to LA, you two have been texting or video chatting as much as you can with the time difference and your schedules. So far everything was going great, but it was still the beginning. However, you knew you needed to stop worrying and thinking negative thoughts or else they would happen. 

Once you got the details for the upcoming show, you were going to invite him out to LA for it. He knew about the new album, but that was about it. You were currently at home, cooking yourself some dinner, while going over the final details you would need for the video shoot and the photoshoot for the single cover. 

You were dancing around your kitchen when you heard your iPad ringing. You turned down your music before answering it and Harry popped up on the screen. 

“There you are,” he smiled. “What are you doing?” 

“Hey, I’m finishing up dinner,” you said. 

“I bet it’s going to be delicious,” he said. 

“It better be,” you laughed. “I’m starving.” 

“How’s everything going with the album?” He asked. 

“It’s going,” you said. “We’re about one or two songs from being finished with it. We’re filming the music video for the single in two days and tomorrow we’re doing the single cover.” 

“And I still can’t hear the song?” He groaned. 

“Nope! You’re going to hear it the same time as everywhere else,” you smirked. 

“And here I thought hearing your music first would be a perk to being your boyfriend,” he pouted. 

“Hey, I told you about the album and no one knows about that yet,” you said. “Or that we’re having an pop performance after the single is released.” 

“Wait? What?” He said. “Hold up, when is this happening?” 

“From now... about a week or so,” you said. 

“And is this just going to be for the single or-” he asked. 

“Full concert,” you said. 

“And you’re just now telling me this!” he said. “I need to know these things, so I can be there!” 

“Is this fanboy Harry or boyfriend Harry coming out?” You joked. 

“Both,” he said. 

You laughed,”It’s going to be at the Staples Center.” 

“You’re gonna get me in, right?” He joked.

“I mean... I’ll try,” you smirked. 

“Hey! You know you want me there,” he smirked. 

“That I do,” you smiled. “We haven’t finalized a date or time yet, but we mostly just have to sign on some dotted lines.” 

He nodded, “Sounds good. I’ll be booking my flight soon.” 

“How’s everything going on with you?” You asked. “And isn’t it like super late over there?” 

“I’d like to say super early seeing as how it’s almost 3am,” he said. 

“It’s only super early if you woke up,” you pointed out. “Have you been to bed yet?” 

“Nope,” he yawned. “I went out with Gemma and her boyfriend and some of our other friends. Then we all hung out here for a bit. They just left not too long ago. Since I was up, I thought’d I call my favorite girl.” 

“Aww, aren’t you sweet,” you smiled putting your food onto a plate. 

“But to answer your first question,” he said pushing his hair back. “Everything’s going great. I’ve got some things lined up to get the process of releasing my next album, but haven’t really picked a release date yet.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” you said. “You want to get upset with me for not letting you listen to my album, but you are also keeping your album from me.” 

“Ever think it’s because you’re keeping your album from me,” he smirked. 

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever.” 

“You hated it when I’m right,” he smirked. 

“Whatever,” you repeated taking a bite of your food. 

He laughed, “As much as I love talking to you, I should probably let you go so you can eat and I can go to bed.” 

“Yeah, you need to catch up on some beauty sleep,” you smirked. 

“Don’t be fucking rude,” he scoffed. 

“Oops,” you giggled. 

“Anyway, I’ll talk to you later,” he yawned. 

“Yep, I’ll send you all the details once I get them,” you said. 

“Sounds good,” he said. “Night, baby.” 

“Goodnight,” you smiled. 

He blew you a kiss and you returned the favor before you both ended the call. You put your iPad down, turned up your music once more, and went out to your back patio to finish what was left of your dinner. 

**

It was the day of the music video shoot and the set was everything. You all had decided on going with a retro roller-skate storyline and while it was going to be fun, it was also super hard. Everyone had spent the last few weeks learning and perfecting all the choreography on roller-skates. And yes, it was dancing on skates as well. 

The set was inside a rink that had been decorated with bright neon lights, a disco ball, and tons of colors. Before hair and makeup, you each put on a pair of skates and did run-throughs on the skates, so everyone was comfortable prior to filming. 

“So, what happens if one of us breaks our neck?” Daisy asked. 

“Now why the fuck are you putting that out there into the universe? Like why?” you said turning a corner. 

“Because we’re the same group of girls who fall at least once on stage every night and that’s not on wheels,” she defended. 

“Will you shut up!” You groaned going backwards. 

“I’m just saying,” she held up her hands. 

“Quit saying it,” you laughed.

Once you all were comfortable with everything, you went straight to hair and makeup and changed into your first outfit of the day. When you were ready to go, you went to set and waited until the director was ready. While you were waiting, you took a some behind the scenes footage for when you would be building up to the release of the music video. 

“How are you feeling about everything?” Rachel asked you. 

“Great,” you smiled. “It’s amazing being back at with everyone. It’s like we never took a break.” 

“I know,” she smiled. “This really feels right. I’m glad we didn’t try to do this at a different time. I don’t know if it would have been like this.” 

“Me either,” you smiled wrapping your arms around her. 

“Everyone on set!” The director shouted. 

**

By the time you were on your way home, your entire body ached. You wanted nothing more than some dinner and a hot bath before you fell asleep for the next sixteen hours. It was quite late when you pulled into your driveway having been on set for more than half the day. Even though it was hard and tough on your body, you knew the end product would be amazing. 

Plus, you also had fun, but you won’t be going skating for a long ass time. You opened your door and went inside. You had picked up take out on the way home, so you didn’t have to worry about cooking. You sat down on the couch, turning on the TV and started eating away. Halfway through your food, your doorbell rang. 

You instantly froze wondering who it could be at this time of night. It wasn’t like it was super late, but definitely late enough for people to just drop by your house. You turned the camera on and saw nothing but a huge bouquet of flowers with legs. Now, you knew something was up. 

No florist would be making midnight deliveries. It wasn’t until the person moved the the flowers a little bit that you realized it was your boyfriend. Forgetting about the ache in your legs, you quickly rushed over to the door. 

“What are you doing here!?” You asked happily. 

“Well, I was in the neighborhood,” he joked. 

“Oh shut up!” you laughed. “Now, put the flowers down. They’re beautiful, but I really want to wrap my arms around you right now.” 

He laughed walking inside, placing the flowers onto a table nearby and taking you into his arms. 

“I can’t believe you’re here!” you smiled wrapping your arms and legs around him. 

He laughed placing his hands at your sides. He pressed his lips against yours and you melted in his arms. It had only been a few weeks since you last felt his lips against yours, but in that moment it felt like years. 

“God, I’ve missed you,” he mumbled. 

“I missed you, too,” you smiled. “What brought on this surprise visit?” 

He walked over to the couch, you still in his arms and sat down, “Other than wanting to see my girlfriend after a few weeks, I wanted to be with you when you dropped your single and everything that comes after that. Especially, since I’ll be traveling for a bit after it.” 

“Oooh, you’re not going to be seeing your other girlfriends are you?” You joked. 

“Not a chance,” he laughed. “You’re my only angel.” 

“You did not just quote your own song,” you laughed. 

“Now see, wouldn’t it just be me quoting me? I did write those lyrics,” he said. 

“About another girl,” you pointed out. 

“Right... yeah, I fucked up didn’t I?” He laughed. 

“A little bit, but I forgive you,” you laughed. 

“Good,” he smiled kissed your cheek. 

“Want some pizza?” You asked. 

“Sure,” he nodded. “Did you just get home?” 

“I did,” you said. “My entire body hurts like hell.” 

“God, what did you do for the video?” He laughed. 

“Let’s just say it involved skates,” you said. 

“Interesting,” he said. “Any footage for me?” 

“Eh, maybe later,” you smiled. “Right now I just want to finish this pizza and take a nice hot bath.” 

“Do I get to join?” he asked. 

“Well, that is sort of our thing,” you smirked. 

“That it is,” he smirked pressing his lips against your before grabbing a slice of pizza. 

**

Once the entire pizza was gone, you and Harry headed to your room. You went into the bathroom, turning on the water and adding in a bath bomb. You grabbed two towels and threw your hair up, so it wouldn’t get wet. Harry wrapped his arms around you from behind placing his chin on your shoulder. He kissed your neck as he pulled on the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. 

He wrapped his arms back around you, “You’re beautiful.” 

You giggled turning around in his arms, leaning up to press your lips against his.  His hands moved up and down your back as he deepened the kiss. He snuck his fingers under the band of your bra before unfastening it and pulling it down your arms. You unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it down his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. 

You ran your hands over his chest, pulling on his necklace gently. He smirked picking you up and placing you on the counter of the bathroom. You wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him closer to you. 

“I hate to waste water,” he whispered. “But I don’t think I can wait.” 

You giggled reaching down to unbuckle his belt, “Well you better go turn off the water before we waste even more.” 

He reluctantly removed himself from you to go over and turn the faucet off. Before he came back, he made a quick pit stop to his bag to grab something. 

“I made sure to stock up this time,” he smirked walking back inside.

“My hero,” you joked. 

“Shut up,” he laughed. 

“Come here,” you giggled pulling him back down for a kiss.

**

A few hours later, the sunrise shined into the room. You woke up with one of Harry’s arms around you and the other was behind his head. You rolled over onto his chest and laid your hand over his heart feeling it beat beneath. You smiled to yourself knowing you could wake up next to him every morning. You knew it was still super early in the relationship to think about this, but how would you two go about moving in with the other. 

Harry mostly lived in London, while you lived mostly in LA. Now, granted with your careers, you essentially could live anywhere and then travel for work if need be, but it would still be a bit decision. However, you couldn't or shouldn’t worry about that right now because that would be something you only needed to think about when the time came. 

You heard Harry mumbling something causing you to giggle. You looked up at him and his eyebrows were a bit furrowed. You leaned up kissing his cheeks and the side of his mouth. Every inch you moved, your body was feeling the consequences of both the video shoot and your night with Harry. You worked your way down his neck and it was then when you felt his arms tighten around your waist. 

“What are you doing?” He laughed. “Don’t you see I’m trying to sleep here?” 

“Are you really complaining?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Never,” he smirked. “You can kiss me anytime.” 

“Don’t mind if I do,” you smirked. 

“On one condition, though,” he said. 

“And what’s that?” You asked. 

“One song,” he said. “Just let me hear one song. It doesn’t even have to be an entire song.” 

“That’s bribery” you gasped. 

“Eh,” he shrugged. 

“You’re impossible,” you laughed. 

“Nope, just want to hear what my girl has been working on,” he smirked. 

“Fine, you’ll hear one song as soon as I hear one song,” you smirked. 

“Now, that’s bribery,” he pointed out. 

“Potato, potato,” you said. 

“That doesn’t even fucking make sense,” he laughed. 

“Whatever,” you said. “So, what’s it gonna be Styles.” 

“Fine, fine, fine,” he said. “But first, breakfast. I’m starving.” 

“Is that your way of telling me you want me to cook us breakfast?” You asked. 

“I’ll cook,” he said rolling you over onto your back. “What are your plans today?” 

“Nothing,” you laughed. “I can barely move.” 

“So, Netflix and chill?” He smirked. 

“Sounds perfect,” you giggled. “I’m really glad you’re here.” 

“I am, too,” he smiled.

“Thank you for coming,” you smiled moving hair from his face. 

“Anytime, baby,” he whispered. “Now, pancakes or waffles?” 

“Waffles,” you smiled. 

“Coming right up,” he smiled kissing you quickly before rolling out of bed. 

You smiled to yourself as you watched him leave the room. In a little over twelve hours, your single would be dropping and your boyfriend was here with you. You couldn’t ask for anything more. 

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[edgeofmyniall]

i know i posted chaper two a couple of days ago but i wrote part one of chapter 3 and idk when i’ll have a chance to post this so here!! let me know what you think! also i’m trying a new header thing with each chapter and what it pertains to

Part One

My phone screen illuminated my dark bedroom. It was 4:48 a.m., and I could hardly sleep, only tossing and turning the entire night, my stomach in knots. It was early Friday morning, and less than five hours until Niall pulled into my driveway. I hated this feeling, a feeling of left wanting more-of feeling almost empty since Niall left the office. I couldn’t shake him. His eyes were there when I closed mine. I replay the memory of his laugh over in my mind. How is it that his laugh feels so safe, so comforting like home when I barely know him?

I close my eyes, trying to coax myself to sleep, but instead of dormancy, it’s almost as if Niall was here, lying next to me. His hand cups my cheek, pulling my face towards his. Why is he here?

“Bet ya missed me. I mean it’s only been 5 hours and 32 minutes since I last texted you. Obsessed much?” His laugh fills the silent room with such warmth that I crack a smile. The white sheets almost look ghostly against his tanned skin. “We got a long day ahead of us, why don’t ya just go back to sleep. Ya packed everything except what you need for the ride, c’mere.”

His hand grabs the arch of my neck and pulls me close to his naked body. And suddenly I realize I’m naked too...and I’m okay with it. I wrap my arm around Niall’s torso, burying my face into his chest-his chest hair tickles my nose. I breathe in his lingerings of his cologne. I shudder. His lips plant a gentle kiss on my forehead as I close my eyes. This is it. This is what love feels like.

I jerk my eyes open. My hands grab the soaked collar of my t-shirt that I slept in. I’m still clothed. It was a dream, just a dream.

A dream that had both me and Niall completely naked in. I rub my forehead with the palm of my hands, hoping it will wipe that delusion away. He’d never go after a girl like me. A big girl.

I grab my phone to see what time it is. 6:37 a.m. I groan as I pull myself to an upright position. I rub the back of my head as my feet touch the cold hard wood floor. I push myself off my bed, still feeling like I haven’t slept as I turn on the desk lamp. I might as well run a few more errands before leaving. God knows when I’ll be back.

The patter of my footsteps echo through the room as I walk towards the bathroom. I need to shower to wake me up before I head out to whatever grocery store is open at this god awful hour.

The shower squeaks before ice cold water spurts out of the fossit. I pull the metal tab letting the water flow through the shower head. I pull the curtain to letting the water heat up. I wonder if he’s up, I think as I begin to brush my teeth. I close my eyes as I continue to go on with my morning routine. I can see Niall perfectly as he sits on the toilet waiting to brush his teeth. He gets up and wraps his arms around my hips as he begins to sing some love song in my ear. I open up my eyes, and I look up in the mirror, seeing a white girl with a white foamed mouth standing there alone.

LA in the early morning hours is some kind of Twilight Zone shit. Most people are just now coming home from club hopping, having a one night stand, or passing through as they travel wherever they intend to. For some reason, every person needed to come to Ralph’s.

I push my cart down the chip aisle when a group of girls, most likely college aged, are grouped together in the aisle,drunk off their asses. They’re chatting away about the night’s activities, and I’m praying they don’t recognize me. I have my black Nike hat tugged low, nearly giving me tunnel vision, but I want to get out of here as quick as I can. I grab a bag of cheddar chex mix and Cool Ranch Doritos, but as I try to turn the other way, one of the girls comes up to me. She’s in a tight red dress and heels. Her makeup is smeared, but she gives me a sweet smile.

“I know I don’t like know you personally, but you’re even prettier in person. You’re like so lucky to have a mom like Ashley. Can I totally get a picture?” I nod and she gets one of her friends to snap a picture.

“Wait, you’re Ashley Diana’s daughter? Holy shit! I have to tweet about this. Dylan is not going to believe this,” another girl nearly yells. “Can you follow me on Twitter?”

“I actually have to go. I’m trying to write my new album, and I’m only here to grab snacks. But I’ll tell my mom you guys said hi,” I smile. I turn my cart and walk straight towards the wine aisle. I’m going to need it to get through this day. As I turn from the chip, I can still hear the girls talk loudly about our interaction.

-

I’m sitting on my couch when I hear Niall up, and for some reason, maybe a nervous tick, I smooth my top. I had gone to Ralph’s in yoga pants and a t-shirt, but I figured for this road trip, Niall would be dressed casual, not completely homeless so as soon as I got home, I changed into a navy blue and white striped shirt and dark washed jeggings. I hear the chirp of Niall’s car locking and his knuckles hitting my front door. I frantically look around and see that I should have straightened up my living room. My shoes, clothes, and odd things still are scattered everywhere. Fuck, it’s too late.

I get up and open up the door to see Niall leaning on the door frame, his fingers hanging in the air where he was tracing the chip in my door where my wreath was.

“Door hangers, huh?” he smiles. He’s dressed in dark blue shorts and a white shirt. His black sunglasses are still sitting on his face as he takes me in. The corner of his mouth slides up as he waits for me to say something. I feel somewhat self conscious. I hope my boobs are falling out of my bra. I give them a quick look; we’re good.

“I- uh...Ya ready?” I ask, my mind totally blank. I’ve never been like this, totally vacant as to what to say. Normally I never shut up, I over share and end up embarrassing myself, but around Niall, I can’t speak.

“Born ready. Where’s your bags?” His eyes dart towards my luggage that’s parked at the end of my couch. He begins to dart past me, but I catch it.

“I’ll bring them right out. I gotta grab the snacks anyways,” I turn around, my palms sweating. I don’t like this. I grab my multiple bags and begin to walk out of my apartment. I double check the overflowing food bowl I’ve left for Lucky. Niall stuffs my suitcase into the trunk of the black Range Rover as I lock up my apartment.

“Ya pack yer bathing suit?” Niall asks as he opens up my door. I slide in, grabbing the snacks from Niall to sit them between my legs.

“Yeah along with my stranger danger whistle,” I smile. Niall chuckles and I hear him call me a smart ass as he closes the door. Niall’s car is new. The leather is clean and in pristine condition, like we’re the first ones to ride in it. Suddenly I feel inadequate and almost ashamed of my car.

Niall climbs into the car, and as we pull out of my driveway, he nods towards my mustang.

“Is that yers?” He sounds almost interested. The sun shines on her silver exterior.

“Yeah, I’ve had it since my sixteenth birthday. It’s a ‘98” I’m short with my answer. My car doesn’t have heated and cooling seats.

“Nice. After the nineties they made them more muscle cars than sport. I like it. Very, um, vintage.” I roll my lips together suppressing my smile as Niall puts on music.

The sun is sitting in my line of vision as we get on  the highway. Niall glides in and out of traffic as I rummage through my purse to find my sunglasses. As soon as I put them on, the sun rays are less alarming. Thank God for polarization.

“What kind of sunnies are those? It’s looks like a record is on the front.” Niall’s eyes dart back to the road. His left hand is on the steering wheel, thumbing to the beat of the music as his elbow is resting on the center console. With the sun beating on him, he looks like an angel.

“That’s because they are. They’re Maui Jim’s and apparently they’re one of a kind. They’re heavy though.” We’ve barely gotten out of LA when my stomach rumbles, alarming everyone in the car that I haven’t had breakfast.

“Ya hungry, cause I’m starving,” Niall zooms out of the fast lane as he sees a billboard for a local twenty-four hour breakfast diner. He elbows my arm gently.“What’s yer favorite pancake?”

I see the same billboard. “Any Way You Want Pancake House--That’s the way YOU like it”

“Peanut butter chocolate chip pancakes,” my stomach is knotting at our touch. He eyes me, almost suspicious as to why peanut butter belongs on pancakes. He arches an eyebrow.

“Let’s see if they have any peanut butter there.”

#Think About Us #Niall au #niall fc #niall fanfic #Niall horan #niall #niall horan au #niall horan fic #niall horan fanfiction

[astralgloss]

im a curious meanie so 1-134 muhahaha you get to relive the hell i just went through

etab i haTE U

1: Name

my name is marit lol but please just keep it mar

2: Age

i am 17 but i’ll b 18 in 2 months!!!!

3: 3 Fears

the dark, complete and utter loneliness, and clowns

4: 3 things I love

books, forest fruit tea, the sound of rain

5: 4 turns on

a nice smile that reaches the eyes, a nice smell, having a dog ngl, a soft touch

6: 4 turns off

extreme arrogance, insisting to pay for my meal if i want to pay bc its “what a man should do”, forcing lifestyles on me, not caring about my interests

7: My best friend

she does have tumblr but idk it but hey demi if u ever see this ur the bomb.com

8: Sexual orientation

im bi fam

9: My best first date

my bf and i went to amsterdam to go shopping and he followed me everywhere (even the bookshop even though he hates books) and idk i just love him it was a nice day

10: How tall am I

im 1,65m or 5′4″ but i can and will kick ur ass

11: What do I miss

nothing really??

12: What time was I born

ok so i asked my mom and she said i was born on a tuesday at exactly 12pm but i bet she’s lying

13: Favorite color

yellow!! im basic!!

14: Do I have a crush

well i sure hope so @ boyfriend

15: Favorite quote

to the stars who listen, and the dreams that are answered

16: Favorite place

my bf’s house tbh, specifically his bed

17: Favorite food

pizza, specifically the hot chicken one from ny pizza

18: Do I use sarcasm

nah fam (ofc i do im a little shit)

19: What am I listening to right now

god is a woman by ariana grande

20: First thing I notice in new person

how they look at other people when those people don’t notice it

21: Shoe size

38/39 idk the other size lol sorry 

22: Eye color

its blue but it changes with my mood (oh my god im so sorry im kidding please don’t hate me)

23: Hair color

im a blondie

24: Favorite style of clothing

sth casual but also a bit towards the punkish style, but i also rlly love looking tiny and soft and cute lol

25: Ever done a prank call?

ok so there’s this hotline for kids who have troubles with their parents and families but it was a shit hotline tbh so once i called it up with my friends pretending i was crying and the man on the phone asked me what was wrong so i told him that all my friends had fire type pokemon and i only had grass type pokemon and they kept beating me and i didnt know what to do and then man was so confused it was funny af

27: Meaning behind my URL

idk man i wanted a name that could b easy to remember and i was inspired by ridgeport tbh

28: Favorite movie

the perks of being a wallflower

29: Favorite song

Fav song atm is anything from p!atd's newest album and my fav song of all time is probably train of consequences by megadeth

30: Favorite band

megadeth lol

31: How I feel right now

pretty good but also annoyed bc i have to go to work in half an hour :(

32: Someone I love

my bf

33: My current relationship status

if u guys havent noticed by now im taken

34: My relationship with my parents

p ok

35: Favorite holiday

halloween/christmas

36: Tattoos and piercing i have

I have my ears pierced and thats it lol

37: Tattoos and piercing i want

i rlly want a few bookish related tattoos, like a tiny raven, a little lightning bolt, and the city of velaris and then i also rlly want a sleeve tbh but imma be a teacher and idk if i can :/ about piercings: i rlly want a helix or tragus and maybe get second holes in my hearlobes

38: The reason I joined Tumblr

ok so ive been on tumblr for about 5 years and initially it was bc i was Depressed™ and then about a year ago i found out about simblr and i was hooked

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?

tbh i dont even talk to him anymore i dont rlly care about him in any way

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?

yes bih

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?

hes my bf so yea lol

42: When did I last hold hands?

wednesday

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?

about 45 minutes bc im lazy and i keep getting distracted

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?

nope

45: Where am I right now?

in bed lol

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?

either my bf or my best friend

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?

depends on where i am

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?

mom

49: Am I excited for anything?

tbh moving out but thats gonna take a few more years

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

*insert bf here*

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?

every time im at work lol

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?

wednesday

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?

lol bye

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?

nope

55: What is something I disliked about today?

the fact that i have to work a day shift instead of an evening shift

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

my internet friends tbh it’d be cool to meet all the people from my bookish discord or from @booptherat​‘s discord

57: What do I think about most?

what book i should read next

58: What’s my strangest talent?

i can finish a book in about 4 hours

59: Do I have any strange phobias?

not rlly? i hate the whole asmr thing tho ew

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind lol

61: What was the last lie I told?

i dont remember tbh

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

neither lol

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

look im not saying that believing that we’re the only living species in the entire universe is narcissistic, but it is. also dont fuck with ghosts

64: Do I believe in magic?

hell yes

65: Do I believe in luck?

hell yes

66: What’s the weather like right now?

idk probably cloudy and windy

67: What was the last book I’ve read?

fahrenheit 451 by ray bradbury 

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?

nah not rlly

69: Do I have any nicknames?

i guess mar?

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?

when i was 2 i fell from sth and slammed the corner of my eye onto the corner of a table and i couldve been blind but thank god im not

71: Do I spend money or save it?

both 

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?

yup

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?

post it notes

74: Favorite animal?

doggg

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

reading lol

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?

idk man

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?

i gotta feeling by the black eyed peas lol

78: How can you win my heart?

give me a samoyed and a 1000 books

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?

“a boss ass bitch”

80: What is my favorite word?

fuck?

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr

@cubersims​ @imvikai​ @ridgeport​ @cowplant-pizza​ @bloomlet​ @tiptoptab​

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

spend fiddies, pet kitties, hold tiddies

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?

not that i know of lol

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?

the power to choose whatever power i want at any moment

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

“do you like working here?”

86: What is my current desktop picture?

its an august background from @emmastudies​

87: Had sex?

yes

88: Bought condoms?

no

89: Gotten pregnant?

no

90: Failed a class?

yes

91: Kissed a boy?

yup, i’ve been kissing my bf for about 2,5 years now lol

92: Kissed a girl?

yup, i’m living the bisexual dream lol

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?

yes

94: Had job?

yes, im working at a movie theater right now!!

95: Left the house without my wallet?

tbh all the time now that i can pay with my phone

96: Bullied someone on the internet?

yea i used to but that was when i was 12 and i’d like to say that i’ve grown a lot in the past 5 years

97: Had sex in public?

nope

98: Played on a sports team?

yes

99: Smoked weed?

nope, even though i live like 20 minutes away from amsterdam lol

100: Did drugs?

nope

101: Smoked cigarettes?

nope

102: Drank alcohol?

yupppp, i love me some raspberry cider

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?

nope

104: Been overweight?

nope

105: Been underweight?

nope

106: Been to a wedding?

yup

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?

lol all the time tbh

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?

yup

109: Been outside my home country?

yup, however never outside of europe tho

110: Gotten my heart broken?

a few times

111: Been to a professional sports game?

yess, i saw the dutch female volleyball team once!

112: Broken a bone?

nope

113: Cut myself?

yes

114: Been to prom?

we dont do prom in the netherlands lol

115: Been in airplane?

yes

116: Fly by helicopter?

nope

117: What concerts have I been to?

k3 (only dutchies and belgians remember this), one direction, megadeth, and ed sheeran

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?

yupp

119: Learned another language?

i mean im from the netherlands and im fluent in english thanks to myself

120: Wore make up?

yuppp

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?

yes

122: Had oral sex?

lol yes

123: Dyed my hair?

nope

124: Voted in a presidential election?

not old enough to vote :(

125: Rode in an ambulance?

nope

126: Had a surgery?

nope

127: Met someone famous?

nope

128: Stalked someone on a social network?

nope

129: Peed outside?

a few times lol

130: Been fishing?

nope

131: Helped with charity?

yep

132: Been rejected by a crush?

a few times

133: Broken a mirror?

lol yes

134: What do I want for birthday?

some books, money, cake, more books, makeup

#this was A LOT #im done now #no more questions #about me #asks #tiptoptab

[classic-rock-roller]

1. You’re in the studio with your band one day and for this particular song, Daryl came up with the music and Bonham’s phrasing is really hard. “There’s no way I can play this how you wrote it!” “Well you better figure it out quick, I’m not transposing shit for you again.” You leave for lunch and Bonham stays behind to try to figure it out, and when you get back you hear her coughing really loudly. “What’s going on?” you ask. “I remembered that circular breathing is a thing, and then I learned why I don’t do it; it’s because I can’t!” How do you and your band respond?

Me: Are you ok? Daryl stop being an ass and transpose the music for her. 

Daryl: Fine, Jeez!

Erik: What is circular breathing?

Linus wasn’t in the room, he was still shoving his face at lunch. 

2. Your band is getting ready to go onstage one night and Bonham refuses to leave her dressing room. After a while, security unlocks the door for you and you see that she’s in the bathroom. You knock on the door. “You okay in there?” You hear her throwing up heavily, and when she finally catches a breath she chokes out, “Go away!” before it happens again. How do you respond, and what does the band do about the show?

Me: No, I’m not going away, you clearly don’t feel well. Now you better open this door so I can see what’s wrong with you. I’m not leaving you like this. 

We cancel the show and reimburse people because I am not going on without Bonham and I’m not going on with her that sick. 

3. Your band and Crue are sharing a bus for your tour, and Bonham is staying awake talking to Mick when everyone else decides to try to get some sleep. When you wake up, you see that they must have fallen asleep talking, because they’re exactly where they were, and they’re both asleep and leaning on one another. You don’t think anything of it until about 3 days later when a paparazzi photo of them sleeping is on the front of 4 different magazines. “New celebrity couple?” read the headlines. How do you, Bonham, and Crue respond?

Me: They will use anything to sell a magazine won’t they. 

Bonham: I hope Randy doesn’t take this the wrong way. 

Nikki, Tommy, and Vince think it’s hysterical and laugh. 

4. You really want to get a dog but Kevin is vehemently against it. “Why? It doesn’t make sense. All that’s going to happen is it’s going to cost us money and soil the carpet and eat all our food and then die.” Without missing a beat, Bonham says, “You do all that stuff too; we kept you and you don’t hear us complaining.” How does he react and how do you respond?

He’s offended and goes, “I do not.” 

Me: Why can’t we get a dog? Do you want me to get another cat and name it Nikki the third? 

5. Bonham and Randy are over at your house one day and Bonham’s sporting a new tattoo of a heart with a knife through it. “What do you think?” Your 5 year old son Mal comes out and says, “I don’t like that, it’s ugly!” Bonham just kind of frowns, and Randy says, “Kids are like tiny alcoholics, they’re too honest.” How do you and Kevin respond?

Me: Mal! It’s a very nice tattoo, Bonham. I like it. 

Kevin: It is a nice tattoo but Randy does have a point. 

6. You and Bonham stop in to a corner store while on tour and when you walk in, a young girl shouts, “You’re famous!” She has you sign her WA shirt, and then another girl comes up, “I heard, you’re famous, sign this.” Bonham says to her, “You don’t even know us.” The girl says snarkily, “I don’t care, sign it!” Bonham takes it and signs as Kim Kardashian just to spite her. The girl looks at it before handing it to you and says, “Oh my God you’re Kim Kardashian! I just love you!” How do you respond and what do the other store patrons do?

I’d giggle and then sign it with Taylor Swift. “No way you’re Taylor Swift!” The other patrons kind of laugh at how she’s acting and that she has no idea who we are. 

7. Your band is on a plane and flying through a storm on the way to your next venue. There’s an interviewer on the plane and he’s going around conducting interviews with each of you individually. You’re listening in while he’s interviewing Bonham. He asks her, “Are you scared of any aspect of your job?” She smiles and says, “Nope, nothin’.” On cue, the plane is hit by lightning and drops 600 feet straight down. Everyone and everything is fine, but you all are a bit scared. Bonham screamed when the plane dropped, and the interviewer says sarcastically, “Not scared of any aspect of your job? Riiight.” How does Bonham react and how do you respond?

She doesn’t know what to say and I roll my eyes, “Of course we’re all going to be scared of that. You think for a split second you may die. I bet you were worried a bit too.” 

8. Paparazzi photos soon appear in magazines of every member of your band when they’re at their houses and unsuspecting. There’s one of Daryl asleep in his yard, there’s one of Erik up on his roof, Linus in his pajamas, Bonham in sweats and a t-shirt without a bra, and you in one of Kevin’s shirts not wearing pants. The captions all read something to the effect of, “Are the members of War Angel washed up? Have they given up?” You and Bonham are beyond pissed. How do you and your band go about this?

We give an interview and say that we are working on a new album and that these photos are very misleading because they are taken on our days off. 

9. You and Bonham are asked to do a water commercial since your band is really popular. You film it, and when the producer shows you the final cut, it looks great. “All that’s left is some logistical stuff, this will be airing everywhere in a week.” You wait, and in a week, you see the commercial exactly once before it’s nowhere. Bonham calls up the producer. “What the hell?” “Oh, the numbers for that water aren’t doing so hot, so we took the commercial off the air. People are saying you two are too heavy to sell water.” Out of anger Bonham hangs up the phone. Just before she says anything, your phone rings and it’s the producer. You put him on speaker and he says, “The company thinks that your sax player  is dragging the ad down, we want you to come in by yourself to re-shoot it, then we’ll all be happy campers.” How do you respond?

“No, go fuck yourself you arrogant prick. You use the one you have or you shoot with someone else. I’m not interested.” *Click*

10. Bonham is with you when you’re visiting your family in PA, and she’s recently gotten engaged to Randy. Your family compliments her, but once she’s out of the room your mom starts asking you all sorts of questions. “Why don’t you have a ring? When’s Kevin getting you a ring? Are you still together? What’s wrong with him?” Before you can answer, your sister pipes up with, “Yeah, Bonham got a ring and she’s a bitch.” Bonham comes back and sits down just after your sister says that. How do you respond and what do Bonham and your family say?

“What have I talked to you about with your comments? That’s not nice, stop being an ass.” 

Bonham doesn’t say anything but I know she’s pissed. She doesn’t want to go through what happened the last time her and my sister got in an argument. 

11. You’re sitting with Kevin on the couch watching a stand up comedy special. He’s leaning on you and seems to be asleep, but whenever the comic hits a punch line he laughs a little in his sleep. How do you respond?

I have this huge smile on my face because of course he has to be so fucking cute and I try my hardest not to laugh too loud or hard so that I don’t wake him up. 

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1) You and your singer are going on tour with your band and Kevin and Randy are staying behind with the kids. Right before you get on the bus, Randy hugs you tightly and kisses you deeply before saying, “Why are you leaving me again?! Why do I say yes to this?” How do you, Kevin, and your singer respond?

2) On your very first tour with your band, your singer brings this girl with her. When you, Kevin, and Randy ask who it is, she goes, “Oh, this is my high school friend Brit. I promised her a wild trip because she didn’t believe this was going to happen.” The girl looks over at her and goes, “Yes, you did fucker.” How do you, Kevin, and Randy respond?

3) Your singer’s friend has been with you for a couple weeks and helps set up and tear down the stage before and after every show. One day, your singer is trying to do something and her friend screams across the stage, “Come on, BabyCarrot!” Your singer whips around and screams back, “And what exactly do you want me to cum on, hmm?” How do you, Randy, Kevin, and the rest of your band respond?

4) You visit your singer at her serving job and she has just gotten off so she eats dinner with you, Kevin, and Randy. You and her go to the bathroom and find a congregation of her coworkers. They don’t know what to do. Apparently, a little girl locked herself in the bathroom with the broken lock and can't get out. Your singer says, “move,” and shimmies under the door before fiddling with it to get it unlocked. When she opens it, she goes, “Now was that hard?” How do you respond?

5) You’re babysitting Mal and Eddie for Kevin and your singer. You didn’t sleep that well so you’re really tired. Eddie’s sleeping with his head in your lap while watching a movie. You keep dozing off and every time you do, Mal lightly hits your arm and goes, “You’re supposed to be watching us, Auntie Bonham.” He does this one time as Kevin and your singer come through the door. What do you say and how do Kevin and your singer respond?

6) You, Kevin, and your singer are out and your singer is being super pissy to Kevin. You stop at a Starbucks and Kevin looks to your singer and says, “Do you want your iced coffee or are you still being a bitch?” How do you and your singer respond?

7) You and your singer are out for the day and this paparazzi guy constantly follows you. You’ve tried to ignore him but he won’t stop screaming at you for a picture. Finally, you singer goes up to him and poses for a picture and when he least expects it, she grabs his camera before taking off like a bat out of hell and as she passes you she screams, “Come on Bons!” How does the paparazzi guy react and what do you do?

8) Mal’s just turned sixteen and he’s been using the fact that both his parents are in popular bands to get out of doing things. Once your singer finds this out, she gives him a whole lecture on it and at the end, Kevin says, “I would have probably done the same thing at his age.” How do you and your singer respond?

9) After the attempt on your singer’s life, she slowly gets better. She’s still not one hundred percent but you guys have to go on a tour. You want to postpone but she says no. “We have to do it. Just because I suffered a flesh wound doesn’t mean we cancel the whole thing.” Randy pipes up with, “I wouldn't call being shot in the abdomen and thigh a flesh wound.” How do you, Kevin, and your singer respond?

10) Your singer’s friend is still with you guys and your singer and you are getting ready for a concert. Once you’re done, you’re standing with your singer, Kevin, Randy and your singer’s friend. Your singer's friend pulls out her lighter and holds it dangerously close to your singer. She jumps and then punches her, “Knock it the fuck off. You’ve been doing that all day. I really don’t want to be on fire.” How do you, Randy, and Kevin respond?

11) Kevin and your singer want to have a really small wedding with just their family and friends. On the day of the wedding, it’s going smoothly until your singer is about to walk down the aisle, you hear a helicopter. The paparazzi want to get a picture of the newly married couple. The priest is about to start the ceremony when your singer goes, “Can you hold on a second? Thanks.” And then flips the helicopter off with both hands and screams, “Fuck you.” She then turns back to the priest, “Ok, I’m good now.” How do you, Randy, and Kevin respond and what does her family do, especially her mom and sister?

@osbournebemydaddy   your move, Bonham, love               

#tag game #tag war

[thehooliganhangoutspot]

(Submission) Thoughts 💭

Nerd here: I know I’m mad late with this but I read back on the convo here, and I honestly don’t think Bruno is in the illuminati. Yeah I know the music industry is a harsh place, but Bruno loved his mom, why would he sacrifice her? That’s just wild. There’s no proof to back up the sacrifice claims, that’s all hearsay from conspiracy theorist from YouTube and such. Just because a close loved one passed doesn’t mean they was sacrificed. One of my sisters died last year, I bet if I was famous, people would say she was sacrificed too I guess. But of course she’s not. It’s just an unfortunate and very sad thing that happened. Death happens all the time, we all experience people close to us passing it’s heartbreaking and just because someone passed in a celebrity circle don’t automatically mean foul play. Now that doesn’t negate the fact that Hollywood is a shady and cutthroat type of industry, and weird things do happen behind the scenes. That’s true. But the sacrifice thing, I just don’t believe it. Especially with Bruno. Nah, the first thing Bruno did when he got famous was buy his mom a house. He loves his family. Sacrifice is the opposite of that. I respect everyone’s opinion here, but this is how I feel about it. He loved his mom, he would never.

Getting to a new subject, I do feel that Bruno has changed over the years. He’s probably seen things and experienced things that made him this way. Honestly, he changed ever since his mom passed, he’s heartbroken, which is understandable. He’s not as enthusiastic like before. There’s an element of sadness behind his eyes. The passing of his mom is the reason he stopped walking red carpets cuz he doesn’t want to do all those extra interviews. He don’t want to talk. Also all the other things he’s experienced. He had to fire Brandon Creed, Ari is gone, there’s no more Smeezingtons, he doesn’t even talk to his best friend Ryan anymore. A lot of things has happened. That made me think about what he told Cardi, to not let the music business change you. I guess he feels it changed him in a way. I feel that after this era is done, he’s gonna take another long break. And maybe put out a final fourth album (depending on his contract on how many albums he owes Atlantic Records) and after that set up shop and retire. I don’t know, I just have that feeling. Bruno doesn’t seem as excited about this anymore. I HOPE I’m wrong because I LOVE Bruno and his music, and I enjoy it very much. But I just have this feeling in my heart that Bruno is gonna call it quits soon. 😢😔I know he wants to go back to Hawaii, that’s his home. He’s most happy there. I remember in his interviews he would talk about how music is literally in the air in Hawaii, how someone always have a Ukulele ready to jam. And then when he moved to LA, it was a culture shock for him with Billboards everywhere and there was a homeless man taking a shit in a parking space when he first arrived there. Lol. Just the juxtapositions of the two places tells me he’s happier in Hawaii. I kinda feel he’ll go back to being behind the scenes again. Break away from Atlantic Records and start his own Record company. I know he’s already trying to do that with this Gorilla Management thing. I remember he mentioned that there’s literally no record companies in Hawaii. Bruno will probably be the very first person to set up a Record Company there. And recruit acts from the Island as well as from all over the country. He’s already sponsoring students from Hawaii to get a musical education through the Grammy program, I read an article about that a while back. I don’t know, I just got this feeling like that’s the direction he’s gonna take soon in the future. And when the time is right, he’ll probably settle down with someone (Whoever that might be I don’t know) and take them to Hawaii, buy a house in Hawaii, have kids in Hawaii, and raise them in Hawaii. Do everything in Hawaii. Lol. He’s always so happy in Hawaii. (Sigh) I guess I’m rambling at this point (sorry) I could be completely wrong, but those are my thoughts about Bruno. To wrap this up, all the fake woke asses crying and pissin their pants hollering “culture appropriation” cuz Bruno won some awards can go sit down. I know, yeah they feel bad cuz they don’t think Bruno deserve the award. Which is understandable. But damn, they ain’t gotta attack Bruno and go on a rampage, dissing his craft. It’s not his fault he won the award. The Grammy committee voted for him, something he could not control. Ain’t gotta be throwing shade. We not gonna act like Bruno ain’t worked his ass off to get here. How he was snubbed for many awards before. Early in his career, he always got snubbed. You don’t see Hooligans crying. He used to be homeless/broke in Hawaii, dropped from Motown, rejected from American idol, rejected from dozens of labels, faced racism in the industry, wrote/produced hundreds of songs and GRIND his ass off to get here, and I’ll be damned, if I don’t celebrate him FINALLY getting his due and sweeping the Grammys. Especially with the unnecessary hate he’s getting, it’s just gonna make me love him even more. So “fuck all you haters out there hating on Bruno Mars cuz Bruno Mars is the mothafuckin truth!” (I’m quoting Bruno from that interview) Lmao! But yeah, I’m so proud of you Bruno, keep doing you, don’t let anyone dim your light. ❤️Alright, that’s the end of my rant. Sorry for making it so long. Lmao! 😂

#Long post #submission

[wilshipley]

The Bachelor, Season 22, Episode 2

“Tonight on The Bachelor...” skip skip skip once is enough “...it's all coming up tonight on The Bachelor.”

EXTERIOR, PEREGRINE FALCON: Why?

We hear the famous red-tailed hawk scream that lazy foley people have used for decades. Ari's in the scrubby mountains astride an ugly Harley-Davidson P.O.S. and I'm sorry if you like Harleys but seriously they're loud and heavy and don't perform very well and every single one I've seen in town is ridden obnoxiously. We've got a guy here in the Castro who rides a red one and at 2am almost nightly he'll rev his engine again and again for up to a half hour, for no reason except to annoy everyone. It’s not like I’m a motorcycle hater, I rode a Duck for many years but Harleys are just stupid.

EXTERIOR, MANSION: The women toast each other “to love.” Sure, lotta love in this room. We get quick cuts of the women saying they like Ari. This is a huge surprise, HUGE.

Chris calls the hoard inside: “The hope is that just one of you will be Ari's wife.” Wait, so still no polygamy on this show? Jesus, what year is this. “...and that's the craziest thing to say to 21 people sitting before you,” add Chris, apparently overlooking, “I have a spatula and I will spank all your bottoms until you admit the moon landing is fake, you arugula pirates.”

Bekah is looking super perky (enjoy this while you can). Bibiana confessions she wants a date, a big surprise on a dating show about dates. This is Bibiana’s episode so just assume if I elide something it’s a Bibana confessional. Also I have no idea if I’m spelling her name right or anyone else’s also I kinda don’t care?

Hot Mess Chelsea talks about how the producers *cough* I mean Ari gave her a rose last night because she's “a little bit mysterious” which is a funny way to pronounce “CRAY CRAY” but whatever.

Becca K. gets the first date card, all by her lonesome. She is...the publicist? Ok, I'm cheating and reading her title card, because I don't remember anyone but Bekah and the taxidermy gal, who I internally call “girlfriend #1″ and “girlfriend #2″ because I’m a lonely and sad man. I think maybe this Becca is the one who had him propose to her first thing out of the limo?

Ari drives off with Becca on “his” shitty motorcycle. Becca confessionals that she's happy to be paired with a “handsome race car driver” which seems like an oddly specific wish. Like, I've heard of having a type, but if your type is “handsome race car drivers with the IQs of 10-year-olds” then maybe time to rethink priorities.

Hot Mess is asked by the producers (via a proxy contestant) how she feels about Becca getting the motorcycle date. She doesn't disappoint them, “A little jealous...I love putting myself behind something a little bit more powerful than me.” I get she's that trying to sound naughty and exciting here but that construct doesn't make much sense. In what other situations are you putting yourself behind something more powerful than you? I mean, a car is more powerful than you, so do you love it every time you walk up behind your car? What about tractors? Does being behind a tractor get your crank going?

Unbelievably Insane Krystal tells the women that her dad was in a motorcycle accident so she wouldn't be down with going on the ride today and it goes over like a lead balloon in a hospital ward of people suffering from lead poisoning who also are afraid of balloons. One of the assembled women kinda slowly says something like: I...guess...it’s...good...you’re...not...going? because how do you respond to that.

Ari takes Becca to, like, a loft or something they rented out? And introduces her to MEGA-superstar designer Rachel Zoe who I'm sure you've all heard of without googling her because OMG she dresses the stars or something? Becca is supposed to pick out a dress for the evening, from among a ton of very, very sparkly dresses. Rachel Zoe has never met a sequin she didn't like.

After some dress-trying-on Ari tells Becca that she'll get to keep all the dresses and then gives her some spiky Louboutins which even I know are super-goddam-fancy. This is an awesome set-up by the producers — the first woman they pick is a nice, small-town, inoffensive gal it'd be hard for anyone to dislike, and she's getting a classic small-town-gal / “Pretty Woman” scenario without the pesky whoring of the original. Also this sets us up for DRAMA because she's getting like $15,000 or so worth of stuff and I'm now completely convinced the next group date is going to be the women shoveling actual shit (they've done it before!) just to make the other women super jealous.

Ari lies about how much he wanted to spoil her with this date as if he set up Rachel Zoe and paid for the dresses himself, hah hah. Now some Very Serious Dude approaches them with glasses on carrying a briefcase: “Neil Lane sends his regards.” I expect him to shoot them both but instead he gives Becca earrings, which is disappointing but maybe more in tune with the audience. Ari then spends a lot of time brushing her hair away from her ear so the camera can see the earrings that NEIL LANE gave her. Did we mention Neil Lane enough? Because he’s no longer satisfied to just appear at the end of the show with his goddam blood diamond rings. They kiss and he holds her hair back, which is something I usually reserve for...well, not kissing. But those NEIL LANE earrings! They gotta be seen!

Becca totters into mansion full of women the carrying her metric ton of loot and admits she was "more nervous to come back here," which makes sense. But the producers fail to get any catty quotes from the women and actually they all seem kinda excited, so, like, foiled again!

Becca confessionals she's nervous to see Ari again on their evening date. “It's like the butterfly nerves.” I don't know what those are? I've heard of having butterflies and having nerves but not butterfly nerves. Are butterflies known for their nerves? I mean basically they land on flowers and drink sugar water all day. It seems pretty chill.

Ari plies a sparkly necklace onto Becca because apparently she doesn't have enough phat loot. She says, “I was told you can fix my brakes on my car,” and I'm like damn woman how much more do you need here? I've had women literally offer to make sex tapes for me just if I bought them Louboutins. (I declined—I mean, those things are expensive! Oh also I have my pride, ahem, right that too.)

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INTERIOR, MANSION: Literally Insane Krystal gets the date card. She can't stop talking in a combination of up-speak and baby talk and it's so grating I can't believe I'm voluntarily watching this. I would run a mile to avoid her. She also looks to me like she's had a LOT of elective face surgery, because her smile is completely uncanny valley, and that’s a pretty scary thing for a woman in her 20′s. Look, I know there are impossible standards of beauty in our society for women, but when you start cutting up your face and turning it into an hideous plastic mask, well, that’s crazy town.

—

DATE, NIGHTTIME: Becca (we’re still on her date) is telling Ari about her dad's death from cancer because that's super hot. Becca is a nice gal and possibly as simple as Ari, they seem like a fine couple to me. I have nothing mean to say about her, except I think her cross wrist tattoo is dumb but I pretty much don't like any tattoos, so. Somewhere in all this he gives Becca the rose.

Ari tells Becca she gets to keep the earrings (I bet she assumed it at this point, because she’s making out like a damn bandit) and then he pulls a handle in the bizarre loft thing they’re in and confetti flies everywhere because who doesn't end dinner with confetti? That's not at all strange.

—

INTERIOR, MANSION, MORNING: Unbelievably insane Krystal is strutting around the mansion and talking in her baby voice. It sounds like, “Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah.”

She's driven to a plane. “HiiiiIIIiiiIIiiiii. Oh my gooooooooooooosh,” she minces to Ari. (Today she’s flying Air Ari.)

Let's pause here. I've been watching this show “UNreal” which is co-created by an ex-PA from The Bachelor and although it's a bit crazier than the real Bachelor it does show how much the PAs interfere and connive and this whole Krystal thing makes me super uncomfortable because of it.

Krystal has, in my opinion, real personality problems. All my alarms go off with her. So the producers are like, OMG, she feels abandoned by her family, she was an abused kid, she's vulnerable now, she has a huge aching need to be liked, LET'S SEND HER TO ARI'S HOMETOWN TO SEE HIS HOUSE AND MEET HIS FAMILY ON THE FIRST DATE because she'll get nuttily attached and when she gets back she'll be a complete bunny-boiler.

Krystal: “It's crazy to think if I lived with Ari, this...could be my life!” EEEEEEK RUN A MILE DUDE RUN A MILE.

Krystal is just SOOOoOOOoooOOoOOO excited to see his home videos and his photo albums, which are oddly analog (he's not THAT old).

Now they're outside his parents’ house. This is just disgusting me. She meets the whole extended family and she's SO EXCITED OH MY GooOOOOooOOD. Krystal asks the parents, “How did you guys meeettttttt?” and I've never heard anyone drag the final consonant (fricative?) like that I feel like she wanted to do a baby talk/upspeak version of that phrase but she ran out of words before she got a chance to add any annoying fake verbal contrivances so she panicked and dragged out the t.

—

INTERIOR, MANSION: Women are figuring out who hasn't gone on a date. A date card arrives, pretty much all women are on it. “Let’s hit love head-on!” it says. Spoilers: they actually back into it, which would have made a funnier date card tag line. Like, “You're fine mother-flippers, why don't you back dat ass up?”

—

EXTERIOR, LA: Krystal: “Where are we goIIIIIING?" They're having dinner at the Bradbury which is like the coolest place ever and now it's been tainted by their bullshit and I’m pissed. They didn't even mention Blade Runner so they're double-dead to me.

Krystal cryfessionals that she's afraid to open up to Ari which, like, GO WITH THAT FEELING, GIRL. YOU ARE CRAZY MAYBE KEEP IT TO YOURSELF.

But instead Krystal tells the story of how her family split up and her parents were neglectful and she later found out her brother was living on the street and couldn't figure out how to save him. Of course this is a legitimately sad story but MAYBE not what you share on national TV and/or a first date but whatever.

The issue here is Krystal is obviously incredibly damaged by her past and she should never have been put on this show. She's not a "ha ha hot mess" pretend villain she's a genuinely messed up person and this is the last thing she needs. She needs help and support not to be deprived of sleep and competing with other women and filled with booze.

Ok, Ari is actually being a gentleman about her crazy history and she's melting in his affection and he has no idea the fire he's lighting. Not yet.

He gives her the date rose, and applies some tongue therapy to her. “It was an easy choice to give Krystal the rose, she really was vulnerable...” no no no gonna stop you right there.

They walk to a small theater somewhere and CONNER DERMIT is on-stage, singing his hit song, You've never heard of me, have you? They slow dance to Conner's crooning and I'd like to give a big shout-out to "Audio Rents" in LA who managed to put a big green sticker on Conner's mic right where the camera could see it perfectly. Maybe after this gig Conner can afford his own microphone! They’re not that expensive, Conner, I have a nice Shure one myself and I don’t even sing.

Krystal confessionals how she's held back in love but her speech patterns are so bizarre that I'm amazed how much she sounds like Jason Mendoza on The Good Place. I wonder if she watches that show and is like, “Gosh, he's my hero. He really get it.”

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INTERIOR, MANSION: Krystal confessionals, “It felt really amazing this morniNNNNNg: waking up, and having my rose?” She should maybe have breakfast cereal instead of roses.

The women are grilling Krystal but she won't tell them anything about her date, she claims it's personal and private (a-OOOG-ah! a-OOOG-ah! Red flag!) but I suspect also because she kinda can't remember things from a day ago or even when they leave her field of vision?

—

This also marks the spot where producers have had a talk with Bekah about her boobs so the rest of the show she is no longer so perky. I imagine the conversation went a lot like this.

—

Most of the remaining horde is now piled into a bus, wearing sporty outfits. They're going to participate in a demolition derby! This seems...kinda insanely dangerous? I mean, they're taking precautions, but still.

Bekah has managed to find a way to be far skimpilier-dressed than all the other women — she's wearing shorty-short-shorts vs. everyone else’s yoga pants. I admire her tenacity. It's like the old saying, "When god closes the door on no bras, he opens up a window into micro-bootie shorts."

(I'd like to mention I'm in no way trying to "slut-shame" Bekah — she's a very fit person and I'm super-stoked she's so comfortable in her own body. SUPER DUPER stoked.)

Ari pulls up in his beater car with great fanfare. The women are all told to paint their cars and then smash into each other until their cars don't move. Again, this seems pretty dangerous.

Annaleise has a breakdown and is crying and doesn't want to do this. Now, this is a legitimate thing because smashing cars is pretty dangerous and I'm sorry I know I'm going to hell but I can't take her seriously here...because: Mikel(?) is nominated to lob her the softball, "If you don't mind me asking, why are you so scared?" And Annaleise is off! I'll just summarize: when she was little she was on bumper cars and her car was "trapped" in middle of other cars and she was upset.

The producers dramatize the story with a nightmare video sequence of bumper cars and screaming where they're clearly mocking her, then they switch to some of the women openly mocking her in confessionals because the producers aren't allowed to just get on-camera and openly mock the contestants themselves, so this is as close as they can come. Who knows if anything bad actually happened to Annaleise and the producers just cut it to look like she’s trying to get attention? Not me.

Ari comes and comforts Annaleise and she decides she can do it after all. Hmmm.

—

Ari instructs the women to back into other cars because all the good stuff is in front. I'd beg to differ, but to each his own.

Cars bump. Some women are especially aggressive, including Bibiana which is funny because she doesn't have a driver's license.

“Annaleise took a big one in the back right there!” says the announcer and I'm not touching that. Annaleise smashes a ton of cars and ends up having fun.

Sienne wins. They show Sienne taking a victory lap and the lazy foley person twice dubs in the sound of tires screeching on the mud field. C'mon.

There’s a group shot with all the women in their fireproof racing suits and Bekah is the only one who’s taken her top down. I really appreciate the extra effort Bekah always puts in. She's like that Matt Damon impression of Matthew McConaughey: "Today's scene, I think it'd be a good opportunity for me to take my shirt off."

—

EXTERIOR, CASTLE(?), NIGHT: What is this place? LA Castle?

INTERIOR, CASTLE(?): Brittany couldn't make it to the afterparty because apparently she hurt herself on the track today. I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO.

We see a lot of confessionals from Bibiana because they're setting up some major DRAMA. Hot Mess Chelsea grabs Ari first again and of course everyone is pissed, but Chelsea hasn't even seen crazy yet. Oh she’s about to be overshadowed big time.

Chelsea tells Ari about her kid. Wheee, what a shocker. We already know Ari's a MILF-hunter, thanks to Emily. Chelsea tells the group how she opened up to Ari about how she left her kid to be here with him and Mikhel(sp?) the very beautiful chef is having none of it and is all "we all gave something up!" You go girl.

Sienne is talking to Ari and she went to Yale and he's like, "I had a cousin in Yale...his name was Yim Yonson!" (Not really.) But it's pretty clear she's WAYYYY to smart for him. Ari actually says (to camera) "I barely graduated high school and worked a Pizza Hut," and you gotta give it to him, he knows his limits. He gives her the old smooches, though, because chix can’t resist the smooches.

We see a big montage of women talking to Ari but in the context of Bibiana having a meltdown because she hasn't gotten any time with Ari. She's M-A-D MAD. I mean, I don't blame her, I'd be totally over this show from the first word, but it’s good TV so have a lot of hot-headed Latina action. My hotheaded Latina friend is watching with me and I’m actually afraid I’m going to catch some fallout from her sympathetic anger for Bibiana.

Now Ari is telling Bekah she's sexy. Her voice is like ear whiskey. They start smooching and the camera does NOT pull away. It's a LONG and WET and SLURPY kiss. I think she's pregnant now?

Cut away: Ari picks up the date rose, “Chelsea: You really opened up to me [more stuff]...and um, Sienne [more stuff] you impressed me today,” and he gives the rose to Sienne. What the hell was with mentioning Chelsea first? Why did he pick out just one woman to mention before the one he was actually giving the rose to? Seems like a dick move.

—

MANSION, NIGHT: montage of women talking about Ari and the politics of rose night.

Ari is a simple man and gives a simple speech to the women. Blah blah rose time is coming.

Ari first talks to Brittany who had the unspecified demolition injury. He gives her a certificate that says "Most Hardcore," and tells her "You can hang it in your room!" because he really is a 10-year-old and his room has all kinds of trophies and certificates on the wall from boy scouts and the like. Also probably an award from Pizza Hut for being “Most Meh Employee.”

Now Ari and Bekah are talking and her voice is so sexy I think I am pregnant. Ari tells her he wasn't sure if she liked him and she’s all no you’re silly and I want to throw up and finally they get back to smooching because seriously they have nothing to say to each other. Smooching sitting down, smooching against the wall, they smooch and smooch. Bekah knows how to smooch. I give this three more episodes before she realizes how boring he is. Bekah: "I'm simple, no drama; I'm easy to please.” Apparently really easy to please.

More Bibiana feeling upset about not getting time with Ari. The whole arc tonight is about Bibiana wanting time and will she get cut?

Krystal confessionals that she's going to talk to Ari some more at the cocktail party even though she has a rose and had a whole day with him. Her voice intonations are seriously crazy. She is unhinged. I think alcohol is messing with the medications I hope she takes. Krystal interrupts Lauren B. who "didn't even have a date this week."

Bibiana confessionals she thinks Krystal is a "selfish BIiiiIITCH" (emphasis hers) and I think that's the first time I've heard that word on this show? The Bachelor’s a pretty conservative show considering how obnoxious it is (c.f. blurring side-boob), which is actually kinda the M.O. of all conservatives, really.

Krystal is crazy-talking to Ari and as far as we see he doesn't kiss he — it seems like he's wising up. The scenes they show he seems more “placating” than “snuggling.” She talks to the other girls about her visit with Ari and her tone is so bizarre I can't even watch it.

We see Mikel(sp?) the beautiful chef asking Ari what color his underwear is and I feel like she's not really making good use of her time here. She's the most gorgeous woman on the show but the fact that they've only shown her say one thing per episode (and it’s been lame each time) means she didn't last long (remember they cut all these shows after the show has wrapped). Ari is the kind of dude who looks at a bucket of fried chicken and is all, "Mmm, I like that dry, tasteless white meat!” so I just don’t think Mikhel lasted long.

The taxidermy woman brings him a stuffed dead thing which I think is great. She's my definite backup after Bekah rejects me. Uh, I mean my first choice? Sorry taxidermy woman whose name I've forgotten. Lauren? I want to say Lauren. Anyhow I love you baby it was always you.

Bibiana finally gets time with Ari. Lots of fanfare. Ari's talking about having his dog in LA with him. Krystal pops her head in. "Hi guysssssss? Do you mind if I...stepped in for a momennnnnnt?" I feel like the producers MUST have put her up to this one, especially because we didn’t see Krystal planning it with the other women and I’m 90% sure Krystal couldn’t open a door without making a plan of attack first. Bibiana respond, “I actually do,” and even Ari says, “Yah, just one minute.” He's starting to. Realize. The. Mistake. He. Has. Made.

Bibiana confessionals how much she thinks Krystal sucks. Krystal says to Ari, “I just...only had a minute and I just...couldn't imagine...going into the rose ceremony even though I already had a rOOOoooose...” and it goes on like that.

Krystal comes out and joins the women and Bibiana tells her off. You can guess how that goes. Bibiana is furious. “When you learn to speak to me like a normal human being and not with a fake tone I can actually respect you and listen to what you have to say but if you really think I'm going to fall for this little ‘Lalalalalalaalalal’ [Bibiana shakes her head side to side] you HAVE to be kidding me.”

It’s not the most eloquent speech but I mean maybe it's healthy for Krystal to hear it straight from someone. She’s got to drop this baby/upspeak act if she’s going to join the human race. I honestly don't see Krystal as a villain, she’s a victim in this — a truly hurting person who doesn’t have the tools to deal with this kind of situation.

Bibiana tells her off a bunch. It hurts because, again, Krystal isn’t an evil person, she's just really messed up and needy.

Ari is summing up the evening with Chris: “Some have exceeded my expectations, and then some have slipped back a little bit.” When Ari says the latter the producers cut forward to Krystal in the lineup holding her rose, which in this case I don't think is much of a stretch — I think even simple Ari has started to realize that Krystal is WAY over-invested in this. If you've ever seen “Blue Jasmine” (the last Woody movie I could manage to watch, thanks for being such a dick Woody I used to really look up to you) Krystal is basically Cate Blanchett's part in this except it’s not a movie it’s her real life.

The women are lined up to be judged by a mediocre dude who likes to drive cars. Wheee.

🌹Maquel. 🌹Jacqueline. 🌹Bekah (DUH). 🌹Jenna. 🌹Chelsea. (I don't remember any of these women, sorry.) 🌹Lauren S. One of the Laurens! I think there's three? 🌹Tia! She's the not-Raven with not-surgery. 🌹Annaleise, who hates nicknames. 🌹Lauren B. I feel like I've never seen her. 🌹Kendal! The sexy fun quirky taxidermist. 🌹Brittney, the whiplash victim. 🌹Ashley, who was worried about going home but it turns out was fine. 🌹Marique, the super beautiful chef who will be cut next week and I'll be sad. 🌹Caroline. Don't feel bad if you don't remember her we've only seen her say like one thing.

Chris: "Ladies, Ari: this is the final rose tongiht."

MUSIC: BUM BUM BUM bum bum!

🌹Bibiana! What a shocker except not at all since they've cut the whole show to be about Bibiana.

Chris: "Ladies I'm sorry..." blah blah.

Some lady I don't recognize seems fine with being cut and hugs him and says goodbye. Maybe a Lauren? Seems like a safe bet. Valerie the server with a red wash in her hair who is SUPER beautiful hugs him goodbye. She reminds me of a movie star or someone else I like a lot and I'm sad to see her go but again we've never seen her say a single line on-camera so we can't be surprised.

The final blonde woman (maybe a Lauren?) is sniffling and stomps past Ari without saying goodbye. He can't abide this! All women must pay him obeisance, even if he just cut them. "Can you give me a sec!" says Ari to his throng as if the women had any ability to decide their own fates on this show, and follows her.

“Hey,” he confronts her. Her hands are on her hips. Ari: “I'm sorry! C'mere, give me a hug at least.” He grabs her clearly against her will. Not OK, Ari! I know you're 10 but you can't force women to hug you just because you feel bad that you made them feel bad. That's not OK!

Unknown possible-Lauren says, “Can...we...talk about it, at least?” and I’m now wondering why she blew past him if she wanted to talk? Ari pulls out the “I had to make tough choices" excuse and I feel like after 22 seasons the producers have a finely honed list of excuses they give the dudes to recite so they don't look like jerks.

Unknown woman says, “I’m not...sad about you, I'm sad about leaving my new friends,” which, I mean, that's a baller move and I respect it but you didn't really need to stop and ask him to talk if it’s true. You could have said it in the limo and it would have been badass.

Ari says, “I know you made friends, but at the end of the day it's more than that here, you know?” It's the second time he's said “end of the day” which is two more times than I've ever said it in my life because it's incredibly trite.

Also, why DON'T they let the rejected women stay in the house? That'd be freaking awesome. They could all carry on with the remaining women and dish and they wouldn't have to bullshit any more and it'd be hilarious. Also if some of us in the audience developed crushes on the less-bland women (*cough* Mikel *cough*) we’d be able to keep seeing them every week even after the main guy decided the only flavor he enjoys in vanilla.

“Okay, give me a hug!” Ari demands and grabs her. She doesn't, like, visibly move away but I'm still saying, don't demand hugs from women. You're not doing this for them, you're doing it so you can feel better, and that’s shitty. Hugs are intimate, don't demand intimacy from anyone.

Unknown possible-Lauren voiceovers “I got...broken up with, for the first time. So, like, shocked!" and look unknown woman I want to be on your side but yipes. First off, you did not get broken up with, you’ve barely spoken to this guy, you weren’t going out. Second off, if nobody's ever broken up with you maybe you have an issue? Like are you dating guys way beneath you, or do you end relationships early because you're afraid of being hurt or you get bored and need to move on? None of these are good looks. You should be dumped. It's part of learning and growing and figuring out what you want. I’m not ashamed I’ve been dumped, I’m only ashamed of the relationships I chickened out of that I should have stayed in.

Unknown possible Lauren: “I literally came into this thinking that I would end up with him,” well c'mon you just said you didn't like him and only liked the other women you're ruining this. She actually shows her fangs: “But he literally picked a [laughs] taxidermist over me.”

OH NO YOU DID NOT. Nobody attacks my #2 girlfriend! "Taxidermist lady" is awesome and creative and fun and she's WAY sexier than you if you want to be shallow. (Which I do, let’s be honest.)

"I just feel like I embarrassed myself." Well, not until you started tearing on the other women, you didn't.

Meanwhile, inside, Ari toasts to an amazing week, and how he's learned a lot about himself. His toast is amazingly Ari-centric, except maybe not amazing because he’s Ari, the 10-year-old.

Hopefully one of those things he’s learned is DO NOT TAKE CRAZY TO MEET YOUR PARENTS.

[stardust2003]

Madferit: The Novel - Chapter 16

           "Some Might Say" – the little ditty Noel wrote that sounded as uplifting as "Live Forever" – was officially released. People loved it so much it shot straight to number one, giving the boys another one of their many firsts.

It came as no surprise how happy they were. Noel's happiness was quite an odd sight for a couple reasons. One: it always seemed to take a lot to make him smile. Two: he was actually being nice to Tony for a change.

The band was set to play the song on Top of the Pops. The atmosphere of the dressing room before the show was thick with a strange feeling. Noel seemed too happy as he rattled off all the great things he and the others had accomplished. Add to that how he kept his eyes on Tony while he said all of it and the awkwardness just kept coming. The others stayed quiet, even Liam who just stared off looking half guilty. Like he'd just driven his scooter through his mother's flowerbed and mowed down all her tulips.

But the show was amazing. Liam's hair looked perfect and I couldn't wait to run my fingers through it when we got back home. The rest of the band looked great too. Even Noel. You couldn't deny their stage presence no matter how hard you tried.

After the show, Kelly, Tony, Liam, and I rode back to Manchester with BigUn who was nice enough to offer us a ride. The car was eerily silent. I thought maybe the boys were just too tired to talk. But Liam's eyes told a different story. The guilty look from before hadn't left them yet and he appeared rather pensive. He went to say something to Tony but stopped himself before he did. He just grabbed my hand and held it tight as he gazed out the window.

I was happy to be back in Manchester. I missed it so much. It had a different vibe than London. Sure, it was another big English city but it had its own personality. I liked London for sightseeing but I liked Manchester for living. I was kind of glad Liam wasn't in a hurry to move.

Liam actually wasn't in much of a hurry to do anything. At least, not in those next few days after TOTP. He hung about the flat in a daze that wasn't induced by drugs and I started to worry.

"Are you okay?" I asked as we sat together on the couch one rainy afternoon.

"Yeah." He replied softly.

"Okay. You just seem quiet."

"Well I'm allowed to be, aren't I? I like it quiet sometimes. Especially when it's just me and you."

I smiled at him in reply.

He did the same although his was much smaller and more reserved.

We relaxed together for the rest of the day and I had to agree with him.

I liked it in the quiet with just us too.

The next few days sped up though, with Liam insisting we go here, there, and everywhere Manchester had to offer. Pubs, friends' houses, his mother's. We pretty much only went to the flat to sleep.

I got so caught up in all the running around, I forgot we hadn't seen the others since we came back to Manchester. Noel was in London of course but the others had all went north. Bonehead was probably with Kate. Guigsy was probably with the flight attendant. And Tony and Kelly were probably together in Levenshulme spending time with Tony's little girl.

Liam didn't have a phone in his flat so there was no way of reaching out. I suppose I could've used a payphone but I really wasn't that arsed. I figured we'd all catch up eventually at a party or the band's next gig.

The month of April ended and May began with the boys doing another gig on Top of the Pops. They were playing "Some Might Say" again and the audience was ready to hear it for a second time.

We milled around backstage and I was starting to get nervous as Kelly and Tony still hadn't arrived. 'Maybe there's traffic or something.' I thought. They hadn't ridden with us from Manchester and I didn't think anything of it until we got to the studio.

It had to have been traffic. Or car trouble. Something had to be up.

I stayed close to Liam and tried to busy myself with taking care of him.

"Does my fringe look alright?" He asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Ya sure?"

"Yes."

He'd been paranoid all morning about having a cowlick and spent most of it in the bathroom combing his hair down before we left. I was ready to go before he was. Not that it was too surprising.

I ran my fingers over top his bangs to assure him they were as smooth as they could be. It was kind of fun playing hairdresser.

I stood there smoothing it out for the next couple minutes, tuning everything out around us until I heard Noel speak.

"Alright, Alan!" He said.

I didn't bother to look up and see who he was referring to.

"This is Bonehead and Guigsy." He continued. "Our Liam's over there."

I expected some snarky remark about me fixing his hair but it never came. He just kept talking, his voice sounding really chipper.

"Gettin' your feet wet good and proper, eh? Bet it won't matter though. You'll do a hell of a lot better than the other geezer."

I perked up slightly at that last part. It was one of many names Noel used to refer to a certain someone since their real name was apparently too hard to remember.

"Poor sod couldn't drum to save his fuckin' life."

"Drum?!" I exclaimed as I looked over at Noel and went to walk towards him but Liam grabbed my wrist to keep me from doing so.

"My fringe, yeah?" He said calmly as he looked right into my eyes. "Gotta make sure it looks good for the cameras and you're the only one who knows how."

I sighed and got back to it.

"He was good enough for the first album." Noel said. "But would've fucked up the new stuff."

"That's it!" I yelled as I hurried towards him, too quick for Liam to try and stop me. "Where the fucking hell is Tony?!"

"Sacked him." Noel said flatly with a shrug.

"You what?!"

"Fired him. Told him to get lost. Got the new album comin' and his drummin' won't work for it. But Alan's will."

I glanced over at this Alan. He looked nervous as he stood there quietly. He seemed nice enough but I was too pissed off to find out any more about him.

I turned back to Noel to see him grinning like an old possum.

"Don't worry about your little friend, Adds. He'll be alright." He said. "He'll go back to that butcher shop and everyone'll forget his name just like before. It's pretty forgettable if ya ask me."

"YOU ASS!" I screamed as I sprung at him.

"Whoa!" Liam yelled as he and Bonehead grabbed me and held me back while Guigsy and Steve jumped in to protect Noel.

"You're such a dick!" I cried as I tried to wriggle out of their grasp. "He's the one who started this band in the first place and if it wasn't for Liam, you wouldn't even fucking be here!"

"Oi! Liam!" He yelled. "You better get a hold of your fuckin' bird before she hurts herself!"

"You fucking-"

"Addie that's enough!" Liam screamed as he squeezed me tight. "Calm down. There's no need for this shit!"

"Yeah, Addie." Noel said. "Listen to your boyfriend. He's actually right for once."

He smirked at me and I thought about spitting at him but held back. He turned around and walked across the room with Guigsy and Alan.

Liam and Bonehead released me and I felt myself relaxing just a little bit...but definitely not all the way.

"YOU COCKHEADED SON OF A BITCH!"

My black ballet flat flew through the air and landed right on the back of Noel's neck.

"OI!" He bellowed as he turned to face me. "What the fuck-"

"I'm an American!" I reminded him. "It's what we do, innit?"

"You fuckin' bitch!" He stomped towards me.

"TOUCH 'ER AND I'LL FUCKIN' CURL YOU UP!" Liam exclaimed as he jumped in front of me to block me from Noel. "Just fuckin' calm down and let's do the fuckin' gig!"

I barely paid any attention to the song or the performance this time around. It wasn't as fun anymore. My best friend wasn't there to enjoy it with me and I was so pissed off. I guess the one good thing that came from it was the fact Liam's hair looked flawless. Better than nothing I suppose.

"I didn't even know Our Kid sacked him until I read about it at breakfast." Liam said as we rode on the train back to Manchester. "That morning when ya fixed us them eggs and that mega sausage. We had orange juice too and...it's not gonna be the same now he's gone. That bloke that replaced him. He might be a better drummer but his clothes are fuckin' dreadful. Ya can tell he's from London. They all fuckin' dress like that."

I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything. I just stared out the window admiring the English countryside as we passed it by.

The door knocker felt ice cold as I wrapped my fingers around it and pulled it back. It only took a few taps before the door opened and the owner of the house appeared.

"Hi Mrs. McCarroll." I said. "Is Kelly and Tony in?"

She told me they were and showed me upstairs where they were hanging out in Tony's bedroom.

"Hi." I said quietly.

"Hi." Kelly replied. "How was Top of the Pops?"

"Awful. I'm so sorry! I didn't know." The tears flooded from eyes. "They didn't tell me until we got there."

"It's alright, Adds." Tony assured me as he came over and put his hands on my shoulders. "It was a long time comin'. We all knew that."

"But it's so shitty what they did to you! You started that band and then it became all about Liam and Noel-"

"And that's how it's supposed to be. They make it about them. Noel makes it about them. He knows what to tell the papers to keep 'em in it. He plays everyone. It's what he does."

I sniffed at my tears and the room fell somewhat silent.

"So what now?" I asked. "Are you gonna sue them or something?"

He chuckled quietly. "Don't know yet but for now I think I'd like to travel a bit. Kells and I are goin' to Florida. Ain't that right, love?"

"Yeah." She replied with a smile. "Tony's never been to Disney World so I bet you can't guess where we're going first."

I smiled a little. "I should go with you." I said. "I like Disney World and I've always wanted to go back."

"And we'd love for you to come with us but your place is here, with Liam. He'd be devastated if you left."

"She's right Addie." Tony said. "Liam needs you. He always has."

I thought about it. Liam was pretty needy.

But I couldn't help thinking about how much I needed him too.

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