everyone go listen to this song!!! so good

two types of the signs, mostly based on people i know


type 1 - “i’m an aries!”, loud, starts driving before everyone has their seatbelt on (or before people even get in the car), loves cooking but usually just buys everything from the store and pretends they put hard work into it, hard to tell if they’re stupid or smart.

type 2 - takes 100 selfies in a row, does really cool makeup, doesn’t believe in school, “this musical artist is SO under appreciated.”


type 1 - down to earth, has neat handwriting and doodles in class, patient, bird-lover, likes making flower crowns, laughs a lot.

type 2 - show-off, amazing memory, can be an edgy people-hater, loves yelling, gives people weird nicknames.


type 1 - two-faced, feels like they need something in return for their actions, cares more about bagels than people, the friend who everyone worries about.

type 2 - loves reading, kind and supportive but awkward about it, the type of person you call when you need advice, snappy when they’re being interrupted, watches 5 tv shows at a time.


type 1 - down for literally any adventure, cries or has a breakdown while eating, doesn’t realize some things they do are harmful to themselves but can sense when others have a problem.

type 2 - talks very fast, takes on any task without a problem, loves talking about themselves, can probably do 10 backflips in a row, moody, sends smiley emojis in every text message.


type 1 - attention-seeking, wants everyone to respect them, says “lol” out loud, laughs at their own stories but sometimes forgets to listen to others, animal lover, a good role model.

type 2 - genuinely cares about their friends and checks up on them always, super chill and easygoing, fashionable, gives great hugs, someone you go to when you’re sad.


type 1 - shy, gentle, awful at explaining things and you really never know what they’re talking about, offers everyone gum, knows all the lyrics to every song they listen to.

type 2 - anxious about tiny things but ignores huge problems, cares so much about others that it gets annoying, likes to redecorate or organize their room for fun, loans you a pencil and forgets to ask for it back.


type 1 - movie expert, likes when people laugh at their jokes, untrustworthy but somehow you trust them anyway, casually shares deep secrets or personal information randomly like it’s no big deal.

type 2 - doesn’t like opening up or sharing feelings, artistic and individualistic, doesn’t have problems with anyone or anything.


type 1 - calm/quiet and very open minded, loves the ocean, nice but when provoked they turn into a whole other person (who is terrifying), very passionate about their interests.

type 2 - doesn’t ever know what’s happening, suspicious and questions others’ motives, either loves someone or hates them, never shares secrets. ever.


type 1 - plays at least 3 musical instruments, likes being right, theater kid, extrovert one minute and introvert the next, opens up to others and immediately regrets it.

type 2 - angsty teen attitude, has strong opinions, blames problems on others, maybe has a heart deep down?


type 1 - makes fun of everything, the most extroverted friend, pretends like they don’t care about others’ opinions but deep down is extremely self-conscious, forgetful, funniest jokes.

type 2 - honestly? a real fucking pain in the ass.


type 1 - feminist, nature lover and very free spirited, knowledgeable and factual, has a silly side, cool hair, can listen to all your problems but will never know what to say.

type 2 - can be cold but they are just trying to protect themselves, has one character/idol that they would literally die for, has probably made up all of the funny stories they tell because they want others to like them.


type 1 - extremely honest but can doubt their beliefs since they try to get along with everyone, generous when it comes to material but will not give up themselves to others.

type 2 - understanding, shy extrovert, great with advice but doesn’t know how to take other people’s advice (asks for help but doesn’t want to), never fully present or in the moment.

No, Taylor did not cheat; in fact, I might have an explanation for this entire reputation era.

Our best friend Taylor Swift is a mastermind, and we’ve become pretty good at figuring out the rules of her little games, but this era, we have failed pretty miserably thus far.

After Taylor released Gorgeous, my dash went crazy. To be expected when a new song is released, right? But this time, it wasn’t so good. Everyone needed to know if Taylor cheated on Calvin or Tom and when she met Joe – including me.

It took a few listens, but then it clicked. Here’s what I think:

Taylor wrote each song of reputation with clues – but not the kind we’re used to looking for; on reputation, Taylor uses each song to twist her truth with her reputation. She’s so good at it, we didn’t even really notice.

I think that every song on reputation is going to be this way, except, probably the last one. Taylor has to include a purely Taylor song on the album, so it makes sense that it would be at the very end.

The media doesn’t care about getting their facts straight, so Taylor is done with it too. That doesn’t mean she’s lying; she’s just playing the game better than they do.

This is the New Taylor’s idea of revenge. Instead of giving us sweet clues like Maple Lattes (RIP), she’s telling the stories of the past two years in her own way from the power position. If Taylor had given us the literal story of how she met Joe, the media would have found a way to rip her to shreds… so why not take what they are already saying about her and run with that? 

For each song, Taylor takes a different rumor and makes it part of her story:

Ready For It: “She’s a heartbreaker”

Look What You Made Me Do: “She plays the victim” (+ more, if you count the music videos)

Gorgeous: “She cheated on Calvin”

Instead of writing a song about how she didn’t cheat on Calvin with Tom, Taylor wrote a song about how she wanted to cheat on Calvin with Joe, even though it’s highly unlikely they had even met.

The clues in this song affirm my suspicions. Sunset and Vine are the cross-streets for the theater where she saw Joe’s movie. That was obviously after they met. 

This song IS the story of how they got together, but it’s more than that. It’s the story of how she FELT when they met but TOLD through the lens of her reputation as a cheater.

When you think about it that way, it clarifies a lot from the other two songs we’ve heard. 

This is Taylor’s way of speaking her truth, facing the criticism, and being vulnerable. Because Taylor chose to write the album this way – which is more like a musical or novel than the diaries we’re used to – we get to totally focus on her happiness with Joe while still seeing how the rumors of the last few years affected her. 

Please reblog, spread the word, and tell everyone what we already know.

Taylor Swift is so much damn smarter than you.

I was in this cab alone listening to “Higher” by Rihanna because Anti had just come out,“ she told Lowe. "And I had a little cry and I was just like ‘it’s always going to be this way, at some point with everyone it’s going to be this way.’ But the song kind of ended up turning into a bit of a protective talismans for me. I was like, you know what, I’m always gonna have myself so I have to really nurture this relationship and feel good about hanging out with myself and loving myself.
—  Lorde talking about how Liability was inspired by Rihanna’s ‘Higher’

iwasapruneratfaverolles  asked:

Wait what's the story about half the boys in your grade getting your class kicked out of Disney world?

Okay, if anyone is going to read this story, you are legally required to listen to the song “Turbulence” first. Nothing will truly make sense without it. You sit your ass through the entire damn song, if you try to skimp out on it the Elder’s will find you. It’s completely vital to the full experience of this stupid ass story. This ENTIRE story exasperates me

Now, okay, so my high school senior class….was relatively a group of good kids. It was a larger grade then I was used to growing up, so I obviously didn’t know everyone in the school personally, but I could pretty much recognize everyone in my grade, and like okay, there were a lot of class clowns and trouble makers™, but for the most part, no one was really a dick and everyone was generally a Decent Person.

Then, for some ungodly reason, the song ‘turbulence’ gets released. 

Now, I think the song actually came out in like, 2011 or something, but it caused Notable Problems with my grade in particular. It was deemed our ‘CLASS SONG’, and every time it played at an event or someone just played it for fun on their phone or something, every single kid in my age group just unexplainably went crazy. You never really knew what was going to happen, and it got worse each and every year- making senior year the year of Worried Faculty, and not without reason. 

Senior Year alone, before this Disney incident happened, the song ‘turbulence’ lead directly to the slightly-violent concussion of an unwillingly crowd surfing teacher and a few freshmen at homecoming, and it was also being blasted on a blue tooth speaker when a couple of boys in my class Lowkey Very Politely High-Jacked The Plane We Were On, so, when we got to Disney World, the chaperones made sure to contact whoever was in charge of our party and told them under no circumstances was this song to be played.


So the school does a Disney trip for the seniors every year- they stay in a cheap hotel and shove four or five withering and hormonal teens in a room, they go to the parks during the day, one night they walk through Universal and see the Blue Man Group in concert, and one night they usually have a big dinner and dance party for the kids, usually held in Sea World. 

But, you know what came out when they were planning the Disney trip? Blackfish. So, the school board (and a lot of the students) were like “UMM-” and that left them scrambling to find a new location for the party. 

The Disney workers, being Disney workers, were super helpful when the school mentioned this issue when they called to make reservations, though. They were like, “Oh, this is great timing! Your school always brings such well-behaved kids every year, and we’ve been thinking about opening up our Fantasia Gardens golf course as a party location! You guys could be our first official party!” and the school was super flattered so they agreed. Disney was providing a dance floor, food, a DJ, and everything else, and it wasn’t going to really cost anything extra, so the faculty was like, Super Excited about it. They thought this was gonna be a great thing, they were the experiment to see if they would try this with other schools, it was an honor, and it meant that they had a great reputation in Disney’s opinion, so maybe they’d be open to providing the school with free/new stuff/opportunities in future years.

Now, let me tell you something- I was Kinda Fucking Miserable for most of this trip. The first day was fine, but the second day saw my friends abandoning me in Magic Kingdom with barely any explanation, so I spent all day roaming MK and Epicot alone, save for occasionally standing next to acquaintances and talking to my different-school friends in a group chat on my phone, and then later that night my friend since third grade like, got a school official and cried to her about how I had instigated a fight and that’s why I was alone all day, which is literally such bullshit and not what happened, it‘s been 3 years and I still cannot believe she actually pulled this fuckery, so even though we made up later in the week I was still pissed the fuck off for the rest of my life the trip. All of my roommates (the deserters) were walking on eggshells around me, except this one control-freak girl who tried to micromanage everything I did (even though literally none of it affected her)  and none of us realized how pissed off I was until I apparently physically threw her out of the bed while I was in a deep sleep, multiple times, and also stole her pillow. So the only person who I wasn’t Fully Done with was this tiny girl from a writing class, but she was potentially Half-Hamster, exclusively wore clothes made for seven year olds, couldn’t go on half of the rides because of her glass eye, and 99% of her conversation points was talking about all the plans she had to hang out with one of the other girls I was rooming with (who didn’t actually wanna hang out with her/got mad at me the third day there because the boy she liked was flirting with me), so like…she was sweet but I also wanna go on rides and not hear how great the girls I’m lowkey in a Blood Feud with are, you know? She wasn’t exactly prime hang out material here. So by the time we get to this party at Fantasia Gardens, we’re all lowkey pretending like everything’s fine but like. It wasn’t hard to tell there was fighting going on. And you could just look at all the other students around you and see there was also fighting going on. Shoving so many kids in hot rooms is never a good idea, like YIKE. 

Anyway, I needed something at this party to be fun. I needed to be released at this point. 

I walk into the place and immediately realize I’m a fucking outlier amongst the girls- every single girl had opted for a sundress, whilst I thought a black skirt and a nice blouse would be enough. This should not have been a problem, but hey. High School. What can ya do. (it just made me more stressed) At this point I was like, this is it, this is it, I hate literally everyone in my high school. There’s nothing holding me back. Graduation take me the fuck away. But I had to make it through this party and then one more day in Disney. 

The room was like, a barn, kind off? Or at the very least it had been decorated like one. There was barbecue food, a dance floor, a lake outside, and a mini-golf course that we were told we were allowed to use at any part of the night. The DJ was playing relatively normal dance/club music. After about an hour of strobe lights and watching people dancing, My Friend Who Hath Betrayed Me and I decided to head down to the mini-golf course. 

There were these two guys there, and I didn’t really know them but they were clearly those ‘All Our Classmates Are Beneath Us Because We’re Alternative And Like Anime And Heavy Metal Music’ types of guys. They took one look at my ass in a tight black mini-skirt and immediately started flirting with me, and on any other occasion I would have shot them down, but 1) They were both actively focused on me over my friend, who I was still mad at and 2) I was frustrated - so I started flirting back even though I wasn’t interested in the slightest (and I had petty reasoning, of course, but I was 18, it was a bad week, it was 100 degrees, give me a break. I promise 99% of the time I’m not Awful). So anyway, we get caught up in a game of mini-golf with these anti-establishment boys, who spend the entire time dissing our classmates for, like, dancing, and looking for excuses to show off in front of me/touch me. We missed like half the dance because of this. 

Right when we were finishing our game, we were contemplating going to the other golf course (I was looking for an excuse to head back to the party tbh we were literally the only four people outside it was starting to feel like the set up to a horror movie) when a girl came up and told us to head back in because the boys™ had busted out the alcohol and we only had a limited amount of time before the chaperones noticed. 

(They sold alcohol at our hotel, a bunch of people had fake id’s made before the trip for this very reason). Me and my friend didn’t actually feel like drinking but we took the excuse and the boys followed us back inside (we lost them on the dance floor and I only saw them once again that night). Anyway, we arrived to what we thought was Chaos, but was truly only the Beginning of Chaos

Right off the bat, I noticed the boys from my Gov class and the boys I knew from detention were huddled around each other, muttering under the music. That, I knew, was not gonna lead to anything good. They see me, and they’re like “Javert! Javert people trust you! Go request that the DJ play turbulence!” and I’m like. No. What are you fucking planning??? But they just keep pressing me. They would not drop it oh my God. One of my roommates overhears this, the one who’s mad at me because her crush she never talks to was slightly flirting with me earlier, and she’s in a petty™ mood so she asks why they want it to play but they still won’t tell her, just keep insisting that it has to happening. So she’s all, ‘I can get it to play’ and struts off to the DJ booth with an exaggerated ponytail snap. I’m left with these boys like. For fucks sake please don’t get anyone killed. 

A few boys break off to go tap people and let them know what’s going on. The smell of alcohol is strong. Boys are starting to discreetly take off their shoes and any valuables and hide them under the tables. The chaperones aren‘t noticing any of this. 

I broke away from the dance floor to get a soda, and one of the teachers sees me looking mildly distressed and asks if something’s wrong. And I know. I know that I have the power to kill whatever the hell is about to happen. I’m the sole person in this room that’s clued in who’s not whispering in excitement and waiting for the song to play. I still don’t even know what they’re all planning on doing, but I could end this so fast, just say the words ‘turbulence’ or ‘the boys’ or ‘senior prank’, and this would be nipped in the bud immediately. This could be over before it ever started, all because of me.

And then I reflect on how shitty my weeks been going, how I was frustrated with most of the people in the room, how I needed something fun to happen at this party to release me from hell. 

I tell the chaperone I’m fine, just getting a little tired, and they drop it and head back to the buffet line. 

I head back to the dance floor. Everyone is grinding with baited breath. 

The DJ’s voice comes over the microphone: “I hear it’s someone’s birthday tomorrow! Let’s play her favorite song!”

Turbulence begins to play.

The class goes wild, wilder than they’ve ever been before. The building may as well be shaking from all the noise and music. 

The teachers are trying to get the DJ’s attention to cut the song. He can’t hear them. 

The bass drops

Almost every boy on the dance floor screams, runs outside, rips off their shirts and jumps into the fucking lake

It was absolute PANDEMONIUM. This wasn’t even the funniest thing they could have come up with but everyone left on the dance floor was loosing their minds cracking up. The teachers and Disney workers were screaming at the top of their lungs and trying to haul boys back onto the land. 

Then the manager of Fantasia Gardens starts screaming that there are alligators in the fucking lake



A L L I G A T O R S. 


All the boys eventually make it back onto land- no one had been bitten or killed or anything, although a few apparently did see ‘shapes moving’ (it was late at night, so nothing clear), and one kid got kicked in the head and knocked out for a few moments and almost drowned, but everyone was intact. 


And like, you can’t fucking blame them. I’m sure when they were making the principal sign liability papers, they didn’t think to include ‘late night gator attacks in a lake’ on the list, they could’ve been put in serious trouble if something had happened omfg. But there was a LOT of yelling/ranting/cursing. NEVER before have they seen such inappropriate behavior, the school would not be allowed to step foot in the Fantasia Gardens EVER again, yadayada, that sort of thing. The more boys I found soaking wet, the more ridiculous this got- I knew which of them had planned it of course, but this was most of the grade. There were like, geeks and nerds and Good Kids™ who I never expected to do something like wild like this standing around half naked looking torn between proud and about-to-cry omfg.

Every single boy who participated got suspended for three days, but they had to space out which boys were suspended which days because they didn’t trust them to not throw a giant party on the days they weren’t there. 

The school is still allowed in Disney World every year, but are banned from Fantasia Gardens and received a fine. 

Turbulence’ was absolutely banned from being played at senior prom. 

Two Types Of The Signs, Mostly Based On People I Know


type 1 - “i’m an aries!”, loud, starts driving before everyone has their seatbelt on (or before people even get in the car), loves cooking but usually just buys everything from the store and pretends they put hard work into it, hard to tell if they’re stupid or smart.

type 2 - takes 100 selfies in a row, does really cool makeup, doesn’t believe in school, “this musical artist is SO under appreciated.”


type 1 - down to earth, has neat handwriting and doodles in class, patient, bird-lover, likes making flower crowns, laughs a lot.

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Billy Hargrove Imagine Requested- Missing You

Originally posted by bigbadroman

As I promised, @theoperators-trashcan ,here is your Billy Hargrove x Reader imagine.  I listened to “Missing You” by John Waites while writing this, so feel free to take a listen.  Also, the song by The Scorpions is really good so you should look that one up too.  Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this!!  

Warnings: Mild language 

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader 

You stood next to your car awaiting the familiar rumble of Billy’s loud Camaro.  It had been 3 months since you started dating going against everyone’s warnings.  Although it was hard for all of your friends to believe, the two of you complimented each other.  You, a quiet bookworm who always stayed to herself, now dating Billy, the boisterous charming king of Hawkins High School.  He brought out the daring and rebellious side you didn’t even know you had and you brought out the caring and humble side he hid away from the world.  Within the 3 months you two had been dating you learned so much about each other.  You about his awful home life and he about how hard your parents were on you. Together, you each brought the other up from the darkest places.  And although the entire world was betting against your relationship, you and Billy were inseparable.  

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Unpopular opinion:

  • Neil actually has a really good taste in music
  • This shocks all the foxes later
  • he spent A LOT of time in the car and his mom and him weren’t that… talkative (unless they where planning or going over back stories) so instead of spending that time in silence they would play music
  • He memorized the top ten charts for eight years in a row because he needed something anything to do that had nothing to do with running or he would go crazy
  • Neil and Mary also spent a lot of time in small dive bars (fight me on this) cause they often didn’t have cameras and was full of drunks who kept their heads down, dont ask questions, and pay no mind to a random lady and a tough lookin kid sitting by themselves at a table in the corner
  • What these bars lacked in size they made up for with live entertainment
  • Mainly Local bands that would play covers of practically anything
  • This is where Neil learns a lot of classics and other popular songs
  • Neil kept a lot of secrets (duh) but most of them where shared with Mary… some he kept himself
  • Like that these where his favorite night’s while on the run, he always got excited when Mary stopped the car in front of a crappy looking bar and he would see someone dragging in a drum and some speakers in through the back
  • He (also securely) really wants to sing with one of the small little bands at least ones but he knew it was unrealistic
  • One band preformed Dog Days Are Over by Florence and the machine and the song stuck with Neil for years. he knows every word
  • Years down the road all the foxes make playlist for long bus rides or work outs and they are all surprised when Neil actually has one to share
  • And it’s really Good!
  • It’s got a bit of everything and they transition really well (never goes from a fast song to a slow song, or a soft song to a loud song, nothing jaring)
  • everyone is for once happy with the playlist they all have to listen too
  • Now Neil is the one shocked as the Foxes unanimously elect him to be in charge of music from now on
The Yule Ball (Gryffindor!Calum)

heaViLY requested

pairing: reader&Calum

warnings: a bit of heated action at the very end  ;)

word count: 6,190

Summary: second part to the triwizard tournament imagine I posted with gryffindor!calum a while ago, this time taking place at the Yule Ball. 

i suggest you read the first part before you dive into this one 

It’s been two weeks since you last saw Calum. Two weeks of little to no sleep, constant worrying and loss of points for your house because you just couldn’t focus in class. The only thing that is keeping you somehow sane are the letters you sometimes receive. It would be late at night when an owl would come, scratching at your window and delivering a messily scribbled tissue or a piece of paper ripped out of a textbook. It’s little messages, such as “Please come see me” or “My shoulder still hurts, but not as much as missing you does.” Sometimes they would be longer, if he had enough space to write, but he would mostly keep them short.

They weren’t daily letters, they came once every two or three days, but you still cherished them with all your heart. Although you hadn’t sent one back, simply because you had no idea what to say. What could you possibly say? That you’re worried? That you can’t sleep at night? That you try to keep yourself busy with books on top of books but those only make you more distracted? There are no words to describe what you truly feel. You have no idea what to say to him, sometimes you’re not even sure if you want him to come back from the hospital wing because that would mean explaining the reason you never went to visit him and the answer to that is: you simply couldn’t.

It’s weird, the whole situation, it’s just weird. What do an awkward Ravenclaw book nerd and a popular Gryffindor prefect have in common? Not much, most people would say. But the most important reason is, you don’t want to get too attached. That would mean that if he gets hurt, which he has already and most likely will again, you don’t want to suffer along with him. The pain of hurting yourself is pretty bad, but the one of seeing someone you care about hurting is a million times worse. You just wish you would have kept your distance, you would rather have the rude and cocky remarks back, than the emotional attachment.

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[Soompi] PENTAGON’s Hui Shares Excitement About His Song Being Chosen As Wanna One’s Title Track

On August 3, PENTAGON’s Hui expressed his excitement after learning “Energetic” was voted to be Wanna One’s debut title track.

Hui co-composed the track with Flow Blow, and also wrote the lyrics with his fellow PENTAGON member Wooseok. After the group released short teaser clips of “Energetic” and another song entitled “Burn It Up,” fans voted for “Energetic” to be the song through which Wanna One will make their debut.

Hui reacted to having his song chosen by sharing, “After ‘Never,’ it is really amazing and surprising to have ‘Energetic’ be chosen as the title song.” Hui’s ability as a composer was largely recognized by Korean producers after he wrote the song “Never,” which was released on “Produce 101 Season 2.” Having his song “Energetic” chosen as Wanna One’s debut title track marks a big step in his growth as a composer!

Hui continued, “While I was writing, all I thought about was music. I’m so happy because the time I spent working was not in vain. I want to thank Wanna One who worked so hard to record the song. Going forward, I will apply myself in all aspects to gain recognition as both a singer and a composer.”

Finishing off his sentiment, Hui ended by saying, “I will continue to create good music for everyone to listen to. I am so grateful to Gukyong and Hayi from Flow Blow who created this song with me. Please look forward to more music from Flow Blow and me.”

Source: Soompi

It’s June 10th 2017

Here’s a good Dan song to listen to today: Minecraft Is For Everyone by Starbomb

Here’s a good Grumps episode to watch today:
Bloodborne The Old Hunters: Top Notch Teamwork - Part 98

Here’s a cool Dan fact for you today:
Here are Danny’s opinions on M. Night Shyamalan’s movies in order: The Sixth Sense and Unbreakable- so good, Signs- okayish, The Village- garbage, Lady in the Water- “That’s where we really started to go off the deep end”, The Last Airbender- “I’d pretty much rather-” Arin interrupts him and they never get back but I think it’s safe to say that wasn’t going to be a very nice thing he was going to end that with.

Here’s a good picture of Dan to look at today:

anonymous asked:

Your in bed series are so good! Can u do namjoon? Everyone is like he is so rough and daddy but i see him as an emotional attached person and sweet. Watcha think

I think I need to find away to rid myself of all the sinning I did when I wrote Namjoon’s lmao 

[ Jimin ] [ Taehyung ] [ Yoongi ]


  • everyone knows he’s highkey a freak, listen to some of his songs…
  • that being said, he’s dominant and daddy af
  • he’s going to love having you BEG for him
  • “you have to tell me exactly what you want baby” “how do you want me to fuck you baby?” “where do you want me to touch you baby?”
  • he’d love giving you hickeys that were dark af
  • you’re going to need turtlenecks to hide your hickeys
  • hickeys on your inner thighs would be his absolute favorite
  • his fingers are going to send you over the edge every. single. time.
  • you’ll be shaking and begging him to fuck you by the time he’s done teasing you
  • Namjoon is super into foreplay
  • he’d love receiving handjobs and blowjobs
  • he’d buy you a lot of lingerie or underwear that was basically just a few strings but is still technically underwear
  • he’d order you to wear them when he was out with you
  • public teasing
  • Namjoon would love to get a rise out of you in public and he’d always be pleasantly surprised when you began to tease him back
  • public sex
  • “having sex in a public restroom is not romantic Namjoon…”
  • “you should have thought about that before you made me hard Y/N.”
  • kinks like bondage and the daddy kink and he probably has a pain kink as well
  • though he’d prefer rough sex, he’d try his best to be gentle when you asked him too
  • he’d love when you left scratches down his back
  • shower sex… yes please
  • Namjoon is never sub, let’s not kid ourselves
  • basically Namjoon would be a giant fluff ball at first and the sex would be pretty tame for him but the second he got comfortable with you and you were comfortable with him, he’d get pretty wild and kinky but he’d always makes sure you were comfortable with whatever he did because he respects you and wants to please you
I was in this cab alone listening to “Higher” by Rihanna because Anti had just come out. And I had a little cry and I was just like ‘it’s always going to be this way, at some point with everyone it’s going to be this way.’ But the song kind of ended up turning into a bit of a protective talismans for me. I was like, you know what, I’m always gonna have myself so I have to really nurture this relationship and feel good about hanging out with myself and loving myself.
—  Lorde to Zane Lowe during her Beats 1 interview on Liability
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  1. eu não sou hetero, nem homo e nem bi, aqui é love yourself 
  2. nem tua mãe fala bem de você 
  3. mete mais o pau e se mete menos na vida das pessoas
  4. você é linda, no escuro
  5. te sigo de volta so pra ver os micão ao vivo na minha timeline
  6. não precisa ter medo de filme de terror pq nem monstro quer te pegar
  7. baixar a cabeça nunca, só se for pra pagar boquete. 
  8. levanta a cabeça princesa, o boquete já acabo
  9. que deus te elimine
  10. vamo se abraça com a lingua
  11. oi licença vc poderia me passar onde fez essa tatuagem de piranha na cara
  12. to pior que a lady gaga na era artpop
  13. acha bonito ser escrota
  14. my heart say yes but my mom sayVAI LAVA A LOUÇA GAROTA
  15. esse twitter hoje ta calmissimo, vamo causa minha gente
  16. aqui vcs vão ver os dramas vividos pela kardashian perdida
  17. tombei, mas gata cai em pé
  18. não piso em quem ja ta no chão
  19. more nao força
  20. vai com calma que tu só tem um cu viado
  21. toma aqui as vírgulas que eu não faço questão de usar ,,,,,,,, 
  22. vc já caga pelo cu não precisa cagar pela boca
  23. só entra heterofobik
  24. pede mijoooo
  25. mando nude com cachê
  26. nao gerem burburinho que estragariam minha imagem, deixa que isso eu msm faço
  27. hoje eu to pior que a lotus tour
  28. honrando a vagabunda que sou
  29. shokada em crysto
  30. eu nao acredito que inventei a raiva em 2017
  31. to aqui pra destilar meu veneno mortal
  32. talvez voce so esteja aqui porque deve ser aquela poeira que eu finjo que nao vejo quando faço faxina
  33. desnecessaria
  34. acompanhe as desventuras cotidianas dessa blue ivy perdida
  35. a + loka dos role
  36. e aí @PastorMalafaia seu bosta
  37. nois trupica mas nao breca


  1. im such a sarcastic bitch
  2. go ahead. do your worst.
  3. they say i act like i dont give a fuck, i tell them im not acting
  4. talents: sleeping
  5. this semester isn’t done but i sure am 
  6. i dont know whats emptier, my bank account or my love life 
  7. if you eat enough pizza it tastes like love 
  8. im 900% ready for summer vacation 
  9. please don’t waste good pizza on bad people 
  10. i just want to sleep forever because dealing with people is annoying as hell 
  11. 2010 me would literally be terrified of 2015 me and I love it 
  12. why be moody when u can shake dat booty am i right ladies 
  13. quick tip: fuck off 
  14. i wish i had dora’s parents they let that bitch go everywhere
  15. everyone is stupid except me
  16. dont be a dick
  17. if youre reading this send me nudes
  18. i got 99 problems but I’m gonna take a nap and ignore them all 
  19. I’m so cute why am I not dating anyone 
  20. baby girl please don’t trust these fuckboys 
  21. wear black and be gold.
  22. you can tell a lot by listening to a girl’s favorite song 
  23. who needs april’s fools when ur life is a joke
  24. sarcasm is my only defense
  25. i dont argue, i explain why im right
  26. she a good girl, but you know she bad though
  27. where are you now that i need a food????
  28. all the cocaine in the world in your nose still on my bussiness
  29. no hungry, no problem.
  30. she can fuck you good, but i can fuck you bettA
  31. you little shit
  32. bitch i will kill you with my kawaii powers
  33. just imagine how great life would be if pizza made u skinny 
  34. i say idk a lot but trust me i be knowing
  35. can u lose weight by running away from ur feelings 
  36. dropping out of school to become a princess 
  37. me and my mom gossip about u 
Wicked Games - Chapter Seven

A few things I’d like to say before we start!

-First off! This little chapter is dedicated to @vintagelovestories. I hope you’re feeling better, sweetness. <3 and to @vehronicalodge, I hope this chapter is worth chugging coffee over! ;) 

- My good friend, @itstenafterfour, sent me a video to help me out while writing the training scenes with Betty and Jughead. It’s a really helpful video in case you’re ever in a situation where you have to protect yourself against sexual assault. I encourage everyone to watch the video, which you can find here.

-Also thank you to @itstenafterfour for proofreading this for me and for giving me so many great ideas and making this chapter better! You’re the greatest beta. <3

-We have also made Every Breath You Take by Chase Holfelder the official theme song of Wicked Games. Seriously. Go listen to this song on YouTube. It’s hella creepy. And a good song to go with this chapter is Run by Elsa & Emilie.

-I may or may not have given Betty a fucking praise kink, lmao. So like… I’m sorry I’m like this.

-The commercial that Betty does in this chapter is based off of the Dolce and Gabbana Light Blue fragrance commercial.

-There’s a lot of freaking pining and scheming starting now and these two losers in love being really dumb. :)

ALSO! It mentions that there’s an article about Betty’s bodyguard being the one who saved her from Nathan. The article does NOT mention who her bodyguard is, therefore no one knows who Jughead actually is to her. 

This chapter is kind of long (the longest so far at over 7,000 words) so if it cuts off or crashes, you can also read it over on my AO3.

Jughead straddles her waist, her hands are pinned to the floor by his larger ones and he’s panting in her ear. If she focuses, she can feel the way his chest contracts against hers, and how heavy his breathing is. She can feel his heartbeat against her own. She tries not to focus on it, but she can’t help it.

“You’re unfocused,” he pants in her ear. He’s so close to her, his lips are grazing her ear and she wants to scream at him to get off and pull him closer against her at the same time. He tilts his head closer towards her, his lips are near her neck now and she wonders if he’s doing this on purpose. There’s no way he doesn’t notice what he’s doing, but he’s the one who said he didn’t have feelings for her. She’s confused; confused and slightly turned on. “What’s got you so unfocused? This is really serious stuff.”

The fact that if I pick up my hips, I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to feel your dick against me.

“Nothing,” she grunts out instead. “You’re crushing me!”

“That’s the point, Elizabeth.” She glares at the use of her full name. “I’m supposed to be crushing you. You’re the one who needs to make sure that we don’t get to this point.”

“This isn’t fair! I’m a beginner.” They’re starting their self-defense classes and Betty’s taking it as seriously as possible, but she would be lying if she said that she doesn’t sometimes purposely mess that one move up so that way she and Jughead end up in the exact position they’re in right now. She said she’d move on from him and the little crush she’s harboring, and she will, but for now, she’s kind of content pining.

“Do you think your attacker is going to go easy on you because you’re a beginner?” He tosses back at her, sounding pretty annoyed actually and Betty blushes in embarrassment. She closes her eyes and sighs in disappointment. He can feel her breath on him and tries to ignore the shivers he can feel go up his spine.

“No,” she whispers.

“Exactly. Look, when sexual assault happens, the assailant is usually like this.” Jughead puts his hands on her shoulders and leans up against her chest. “Usually touching really inappropriately and whatnot.” She should not be thinking of Jughead touching her inappropriately but she is. He then climbs off of her and she has to stop herself from pouting. She sits up, placing her hands on the ground but Jughead puts the tip of his Nike shoe on her chest and pushes her back down gently. “Did I say for you to get up?”

“What?” She asks, bewildered. “I thought we were done here.”

“Not just yet. Lay back down.”

She would be embarrassed about how quickly she does as he says, but she isn’t. She’s sure she’s not the only woman out there who would gladly lay down if Jughead told them to.

“You with me?” He asks her and she just nods silently. Hell yes, I’m with you. “Okay, we’re going to do the shrimp technique again and then we’ll call it a day.”

The shrimp technique. It had been the first move Jughead had shown her and she had mastered it pretty easy. Jughead kneels back onto the floor in front of her and she widens her legs for him. She tries to ignore the throb she feels just looking at Jughead position himself between her legs. She’s never been the one for kinky stuff during sex, but Jughead is so much bigger than her and he completely covers her as he leans over her; she can’t help but think what he’d be like in bed. Kevin had said that he looked like he was into kinky shit. Would he hold her down, make her beg for it? Would he make her beg for it and bring her to the edge only to pull away at the last minute? Was he slow and sensual or rough and dominant?

“Betty?” He questions out.

“Uh huh?”

“You just moaned.”

Her eyes snap open and she looks at him in horror. She hadn’t realized where her mind had been spiraling off to, and she definitely didn’t want to admit it.

“Am I hurting you?” He asks her and she notices that he looks worried instead of freaked out. “I’m trying not to put too much pressure on you.”

“No!” She reassures him. “Sorry, I got a cramp. You can put more pressure on me!” Way to be subtle, Betty. She feels anxiety bubble in the bottom of her stomach, thinking her comment made her sound way too easy. “It’s what an attacker would do, right?” She added rapidly, hoping to diffuse the possibility of him misconstruing her voice.

“Okay, let’s do it quick. I’m going to act like I’m actually your attacker, okay? Show me you can defend yourself.” His voice practically growled at her. It’s funny, she thinks to herself, the way she feels an undeniable need to impress Jughead. She’s supposed to be learning all this stuff for herself, and she is, but she loves the praise he gives her when she does something right. She’s used to people praising her because she has a pretty face or a nice body, but Jughead does it because she’s done something good, because she’s impressed him. It’s a feeling like no other.


It’s quick, but she’s expecting it. He bucks into her a bit roughly and brings his chest down to put all his weight on her and hold her down. Betty extends her arms out, completely straight, and pushes him up and off of her. When she pushes up, he slides back a little away from her and she picks up her right leg and places it onto his thigh, pushing him as hard as she can, clearly throwing him a bit off balance. When she pushes him far enough, she brings up her left leg and positions it on the side of his body and uses both legs to push him off of her. She puts her legs into a kicking position and acts like she’s about to kick him in the face. Jughead grabs her by the ankle and smirks at her, more out of pride than anything else.

“Good,” he tells her. “That was really good.”

She bites her lip as she tries to hide her cool, but she’s beaming on the inside.

“Proud?” She asks him with a smirk.

He smiles and squeezes her ankle. “Always.” He then lets go of her ankle and stands up, holding out a hand for her to grab onto as he helps her up. Jughead puts his hand on her waist as he helps her to her feet, making her feel like she could practically melt into his arms. Even though they were practicing self-defense to prevent a rape of all horrible things, she felt strangely turned on by the whole practice, and more than a little hot and bothered. He had been pressed against her chest and hips, could you blame her? He moves his hand off of her waist, and she tries not to show her disappointment on her face.

“Cheryl’s coming by today,” she informs him. “I think she said she found a new shoot for me to do.”

“Any idea what it is?” Jughead always seems wary when she tells him she has to do photoshoots. He’s been on edge lately and Betty can completely understand why. She likes how protective he seems to be over her. She just wishes it was for other reasons besides just being her bodyguard.

“No, but I hope it’s good.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“Please tell me you’re playing a really sick game on me right now.”

“No. You said you wanted to get into commercials. This is the perfect time for that.”

“I thought you said this was a photoshoot! And I didn’t know this was what I’d be getting!”

Betty is not being dramatic, she’s not. Anyone else would be acting the exact same way if they have just gotten told the news she did. Or well, maybe not actually. She’s sure there were a lot of girls out there who’d kill to be in her place right now.

Shooting a Dolce and Gabbana commercial was kind of a dream. It was something that she had only ever dreamed of doing as a kid and then as a rising model. But now that the opportunity had presented itself to her, she wanted absolutely no part of it.

“He’s not that bad,” Cheryl tries, but the grimace on her face shows that not even she believes her own words.

“Right, he’s a freaking nightmare, Cher!”

Chuck Clayton was the point guard for the Los Angeles Clippers and he was one of those guys who acted like and pretty much swore he was God’s gift to women just because he was semi-good-looking and knew how to shoot a basketball. Betty had had the misfortune of meeting him once, two years ago and she was still trying to get the overpowering stench of his cologne out of her head.

“It’s Dolce and Gabbana, Betty. Do you think you can get over your annoyance of him for a couple of hours? If you don’t want to do it, I won’t make you, but I think you’d be missing out on something great here.”

Betty groans. She knows that Cheryl is right, as much as she wishes she wasn’t. She’d be an idiot to turn this down. She supposed she could get over the sketchy vibes Chuck gave her in order to film the commercial.

“When are we filming?” She sighs and Cheryl grins, knowing she’s officially caved in.  

“This Saturday. You’ll need to be on site by ten so I’ll set up James for you.” Cheryl begins tapping away at her phone and Betty just rolls her eyes, taking another bite of her pancakes and regretting the idea already.

“Can you ask James to get me a cinnamon and raisin bagel before he picks me up?” James is her personal driver. She doesn’t really use him that much these days, because Jughead’s usually driving her everywhere, or she just won’t leave home. James is a really good guy. He’s been with Betty since the beginning of her career, and although they don’t talk much at all, he’s always comfortable to be around during long drives.

“Looks like you have enough sweets, don’t you think?” Cheryl raises an eyebrow at the gift basket that’s sitting on her counter. “Who sent you that? Who even knows where you live?”

“Officer Matthews.” Cheryl gives her a confused look. “He was on duty each time my uh, stalker decided to grace us with gifts. He was one of the officers who came over here when Nathan attacked me. He’s nice.”

“Nice, huh?” Cheryl smirks at her. “Is he cute?”

“Oh, my God.”

“It’s a serious question! He’s cute, isn’t he?”

“Well, he’s not… ugly.” And he wasn’t. He was a tall blonde haired Adonis if truth be told, but Betty didn’t get that sort of vibe from him. He was kind when he talked to her and he never so much as hinted at trying to flirt with her. He was always more interested in if she was okay or if there was anything he could do to help her out. Although he was a cop, so that was kind of his job. It was nice though, and she appreciated any bit of consistent kindness these days. Everything with Jughead had been hot or cold.

“So he’s totally hot.”

“Maybe,” Betty shrugs. “But it’s not like I’m going to go after him. He’s a cop! And he’s not my type.”

“What is your type?” she questions teasingly.

Betty just shrugs again. She could tell Cheryl exactly who her type was, but she’s sure the redhead wouldn’t exactly be all for the idea. Her dating history’s been less than discreet, and there are some obvious patterns Betty had picked up on over the years. And god, her type lived with her 24 hours a day and she did not want to bring it up again.

“I can set him up with you,” she jokes, trying to get the subject off of herself. “I’m sure he’d be your type.”

Cheryl just rolls her eyes before standing up from where they’d been sitting at the bar.

“I’ll let them know that you’re in for the commercial.” She must notice the way Betty’s face contorts because she gives her a small smile. “It’s just one day of shooting. You can do this and then you’ll never have to see Chuck Clayton again.”

Betty doubts that but she nods anyway and watches as Cheryl walks out of the apartment. She should be over the moon about the commercial, but she isn’t. She really does not want to work with Chuck. He has a reputation and Betty hates having to play nice with people she knows are no good.

“Dolce and Gabbana, huh?”

She jumps as Jughead walks out of his room and into their living room. He sits on the couch and grabs one of the pillows on it, placing it onto his lap.

“You were listening?”

“Just towards the end. Chuck Clayton, huh?” The look on his face is unreadable and Betty just nods. “I didn’t know that Officer Matthews was the one who sent you that gift basket.”

“Well, you never asked. Did you assume I just decided to go out and buy myself a gift basket for the hell of it?”

Jughead shoots her a glare. “You shouldn’t eat anything in it. You can’t trust anyone.”

“Are you serious? He’s a cop, Jughead!”

“A young cop that just so happened to be on every scene with you so far? That’s kind of suspicious, don’t you think?”

Betty just looks at him, annoyed, before rolling her eyes and standing up from her chair.

“Where are you going?” He yells at her retreating back.

She ignores him as she goes into her room and closes the door behind herself, throwing her body onto her bed. She’s trying not to be annoyed. She knows that she doesn’t have any reason to be annoyed with Jughead at all. He’s just doing his job, but she’s annoyed by the fact that he’s telling her not to eat a gift basket that a police officer (of all people) gave her. That’s going a little too far. She wishes that he was doing it because he was jealous and he felt something for her, but she knows that’s not it. He’s made it abundantly clear that he doesn’t feel anything for her.

There’s a knock at her door and she doesn’t even answer before Jughead walks inside quietly.

“I upset you.” He doesn’t ask her, he’s stating it as a fact. “I’m sorry. I know we’ve talked about me being a little too much about this stuff. I don’t know why I got so worked up over a gift basket. You’re right, Officer Matthews has been more than helpful.”

“It’s fine.” The whole conversation is stupid to her and she’d rather not have it. “I don’t want to do this commercial with Chuck Clayton.”

“Then why are you?” He sits on the end of her bed away from her, but she still smiles at the sight of him on her bed.

“Cheryl’s right. It’s a really good opportunity. I’ve been wanting to get into commercials and this is kind of the best way and a dream come true. I just wish it wasn’t with him.” Her dislike for Chuck might be a little too extreme, but she doesn’t care. She has a good judge of character. “Will you come with me?”

Jughead gives her a funny look. “Do you even have to ask? Haven’t I gone to all your shoots so far?”

“Don’t you ever get bored? I wouldn’t mind if you didn’t want to go, you know.”

“Trust me when I say that bored is the last thing I feel with you.” He smiles at her and squeezes her leg gently before standing up and leaving her room. She’s so happy with his words that she doesn’t think to ask him what all he feels around her.

Saturday seems to come too quickly and she doesn’t feel any less annoyed than she had when she first found out about the shoot. She knows she should feel happy, she’s living the dream of countless models who fight tooth-and-nail to get even this chance.

She and Jughead are sat in the back of the black Lincoln Continental. Jughead’s been glaring at James the entire time and Betty has no idea why.

“How have you been?” Betty asks James as she tears a piece of the bagel he’d gotten her. “It’s been a while.”

“I’ve been good, Miss Cooper.” James was always professional with her, refusing to call her Betty even though she’d told him several times that it was okay. “Is everything okay with you?”

She doesn’t think that James knows about her stalker. Betty doesn’t want him to. She sure hasn’t said anything so unless Cheryl’s said anything then he’d be clueless. Although he’d probably know about Nathan. She didn’t want to talk about that either.

“I’m good,” she tells him. “I’m getting better. Mr. Jones here has been teaching me some self defense.” She smiles at Jughead, finding it funny that she’s referred to him as ‘Mr. Jones’, however, he doesn’t smile back at her. He just stays stoic as he stares ahead at James.

“That’s good,” James says but he sounds a bit sarcastic about it. Betty has no idea what the hell is going on so she just stays quiet. He’s never acted like this, in all the years of driving her around, he’s been warm and welcoming, and now his even, slight coldness is enough to make her shiver.

She tears off another piece of the bagel and offers it to Jughead. He just shakes his head, but he doesn’t look her way. She frowns and eats it herself.

They finally arrive at the location and she’s never been more happy to get out of a car before.

“Thank you, James,” she says as Jughead gets out of the car.

“Anything for you, Miss Cooper.”

“Betty,” Jughead says in the smuggest tone she’s ever heard before. She turns towards him and he’s holding the door open for her while extending his hand out to her for her to grasp onto. She gives him a funny look but she can’t help the way she swoons at the sweet gesture. He may have been joking, but she couldn’t help but think of how he’d treat any girl lucky enough to date him.

She grabs onto his hand and gets out of the car. Jughead slams the door behind them, but Betty just ignores him. He must be in a mood.

“If you wanted breakfast you should have told me,” Jughead grumbles. “I would have gone out before we left and gotten you some.” Is he really bitter about not getting me a bagel?

“Oh, no. Don’t worry about it!” Betty says with a smile. “James knows this place that has the best bagels around. He always goes for me.”

“Doesn’t he have a wife or something to get bagels for?”

“No?” Betty says, giving him a weird look. “He’s single.”

She doesn’t understand why he’s single. James is a very attractive guy and he’s only in his mid to late thirties. He’s really handsome too in a very serious sort of way. He’s muscled, a bit more than Jughead, and has a military haircut with dark green eyes. He’s definitely a looker if you’re into the whole serious clean-cut look.

“Of course he is. So where are we going?”

She ignores his attitude and leads him inside of the building. Although she’s in front of him, his hand stays pressed against her lower back as if he’s making sure she doesn’t get lost or something. Everyone is already on set by the time they get there. People are running around acting like they’re doomed to run out of time before the world blows up. She spots Chuck sitting in front of a mirror as his makeup is done. He’s naked except for a tiny towel covering his private areas. He spots Betty in the reflection of the mirror and sends her a smirk. It gives her a strange feeling of disgust and discomfort.

“Betty Cooper, it’s about time! Come sit with me.” She’s about to act like she never heard him, but another makeup artist sees her and drags her over to the empty chair next to him. “How have you been? I heard about what happened to you with, you know,” he looks at her and she expects to see pity on his face, but she doesn’t. Instead, he looks genuinely sorry. It’s a look she isn’t used to seeing on him and it confuses her. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she tells him, meaning it. “Nothing happened. It was just scary to think of what could have happened.”

“I heard your bodyguard was the one who stopped it. That’s good.” He nods like he’s accepting something. “And I heard what happened to the guy… are you okay about that?” It’s a question no one has asked her and it takes her off guard.

“I don’t know,” she answers him honestly. “I didn’t want that to happen. I never wanted that to happen.”

“I know you didn’t. Most people would preach about how he got what he deserved but not you.” Chuck smiles warmly at her. “You’re different from everyone else.”

Betty tries to gather her thoughts together. The Chuck in front of her is so different from the Chuck she met two years ago. He’s different from the things she’s heard about him. He’s being kinder in this one conversation than he’s been in the past two years she’d worked with and heard about him. And she doesn’t know what to think. Has something happened in the past few years to make him change? She’s always believed that people could change if they really wanted to, she just didn’t think Chuck Clayton would be one of those people. He wasn’t incapable of change, Betty just didn’t think he’d want to.

“Thank you,” is all she says. She looks into the mirror in front of her. Her stylist is wetting her hair. Her makeup artist is pulling out an eyeshadow palette to use on her. She catches Jughead’s eye in the mirror and his reflection sinks into a frown, just like he has been all day. She gives him a forced smile, hoping he’ll smile back, but he just turns away.

The commercial is just as sexy as she thought it would be. She’s currently standing in a pool of heated water in a tiny white bikini. She would feel a little embarrassed but she’s used to this by now and Chuck’s sporting what can only be called fashionable tighty-whities so she feels fine.

“I want to get one more shot of you coming out of the water,” the director yells over to her. She gives him a thumbs up and waits for the okay to start. For what seems like the hundredth time, she goes underneath the water and emerges in a way that rivals Ariel’s in The Little Mermaid.

“Cut!” The director yells out. “That was beautiful, Elizabeth! Absolutely stunning! I told my people that I would work with no one else but you.”

“She does have that certain poise in her that you can’t find anywhere else,” Chuck says from where he’s sitting on the makeshift pier. Betty just smiles at both of them and makes to get out of the water.

“You know,” Chuck says as she nears the pier, holding a hand out for her, “I’m having a party tonight. A lot of people are going to be there. You’re invited. You can bring whoever you want with you.” He glances behind her at something before turning his attention back to her. “You don’t have to come, but I thought I’d invite you. I understand if you don’t, though especially after everything you’ve been through.”

She knows the last place she needs to be is at a party, but it sounds inviting. She remembers back to the last time she decided to do something fun, though and how that had worked out for her. Tonight will be different. If she goes, she’s not going to drink and she’ll be in better control of herself. She just needs a change of scenery from her apartment.

“I’ll be there,” she tells him.

They say their goodbyes and he gives her his address before leaving. She walks over to Jughead who has been standing in the corner of the room all day.

“What’s wrong?” She asks him, concerned. She doesn’t know what’s bothering him, but it’s starting to bother her. “You’ve been in a mood all day. Are you okay?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t do that,” she tells him and he looks at her in question. “Remember when you told me that you wanted to be here for me? I want to be here for you, too. You’re my friend, Jughead. You can talk to me.”

He’s quiet as he just stares at her. Finally, he sighs out and slouches a little, losing the tense stance he’d been in all day. She smiles inwardly, having finally broken today’s cold exterior.

“It’s just one of those days,” he tells her vaguely. It doesn’t answer anything and it leaves her just as clueless, but she’ll take it. Everyone’s entitled to have their own off days. “I know I’ve been rude. To you. Everyone. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she shrugs as she links their arms together in a comfortable fashion as they begin to walk outside. “I got invited to a party Chuck is throwing tonight.”

“Did you?”

“Mhm, you don’t have to go with me.”

Jughead stops in his tracks, making Betty come to a halt as well. She looks up at him confused and he’s staring down at her in disbelief.

“Are you serious?”

“Well… yeah,” she shrugs. “I know you’re probably sick of having to hang around me 24/7 and after my whole confession to you the other night–.”

“Betty,” Jughead cuts her off, “I’m not sick of you, and we don’t have to talk about this.”

“We do. It happened and that’s that, but I’m not really trying to bring it back up. I’m trying to say that going to this party might be just the thing I need to get over the whole thing, you know? I can meet someone there. I’m sure tons of eligible guys will be at his party.” She doesn’t know why she’s saying this, okay yes, she does know why.

Half of her is telling him this so that he knows she’s trying to move past her crush on him, she doesn’t want him to have to worry about her or hurting her feelings. The other half is pure pettiness and she’s telling him in the hopes that he miraculously gets jealous at the news, and fights for her. She wants that to happen, as silly as it sounds.

Whatever he feels, he doesn’t show it. He just stays serious as he starts walking again, dragging her along with him as their arms are still linked.

“I’m going with you,” he tells her. Her heart races at that. Could it be because he’s jealous of the idea of her trying to find someone else? “You never know who could be there,” the next part of the sentence sounds rushed and fake, like the kind recited from a script. “For all we know, your stalker could be someone just as famous as you.”

Her entire mood deflates like a popped balloon.

“Right,” she says. “Of course.”

Chuck Clayton has a huge house just like everyone else Jughead has met so far. It’s located in Beverly Hills and he would laugh at the complete pretentiousness of it all, but he just bites his lip and decides not to make any snarky comments. His face must say it all though, as Betty and him get dropped off in front of the house, because the tiny blonde is looking at him uneasy.

“He’s a decent guy,” she says as if Jughead even cares, as if that’s somehow going to make him want to be here. It doesn’t. But I need to make sure she’s safe.

“Didn’t you say he was an asshole just this morning?”

He hasn’t known Betty that long, just about two months but he knows that she’s a girl who trusts people way too easily. If he had his way, he’d leave her in the apartment all day where he knew she’d be out of harm’s way. He has this undeniable need to protect her. He’s fully aware that it’s technically his job, but it feels like more that that these days. Less-than-innocent ideas shouldn’t be blooming in his stupidly unprofessional mind when he’s practically pressed against her every day, teaching her to fight. The way she’d lied down for him in a split second, and the sound she made the other day had still been replaying in his mind like the most sensual soundtrack to an otherwise bland day in the life of a 24-hour bodyguard.

Betty’s not the first woman he’s had to step in and protect. He’s been a bodyguard for actresses, models, personalities, and he’d felt never felt this protective over any of them before. He blames it on the fact that her situation is a bit more serious and she doesn’t seem to realize just how serious it all is. Going out to concerts and parties while her life was quite literally on the line? It was reckless and stupid, something Jughead would never allow had she been his, but she isn’t his. She’s just the girl he’s paid to protect. It’s what he repeats to himself constantly, branding it into his brain.

“He was nice during the shoot,” she defends but he sees the way her cheeks redden. She does that a lot around him. He wonders if it’s because she’s embarrassed or if it’s something more.

“Just because he’s nice once doesn’t mean he’s a nice guy.” Betty doesn’t knock as they reach the front door and he wonders if that’s just common around here; people just letting themselves into other’s homes. Is that how things work with celebrities? He doesn’t know, he wouldn’t know. He doesn’t necessarily like it though.

Betty ignores his words as they enter. She does that sometimes, he’s noticed. When she knows he’s right she just won’t answer him. It annoys him to no end, but he’s not about to bring it up to her. He has no reason to be annoyed at the fact that she doesn’t answer him sometimes. He had never talked this much to any of the other people he worked for, but Betty had been insistent that they be friends. It was ridiculous. He had tried to be cold towards her, to show her that he has no interest in being her friend, but Betty Cooper seemed like the type of girl who always got her away. That’s what happened with him at least.

Jughead had his days with Betty. Some days it seemed like they were truly friends and they’d laugh and joke about things and he’d forget he’s being paid to guard her life. Other days things seem tense between them and he knows that he’s being closed off with her. He’s not trying to, he doesn’t want to act like that around her, but he can’t help it. He’s aware what things look like in the public eye and the last thing he needs is her getting hurt over him because they were a little too close.

As soon as they get through the front door, Jughead wants to walk right back out. He could hear the music from outside, but now that they were inside of the house, it was so much louder and ringing in his ears. It was something that he’d never listen to if he had a choice and he grimaces at it.

“Oh, I like this song!” Betty tells him, a grin on her face. “My friend’s the one singing!”

Of course he is, Jughead wants to say. He doesn’t though. He just nods and gives her a smile that he’s sure makes him look like he’s ready to die.

“Hey, man!” Some guy yells from behind him. “So glad you could make it!” The guy brings Jughead in for a hug and Betty gives him a confused look, while he’s sure his face mirrors her own.

“Uh, thanks,” he says back uneasily but the guy has already ran off to someone else. “I’ve never seen that man before in my life.” His voice speaks right into her ear, so she could hear him over the music.

Betty laughs and he has to admit, it’s kind of funny.

“Welcome to Beverly Hills,” she says with a smile and Jughead smiles back at her. “We should find Chuck and say hi. It’s his party after all.”

The idea doesn’t sound appealing to him at all. This house is big enough that he could probably live here and never run into Chuck, so why do they have to go search him out willingly? This would be the one custom that these people decide to stick with. At least they’re polite, he thinks with a snort.

“And I’m kind of thirsty,” she tells him. “Could you get me a drink?”

He looks at her with a frown. Betty’s been better about drinking especially after what happened the last time and the talk they had. He doesn’t want this party to be something that sets her back.

“A Coca-Cola, please, I’m not going to drink tonight,” she confirms for him but she looks a little bummed out now and he realizes that she probably noticed the way he was looking at her. He doesn’t want to treat her like she’s a kid and he’s not trying to. It’s something he needs to work on and he knows it.

There’s a full bar inside of the house because of course there is. Betty walks over to it with him and stands by as he gets her a coke.

“Give me the can,” he tells the bartender. He’ll be damned if he lets this man pour the drink into the glass himself. “I’ll pour it for her.” The bartender gives him an ugly look, clearly offended, but Jughead couldn’t care less. When it comes to her, he isn’t taking any chances. He pours the drink himself and hands it over to Betty who takes it with a gracious smile. It was the little things, like an appreciative smile, that made it all worth it.

“He might be out by the pool,” she says randomly and it takes Jughead a minute to realize she’s still talking about Chuck.

“Okay.” He follows her outside, thoughts racing the entire time. He doesn’t trust Chuck at all. He’d only just met him today at the shoot and even then he hadn’t actually met him at all. He’d only seen him from a distance, but something about him was off. The way he stared at Betty was nearly predatory. His eyes would linger on her like an animal stalking its prey and he had made more than enough comments about her “poise” and “grace” all damn day. It had been exhausting to listen to and Jughead had wanted to yell at him to shut the fuck up several times. Why couldn’t the guy just do his damn job and keep his trap shut without hitting on Betty? It was obnoxious and it annoyed Jughead that Betty seemed to be falling for it.

Sure enough, Betty was right. As soon as they get outside they spot Chuck. He’s standing by the pool in white pants with no shirt on. He looks like a douchebag. It’s not even hot outside to be swimming so why the hell is he shirtless? Jughead gives Betty a sympathetic look she doesn’t catch, when she shudders from the chill in the air.

Jughead’s wearing a black long-sleeve shirt and black jeans with boots because it’s cold outside. Even Betty is wearing a pair of white jeans with a blue sweater on. He decides that Chuck is an idiot and it’s a wonder how no one else seems to see it.

“Betty!” Chuck yells out as he sees her, walking over to them and leaving the girl he had been talking to before. The girl looks annoyed and Jughead wonders if he’s wearing the same expression she is.

“Look at us,” he says as he nears them, “Matching pants! It was meant to be.” Betty laughs at his words as she looks down at their jeans. Jughead has to refrain from getting her Coke and throwing it on Chuck’s jeans.

“I’m so glad you could make it.” He brings her in for a hug and his hand rests a little too closely to her ass. Jughead glares at him. Chuck smirks back, to his annoyance.

“Thank you for inviting me,” she tells him. “I brought a friend.”

“Hey, man,” Chuck says offhandedly, not even looking at Jughead as he says it. Jughead doubts he would have even said anything if Betty hadn’t mentioned she’d brought him along. Jughead doesn’t say anything back, he just nods in acknowledgement.

“Come on, Betty,” Chuck says as he grabs Betty’s wrist rather tightly and leads her over to a group of people standing by a bar. “I have some friends I want you to meet.”

Jughead follows behind them, suddenly feeling like a third wheel although he knows that he has no right to. He’s Betty’s bodyguard, this is how things are supposed to be; him in the back, following and watching, but never actually being a part of anything. He’s not supposed to want her to hold his hand, or drag him off places to do indecent things…..

Chuck introduces her to some guys that are on the same team with him. In any other world, in any other scenario, Jughead would probably be freaking out over standing in front of NBA players, but not now. Now he just feels annoyance as they all fawn over Betty, talking about how much they love her work and how she’s even more beautiful in person. No shit, he thinks to himself. He’s told her that before, how beautiful she is, but he doesn’t say it the way these guys do. He says it and he means it. He means that she’s beautiful on the inside, even more so than she is on the outside. She’s different than anyone he’s ever met before, with a kind heart and eyes to match. She’s the type of girl who would do anything for the people she cares about and that’s what makes her beautiful. These guys though? They tell her she’s beautiful as they stare her up and down. They don’t mean it, Jughead thinks bitterly.

A couple of the guys have girlfriends with them and they still smile a bit too much and for a bit too long at Betty. They don’t seem to see the way their boyfriends are looking at her. Jughead wonders if he’s the only who here who can actually see what’s going on.

They’ve been there for a while, Jughead’s just off to the side and Betty’s talking to one of the girls that had introduced herself as Marisol. He’s bored. He doesn’t get bored easily, but right now he is so bored that the pool looks really inviting to him. He’s clocked out on all the conversation around him and is taken by surprise when Marisol puts a hand on his arm.

“What’s your name?” She asks him, seeming genuinely curious. “You didn’t introduce yourself.”

“No,” he says blandly, “I didn’t.” Just as he’s about to turn away from her, Betty stumbles over to him.

“This is Jughead!” She waves a bit on her feet and her words are slow. Jughead looks at her in confusion. She’s drinking a Coke, what the hell? There’s no way she’s drunk.

“Jughead?” It’s Chuck who says his name, sounding like an asshole as he snorts. “That’s an interesting name.” He places his hand around Betty’s waist and brings her closer to him. She falls into his chest, but the action looks weird. She smiles and lets out a delirious laugh. Something’s wrong.

“Betty, are you okay?” He moves forward, ignoring Chuck as his focus turns back towards Betty.

“She’s fine, man,” Chuck says, pulling Betty back and stepping away from Jughead. “Aren’t you, Betty?”

Her eyes close slowly and she opens her mouth twice, moving it but no sound comes out. “J–j–…”

“What the fuck?” Jughead yells out. He looks around and sees Betty’s drink, half empty and left alone on the bar top. His entire body feels hot in anger as he realizes what’s going on. “What the fuck did you do to her?”

She sways in Chuck’s arms and now his friends turn their attention towards them as they hear Jughead’s words.

“I didn’t do anything to her,” Chuck says, anger growing. “She’s fine!”

Jughead ignores him as he reaches forward and grabs Betty’s arm. “Come on, we’re going home.”

“Home?” Chuck says. “What are you? Her boyfriend?” He says it so sarcastically and the look on his face is so smug that the words come flying out of Jughead’s mouth before he can even stop himself.

“Actually I am, asshole.”

Chuck looks taken aback before he smirks again. “Funny. She didn’t seem to think to mention that to me. You must not be that important, giving the way she’s hanging on me right now.”

Betty tries to talk again, but nothing comes out and her head drops to one side, her eyes half-lidded.

“What did you do to her?”

“It’s not what I did to her,” Chuck laughs. “It’s what I’m going to do to her. She doesn’t look like she’s complaining, does she?”

Jughead doesn’t think after that. He pulls Betty away from Chuck and hands her to Marisol who looks completely shocked.

“What the fu–?” Chuck doesn’t have time to finish his sentence before Jughead lunges towards him, punching him right in the face. He staggers backwards, but doesn’t go down. “You’re going to fucking pay for that,” he spits out and lands a punch to Jughead’s cheekbone.

Jughead tackles him to the ground and begins to punch him in the face repeatedly. They both roll around on the ground, gaining power over the other before losing it again. He can’t feel his face or his knuckles, he doesn’t know how long he’s been fighting with Chuck for. All he can focus on is making sure that Chuck pays for whatever he did to Betty.

“Hey, Betty, stay awake! Come on! What happened?” Marisol screeches.

“Betty?” He yells out to her, taking his attention off of Chuck as he runs over to Betty. He’s scared to touch her and he watches in horror as her eyes roll back and her legs stop supporting her weight. She drops to the floor, as people stare and take pictures.

“You roofied her? Are you fucking kidding me?” As much as he’d love to pound Chuck’s face in, Jughead turns to Betty instead, and drops to his knees next to Betty on the ground. There are tears falling down his face as he starts crying. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s supposed to protect Betty, but he doesn’t know what to do. He feels for a pulse, but it’s faint.

“Betty? Betty, you’re going to be okay. I swear to God, you’re going to be okay.” It falls on deaf ears though, she’s too far gone to understand a single word of anything he’s said. Color had drained from her face as air rushed in and out from her parted lips. He’s never felt so desperate to see her blink, at least.

“Betty?” He yells. “Hey, hey! No, wake up!” He touches her face, she’s sweating and her hair is damp. He places his hands on her chest. He wipes at his face again, ignoring Chuck’s snickers behind his back.

“Please stay with me, wake up,” he whispers out desperately. She won’t react but he’d do anything to hear a single word.

He knew roofies usually weren’t dangerous. Chances are, since it wasn’t mixed with alcohol, she’d likely recover just fine after being sick for a while. But part of him couldn’t bear to imagine the what if.

I’m so sorry, Betty…please, I just need you with me.

HS Quotidien Interview

Hi folks! Here is a transcript of Harry’s interview with Yann Barthès. I didn’t want to spend too much time on it, so I apologize if there are a few typos. However, I moonlight as a lyrics transcriber so it should be pretty accurate… This includes a bit that was cut in the replay version, so don’t be surprised. 

YB: Welcome to Paris.

HS: Thank you.

YB: How are you?

HS: Um, good. I’m good.

YB: Can you answer in French? Comment ça va? (= how are you?)

HS: Umm, I have… a little bit…a tiny bit… Très bien. Et toi? (= very well and you?)

 YB: Well, very well, thank you. Thank you very much for being here. We always start interviews with international stars with this question: can you give us your five favourite words in French? Or a sentence that you know in French? I was told you know some.

HS: “Comment vous-faîtes un café si délicieux?” (=how do you make such a good coffee?)

YB: Ah, ah, ok.

HS: (mumbles something I can’t understand) It’s all I have.

YB: Do you often use that sentence?

HS: … no. Yes! Yeah…

YB: Who or what comes to mind when you think of France?

HS: …. um… best people I’ve known… I think *her* (points to a fan). And then I guess…Fabien Barthez.

YB: (slightly surprised) Fabien Barthez, yes. (note: he is a French footballer who played in the 90s) So Harry, you are 23 and you are one of the biggest pop stars in the world. You know that everyone is watching you very carefully (note: the French expression YB uses, which is not mean, kind of implies: waiting for you to trip or fail) with your new album, Sign of the Times. Why did you choose this song? Why Sign of the Times? It’s very far from what we expected from you.

HS: Yeah, I think I, uh, I wanted to… I always liked music that makes me feel something and I, you know I think…writing it, I kind of felt something and wanted to put that out. I think it is a good indicator, um, for me of what the album means to me. So that’s why I wanted to go with that first. I think.

YB : Billboard Magazine wrote that this single is, I quote, “one of the most ambitious song in pop music of the past decade”. Not bad… do you have friends at Billboard?

HS: (cute little laugh) I don’t know anyone at the Billboard.

YB : Upon listening to it, we think of David Bowie, of Queens… Who else inspired you?

HS: Um, I mean…. I think, I think, everyone, anything, any song you’ve ever listened to growing up or throughout your life that you’ve enjoyed (…he then says something I can’t catch) so I think a lot of different things but I think, uh,  I wanted to… I wanted to just write, and see what came out …. and see, you know I didn’t know what I sounded like, to make an album, so the process was as interesting for me as I think it will be for people listening to the album for the first time.

YB: Do you know any French singer?  This is a trick question… and don’t say Serge Gainsbourg!

HS: I know Woodkid.

YB: Woodkid?

HS: Woodkid, yeah. He directed my music video so, uh…

YB: Why did you choose him?

HS: Um, I just think, I think his videos are amazing. I think he is a really, really talented guy. And I love French people. So I wanted to work with ‘em.

YB : (makes faces at Harry) When you are in Spain, you say that you love Spanish people…

HS: No? Great tie, by the way. Good tie.

YB : Really? (looks for the label for half a second) Uh, it’s French.

HS: I’m sure. Wouldn’t be a Spanish tie, would it?

YB: Can I see your loafers? I was told you have great loafers. (zoom in on Harry’s Gucci rainbow shoes). Wow, yeah. What is it? It’s not French, it’s Italian. (a fan in the audience then says it is Gucci).

HS: It’s not, no.

YB: It’s from the European Union.

HS: (laughs) Probably, yeah.

YB: It seems like everything is very easy for you. Has everything really been easy for you?

HS: Um, was what simple?

YB: Well, your life. You have a dream life. With 1D.

HS: Oh, I mean, I feel very lucky to be able to be making music, I feel very lucky to able to make this (points to his album) and I feel very lucky today being in France (… says something I don’t understand…) singing this song. And uh, yeah, I can’t complain.

YB: And what was less pleasant?

HS: (pauses)Um… I don’t know.

YB: One thing…

HS: Um, I think, I think when you care so much about something it’s hard to get to a point where you feel like you’re finished. I think you always feel like your adding, like you wanna add something to make it better. So I think the hardest part was getting to that part and be like, ok, it’s finished. Um, yeah.

YB: You said in the May issue of Rolling Stones that a big part of your album was inspired by a women. (Leans forward and asks sarcastically) Really?

HS: No, I think, I think, honestly, I think the album is much more about me than it is about anyone else. I think if I said the album is about a woman, it kind of feels like… and I…uh, I don’t know, I put a lot of work into it so I don’t feel, I don’t feel like it revolves around a woman. I feel like, it is a lot about me and things like (??) Yeah, I feel like it’s more about me than about anyone else. (makes a cute sassy little face)

YB: How do you navigate going from a group adventure, being in a boyband, to a solo career as an adult?

HS: Um, I mean, it’s been a lot of fun, I think. You know, we were very lucky to get to do some amazing things. And at the moment in our lives, we’re at a time when everyone is trying their own thing and having a good time. It’s been amazing to see everyone do so well. So if I can, kind of, do as well as the other boys, that would be amazing.

YB: Do you talk or text them everyday? Whatsapp?

HS: I don’t have that. But yeah, we talk, yeah. Yeah, absolutely, yeah. It’s uh, and everyone’s been bringing stuff out and it’s been, it’s been a lot going on, so it’s been… it’s been a good time.

YB: Here is the album cover. Can you describe it? Why this photo?

HS: Yeah… Um, so… (cute little sound) I worked with, um, I worked with a photographer, Harley Weir. I’m a massive, massive fan of her, of her work. And uh, it was an amazing opportunity to get to work with her and I think she’s incredible. And I felt like, this was what I wanted…

YB: Why is it pink? Why the water, why the back? Why…why?

HS: (shrugs)

YB : It’s beautiful! But why pink for example?

HS: I dunno man.

YB: (fakes surprise) Really? That, you don’t know?

HS: I don’t know. Um, I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll ever want to…

YB: (interrupts Harry) Some say it is the colour of rock’n roll?

HS: (pauses). Apparently so. I dunno. I think, I think, it means something to me and I think if it means anything to anyone else. I wouldn’t want to take away from that by explaining it. I think the cool thing about stuff like photos and art is you can just leave it, you don’t have to explain it.

YB: So everyone can see whatever they want, is that it?

HS: Yes, exactly.

YB : Have you seen that? (shows a video of fans reacting to Sign of the Times). Your fans film themselves listening to your song for the first time… So there are some very relevant analysis… (the video continues to play out) Do you read what people say about you on social media, here on YouTube, or Twitter, or Instagram. You use Instagram, right?

HS: Yes, I use it a little bit. (To the crowd that sounds sceptical) Yeah, I use it a little bit! I mean I wish everyone was having as good a time as the girl that was (makes vague arm movements). That, that’s what I do when I listen to it. So…

YB: Do you do your own Insta posts, with your own fingers, or is it someone else?

HS: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I do mine.

YB: Do you still vote in Redditch?

HS: …in?

YB: Redditch.

HS: Where I was born? I don’t live in Redditch anymore.

YB: So you don’t vote there. When was the last time you voted?

HS: No, London, yeah.

YB: Do you have an opinion on Brexit?

HS: Um…

YB: Welcome to Europe by the way!

HS: Thank you very much, thanks for having me. Um, I mean I don’t… I don’t really comment on politics. Um, to me I think anything that brings people together is better than something that keeps people apart. Uh, that’s, yeah…

YB: And yet, you do support legal equality. Man, woman, heterosexual, homosexual. It is politics, isn’t it?

HS: Um, I don’t know, that doesn’t feel like politics to me, I think. Stuff like equality feels much more like fundamentals. I feel like everyone really is equal. That doesn’t feel like politics to me.

YB: Do you know that your fans are very fetishist. They know every tattoo, every piece of jewellery you have, they have a heart attack when you cut your hair. So clearly, here, you are playing on their nerves. Today, you are playing on their nerves.

HS: (a bit coy) Ok. Is it?

YB: Yes, of course. (shows pictures of Harry’s tattoos) Yes, clearly. What is your favourite tattoo?

HS: Um, I think uh… probably, I don’t know actually.

YB: What is the last one?

HS: The latest is this one, there (points to the Arlo tattoo). And this guy (point to Jackson). And this guy (points back to Arlo).

YB: Jackson?

HS: This guy (point to the bottom of the bee? I’m not sure). This guy (points to another tattoo on his right arm, off camera, and then to the rose).

YB: (laughs) All at the same time?

HS: Yes, it is close. (it is what I hear but the French interpreter translated it by “there is a lot”)

YB: And your hair? What’s the deal with your hair? How many tons of hair products have you used when you were in 1D (note: in French, there was no connotation of the 1D era being over or not)

HS: (sigh) Yeah, like a lot. I think a lot, yeah.

YB: You are in the next Christopher Nolan movie. It’s called Dunkirk.

HS: Yeah.

YB: How did you end up there?

HS: Um, I auditioned.

YB: There, there we see you (as images of Harry in Dunkirk are shown on screen)

HS: There I am. Yeah, it’s me. Um, yeah, I auditioned. Um, yeah, it was great, it was an amazing experience. It’s gonna be a really cool movie.


YB: Harry, it feels like we’ve known you since you were just a kid. The world discovered you in 2010 on the seventh season of X Factor. (shows a clip of Harry’s audition) So in this video you are alone but Simon Cowell, member of the jury, has an idea. He puts you together with Zayn, Louis, Liam and Niall and you become One Direction. You are the one who came up with the name One Direction and the five of you sell millions of albums. One Direction is quickly considered as the new Beatles, you fill the biggest avenues in the world, the whole planet talks about you. When you travel, we feel for your eardrums… you become the pride of the UK. Prime Minister David Cameron even makes a cameo in one of your videos… you sing in front of the Queen… but in 2015, bang!… Zane leaves the band. The fans can’t get over it… but they can rest easy now, one of their favourites is on the cover of Rolling Stones, he will be in the next Christopher Nolan movie, plays Mick Jagger on SNL… but what you don’t know is that we already met in 2012 (shows a clip of Harry talking in French)… you were doing promo in France… and now I have questions for you.

First, when you are in the car (Harry is shown on screen surrounded by a crowd of fans, trying to get to his car) and fans are coming at you from everywhere, do you see that? (shows a photo of faces squashed against a window).

HS: Uh, I think I actually lost my shoes that day. And then I got in the car… I got in the car and I was like, I don’t have any shoes (… note: I can’t make out what he says next.)

YB: I have a second question. Do you always do that before going on stage (shows a clip of Harry and Zayn having their teeth and nostrils checked out). Do you still do that? Shall we do it?

HS: No.

YB: Really? You won’t do it?

HS: (shields himself with his hand and shows YB his teeth and nostrils) Thank you. 

YB: What is the weirdest question you’ve been asked in an interview?

HS: Um… Mm… um, I think it actually was a French interview. I got asked if I would uh, if I would pee in a sink.

YB: Why, indeed, that is weird!

HS: It was the first question!

YB: Well, it sets the mood!

HS: Yeah

YB: And what question do you never want to hear again? Did I ask it?

HS: (turns to where the audience is giving suggestions) Which one? Oh, crush.

YB: What?

HS: Crush.

YB: Oh, that… (makes a heart of his hands) Ok, good. I haven’t asked that. Phew. Do you know that at a young French writer has just published a novel about you? It’s called « Styles », it’s published by Jean-Claude Lattès. It is a novel about the writer’s obsession with you. It’s in French so well…

HS: Aaah?

YB : You can translate it. I’m giving it to you

HS: Is this true?

YB: It is true. He dedicated it to you. Jean-Claude Lattès is a very serious publishing house. It is called “Styles”. So read it.

HS: Thank you

YB: Thank you very much Harry styles for coming on our show. His first self-titled album comes out on May 12th. Thank you very much, have a good trip back


I really loved that interview. I thought Harry was very relaxed and it was lovely to see him having a good time, laughing and interacting with the audience. I liked that YB addressed Harry as an equal, joked and was interested in what Harry thought as a musician and as a person. All in all, it was very respectful and set the record straight on many RS controversial points.

Also, there a was segment later in the show called #fakenews and one of the joke was someone saying “Harry Styles doesn’t make real music” and then getting slapped across the face and a big #FAKENEWS coming on screen! 

fancafe From.PTG update:


Oang everyone Romance is finally out! Early this year doing the to-do-list vlive, Hongseok hyung was going to do his cover song and I feel really really thankful that he think it’ll be good if the second song is a song from me. When I asked what type of song will be good, an idea of “a song that is good to listen on a summer night” came out. So, I tried my best to make that type of song, with Hyung we discussed about the song ths mood, lyrics, camera angle all one by one. Because of that, I think the song has been done completely good. Hongseok hyung who sings it cooly, the video team with whom we shared thoughts and work together with thank you! Universe who also appeared in the middle on the night sky, please watch it prettily 😄 oh yeah

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