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baekhvuns · 2 years

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I think the fact some of my fave duos in Ateez are Sansang and Woosang (I love Seongsang too) says a lot, I was destined to be wrecked by Yeo. 😅 why are you surprised tho?

Girl, I'm already paying for Hwa to tell his lil silly stories on Universe, btw WHERE IS HE I MISS HE 😭😭😭😭 hope had a great Chuseok, but still no texts, no photos, no nothing...

Edit: as I'm writing this he posted a letter 💔 Damn this boy has a way with words, I know he's gonan write the most emotional song in the future. Not a fan of very sentimental tracks, but I'm gonna support songwriter Seonghwa nevertheless. Lol

I saw a prophetic tweet that predicted Elizabeth's death and it said Charles will be gone in 2026 so fingers crossed. Though maybe not cause UK's economy is already in shambles and they're spending so much money on this bullshit. Yes, the fact the police approached people who held blank sheets of paper just to check, sick. Fuck this country seriously, why does London have to be in the UK :/ also I laughed so hard

Ududurhdudhsbdbjdhs don't worry cause you reminded me of that keyhole place, next time I'm in Rome I might go!

I'm getting on the plane as we speak. What does your sign say? I hope you have a Seonghwa banner with you as well.

Life As We Know It was wacky, but also sad like damn, yeah I can see that scenario actually! Blacklist is a fuck boy Hwa fic 👀

I'm focused on mister man Jae Young, complete tunnel vision, so I bet he's gonna be a dickhead 🤡 just my luck why man so pretty 🧍🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

Stop I knew you were gonna mention the angle when Hwa fell on the board 🥴 yeah we were close and personal but LOOK AT HIS HAPPY FACE

Daily Uber driver and I just got an email from Uber......... 🤔

The duality of a man, he can be Usui, he can be Miyamura, woah. It was DV anniversary and it made me miss long haired Hwa even more 😭 I'm already used to his mushroom/bald look I'm not expecting to be happy anytime soon and now Hongjoong has let me down with his black hair as well. GIVE ME SOME FLAVOUR BOYS the tour is about to start 🤧 your scalps had enough rest, let's go

Yes, the manga is really nice and that guy (Himuro) is definitely silver Hwa, I see we agree! Despite looking cold LITERALLY he's a lil meow meow who enjoys flowers and cats, I mean that's Seonghwa for sure. I'm glad to see another office romance, I like some high school stuff, but I wanna watch adults, like Wotakoi

Not a fan of Ariana, but I mean why not I guess?

I started Big Mouth, but stopped following kdramas for a while, because I'm focusing on anime, I have so many to finish. I forgot about Why Her? and tbh not sure if I wanna pick it up again. But so far I've enjoyed BM! Did something shitty happen?

Yes I was that baby they waved to actually (real)

I'm once again craving sporty Hwa fanfiction - also not him acting like he was fighting for his life when there was literally no competition jwuudiajdjnshdjdhdhs. And - DV 💖

hi hello!!!

I think the fact some of my fave duos in Ateez are Sansang and Woosang (I love Seongsang too) says a lot, I was destined to be wrecked by Yeo. 😅 why are you surprised tho?

omg yeosang's duo with anyone is >>>> sansang is so,,, mAKES ME WANNA LOOK AWAY i was surprised bc i thought u would gravitate towards the line with insane duality or the hoe line,,, so mingi was my first bet after u said hongsanhwa,, mingi during thanxx????? 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Girl, I'm already paying for Hwa to tell his lil silly stories on Universe, btw WHERE IS HE I MISS HE 😭😭😭😭 hope had a great Chuseok, but still no texts, no photos, no nothing... //// Edit: as I'm writing this he posted a letter 💔 Damn this boy has a way with words, I know he's gonan write the most emotional song in the future. Not a fan of very sentimental tracks, but I'm gonna support songwriter Seonghwa nevertheless. Lol

LMFAOOOO HIS SILLY LITTLE STORIES AND LETTERS 😭😭😭😭 whenever he writes something it';s so emotionally filled with heartbreakingly beautiful words and a cute ass photo 😭😭😭😭 SFGSFGBFCHBI THAT TWEET PLEASE THATS SO SO TRUE AND ACCURATE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

bestie as i was answering this canada declared an official holiday on sept19 as queen's death day,,, free holiday i guess 😭😭😭 charles 2026 dfhggfh i want william on it so he could give diana her title back LMFAOOO THE AD THING 😭😭😭😭 but that paddington bear thing was really cute 😭😭

Ududurhdudhsbdbjdhs don't worry cause you reminded me of that keyhole place, next time I'm in Rome I might go! // I'm getting on the plane as we speak. What does your sign say? I hope you have a Seonghwa banner with you as well.

pls do bc it looks so pretty!!,, LMFAOOO DFBGBJ I FOR A SECOND GENUINELY THOUGHT U WERE GOING SOMEWHERE 😭😭 my sign says "pink hwa pc hand it over here"

Life As We Know It was wacky, but also sad like damn, yeah I can see that scenario actually! Blacklist is a fuck boy Hwa fic 👀

IT REALLY WAS 😭😭😭 sad for the kid i wonder if they told her 😭😭,, oh????? oh. huh a fuckboy au 👀

I'm focused on mister man Jae Young, complete tunnel vision, so I bet he's gonna be a dickhead 🤡 just my luck why man so pretty 🧍🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

FGJHSEF TUNNEL VISION SOMETIMES BFDBFJ IM SERIOUS WHEN U SENDING ASKS LIKE THIS THE WAY I LAUGH OUT SO LOUD 😭😭😭😭 oH bet he will be the duckhead,, but maybe a lost cat <3 just like hwa,, why would u send that.

Stop I knew you were gonna mention the angle when Hwa fell on the board 🥴 yeah we were close and personal but LOOK AT HIS HAPPY FACE

ALL MY EYES GO TO IS THE ANGLE IT WONT GET OUT CJFHJHFJ ITS A VERY INTERESTING ANGLE, EATING MY FIST ACTUALLY

Daily Uber driver and I just got an email from Uber......... 🤔

the perfect man?? free driver??? communicates in emails??? 😮‍💨😮‍💨

no ur so right,,, he's so diverse it HURTS. hONGJOONG DYED HIS HAIR BLACK AGAIN??????? IM ON THE PLANE TO KQ RIGHT NOW RUNNING TO HIM WITH A HAIR DYE,, LMFAOOO SCALPS HA ENOUGH REST 😭😭😭

NO BC I DIDNT EXPECT HIM TO BE COLD, LITERALLY,,,, a little meoe mewo 😭😭😭 literally hwa 😭😭😭😭 stop YOU WATCHED WOTKAI TOO 😭😭😭😭 IM ABOUT TO SCREAM DFHG. I LOVE THAT ONE SO MUCH 😭😭 SCREAMING

Not a fan of Ariana, but I mean why not I guess? //// I started Big Mouth, but stopped following kdramas for a while, because I'm focusing on anime, I have so many to finish. I forgot about Why Her? and tbh not sure if I wanna pick it up again. But so far I've enjoyed BM! Did something shitty happen?

catch me deactiavting when that happens,, YES SO SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED IT BLEW MY MIND,,, THE RECENT TWIST HAD ME GASPING and now there's only two ep's left 😭😭😭😭 back in the anime phase, i also felt that i have been searching up shoujo's to watch for a while now and it's all i been doing 😭😭😭😭

Yes I was that baby they waved to actually (real)

OH I DIDNT KNOW U WERE THAT TALL

I'm once again craving sporty Hwa fanfiction - also not him acting like he was fighting for his life when there was literally no competition jwuudiajdjnshdjdhdhs. And - DV 💖

that one race he wins after losing himself, going thru so much training and almost quitting and having a character development >>>> LMFAOOO HES SO DRAMATIC DBDF and ming thinks he's 5ft😭😭😭😭

he's so embarasing, that one guy in kdrama that calls u noona and has crush on u but u think of him as a kid and he gets butthurt, that's his energy

????

bestie i got a quiz

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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bite-these-onions · 5 years

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i love my friends!

#jamie you freaing cool cat i love you so much #you me make happy!!! you remind me of a nice uke song #dan is so cool and funny!! makes me go : )#he is so kind what a good pal #jack is cool and has my uwus #annie is a freaking angle who is the kindest thing alive i would die for annie #kit!!!! frick you and your dry cereal #but i love you os much #ur so cool and i want you to be ahppy!!!!!!!#gabe (The one who is 22 years old and knows history) is so cooL!!!!! i love that rad guy!!!!!!!! he is like family man. and i trust him #FUCK GABE IS 21 #nate cant see this bc irl friend but #nate i love you so much thank you for that hug this morning you don't understnad how much i needed it #im just thinking about today specifically so if there ins't a thinkabt u rn its cause i #i jsut diidnt talk to you today

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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I knew it. I knew tumblr glitched again. Here it is when you have a chance. Teacher!tom has an unruly elementary class to put up with but things change when the new music teacher shows up. Eventually feelings develop between the two and only their students are willing to do something about it.

Here Comes The Sun

pairing: teacher!Tom Holland x Reader

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“Jeremiah. Please. If I have to ask you to stop drinking the Elmers glue one more time, I’m gonna have to send you to the principle.”

“It tastes like white!” Jeremiah cheered before squeezing the bottle into his mouth again. All around him, Toms students were screaming and making trouble. His class was known to be unruly, and this day proved to be worst than most. Before Tom could take another step towards just one of his many misbehaving students, a woman he had never seen before slipped into the classroom and knelt down beside Jeremiah.

“Woah there. We don’t want to drink that, my friend.” You chuckled as you took the bottle of glue from him. “It’s not good for our tummy. Why don’t you try milk instead?”

“I’m black toast and taller ants.” Jeremiah told you.

“You’re lactose intolerant?” You connected the dots. “Tell you what, you come find me at lunch time later and I’ll give you a lollipop. Do you like lollipops?”

“Yes.” He nodded eagerly.

“Cool. Can you tell me your name so I know who to give it to?”

“This is Jeremiah.” Tom appeared behind his student and patted his back. “He does this a lot.”

“I had a feeling.” You laughed as you stood up. “I’m Miss. L/n.”

“Mr. Holland.” Tom reached out to shake your hand. “Nice to meet you. Jeremiah, why don’t you go sit down for some quiet time, okay?”

“I’m Y/n.” You said as soon as he left.

“Tom.” Tom laughed. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“I’m the new music teacher.” You told him. “I’ve been making my rounds and introducing myself to the other teachers. Your kids are still a little young for music so that’s why you haven’t seen me.”

“Oh. That’s a shame.” Tom pursed his lips. Of course the gorgeous new teacher who could magically tame his kids wasn’t on his floor. He knew he’d barely see you, and he really wanted to see you.

“Is it?” You smiled coyly.

Just then, a scream ripped through the classroom. No one was hurt, they just wanted to scream.

“For the kids, I mean.” He covered up his accidental flirtatious remark. “We could all use a little music in our lives.”

“I completely agree. It calms the kids right down. It’s like magic.”

“I could definitely use some magic.” Tom laughed over the noise.

“When I play In My Life, they get so quiet, you’d think they were asleep.” You told him your secret.

“I love that song.” He smiled softly at you. “I love Here Comes the Sun too.”

“Me too!” You gushed. “My favorite is I Wanna Hold Your Hand though.”

“I like it too. I have a feeling we’ll get along.”

“Mr. Holland, you may be my first friend here.” You smiled shyly at him. “I’ll see you around.”

Tom watched as you left with a happy smile on his face.

“Is that your girlfriend?” Amanda asked, making Tom jump a little. He looked at her and then out at the class, who was suspiciously quiet. They were all staring eagerly at Tom.

“No. That’s the new music teacher.” He said skeptically as he made his way to the front of the class.

“She’s pretty.” Another student spoke up. All the kids nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, she is.” Tom laughed shyly. “Now, who wants to do some math?”

October

“Hi.” You knocked on Toms doorframe as you walked into his classroom, the same thing you did every day. He sighed in relief at the sight of you and made his way over to you.

“Hey little darling.” He greeted you. “How is your Tuesday treating you?”

“I’m gonna assume it’s treating me better than yours is treating you.” You chuckled as his students screamed and ran around behind him.

“What gave it away?” He asked sarcastically as a paper ball flew over his head.

“I had a hunch.” You played along. “How are you holding up?”

“Not great.” He sighed. “I’m getting a migraine and it’s not even 10 am.”

“Would apple slices make it better?” You presented a bag of apple slices from behind your back.

“They might.” Tok said sheepishly. You held the bag out to him and let him take a few, rubbing his arm to soothe him as he took a bite.

“Thank you. You’re a life saver.” He said with his mouth full.

“I have some Motrin in my bag if you want.” You offered. “It might help with the migraine. And your PMS.”

“Funny.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “Thank you again.”

“No problem. Why don’t you step out for a minute and I’ll look after your class? I’m off this period anyway.” You squeezed his arm to comfort him further.

“Are you sure? They bite.” He grimaced, and you let out a laugh.

“So do I.” You shrugged, making Toms eyes widen.

“That was a joke.” You said quickly. “Take a minute, gather yourself, and then come back. I’ll be here as long as you need.”

“You’re an angel. Thank you so much.” He brought his arms around you and squeezed you.

“I thought I was a little darling.” You chuckled into his ear as you hugged him back.

“A woman can be more than one thing.” Tom teasingly rolled his eyes.

“Very true. See you in a few.” You squeezed his hand. He gave you an appreciative smile before leaving the classroom. You made you way to the front of the class and clapped your hands.

“Hi my friends.” You shouted over the noise. “What have you been learning today?”

The students quieted down at the sight of you and one girl raised her hand.

“Yes, Carly?” You called on her.

“Are you and Mr. Holland dating?” She asked politely. The rest of the students nodded and looked at you, as if they all had the same question.

“No, we are not dating.” You laughed nervously. “Boys have cooties, haven’t you heard?”

“Do you like him?” Another student raised her hand.

“He definitely likes you!” A girl called out.

“Now class, I know it’s fun to speculate, but Mr. Holland and I are not together.” You told them. “You know who is together though? Q and U. They’re married, in fact. That’s why they’re always together in words like quiet and question. Can anyone else give me a “qu-“ word? Yes, Elizabeth.”

“Croissant.” Elizabeth answered.

“So close.” You nodded. “That’s actually a “cra” not a “qua” sound.”

“Not the way Mr. Holland says it.” Another student cut in.

“That’s because he’s from the O.K, Josh. They speak differently.” Elizabeth turned around in her seat and rolled her eyes.

“Oo, very close again.” You tried not to laugh. “Mr. Holland is from the UK.”

“Oh.” Elizabeth turned back around in shame.

“That’s okay.” You assured her. “Everyone makes mistakes. How do you guys feel about Mr. Holland anyway?”

“I love him.” One of the boys raised his hand. “He lets us have snack time. Mr. Osterfield’s class doesn’t do that.”

“I like him too.” Another boy chimed in. “He gave me extra time on my math test when I couldn’t figure out what 9x10 was.”

“Do you know the answer now?” You asked him.

“Uh huh.” He nodded eagerly. “90.”

“Great job.” You clapped for him. “Maybe you’ll be a math teacher one day.”

The boy smiled and shrunk down in his seat, proud of himself for knowing the answer.

“Hello, class.” Tom came back into the room and smiled at you. “Did you all behave for Miss L/n?”

“Yes they did.” You beamed at the class. “What a smart, well behaved class.”

“Are you sure you watched the right class?” Tom said out of the corner of his mouth so only you could here.

“I’m sure.” You chuckled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Holland.”

“See you tomorrow little darling.” He smiled softly at you as you walked out of the classroom. He sighed happily and went to his desk, immediately noticing a packet of apples slices you left for him.

“Mr. Holland! I have a question.” A student calling out caught his attention.

“Yes, Amanda?” He asked.

“Is Miss L/n your girlfriend?” She asked, making Tom go bright red.

“What? No. What? No. What? No.” Tom stammered.

“You like her!” Amanda gasped. “I knew you liked her. I told you Elizabeth. Carly and I were right.”

“Whatever.” Elizabeth rolled her eyes again.

“I have a question.” Tony raised his hand.

“Yes?” Tom asked nervously.

“When are you gonna ask Miss L/n out?” Tony asked, making the class nod.

“This is not appropriate for class time.” Tom laughed nervously as he made his way to the blackboard.

“But you guys are so perfect for each other!” Carly whined. “You need to ask her to be your girlfriend. She’ll totally say yes.”

“You think so?” Tom asked them shook his head when he realized he was asking third graders for relationship advice. “I mean, this is not up for discussion.”

“But you guys belong together.” Amanda gushed.

“She totally likes you.” Jennifer piped up.

“Ask her out already.” Joseph called out.

“Please? I’ve always wanted to go to a wedding.” Kaley said and all the girls agreed.

“Me too. Can I be the flower girl?” Elizabeth raised her hand to ask.

“I wanna be the flower girl.” Carly whined again.

“Her niece Sophie would definitely be the flower girl.” Tom chuckled, then shook his head again. “Not that we’re getting married.”

“Why not?” Candy pouted.

“Because she’s not even my girlfriend.” Tom reminded them.

“So ask her out.” Jason said simply. “She’ll never be your girlfriend unless you ask her out.”

“I think that’s enough of this topic for today.” Tom clapped his hands as he diverged from the topic. “Who wants to do some sentence structure?”

November

“Jason, please stop biting Candy.” Tom begged. “That’s just her name. She is not actually candy.”

His attention was immediately drawn to another student who was misbehaving.

“Elizabeth! Get that out of your mouth! Erasers are not food. I say this everyday.” Tom whined as he made his way over to Elizabeth to take the erasers from her. His eyes drifted to the boys, and he immediately regretted it.

“Oh my God. Joseph, put that back in your pants.” Tom groaned. “Please.”

“Mr. Holland! Mr. Holland!” Eric screamed from across the room. “Watch me floss, Mr. Holland!”

Tom looked at Eric, who was flossing rapidly in the back of the classroom.

“Very nice, Eric.” Tom nodded stiffly.

“Who’s Eric? My name Jeff!” The child quoted the outdated vine, making all his friends laugh.

“Okay.” Tom said weakly.

“Epic chungus moment.” Eric and his friends shifted into a T pose. “Bruh bruh bruh BIG OOF bruh bruh bruh.”

“Okay.” Tom repeated.

“Mr. Holland?” Tom felt someone tap him from behind.

“Yes, Jeremiah?” Tom knelt down beside his student.

“Watch this!” Jeremiah cheered before opening his mouth and squirting Elmer’s glue inside.

“Oh my God. Please. Don’t drink the glue. I’m begging you.” Tom pleaded as he wrestled the glue bottle from his hands.

“But Rachel is.” Jeremiah said with a full mouth.

“Rachel is - - RACHEL.” Tom yelled when he saw another student pouring glue into her mouth.

“No drinking glue.” Tom snatched the bottle from Rachel. “This is not a snack.”

“But I’m hungry.” Jeremiah whined.

“We just had snack time.” Tom reminded him.

“Tony ate my snack.” Jeremiah pouted.

“Why did Tony do that?”

“Because I gave it to him.” Jeremiah said simply and Tom groaned.

“Remember what I said about sharing snack?” Tom said through a forced smile. “We can’t share snacks in case someone has an allergy.”

“But you said sharing is caring.” Rachel spoke up.

“Yes, I did say that.” Tom kept a tight smile. “Sharing is caring unless it comes to snacks. Then we have to keep our snacks to ourselves.”

“But you and Miss L/n share food all the time.” Rachel continued.

“It’s different with Miss L/n and I.” Tom explained. “We’re adults so we can share snacks. She’s not allergic to anything I give her.”

“Do you think she’d like some glue if I shared it with her?” Jeremiah asked.

“Maybe, if she was making an arts and crafts pro-“

“I mean to drink.” He cut Tom off. Before Tom could answer, a scream caught his attention.

“Candy!” He shouted. “Don’t bite Jason!”

He spun around in circles, seeing children misbehaving everywhere he turned. He was getting over whelmed very quickly as just as he was going to succumb to defeat, you opened his classroom door.

“Hi my friends!” You shouted over the noise and held up your guitar. This caught their attention and they all stopped in their tracks, eyed glued to the guitar like bugs to a light.

“Hi Miss L/n.” The class said in unison as they returned to their seats.

“Does anyone here like music?” You asked as you rested your guitar against your chest. You looked at Tom and winked, and he instantly melted. Like Superman, you had burst in the room to save him. The students nodded eagerly and watched your every move.

“You do?” You gasped. “Me too!”

You stood in front of the class and began to strum a simply melody on your guitar.

“Here comes the sun, do do do do.” You sang to them.

The children fell silent as they became enthralled by the music. Tom leaned against his desk with a huge smile, unable to be more in love with you.

“Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter. Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here. Sing along, my friends.” You asked of them.

“Here comes the sun do do do do. Here comes the sun and I’ll say.” The children sang along with you.

“What’ll you say?” You asked as you continued playing.

“It’s all right.” They sang in response. You finished out the song, slowly letting the music fade out at the end.

“Thanks for listening my friends.” You spoke softly. “Now, let’s all put our heads down for some quiet time.”

The children listened to you and kid their heads down on their desks, shutting their eyes as well. Tom walked over to you and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Thank you. You are such a gift.” He mumbled in your ear.

“I try.” You laughed as you pulled away. “I learned the song just for you.”

“Did you really?” His eyes widened in appreciation.

“No. I’ve known it for years.” You admitted. “But wouldn’t it be romantic if I did?”

“That’s very romantic.” He agreed. “Has anyone ever done that for you?”

“Unfortunately, I have yet to be serenaded.” You sighed dramatically.

“How rude.” Tom teased, making a mental note of what you were saying.

“I know, right?” You added. “It’s a tragedy.”

“I think my class might be asleep.” He realized as he looked around. “You’re like a child whisperer.”

“I told you. Magic, baby.” You smiled as you held up your guitar.

“Oh, it’s definitely magic.” He noted with a grin.

“Well I should head back down. The recorders won’t play themselves.” You sighed again, a little sadly this time.

“See you later, little darling.” He squeezed your hand.

“See you later.” You waved, your high heels clicking against his floor as you left. Tom let out a content sigh, reveling in the rare silence of the classroom. Jeremiah slowly raised his hand and looked at Tom.

“Mr. Holland?” He whispered.

“Yes Jeremiah?” Tom asked.

“You know what you have to do.” Jeremiah gave him a pointed look. The rest of Toms students looked up with wide open, blinking eyes, all staring at Tom. Tom sighed again, knowing his students were right.

December

You knocked on Toms door the following week, the early December chill in the air. He let out a nervous breath as he opened the door for you, knowing it was finally time to enact his plan.

“Class, we have a special visitor with us.” Tom announced as he let you in. “Can we all give a musical welcome to Miss L/n?”

The class greeted you with excitement and you did the same.

“Hey kids.” You waved. “Good to see you all.”

“Good to see you too.” You turned to Tom and held up a bag. “Pretzel?”

“Thank you.” Tom smiled as he took a pretzel from the bag. “So, um, I have a proposition for you.”

“I’m listening.” You nodded as you munched on a pretzel.

“We always have lunch together, right?” He began.

“That’s right.”

“Would you maybe want to have dinner together one night?” He squeaked, knowing his face was bright red. Behind him, his class was dead silent, all pretending not to listen as they tried to hear every word.

“Ooo.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Like an after school activity?”

“I was thinking this Saturday.” He offered. “I could take you somewhere where they have better food than apple slices and pretzels, though I do love those.”

“You wanna give me your weekends, Mr. Holland?” You asked through a coy smile.

“You know, little darling, I really do.” He smiled back.

“Then it’s a date.” You blushed. “I’ll see you Saturday.”

“All right. Saturday.” He nodded, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Bye now. See you at lunch.” You put your hand on his arm and kissed his cheek before turning to his class.

“Well it was great to see all of you!” You grinned. “I hope you have a fantastic rest of your day.”

You winked at Tom before leaving swiftly, a silence settling in once you were gone.

“Well?” Amanda called out.

“Well what?” Tom asked.

“Did you do it?” Carly was nearly bouncing out of her seat.

“Class, I know you like Miss L/n but our personal relationship is none of your concern.” Tom reminded his students. The class let out a collective groan, and Carly looked like he might cry. They were all dead silent, and it made Tom feel slightly bad.

“Yes, I asked her out.” He admitted and the class erupted into cheers and applause. Tom rolled his eyes as an embarrassed smile tugged at his lips.

Tom walked into his class the following week and was met with an uncharacteristically silent classroom. His set his bag on his desk and looked around, growing more suspicious by the second. All his students were staring at him expectantly, yearning for him to speak.

“You guys are oddly quiet.” Tom commented. “Did Jeremiah eat another book?”

“How was the date?” Carly was the first to speak up, and everyone chimed in. They were leaning on the edges of their seats, impatiently waiting for the answer.

“Did you kiss her?” Tony asked.

“Did you guys hold hands?” Elizabeth sighed.

“What did she wear?” Amanda wondered. “I bet she looked so pretty.”

“Did you take her to your penthouse and freak it?” Jeremiah asked.

“Did I - - what?” Tom looked at his student in confusion.

“Are you guys gonna get married now?” Jennifer called out.

“No, Jennifer.” Tom chuckled. “We’re not getting married now.”

“I hate it here.” Jennifer grumbled as she shrunk down in her seat.

“Okay, we have a lot to get though today so I hope you all had a good nights sleep. If you could all take out your social studies textbooks and turn to page 116 for me.” Tom began to teach. He turned on the Smartboard and turned to his class, seeing them all sluggishly taking out their textbooks with glum expressions. He let out a sigh and rested his hands on his hips.

“You guys aren’t gonna focus unless I tell you about the date, huh?” He realized. His students shook their heads and he chuckled a little.

“The date was amazing. She wore a black dress with white music notes on the waistline. She looked very pretty. We held hands when I was walking to her car and yes, I kissed her.” He answered their questions. The class dissolved into giggles, applause, and commentary.

“All right, I told you. Now, textbooks. I mean it.” He said pointedly, and for once, they complied.

You and Tom continued to date, keeping up with your lunch dates, but engaging in weekend and after school dates as well. Tom students kept an eye out for a ring on your finger as the months went by, asking him almost every week when the wedding was. Come May, he actually had an answer for them.

May

“Class, I have a favor to ask you.” Tom announced to his class on a particularly warm morning. “I am going to ask Miss L/n to marry me.”

His class began to scream, and this time, it was welcomed. Carly started crying while Jennifer and Kaley jumped up and down.

“I know, I know.” Tom grinned. “It’s been a long time coming. That’s why I need your help. If I’m going to pull this off, I’m gonna need all hands on deck. Are you guys in?”

“We’ll do anything.” Carly promised.

“Great.” Tom nodded. “First, I need some ideas.”

“You have to show her how much you love her. You need to make a romantic gesture.” Rachel declared.

“Yes! You have to do something big so she knows how much you care.” Jennifer agreed.

“Get her a dozen roses.” Kaley suggested.

“No, he needs two dozen.” Carly said. “And chocolate.”

“You should get a flock of doves to deliver the ring.” Elizabeth spoke up.

“Or show up on a horse.” Rachel added. While the girls began to discuss, Amanda quietly raised her hand.

“Yes, Amanda?” Tom called on her.

“She’s a music teacher, right?” Amanda asked and the class quieted down to listen.

“Yeah.” Tom nodded.

“So play her some music.” Amanda shrugged.

“What do you mean?” Tom wondered.

“I have an idea.” Amanda grinned.

June

“Hey, Mr. Holland asked that you go to his classroom.” Mr. Osterfield popped into your class to tell you. “He said his students are a nightmare right now.”

“Oh, sure. I’ll be right there.” You hopped off your desk and went to the door. “Thanks.”

You quickly made your way to Toms classroom, knowing how unruly his class could be. You opened the door and stepped inside.

“Mr. Holland, are you ok-“ You stopped mis sentence when you saw Tom sitting on a stool, surrounded by all his students. They were quiet and tame, smiling eagerly at you as you shut the door behind you. The weirdest part, however, was the guitar in Toms hands.

“Whats this?” You asked through a hesitant smile.

“1,2,34.” Carly counted down to cue them in.

“Yeah I’ll tell you something I think you’ll understand.” Tom began to sing as he played along on the guitar. “When I say that something, I wanna hold your hand.”

“I wanna hold your hand. I wanna hold you hand.” His students sang in perfect unison. You covered your mouth with your hands as tears welled up in your eyes.

“I wanna hold your hand. I wanna hold your hand.” His students backed him up. They finished out the song while you stood there is happy shock, hanging on to every note. Tom set the guitar down once he finished and stood up, slowly making his way to you. He took your hands in his and smiled softly.

“You’ve given me your lunch time and weekends. Would you mind giving me the rest of your life too?” Tom asked as he presented you with a delicate diamond ring. Your eyes flickered to the ring and widened before looking back at Tom with a dropped jaw. The anticipation in the classroom was palpable as the students eagerly awaited your answer. All at once, your mouth closed into a smile and you nodded.

“You know,” you laughed as a tear of joy rolled down your cheek, “I really would.”

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years

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The best present - Harry Styles

Sequel to UPDATE

on demand, this is a fluffy little sequel to update, hope you’ll like it! tagging the people who asked for said sequel: @urdadbtch @f-vasquezp

word count: 3k

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Harry has a soft spot for surprises. Especially if he is the one planning them for a loved one. The overflowing joy he sees in one’s eyes upon receiving a carefully planned surprise just gives him a different type of satisfaction in life, one he couldn’t live without.

His life has taken a pleasant turn ever since Y/N entered it, virtually and in a real dimension. It hasn’t been the easiest with his hectic schedule and her anchored life in Spokane, but with some time paid to adjusting to the situation they managed to make it work. He wouldn’t have settled for anything else, because he just simply couldn’t imagine his life without her anymore and luckily she felt the same way.

Harry fell in love with her quicker than what it took for the weather to turn cold in the fall. It felt like the most natural thing that has ever happened to him, to fall for her whole being, everything that’s her on the inside and outside. Harry often caught himself thinking what he did in life to earn such a beautiful person in his life. He hasn’t figured that one out yet.

Y/N was like a warm summer breeze on a hot august evening, easily charmed anyone and everyone Harry introduced her to. She slowly but surely met some of the most important people in Harry’s life and he just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that it felt like she’s been part of his life since forever even on the first meetings.

“She is wonderful, I love her,” his mother told him when they finally had the chance to meet upon a weekend they spent in New York. It was a lucky time when both his mother and Y/N were free and he took the chance to cook up a mini vacation in the city right away. Anne was thrilled to meet the woman that had her son wrapped around her fingers even before meeting.

Harry felt like he was on the top of the world when he saw the two women get along like they’ve been friends for years, it filled his heart even more.

The situation was quite the same with Gemma, in just a blink of an eye they were making plans on their own not including Harry, which hit him a little hard in the chest, but he was happy knowing they found the common ground.

“You amaze me so much,” he once told Y/N when they were spending the night at her place, one of those weekends when Harry flew all the way to Spokane just to spend less than 48 hours with her. Even with the long flights and hustle that came with the traveling he wouldn’t have done it any other way. If he could see her smile for just ten minutes he would have travelled days.

“I do?” she asked smirking up at him, putting her book aside as she rested her chin on his tattooed chest.

“Mhm,” he hummed with a quirky smile. “In so many ways.”

“Write a song about them so I can listen to it,” she told him as a joke. Little did she know that not even a week later that’s exactly what Harry did. It was another addition to the endless list of songs she inspired.

December creeped its way around the corner faster than they were expecting and in a blink of an eye every store was filled with Christmas ornaments and wrapping papers, the most iconic Christmas songs were played everywhere, making those who work at retail want to throw Michael Bublé and Mariah Carey right out the window for every having the thought of recording Christmas music.

Harry and Y/N had plans for the holidays. They agreed on spending three days from 22nd to 24th with his family and then fly to Portland to be with her family from the 25th to 27th before they head to New York City to spend the last few days left from the year together and celebrate the new year at a party Harry was invited to.

These plans were set in stone right until Harry decided to surprise his lover with the best gift he could think about. It was a tough call and took him weeks to arrange but Harry was able to get Y/N’s brother to leave for the holidays earlier, on the 21st instead of just the 26th.

“Why are we changing it again?” Y/N asks curiously as she sits on Harry’s lap when they are changing their plane tickets so they could start the holidays at her family instead of his.

“Mom is not going to be home until the 24th,” he lies and then adds: “Gemma is also gonna only arrive on the 23rd. Figured it would work better. We would be at your parents’ from the 21st to the 23rd, go to the UK from 24th to 26th and there is an early flight so we would be in Portland by the time your brother arrives.”

He had spent a long time figuring out how to manage the dates so she wouldn’t be suspicious. Seemingly, it worked, because Y/N nods as she stands up and walks over to the kitchen.

“Alright. But isn’t that too much of a hustle to go back and forth two times?”

“Not that horrible,” Harry smiles in her way, his fingers moving fast on the keyboard to make the right changes for their trips before she returns and sees that the dates are not exactly the same as he told her. Luckily, she hops onto the kitchen counter as he finishes up and closes his laptop feeling ecstatic about the surprise he has planned for her.

“It’s gonna be busy,” she points out as Harry walks over to her, placing his hands on each side of her on the counter.

“But we will be busy together,” he grins leaning closer to steal a kiss.

As the days pass by Harry is growing more and more excited about the surprise. He almost slipped a few times upon talking about the holidays, but managed to save the situation just in time. Y/N had no idea what he had in store for her.

“That’s all your stuff for our trip?” Y/N asks when Harry arrives to her place with his decent, normal sized suitcase that has his essentials for the next about seven days while they will be on the road. He glances down at his bag before walking inside and setting it down in the hallway.

“Love, I’ve learned how to pack in a smart way,” he tells her teasingly before pecking her on the lips while he takes his coat off and hangs it in the hallway.

“Yeah, but it’s an entire week. I’m going with twice this much.”

“’Cuz you are packing for New York as well. We’ll be staying in my place, remember? I don’t need stuff for that time,” he reminds her and he is right, but she is still amazed at how he managed to fit everything he needs into just one suitcase.

That night Harry lies awake with her sleeping form next to him. Looking around the room he thinks about how this is the same place he fell in love with her, but it was through just a screen. All the plants, the furniture, the bed he saw behind her in the videos are now his reality as well and in just a few short months they have grown so close to each other, he couldn’t imagine his life in a different way.

“What’s the matter?” he hears her groggy voice coming from next to him and looking to the side he sees that she is blinking at him in the dark.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, turning to his side to face her, noses almost touching on the pillow.

“Then why aren’t you sleeping?” she asks, sneaking a hand to his back under the covers and she starts to gently stroke his skin with his fingertips, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Just… excited about the holidays,” he whispers with a shrug. He can’t tell her that he is excited to meet your family, especially your brother since he is kind of the reason you ever got the chance to meet. He feels like he is too worked up about meeting her parents and cousins, but he can’t wait to feel like he is part of her family. What he doesn’t know is that she already sees him as part of it, has been since she realized how deeply in love she is with him.

“Mmm, excited about your gifts?” she teases him with closed eyes, but her fingers are still moving on his back. Harry lets out a soft chuckle.

“Especially about those.”

He brings his arm around her frame and pulls her to his chest as they make themselves comfortable under the covers, legs tangled, her face resting on his chest as he gently strokes her arms, soothing her back into sleep.

“I love you,” he whispers thinking she has already fallen back asleep. It wasn’t the first time he has said the words to her, but tonight just feels a little different.

“Love you too,” she mumbles back pressing a kiss to his naked chest before she sighs and lets herself fall back into sleep.

Her family knew about the change in Sammy’s arrival, but Harry made them promise they won’t say a word to Y/N, keeping it as a surprise.

Her mother welcomes the two of them with warm excitement, the house already smelling amazing from all the different cookies she’s been baking, the dinner is also in the making on the stove.

“Finally here!” she hugs both of them, even though she hasn’t officially met Harry, only talked to him on the phone about Sammy’s early arrival. “Come on in!”

The two of them get rid of their winter attire before Harry turns to her mother holding out a hand to make their first meeting official.

“So nice to meet ya, I’m Harry.”

Instead of taking his hand her mother pulls him into another tight hug that he returns with a soft chuckle.

“I’m so happy you are finally here! I’ve heard so much good about you,” she tells him with a sly, knowing smile while Y/N is not looking. “I can tell you are a blessing to the family already.”

“Thank you,” he nods smiling.

Harry meets Y/N’s dad and two of her cousins who have arrived earlier and they all gather in the living room just talking at first, then soon enough they start playing board games. They get stuck on Activity, the pairs are Y/N and Harry, her mom and dad, and her two cousins. The competition is burning up the house, Harry can tell they all take the game very seriously.

Through the game Harry keeps glancing out the window, waiting for a car to park at the driveway. He has sent a car to pick Sammy up, but since he didn’t have his phone on him just yet he couldn’t let Harry know when he would be arriving exactly.

Just after he is done drawing in one of the rounds he sees the black car pull up at the house. Harry pretends to get a call and he can see the excitement grow in her parents’ eyes as they already know what this means, while Y/N is oblivious to anything that’s about to happen. Harry quietly makes his way out of the house hoping he didn’t draw her attention, and that’s when Sammy gets out of the car thanking the driver for the ride. As he turns around Harry is stunned to see how much the two of them resemble. He sees her eyes in his, their ears curl the same way and he has the exactly same hair color as her. There was no doubt the two of them were related.

“Harry, right?” he asks holding his hand out firmly that Harry takes smiling.

“Yeah. Sammy, I supposed.”

“The one and only,” he chuckles holding his bag’s strap over his shoulder.

“I would love to chat more, but I think we should move inside first,” Harry suggests and Sammy follows him up the few stairs that leads to the front door.

“Harry! Come on, we are up next!” Y/N calls out from the living room as the two guys walk inside.

She is seated on the floor, her back to the hallway so she doesn’t see when the two men walk in, grinning from ear to ear. She only notices something is happening when she sees her mother gasp happily at the sight of her son.

“What—“ she starts but turning around her words disappear as she stares up at her brother who she hasn’t seen in what feels like ages.

Harry overflows with joy when he sees how shocked she is, in the best way possible. He watches her leap to her feet and jolt right at Sammy, throwing herself into his arms as he lifts her up, twirling her around in excitement.

“Hi there, little sis,” he chuckles still holding her close as she is fighting with her tears upon the surprise she just had.

“How… What are you doing here early?” she asks in total awe as she tries to comprehend that he is truly here, in her arms.

“Ask you boyfriend,” Sammy chuckles looking in Harry’s direction. “He arranged an early leaving for me, I don’t know how, but he did,” Sammy adds letting go of his sister.

As her parents make their way to their son Y/N moves over to Harry, still in complete disbelief that he did this.

“How?” she asks, arms snaking up around his neck while his hands get a hold of her waist.

“I have… connections,” he shrugs shyly and she just shakes her head laughing before she pulls him down for the sweetest thank you kiss.

“I can’t believe you,” she sighs pecking his lips once again.

“What I can’t believe is that he could keep it a secret this long,” Sammy speaks up.

“Wait, how long have you known this?”

“A couple weeks. Got it finalized early December,” Harry admits, feeling proud that he could make this happen.

“So this is why we had to change the tickets!” she gasps in realization. “When do we have to leave for real then?”

“We are staying until the 25th, our plane leaves in the afternoon,” he smiles warmly as he sees her eyes light up. According to the original plans they would have had only two days with Sammy at home, but this way it’s almost four entire days. “This was the most I could get, Love,” Harry adds, feeling a bit guilty that they are leaving to see his family, but Y/N shakes her head.

“This is absolutely perfect. You gave me the best present,” she smiles cupping his face in her hands as she pulls him down for another kiss.

This Christmas goes down as the best one she has ever had. The time they spend with her family holds a special place in her heart, especially because she loves seeing her family and Harry get along so well. She now knows what he felt when she met his mother and sister. Seeing him be so kind to her mom and have loads of things to talk about with her dad and brother warms her in a way only Harry can make her feel.

The feeling doesn’t change when they arrive to his home. She feels like she is part of the family just as much as he is. They spend some splendid days with his extended family, enjoying the spirit of the holidays and she is almost sad when it’s time for them to leave.

“Come back soon, Sweetheart,” Anne tells her when they are saying goodbye at the airport.

“I will, if he is okay with bringing me next time,” she chuckles glancing at Harry by her side.

“Oh I sure am, Love,” he smiles kissing the top of her head.

Those couple of days they spend together in the city holds memories they will surely never forget. They finally get to spend time together without anything interrupting them, just enjoying the little moments, falling deeper in love with each passing day.

The last day arrives in a fast pace and neither of them can believe the year is ending so soon. They spend the day in bed mostly before it’s time to get ready for the party one of Harry’s friends is hosting in Manhattan.

It’s a nice way to end such a wonderful year, they mix and mingle with the guests but keep each other close, especially when they reach the last minutes of the year left. Harry takes her hand and pulls her out to the balcony to have some privacy before the countdown.

“Crazy how we are here,” he sighs as his arms are wrapped around her figure, warming her body as much as he can in the New York City winter time.

“Who would have thought?” she chuckles placing a sweet kiss to his jawline.

“Not me,” he admits laughing. “But I’m glad it’s my reality now.”

Y/N smiles up at him with gratitude in her eyes, just when the countdown starts inside.

“Have you ever had a New Year’s Eve kiss?” Harry asks as he pulls her closer, if that’s even possible.

“Sadly, I have not.”

“Then can I have the pleasure to be your first?” he smirks down at her and she just nods biting into her bottom lip.

“Three! Two! One!” the guests call out inside as the whole city erupts at the same time, fireworks go off and cheering echoes through the building, but it all fades into nothing as Harry leans down and kisses her sweetly. They spend the first couple of moments of the new year melted together until they pull back for air. The crispy winter air has turned his nose red quickly and she is lost in how adorable but handsome he still manages to look.

“Harry Styles,” she sighs feeling defeated by her own feelings. “You are one wonderful creature, you know that?” she wonders, as if she was saying her inner thoughts out loud. Harry chuckles as he presses a kiss to her forehead.

“That makes the two of us, Love.”

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all-about-celebs · 2 years

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As It Was By Harry Styles Theory

Hey guys! This is my first post here. I decided to kick off this blog by doing an analysis of Harry Styles’ new song and music video, Larry edition, in honor of this song just coming out. If you don’t like Larry, kindly leave this post and don’t send me any hate. You guys can send me nice comments and questions. First, let’s go over the lyrics.

Enjoy!

Lyrics

As It Was"

Come on, Harry, we wanna say goodnight to you, In an interview, Harry said that the little kid’s voice in the beginning belongs to his goddaughter.

Holdin' me back

Gravity's holdin' me back

I want you to hold out the palm of your hand

Why don't we leave it at that?

Nothin' to say

When everything gets in the way

Seems you cannot be replaced I have seen a theory online that says that the “We Made It” Director’s Cut video relates to these lyrics. The theory says that this lyric is about Louis’ decision to extend his contract with Simon Cowell. If you are a Larry you know how many people think he mistreated the 1D boys. Harry didn’t want Louis to extend his contract and keep working with Simon, but Louis said he had to.

And I'm the one who will stay, oh-oh-oh

In this world, it's just us

You know it's not the same as it was

In this world, it's just us

You know it's not the same as it was

As it was, as it was

You know it's not the same

Answer the phone

"Harry, you're no good alone

Why are you sitting at home on the floor?

What kind of pills are you on?" I have a theory. I think Louis is the blue pill and Harry is the red one. This makes sense because in the music video Harry is wearing a red outfit and the woman (representing Louis) is wearing a blue outfit. Blue represents Louis because his eyes are blue. Harry also wore red because that is Louis’ favorite color.

Ringin' the bell

And nobody's coming to help

Your daddy lives by himself

He just wants to know that you're well, oh-oh-oh

In this world, it's just us

You know it's not the same as it was

In this world, it's just us

You know it's not the same as it was

As it was, as it was

You know it's not the same

Go home, get ahead, light-speed internet

I don't wanna talk about the way that it was

Leave America, two kids follow her He could be talking about Olivia Wilde (supposedly Harry’s girlfriend) leaving America to go visit him in the UK and bringing her kids but I don’t know.

I don't wanna talk about who's doin' it first

(Hey)

As it was

You know it's not the same as it was

As it was, as it was

Another theory I have seen online is this song is about Harry’s PR relationship with Olivia. That is why he is happy at the end of the music video. He is free.

OK, let’s start from the beginning of the video and analyze it.

Harry is blurry at the beginning of the video. I think that symbolizes him not knowing who he is.

Then the video comes more into focus. That symbolizes Harry discovering himself and finding out who he really is.

In this scene Harry is walking backwards. Maybe this represents him having doubts about who he is.

This man looks very suspicious. I don’t know how the editors or Harry missed that man. He must be there on purpose. Maybe it is Louis or it represents Louis.

Then Harry changes into a red tank top and pants and starts walking on a circular turn table thing (I don’t really know what to call it) with a woman. He then hugs her. It kind of reminds me of this.

Since the girl represents Louis, I think Harry is either trying to protect her (Louis) from something or trying to keep Louis from running away from him (because their solo careers are pulling them in different directions).

When the woman falls off the turn table thing, it’s like their relationship didn’t work out.

I got this idea from a theory I saw online. What if the 5 people represent the 5 1D boys? Harry is in red, Louis is in blue, Niall is the guy in the very back, Zayn is the guy with the brown trench coat and Liam is the other girl. They are all taking off their clothes to show the pressure is off of them now that they went solo.

The cages mean that Harry and Louis are trapped by something (probably their old contracts).

I think the blonde girl represents Olivia. Since she appears when the cages are there, this scene could represent Harry being forced to be with her even though he doesn’t want to.

This picture of Harry reaching out for the woman kind of reminds me of this picture of Harry and Louis’ hands.

Part 2 coming soon

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lizzie-tempest · 2 years

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Okay so what about 1-10 on the soft asks post?

Woo this is a long answer XD

1. what song makes you feel better?

Right now, it's probably Musician by Porter Robinson. It's really catchy, so it gets me really hyped and it's inspiring as well *sobs*

2. what’s your feel-good movie?

I admit I struggled with this for a bit. I really had to ask myself "What's the one movie that I go back to when I feel bad?" and at this point, I can narrow it down to two. Deadpool and Detective Pikachu. They're both hilarious, Deadpool is my favourite "hero" and Detective Pikachu was the last movie I ever saw in cinemas before the pandemic, so it's always going to have a special place in my heart because of that.

3. what’s your favorite candle scent?

Definitely vanilla. It just reminds me of the days when me and my mum will have a baking day. Reminds me of home. And cake.

4. what flower would you like to be given?

This is another tricky one, because I've never really been given flowers so I haven't had to think about it before. I really like forget-me-nots but they're really small. But when they spread everywhere it just looks gorgeous.

5. who do you feel most you around?

I probably feel the most me around my friend irl, T. I'm constantly having to keep a filter on what I saw, whether it's because of work or because I accidentally insult someone due to my autism. But T doesn't care about that, she encourages me to let the filter down and just be myself :)

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

I hate having to skip questions, but I physically cannot bring myself to do this. It's just not in me to be kind to myself.

7. what color brings you peace?

Yellow. It's a nice bright and happy colour.

8. tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good.

There's so many people I want to tag. All of my Tumblr friends make me feel great. You guys know who you are!

9. what calms you down?

Listening to music. I can be in a place that I hate with a passion, but if you give me some headphones and let me listen to Spotify, I'm happy.

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

I'm super excited for a concert I'm going to next month. Even though I'm 29, I've never been to a concert. But Porter Robinson is touring Europe and he's coming to the UK next month. You have no idea how determined I was to make sure I got the tickets XD

#phoenixember7 #ask game #lizzie speaks #hope this was okay!

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hood-ex · 3 years

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Dick stares at the ceiling of his darkened bedroom for what feels like forever before the alarm on his phone starts going off. The Backstreet Boys song that Babs had set as his default alarm fills the room with a chorus of, “Everybody! Rock your body right! Backstreet's back alright!”

He normally tries to shut the obnoxious song up as soon as it goes off, but, well, there isn’t really anything normal about Dick’s current situation, and he figures that letting the song play out for a little longer than usual might curb his feelings of homesickness.

It fades into background noise as he flings off the covers and rolls out of bed, wincing as his bare feet meet the chilled wood floor. He blindly turns in the direction of the Alexa device and��wait. It’s called Cora in this universe, not Alexa.

Right.

“Cora, turn on Dick’s bedroom lights,” he says to the small white device that’s sitting on the bedside table. Cora glows green to indicate that she heard the demand, and the lights flicker on immediately.

Dick squints at the sudden brightness and stumbles his way into the bathroom for a piss and a quick shower. It takes him all of ten minutes to finish. After he dries his hair with a towel, he heads to the closet and surveys the small selection of clothes that are all in his size but aren’t actually his. That’s made obvious by the fact that all the shirts are neutral colored, many of the pants are ripped at the knees, and any form of outerwear consists mostly of hoodies.

At 27-years-old, Dick can’t imagine himself wearing ripped jeans. He knows from what Alfred told him when he arrived here that this universe’s Dick is only 19. Still, even when Dick was that age, he’d been wearing outfits that were considered more fashionable.

He figures the casual wear has something to do with the fact that this universe’s Alfred and Bruce are way more laid back in both manner and appearance than his own. Just yesterday, Bruce had been wandering around the kitchen in nothing but briefs and a t-shirt, something Dick's Alfred would definitely not have been pleased about.

He grins at the memory and surveys his options one last time before pulling on some light wash jeans and a beige colored Stussy shirt. He goes for a watch next—this Dick is apparently a watch guy because he’s got like six of them—and while he’s in the middle of fastening it to his wrist, he’s startled by Cora suddenly glowing green and emanating the sound of a bell ringing.

Alfred’s pre-recorded voice then comes through the speaker and says, “Breakfast is ready. Please make your way downstairs before it gets cold.”

Dick has to admit that out of all the things that are different about this alternate universe, having Alfred take full advantage of Cora’s abilities is one of the most amusing. Also, weirdly convenient. He’ll have to see about teaching Alfie how to use Alexa when he gets back home.

The Backstreet Boys are finally silenced once Dick turns off the alarm. He shoves his phone in his pocket before following the heavenly scent of food towards the kitchen.

The first thing he sees when he walks in is Bruce is sitting at the table with a tablet, no doubt reading this morning’s news. He’s already dressed in a black polo with the Wayne Enterprises crest embroidered on the breast. It’s tucked into a pair of gray trousers that are nicely tapered and draw attention to his suede penny loafers. Bruce’s hair is already neatly styled into place, and as Dick takes a seat across from him at the table, the smell of spicy cologne hits his nose. He can’t help but feel a little sad that the cologne isn’t the same as what his Bruce wears.

Bruce sets the tablet to the side when Dick finally settles in his seat. His soft blue eyes roam over Dick’s face in a way that Dick’s come to be familiar with since landing in this universe. He figures it’s because he looks a little different than 19-year-old Dick and that Bruce is probably curious about what his boy will look like in eight years. Either that or he just misses his kid in the same way Dick misses his Bruce.

“Morning, Dick,” Bruce greets with a smile, his tone rather chipper.

Bruce’s upbeat attitude and smiles had thrown Dick off when he’d first arrived in this universe, not having seen his own Bruce act like that since it was just the two of them against the world.

“Good morning, Master Dick,” Alfred greets while he gathers two plates from the marble island in the middle of the kitchen. He’s decked out in his white apron which looks pristine as always.

“Morning,” Dick says. He reaches for the carton of milk in the middle of the table and carefully pours it into the glass that’s been preset next to his placemat.

Alfred swoops in with the two plates and places one in front of Dick and the other in front of Bruce. Dick nearly curses in excitement when he sees what it is.

“A full English breakfast, Alf? Aw, you shouldn’t have,” he says, and his stomach rumbles loudly as if telling him to shut up and just eat. “But I’m so glad you did.”

“Me too,” Bruce says, having already taken a bite out of a sausage. “Thanks, Alfred. This is great.”

Dick hums in agreement and quickly works on lathering his bread with some of the beans, meat, and eggs.

“Thank you, sirs. I figured Master Dick might like it, seeing as he mentioned it’s something my counterpart enjoys making.”

“You figured right,” Dick says after he finishes swallowing a mouthful. “Back home, I’d eat one of these plates so fast that Alfie would get all Shakespeare on me.” With a switch in accent and tone, Dick imitates Alfred and says, “‘He hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his!’”

Something like pride fills his chest when both Bruce and Alfred’s faces scrunch up in laughter. Bruce’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and Alfred covers his mouth with his hand to hide his amusement.

Dick’s just glad they have something like Shakespeare to relate to even though he knows that this universe's William Shakespeare only wrote half the number of plays that are in Dick’s universe. Not seeing the recognition on Bruce and Alfred’s faces when he had quoted Romeo and Juliet at them the other night had broken his heart if only because it’s quoted frequently in his family.

“Sounds like Alfred alright,” Bruce grins.

“I’ll have to save that for when our Master Dick returns,” Alfred says, looking both fond and sad at the reminder of his missing boy.

“He’ll get a kick out of it,” Bruce nods, looking equally as wistful.

Dick shifts uncomfortably in his seat at the blatant display of affection for his counterpart. He can’t help but wonder if he’s being missed just as strongly back home. If he is, he’s sure it’s not being expressed as openly as this. Well, he likes to think that Babs, Tim, and Damian might have something to say about it in their own ways.

Alfred clears his throat to dispel the sudden quiet that falls over them. “Excuse me, sirs. I’ll be eating my own breakfast in the other room.”

“Going to catch up on watching You Just Got Served?” Bruce asks knowingly.

“What’s that?” Dick asks.

“A morning gossip show in the UK,” Bruce says, taking a sip of his coffee to no doubt hide his smirk from Alfred’s piercing gaze.

“Gossip,” Alfred practically scoffs as if offended by the idea that he could ever find such a thing enjoyable. He grabs his plate and cup of tea from the counter, and before he leaves the kitchen, Dick hears him mutter, “If I wanted to be entertained by gossip of all things then I would spend my days reading tabloids with your face plastered across them, Master Bruce.”

“Ohhh, burn!” Dick cackles while mentally high fiving Alfred and his quick tongue.

Bruce cocks an eyebrow. “Burn?”

Right. Universe differences.

“Where I’m from it’s something you say when someone else gets mocked or teased but, like, in a playful way.”

“Oh,” Bruce says quietly, eyes raised to the ceiling like he’s thinking. “I don’t know if we have a word like that here. I’ll have to ask Dick when he’s back.”

Dick hums in acknowledgment and falls quiet. His mind is a little occupied by all the food that’s still sitting in front of him, and he can tell that Bruce is the same way. Both of them are happy to sit in comfortable silence while they finish off the majority of their meals.

It’s only when Dick is washing most of it down with his milk that Bruce suddenly asks, “You sleep okay, Chum?”

Dick pauses at the question. Not because Bruce refers to him by the same nickname that his own Bruce calls him on occasion, but because the nickname is said with a soft look that Dick hasn’t seen on his own Bruce’s face in god knows when. He’s not sure what prompted the question, but he guesses he must look a bit rough for Bruce to bring it up.

“Kind of,” Dick admits with a shrug. He places his glass back on the table and then continues to dig into the scraps on his plate.

“Nightmares?” Bruce prods after chewing a mouthful of baked beans. His eyes are trained on Dick, and they’re unguarded in a way that his Bruce’s rarely are. It’s obvious he’s concerned, and Dick feels slightly touched that this Bruce who isn’t his dad is worried about him.

Dick’s fringe flops in his face when he shakes his head. “Nah,” he says. “My mind just wouldn’t shut up.”

Bruce hums. “Thinking about home?”

“Yeah,” Dick sighs. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair. “Mostly just thinking about what I’m going to do if things go wrong in my universe and my Bruce isn’t able to implement the protocol.”

The protocol in this particular situation, as Dick had explained to Bruce the first night he showed up in this universe, involves a ten day wait period. He’s to standby and wait for his Bruce to get either Zatanna or Doctor Fate to open a dimensional portal to take Dick home. If they don’t come within the first ten days of Dick’s arrival, Dick is supposed to seek out the closest thing this universe has to a magic user.

On one hand, Dick is lucky that he ended up in a universe that has a non-hostile Batman who’s willing to help him. On the other hand, he’s completely fucked in that this universe’s Zatanna is on a deep space mission and isn’t due to return for another month. The League is also apparently not on good terms with Doctor Fate here, and while it’s not out of the question that they can eventually get him to help, Dick’s been told that it will be extremely difficult.

Dick knows that Bruce has already been looking into other options, desperate to get his own Dick Grayson back. For now, they’re mostly relying on Dick’s Bruce to make a successful swap.

“We’ll figure it out, Chum,” Bruce says with a comforting smile. “Worst case scenario, we wait a month for my Zatanna to get back.”

Dick bites his lip. “And if she dies on the mission?”

Bruce’s face shifts into a closed off expression that’s familiar to Dick but looks weirdly out of place on this Bruce's face. “Like I said… we’ll figure it out.”

Dick's mouth twists into a frown at the answer that is, frankly, not good enough for him. The only thing that keeps him from pushing the issue further is that he can tell Bruce isn’t satisfied with his answer either.

Dick decides to back off… for now.

#Dick Grayson #Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #dimension travel #my fic

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1ddotdhq · 4 years

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🖕Mon Sept 28 ‘20 👓

First things first: see ya Psycho! Music Week published an article confirming Syco’s “low-key” demise. Music Week tells us two interesting things - the first is that “artists from [Cowell’s] TV show will now be free to sign to any label, with Sony no longer enjoying first refusal”. The second interesting tidbit is that “all Syco Music employees and artists have now either been redeployed within Sony Music, or have left the company”. Happy days!

More like busy days - for Harry, at least! He was seen yesterday evening in LA, taking pictures with a fan. He was wearing a mask (sexy) and a mini hair clip (less sexy, but adorable nonetheless). We can take this as an indication that pre-production for Don’t Worry Darling is likely underway, and as he’s the lead male role (!!!!!!), he has RESPONSIBILITIES and so he had to be there before the day of the actual shoot. Your intern spent a few hours reading up on film set guidelines, so I’m going to tell you that at some point between the UK, Italy, the UK again, and LA, Harry got himself screened and tested negative for COVID, as is mandatory to do before entering a film set. These sets are closed, and any visitors must also undergo screenings, as far as I could tell. Anyways, hopefully that keeps him safe and busy for the next few months!

His Grammy campaign is ALSO underway, as his team told Music Week that they’ve “got a few more things up [their sleeve] for the rest of the year, but [we’ll] have to wait and see”. Is it the Golden video? I bet it’s the Golden video. Some more information about Harry’s accessories also became available to the public today: his custom vampire wife blue HS bag was VERY custom-made, apparently, as he specifically requested that color blue for his initials (the letters are normally done in a ~golden~ thread, which makes it funner, imo). In case you’re curious - it IS the same color as his Light’s Up costume, the Vespa, the room that Falling was shot in, and on and on and on. He does seem to rather have a fascination with that color, doesn’t he? Almost like...he gets so lost inside it? Can you believe it??

Hahaha okay moving on: Zayn ALSO keeps on keepin’ on to make Z3 a more tangible reality: he registered two new songs today: “Different” and “Look At Me Now”. And even #better (last time, I promise haha) - “Better” was featured on Amazon Music’s “song of the day”! I have to hear the songs before I say anything about it, but I do sort of hope that things will be “Different” this time around - “Better” - and that he’s telling us “Look At Me Now”. To use twitter terminology, I’m manifesting good things for him.

Liam had a feature in Esquire Mexico, where they talked about his early aspirations as an Olympic runner changing into his decision to give up running to focus on music. I wish they had talked about this a bit more, because I can’t expect that was an easy decision, but also, he would have been around 14 when he made it. That’s a BIG responsibility for a kid, and I want to hear how he felt about it then, and how he feels about it now, some thirteen years on. About his music career, he says: “The effort is what really counts. Having tried it was fundamental, but also understanding that if it didn’t work, it just wasn’t for me”. He does, however, attribute his success to his obsessive attitude (hmmm). At any rate, you’re a JOY to have around, Liam, so I’m glad it DID work out!

The feature also came with PICTURES, of course, in which he looks better than anyone reasonably has a right to - I have to keep reminding myself that if I want to stay impartial, I can’t be attracted to any of them, but DAMN did Liam test my resolve in these! They had him in glasses and a knitted hoodie/jumper/sweater thing holding a guitar on the cover photo. There are other pictures in which he’s wearing half undone button up shirts and too cool for school shades and looking moodily off into the distance (while holding his guitar) and a few where he’s looking pensively down in a blue paisley shirt and glasses (whew!). I think it’s the glasses that killed me, tbh, but go check them out, because I’m certainly not doing them justice!

In some sunny news, Free My Meal popped up again to thank Louis for raising awareness for their cause, calling him a legend (we been knew, but it’s nice to see!) and using hashtags like “#noshame” and “#justask”, and I have to say - sometimes, you would be surprised at how kind people can be if you ask. ALSO, I am bringing this charity up literally ANY TIME I have the opportunity to, because I think it is doing phenomenal work, and I wish there were more programs like this one.

I also have a little bit of a Clown Car update for you: yesterday, Nick Gordon posted a “#theysaidyes” picture, featuring both Briana and Freddie, and captioning with a quote from...wait for it...When Harry Met Sally!!! He then went on a comment reading spree, liking such comments as “Although you are not the real father, you will be the best father, believe me” and “*** **”. I...am actually speechless, which never happens to me. AND THEN! Briana followed and account called “thepropertybrokers” which is an “Investment Property Specialist” account in Beverly Hills. Are you...going somewhere, girl? Don’t be shy, *** **.

And, hmmm, let me think - what day is it? Oh, yeah, the 28th, I almost forgot! You know who DIDN'T? Paul Higgins, former One Direction bodyguard and bona fide Tour Dad, who went around Instagram liking “Happy Anniversary, Harry and Louis!” posts, including my favorite, which was captioned: “Happy 7th anniversary love birds! 28th September 2013 - it’s so great to see how two beautiful friends finally did it!...”. Yeah, guys, nothing to see here, they’re just celebrating 7 years of a beautiful and committed BROMANCE, doncha know?

#harry styles #zayn malik #liam payne #louis tomlinson #the clown car #briana #nick gordon #also you can now buy Harry's daffodil necklace on Eliou's website #they're calling it the Harry Necklace but tbh i like my name better #idk if anyone else cares about the filming guidelines in LA but i spent a ton of time reading about it so here you lol #*here you go lol #ngl I’m a little disappointed about no new Louis merch but it’s probably the best thing for my bank account #song of the day!#Waking in the Dark by Only the Poets #yup thats it from me today i think thats more than enough #hahaha

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chaerincore · 3 years

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EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH SAKURA! (2021)

in which CORE4’s maknae gets asked random questions submitted by GALAXY, at rapid fire! how did she do?

warning(s): none!

notes: none.

tags: @skzfairies @nemonadex [send me a request in my asks to join!]

Q: how do you start your day?

A: i get up, stretch, then i shower, sometimes it’s warm, but sometimes it’s a cold one.

Q: cooking or baking?

A: baking! i can cook, but eunwoo is much better at it.

Q: what’s a show/movie you’ve been watching a lot recently?

A: i don’t watch anything really, but when i have the time, i like watching itaewon class or run-on.

Q: when you meet someone, what’s the first thing that you notice about them?

A: their eyes. it sounds a little odd, but you can tell a lot about a person’s demeanor and mood based on the look in their eyes.

Q: outside of your group, are you close with any of your peers?

A: yes! these days i’ve been seeing yuri & yunho from ATEEZ, lee know from stray kids. just recently, i also had plans with jiwoo from KARD!

Q: favorite holiday?

A: christmas! it’s the same day as my birthday.

Q: what’s one thing you still have from your childhood?

A: i still have a lot from my childhood at home, because when i came to korea, i was still very young, but i did bring my first cassette player with me. it reminds me of home.

Q: most recent celebrity crush?

A: i’m with my crush, and have been since 2019.

Q: what’s your staple wardrobe item(s)?

A: cardigans, sweaters, anything that’s knitted or oversized. whenever i can, i love feeling comfortable.

Q: who do you turn to when you’re sad?

A: my members or my partner, one hundred percent.

Q: what’s the most important piece of advice you could ever give someone?

A: don’t ever change or conform in order to fit someone else’s unrealistic standards, only do it if it benefits you somehow, and makes you happy in the end.

Q: if you could get something back from the past, what would it be? why?

A: some more time to enjoy my childhood would be nice, i’ve been working on becoming a performer for so long that i think that i lost a lot of memories as a kid.

Q: if you weren’t an idol, where in life would you currently be?

A: i’d still be in my small hometown in the UK, probably knee-deep in my advanced studies. but i don’t know if i’d still stick to dancing, or if i’d be studying something else.

Q: three qualities that got you where you are today?

A: passion, perseverance, trust.

Q: what was the moment where you realized you finally made it to your dreams?

A: this is a tough one for me, but i think it was either our first music show win, or the day that i got a call from my manager saying that little mix wanted me to be a mentor on the search… i remember feeling so shocked that they even knew i existed, i grew up looking up to them, i still do!

Q: the most heartbreaking moment/realization about your career decision?

A: probably coming home to seeing how much things have changed since i left/last visited, realizing how many funerals, birthdays, and special moments i had been missing.

Q: you’ve met a lot of celebrities, but who made you absolutely starstruck?

A: definitely my label-mate & mentor, HyunA, and the little mix members.

Q: what was the first album you bought/received?

A: the first album (not including cassettes or vinyls) that i purchased myself was room 93 by halsey.

Q: when in love, what was the craziest thing you’ve ever done?

A: i made a mixtape to confess how i felt for my partner because i’m not really the best with words, and i didn’t know how else to express my emotions.

Q: would you ever share those songs off of that mixtape with the world?

A: no, it’s too precious and personal to us.

Q: if you could live in a foreign country, where would it be?

A: i’m not sure if i’d want to live in a foreign country again… i think i’d much rather be back home in the UK, or stay here in korea.

#CORE4 #kpop au #kpop coed group #kpop imagines #kpop extra member #kpop ocs #ateez au #stray kids au #dreamcatcher #pentagon

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Btw I realize I never ended up writing what I thought about the ESC so here’s my thoughts

I did enjoy Serbia’s song and the performance art she put on

Moldova’s song was amazing, I was transported to an Eastern European wedding and I for one adore that

Moldova’s song reminded me of Gogol Bordello, which is my way of saying- Ukraine when will you send Gogol Bordello????

I also really liked Ukraine’s song, they never phone it in, they always go full in. Loving the flute renaissance btw

I am literally listening to Lithuania’s song as we speak

Latvia and Norway were good. i enjoyed Latvia’s energy, but I think that by the end of the song I was ready to move on. Norway’s, on the other hand? Always a pleasure

ACHILLE LAURO, MY LOVE, I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY DID THAT TO YOU I’M SO SORRY BABY

Which btw the absolute whiplash of Australia’s performance after San Marino lolololol

I really loved what Australia was doing with the costuming. Like actually loved staring at the singer’s clothes. Shame about the song.

You can take the European away from Europe, but you can’t take the Eurotrash childhood out of the European. Which is my way of saying that I liked Croatia and Austria, to the great bafflement of my North American friends and spouse. i’m sorry, spouse and friend. That’s my childhood.

I liked Belgium’s song, and no one is more surprised than me about this fact (I have a prejudice against non-funny pop songs at Eurovision). Like????? But in my defense, I was fascinated by the fact that it sounded like a James Bond song. And I do generally like James Bond songs so, uhm... *shrugs*

Speaking of non-funny pop songs at Eurovision that I somehow enjoyed to my own surprise; Ireland. I think my brain was being ironic or something? Idk she seemed nice tho

Continuing the shocking enjoyment of pop songs; Romania. At first I was too shocked by him speaking Spanish to skip it, then fruity business was happening and then I ended up listening to all of it and I was like “i mean, idk, the song is catchy and I was confused, so peak Eurovision i think?”

I did enjoy Estonia’s song, though I think most of it was the allure of Orville Peck

Circus Mircus my babies what have they done to you ç_ç

We stan hypnotic Iceland sirens playing something kinda country

Btw dear god Iceland contains multitude. The country just has the range

The UK guy was really sweet. I have absolutely no memory of what he sung.

Finland has, in the last years, sent what i lovingly define as “baby’s first metal”. I mean this with all the love and affection in my heart. Anyway, this year they literally sent baby’s first metal.

It’s me. I am baby. The Rasmus were one of me first metals.

I loved them they just looked so happy to be there

What the fuck why didn’t Albania pass? Of all the girlboss songs, she was working it

For fuck’s sake, Spain. You could have sent Tanxugueiras instead. We could have had Tanxugueiras instead

If I haven’t mentioned a country, it’s because i have forgotten about it and therefore didn’t like it, with the exception of Italy. I have a message about Italy.

You people are just simps for Italian. They sent a boring ballad that would have been mocked to hell and back had the Netherlands sent it, but Italy does it and “oh my god it’s so good, the voice like an angel, every time i cry, 12 points.” We can send the saddest guy on a piano and half of Europe will go “oh my god outstanding showstopping literally never done before Italy is always out here raising the bar”

Like I understand my Italian brethen, they’re blinded by nationalism, but the rest of Europe baffles me. I mean Mahmood sent you “Soldi”, you must know he can do better than the boring ballad! You people got “Brividi” when Mahmood makes bangers like “Barrio”! You could have been listening to Barrio all this time!!!!!!!!!

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TLNRS-Part Six (Marcus)

Without further ado- part six!!

Warnings: some cursing, brief illusion to panic attacks, low self esteem

Enjoy!!

@kettnerjanea @jelly-fishy-babie @the-graceful-ace @amwolowicz @batsdothings @waxingmoonstone @littlebabybatthings @mauvette268 @katsav17 @batsuperflashmartianwonderman @imyourapocalypse @chubbybbt @bepo-is-sorry @raindancer2004 @artaxerxesthegreat @bethanymccauley @bloodsweatandsnapple @kawaiipoplover268 @legithraclya

The next morning found you down in the kitchen for breakfast, a silly grin on your face and a happy song on your lips.

Last night’s date had been...amazing. You didn’t know anyone could be that attentive and sweet and Marcus had blown even the Queen’s expectations out of the water.

You gave a happy twirl and goosebumps erupted over your skin as you remembered the hooded look in his eyes and the gentle way he had wooed you over the course of the evening.

It was way too soon for Love and you were still a bit wary and skittish of anything remotely romantic, especially with Vampires, this soon after the whole Carlisle debacle, but oh, did you wish and want whatever this was to come to fruition.

It was so nice to be appreciated and feel as if you were sought after.

“Sounds like someone had a good night,” Edward’s sudden voice came from behind you and you jumped with a yelp.

“Eddie!” you scolded, holding a hand over your heart, willing it to stay within your rib cage, “Don’t do that!”

To your surprise, Edward lifted his hands in the air, a serious look on his face.

“No harm meant, Y/N.”

Your brow furrowed- what the heck was his problem? It wasn’t like you thought he meant to scare you into an early grave.

Edward’s head tilted a little behind him and you looked over his shoulder to lock eyes with Jane.

“Oh, hello,” you said with a small, uncertain smile. The Volturi has all been incredibly welcoming and helpful, but the Witch Twins had been more standoffish than the rest.

Which you could understand. After all, you were a human, and an Unwanted Mate at that.

Edward’s eyes narrowed in your direction and you gave a small sigh.

Honestly, you loved Eddie like a brother but the mind reading thing was a bit tiresome at times.

And it wasn’t like you were wrong!

You were human and you were an Unwanted Bond Mate.

Simple as that. No amount of positive thinking or good self esteem was going to change that.

You turned your attention back to Jane as she shifted and stepped further into the kitchen.

“You are okay?” the blonde vampire asked emotionless, ruby eyes darting from you to Edward and back again.

You tried valiantly to tramp down the warmth that blossomed in your chest at her question.

It was nice to know that she cared, even if she was just asking out of what was probably duty to one of her Kings.

You were suddenly grateful that Jasper didn’t like you enough to hang around like Edward.

One invasive-talented vampire was enough.

A gentle throat clearing reminded you that you had yet to answer, so with a very red face, you assured her that you were fine.

Jane stared you down for a few moments, long enough for you to start fidgeting, before giving a single nod and disappearing.

You turned wide eyes to Edward who just shook his head with a chuckle.

“I have no idea,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes.

Uh huh. Sure.

“Where’s Bella this morning?” you asked curiously as you continued to make your breakfast.

“Packing for our return trip,” Edward said quietly after a moment and you froze, all happy thoughts of Marcus disappearing as it dawned on you.

They were returning to Forks.

You probably should too.

Your mind started to race. What was it going to be like, back in Forks with the Cullens? Could you even stand to see them every day? Would their sudden apologetic and sad demeanors make you give in when you should stay strong or would their attitudes change back to how they were once you were out of Italy? Did you even want to stay in Forks? What if you didn’t have your job when you got back? What if you never recovered from being an Unwanted? What if—

A cold hand was suddenly on your shoulder and you were drawn back into a gentle, brotherly embrace.

“Breathe, Y/N,” Edward murmured into your hair. “Just breathe for a few moments, okay?”

You nodded as best you could with your head tucked into his chest, but dutifully took a few deep breaths.

Why were you like this?

You were pretty sure that normal people wouldn’t be freaking out over a sentence as simple as, “She’s packing”.

Then again, what exactly was normal anymore? Since apparently vampires existed and had their own version of the Mafia.

Edward snorted and you gave a somewhat shaky smile.

Well, at least you were entertaining to someone.

“You are not going to be forced to go back with us, Y/N,” Edward said softly after a few quiet moments. “I am sure that Aro would welcome you here.”

You raised your head to frown at the vampire. “I am not going to be a charity case.”

To your surprise, Edward actually rolled his eyes.

“Aro thinks many things about you, Y/N, but charity case is not one of them.”

You blushed at the slight reprimand and burrowed your face back into Edward’s chest.

A gentle hand ran through your hair and Edward added quietly, “There are a lot of people who care for you, Y/N. Never forget that. And those same people would do everything in their power to make sure you were taken care of and provided for. You have a way of endearing yourself to people quickly and we vampires are no different. Those that want to take care of you do so because of you and who you are, not because of any sort of pity.”

That warmth was back, unfurling in your chest like a flower blooming on a warm spring day.

You squeezed the vampire in front of you in a tight hug, mentally sending your thanks.

You needed to hear that.

“Anytime,” came Edward’s murmur and then you found yourself suddenly seated at the table in a rush of wind.

Your forgotten breakfast was placed in front of you with the order to eat.

“You’ll feel even better when you have something on your stomach. And then you can decide if you want to stay or come back to Forks.”

You weren’t exactly sure what epiphany Edward thought your food would give you, but by the time you had finished eating, you still were no closer to figuring out what to do.

Should you stay or should you go?

What really was waiting for you back in Forks?

But then, what was really waiting for you here?

You gave a soft growl, a pathetic sounding one compared to the ones the vampires could produce, but it made you feel marginally better.

Maybe you could just go...live in England on your own. No vampires, no Mates, no supernatural.

Just the English countryside, horseback riding and rain.

You smiled big, this was a great solution!, and turned back to Edward who was looking at you in a mixture of both amusement and disbelief.

“Y/N,” he started after a moment, “what on Earth makes you think that’s going to be an option for you?”

Your jaw dropped.

“An option for me?” you parroted. “I’m a grown ass woman! Why wouldn’t it be an option?!”

Edward snorted in pure amusement now and took a seat across from you at the table.

“Y/N, there are too many vampires interested in your well being to let you go off on your own somewhere. And,” he continued, holding up a hand when you opened your mouth to interrupt him, “English is very wet, very rainy and very cloudy. Not the ideal place to try and get away from creatures that thrive in the shadows.”

You snapped your mouth shut.

The man had a point there.

Which kinda sucked. What a good excuse to move to the UK.

“Why don’t you come back with us, Y/N?” Edward suggested when your thoughts didn’t leave England.

Your eyes locked onto tawny gold.

“At least for a little while. That will give you a chance to get everything in order if you don’t decide to stay.”

You studied his face while you thought it over.

It would be good for you to go back. Get back to the familiar and comforting.

And maybe even get on with your life.

Although…

“I know it sounds kinda crazy, Edward, it being so soon and all, but I’m going to really miss everyone here.”

The mind reader picked up on exactly who you would miss the most and he gave a gentle smile.

“I can assure you the sentiment would be returned, if he wasn’t going along.”

You blinked once. Twice. Three times.

And then, “Wait, what?”

Edward leaned back in his chair, an air of smugness radiating from him.

“Marcus. King Marcus. The one with the beautiful eyes and the amazingly kind heart you haven’t stopped thinking about?”

You blushed red at that.

“He decided to come along with us to Forks,” Edward continued, “if you had decided to join us.”

“But why?” you asked in genuine confusion. Why would he want to go to Forks of all places?

Edward leveled you with a look that said, ‘Really?’

You leveled a look right back at him.

“He’s known me for a few days, Eddie. And we’ve had one date- if you can technically even call it that. Seems a little premature for him to go galavanting across half the globe for someone he just met.”

Edward leaned in, elbows on the table and face serious and close to yours.

“Y/N. Listen and listen good. You are worth it. Whatever my sire has said and done, however my coven has treated you, forget about it. I told you- you endear yourself to people quickly. The Volturi are no different. What they feel for you is true and all because of you. Bonded or no, Unwanted or no, they care for you. As do I. Don’t be so hard on yourself or surprised that Marcus would travel with you to Forks. There are more that would come if they could.”

“Young Edward is right,” a low, gravelly voice said from the doorway and you snapped your head over to see Marcus standing there, Volturi robes blending in with the shadowed doorway.

“You sell yourself much too short, Cara Mia. I am going with you to Forks because I wish to. Because I do not want you to have to face Carlisle and his coven alone. And because I very much want to see where this attraction between us may lead.”

Marcus stepped into the room and slowly made his way to your side before lowering himself elegantly to his knees.

“However,” he continued quietly, “should you wish me not to go, I will remain here in Volterra.”

You blinked dumbly at him.

“You mean, I have a say in this?” you asked in surprise.

Edward made an odd sound and Marcus looked stricken.

“Y/N,” he said earnestly, “you will always have a choice.”

You looked between the two of them and then your eyes went wide.

“No, that’s not what I meant! I mean it was, but not necessarily like that! Just...it is surprising to me that I would have a say in whether you went to Forks or not, because...well, of the obvious.”

“Why would you think you wouldn’t have an input into whether I accompanied you to Forks or not?” Marcus asked quietly.

You rose a brow. “You mean other than the fact that you’re a King? A Vampire one at that? You can go wherever you want- why would my opinion matter? I’m just me- human and decidedly not a royal.”

“But perhaps I am just Marcus- a man trying to woo a woman he’s beginning to care very deeply for. A man who wouldn’t want to press his luck and go anywhere he wasn’t welcome.”

Silence reigned in the kitchen. Marcus was looking intently at you, you were gaping probably quite unattractively back at him, and Edward was pretending to be engrossed in the ceiling to give you two the illusion of privacy.

“Y/N,” Marcus whisperer, cold hand lifting to gently cup your cheek. “May I accompany you to Forks? And act as your Protector?”

Edward’s attention was now focused intensely on the two of you, but you paid him no mind, your own attention captivated by the King kneeling at your feet.

“Yes,” you finally managed to murmur. “Please.”

A soft smile curled the edges of the Vampire King’s mouth and he smoothly stood.

“Then I have preparations to finish. I shall see you when we depart tonight, Y/N. Until then.”

With a kiss to the back of your hand, he was gone in a swirl of robes and a gust of wind.

Dazedly, you wondered if Aro’s flamboyance was contagious.

After a few minutes, you snapped out of it and looked over to see Edward looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“...What?” you asked cautiously.

“King Marcus,” Edward started, before stopping, his expression warring somewhere between joy and caution.

“King Marcus what?” you finally demanded when it seemed he wouldn’t say anything else.

“He asked to be your Protector.”

“Yeah? And?”

“And you agreed.”

“Yeah? And?!”

Edward’s honey gaze met your own.

“And he has formally claimed you. He is your Protector and you are his Charge. Your battles are his battles, your enemies are his enemies. He wants nothing more than your safety and happiness.”

You gaped as Edward leaned forward to add lowly, “He would now die for you.”

#twilight imagine #reader insert #volturi #cullens #marcus x reader #twilight

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Cavetown Is Bringing Their Heartwarming Vulnerability to Their Largest Headlining Tour Yet [Q&A]

UK indie singer-songwriter Cavetown has kicked off their long-awaited US headlining tour, featuring support from Tessa Violet and Addison Grace. Kicking off on March 22 in Buffalo, NY, the 20+ date run will make stops in major cities across the country, including a momentous show at Los Angeles’ Hollywood Palladium.

The tour follows the success of the artist's acclaimed EP Man's Best Friend and performances at major festivals, including Lollapalooza and Ohana Festival. We had the chance to speak with Cavetown about their headlining tour, recent single "Fall In Love With A Girl," featuring fellow indie-pop star beabadoobee, and more.

You just kicked off your headlining US tour this week! How are you feeling going into the journey?

I'm excited!! It's been over two years since my last US tour, which was literally the best time of my life. This run is looking like it'll be a new winner already.

What are the most fulfilling and most challenging aspects of being back on the road?

At home, I don't spend a lot of time socializing, so I love getting to spend so much time with my friends on the bus. It's like a big road trip with besties. At the same time, I'm not used to socializing so much, and it can be hard to get your own space on the road, which can be challenging. It also takes a lot to lead a show on stage as someone who is naturally introverted and anxious, so that takes a bit of getting used to.

What song has been the most fun to play live?

"Devil Town" is sick. For some reason, we never played the original rock-y version until recently, which absolutely slaps. It's right at the end of the set too (spoiler), so we can go crazy and not feel like we have to conserve energy for more songs.

What do you do in your spare time to unwind when traveling?

It helps to do some stuff that reminds me of my downtime at home, like watching Adventure Time, playing Minecraft, and drawing :)

Is there one particular city you are most excited to visit?

I'm stoked to go back to Toronto!! It's been forever since I was last there, and I have fond memories of the tiny venue I played when it was just me on my own. The green room was minuscule and had far too many dicks drawn on the walls, and there was someone who came and stood at the back with a huge lemon head-on, which was... unnerving.

How's Fig handling you being away?

Fig actually lives at my Dad's place, so he's chill, but I have my own little kitty called Juno, who lives with me. She's quite independent and likes her own space, so I think she quite likes having the house to herself, and she has a sitter who comes every day to check on her.

Your most recent release with beabadoobee, "Fall In Love With A Girl," is such a sweet single! What was it like working with her?

Dude, I love Bea. She is so cool, and it was a real pleasure to have her on a song with me. She and Jacob came to my place when I was living in London - they were both so so friendly, and we just had a great time hanging out and messing around in my studio.

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I love the music video y'all made for the single and felt it was really wholesome but deep. How did you come up with the concept?

I worked with the director Chris Fowles to figure out a storyline to tastefully portray a situation song was inspired by, being the difficulties that many queer people face moving beyond a state of denial towards fulling accepting who they are. Chris brought the idea of a kind of possessed dollhouse which sounded super creative. And I think it also conveyed really nicely how no matter how hard you might try to hide who you are, the truth will always follow you, and you can be so happy when you're ready to embrace it.

What was the most fun or most challenging part of shooting the music video?

The set was a gorgeous vintage-inspired house which was really fun to explore!! Since moving into my first house fairly recently, I've been really intrigued by interior design, so I was definitely taking some notes.

Who or what inspires you creatively?

It's usually the people I care about who inspire the best songs. I can tell I really love someone when something we go through together inspires a banger. Sonically, I find that I subconsciously take inspiration from whoever I've been listening to most recently, which tends to rotate pretty regularly. Right now, I've been really enjoying artists like Big Thief, Jay Som, and Arlo Parks!

What is your songwriting process like right now? Is it a tried and true method, or is it an ever-evolving process?

It's all over the place really. Sometimes I'll sit down with an idea in the morning and just bang out a song in its entirety in a single day, and other times it'll be more difficult to keep things moving. I really don't have a science to it figured out; my brain just doesn't work like that.

Last question, and arguably the most important, what is your go-to road trip snack?

Red seedless grapes.

Cavetown 2022 Tour Dates: March 25 - New York, NY - Terminal 5 March 26 - Philadelphia, PA - The Fillmore March 28 - Baltimore, MD - Rams Head Live! March 30 - Carrboro, NC - Cat's Cradle April 1 - Orlando, FL - House of Blues April 2 - Atlanta, GA - Tabernacle April 5 - Dallas, TX - Studio at The Factory April 7 - Tempe, AZ - Marquee Theatre April 8 - Los Angeles, CA - Hollywood Palladium April 9 - San Diego, CA - House of Blues April 12 - Berkeley, CA - UC Theatre April 15 - Portland, OR - Crystal Ballroom April 16 - Seattle, WA - The Neptune Theatre April 18 - Salt Lake City, UT - The Depot April 19 - Denver, CO - - Summit April 22 - Minneapolis, MN - Varsity Theater April 23 - Chicago, IL - Riviera Theatre April 24 - Detroit, MI - St. Andrew's Hall April 26 - St. Louis, MO - The Pageant April 27 - Nashville, TN - Brooklyn Bowl April 29 - Cleveland, OH - Agora Theatre April 30 - Pittsburgh, PA - Roxian Theater

#cavetown #interview #beabadoobee #fall in love with a girl #pop #indie pop #singer songwriter

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