with his radio playing

anonymous asked:

Where would Lance have learned how to dance?

Probably back home.

As a little kid with the windows open on a sunny day, the radio playing music quietly from the table and his mother either cooking or baking somesnacks for lunch or after and she invites him to dance and that becomes their weekly/daily thing, just dancing along to the music in the kitchen.

Everytime they’re on a planet and it’’s sunny and there’s a slight draft he closes his eyes and pretends he’s back home listening to the music playing softly from the radio, his mom humming along to it idly as she does whatever task she would do on days like this.

One of the most satisfying things about witnessing Harry’s success is knowing that he’s a genuinely good person. Like we’ve seen time and time again how lovely and kind and humble he is, and how no matter how huge he gets he appreciates every positive thing that comes his way. For as long as he’s been in the public eye, he seems to have always understood the transcience of fame and commercial success and so has never taken any of the overwhelming support for him for granted. Even a few days ago when he was doing one of his radio interviews, he kept thanking the host for playing his song and having him on the show, and the interviewer let out a chuckle like ‘are you kidding me???’ and said “No, thank YOU.” Because he’s Harry’s Styles so of course being interviewed and praised should be something that he’s pretty used to by now. But after all these years, Harry still makes sure to stay kind and grateful and thoughtful about how he interacts with people around him and what he puts back into the world. Like there is something so wonderful about knowing that Harry is both tremendously talented and fiercely good-natured and that he’s someone you can just root for wholeheartedly. In case it isn’t clear, I’m so proud of him and I’m so proud to support him in any way I can because he is loving and deserving and so much the kind of person I aspire to be someday.

Night Drive

Summary: In which you help Bucky combat a sleepless night by going on a night drive.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,366

A/N: Oh hey, it’s me. I guess I’m back.

Originally posted by krisletang

The screaming starts late that night. Or maybe it starts early that morning; it’s too dark outside your window to be sure of the time.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes is easier said than done. Your slumber had been a deep one, as the fatigue from two sleepless nights in a row had caught up to you. Once your head hit the pillow, you were convinced nothing could possibly wake you up.

Nothing except the sound of Bucky’s screams in the room down the hall from yours.

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15. Harry Styles, ‘Harry Styles’

“Boy band member grows up and makes a rock record” is a catchy elevator pitch for Harry Styles, but such a description would ignore the most recent One Direction albums (which were largely classic-rock homages), and miss the nuances of the leap that Styles has made in his first solo effort. With his self-titled debut, Harry has opted to forego radio play and make a big, brash guitar album that draws upon arena rock as much as hushed folk and hair metal; there’s a lot of ground covered here, and none of it feels inauthentic. Credit Jeff Bhasker for fleshing out the production on songs like “Carolina” and “Ever Since New York,” but this is Harry’s show, and his commitment to conjuring the spirit of ‘70s rock never comes across as overreaching. Styles was always going to be a star post-1D, but with Harry Styles, he justifies his headliner status. - Billboard

The thing about salvador speech is that he was talking about radio/tv/mainstream and not eurovision itself
This is the first time one of his songs plays on the radio. His sister got one a few years ago but barely played.
Firework songs aren’t songs with fireworks. there is a lot of work even in eurovision trash, that we all love… if anyone ever listens to portuguese radio… it will make sense seriously
Dude, we are portuguese we speak in weird metaphors…

for @fauvistfly, who wanted something with pining and stiles being a singer

rated T, 2.3k also on AO3 here 

It’s four am and the diner is quiet. Derek finishes wiping down a table; life as usual, he’s alone, he’s at work, everything goes on as it does. He refills coffee for the two tired-looking truckers sitting at the counter and goes back to refilling the salt shakers.

The last time Cora was home, she’d asked if he and Laura ever considered selling the place. “Doesn’t do much business,” she said, trying to be gentle. Say it was okay to let go. But she’d only been a baby when the accident happened that took their parents; she didn’t have memories growing up here the way Derek and Laura did, playing hide-and-seek under the counters, watching their dad bake pies and their mom fill coffee, listening to travelers talk about their lives on the road.

Hale’s is fifty miles from the nearest town in either direction, a blink-and-miss-it diner still stuck in the ‘50s, right off the Pacific Coast Highway. The little town of Beacon Hills is an hour away, so almost all the patrons are travellers, people looking for respite from the road, on their way up to the redwoods or heading down to San Francisco and Los Angeles. There’s a little wall of autographs from famous people who’ve dined here; cowboys and starlets and authors and people Derek’s parents took a shine to. The diner is a historic landmark, not to mention it’s always been home to Derek.

So Laura manages the day shift and Derek does the night. It works out well; he doesn’t have to interact with people much. He and Laura were homeschooled until high school, and Derek had found Beacon Hills High School overwhelming with its crowds.

The radio starts a new song; it’s one of Derek’s favorites. He doesn’t remember the name of the artist, but it makes Derek feel alive. The song lyrics aren’t particularly sensual, but the man’s voice is— Derek shudders, feeling his blood run hot under his skin, and he imagines the warm touch of someone pulling him close, embracing him, kissing him—

“Can I take this coffee to go?”

“Oh. Sure,” Derek says, pouring the trucker’s coffee into a plastic cup.

They leave him a decent tip and are off, the bell jingling as they go.

Derek sighs, watching the moonlight dance across the ocean in the distance. He listens to the rustling of the trees, and occasionally a car will drive past the diner, lights blaring.

He turns off the radio and hums the song to himself as he sweeps up.

There’s longing here, of a love long lost, and Derek is lost to the song, to the memories it drags up.

Nothing but the sound of waves crashing on the shore, the white hot sun burning just beyond Derek’s closed eyes. He can feel the warm body next to him stir awake, and then fingers carding through his hair.

“Derek… hey. You awake?”

“Nope,” Derek says, and he can already picture it: Stiles leaning over him, his hair still wet, eyes bright with laughter.

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furbyhater  asked:

Annabeth sleeping in on a Sunday morning (very rare for her but she's 3 months pregnant and always tired so she'll take the rest) and waking up to the faint sound of music coming from the kitchen. She goes to investigate and finds her beautiful husband Percy cooking pancakes with their beautiful 2 year old son in his arms, the two of them dancing as the radio plays something mellow. She stops to watch as their son periodically feeds his dad "booberries" and Percy peppers his son's face w kisses

(i want you to know that this killed me,,,im writing from beyond the grave)

their two year old, theodore, is wearing his favourite shark footie PJs which have blueberry stains around the sleeves and his collar. (it’s a laundry day anyway). he coos happily when he sees his mamma and is easily transferred to her hip when she leans in for a kiss from percy. (one of those easy we’re-gonna-do-this-for-the-rest-of-our-lives kisses which says hi, hello, good morning, and i love you all in one. it’s magic, really.) theodore feeds her a couple of booberries which she thanks him for before sitting him at the table. she makes coffee and percy serves them all pancakes and it’s just a really really great sunday morning.

UK Radio Stations

PLEASE tweet UK radio stations asking them to play Back To You!!! it will take you no more than a few minutes!! please help Louis get some good airplay in the UK so he can reach as many potential buyers of his single as possible.

every little bit helps!! :)

BBC Radio 1

Capital FM

KISS FM

Heart Radio

Heat Radio


Sample Tweets:

  • Hi! Can you please play #BackToYou by @Louis_Tomlinson feat. @BebeRexha and @DigiFarmAnimals? Thank you!
  • I’ve been loving #BackToYou by @Louis_Tomlinson feat. @BebeRexha and @DigiFarmAnimals? Can you play it? Thanks!
  • Please play @Louis_Tomlinson’s new song #BackToYou featuring @BebeRexha and @DigiFarmAnimals. Thank you!

Pay attention to what Frank Ocean is doing because it’s the future

Trying to predict Frank Ocean’s movements these days is like trying to tie a bell on Waldo, or getting the jump on Carmen Sandiego. It’s been like this for four years, ever since Ocean began traveling the world to put together his last doubleheader of Endless and Blonde. However, despite the silence then, fans knew the general outcome: There would be an album filled with something R&B-like, and it would be dope.

Nowadays, we have no such sign posts. Ocean could come from anywhere at anytime with any kind of music. The freedom is exhilarating.

Ocean’s “Chanel” release Friday restarted the intrigue. No advance notice, no pomp, no circumstance — he simply played it during the second episode of his Blonde radio show on Apple Music.

Soon after, it popped up on the rest of the major streaming platforms, for his audience’s health and education. It didn’t “break the internet,” as surprises have been doing since Beyoncé’s self-titled — but it did something arguably more important. It signaled to the world that Ocean doesn’t intend to disappear again, he’s found a way to maintain his mystery and continue getting the mainstream to care about music that’s more multidimensional and mystifying than anything it’s exhibited an appetite for in the past. Read more (3/13/17 5:29 PM)

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anonymous asked:

Can someone, anyone publicly stand up for this young man who has stood up for others countless times? Can someone, anyone publicly stand up for his fans who have supported the person he really is and not this gross characterization he's forced to sell? He's worth it and so are we his army of bees. Someone take a public stand to dispel this bullshit. Please.

Wouldn’t that be lovely, anon? But no one with any power or voice is going to stand up for him or us. Look at the deafening silence on Louis solo career and this first single from celebs and influencers. Sony don’t want anyone to support or rescue Louis; certainly not anyone who can give him credibility or power as an artist. 

Historically Louis is the one who’s stood up for us any way he could. He proved he wanted us here again and again, when it must have taken immense courage to do it knowing how vicious and vengeful Sony are. That dagger tattoo. The triangle. The bears. The Amsterdam weekend so recently- what price did he pay for that? I wonder how much Sony punish him for trying to communicate to us that he wants us to stay for him.

And we have stood up for him in turn and held faith in him through everything. I can only hope most of us will stick by him through this shitstorm and not give Sony what they want, because – this is NOT his fault.  HE is the victim.

But whats happening now feels… worse than anything to date. Its so brutal and calculated, so carefully planned by people clearly trained in how to manipulate fan groups, using Louis own voice to decimate his fanbase. They skulk and scuttle round us like rats, picking up information they can use to hurt us. Thats obvious by the way they tick off everything we point out. In this push  for the first time they seem have no limits to hold them back perhaps because they dont have to care about sales. Louis will lose financially, not Sony. Why should they stop?

Ironically, bizarrely, their campaign does not seem to be aimed at making fans who believe Harry is gay to go away. Just people who believe Harry is with Louis.  And people who will work their arses off and vote and promo to make Louis succeed. We showed them up and took the reins of their Louis-is-not-good-enough narrative from them with No Control and Home and JHO. They’re going to try to take us apart before we can do it again, and they’re forcing Louis to fire their bullets for them. Please remember that even if Louis hated us (and he does NOT) he’d know this was an insane thing to do at this stage of his career and yet he’s doing it.  This is forced self destruction. 

Worst of all for me, its not just this - forcing him to say things we know he hates  and that lose him fans he loves and needs – but the way his label are deliberately sabotaging his song. Look at BTYs radio play in the UK. R1 are barely playing it. R2, not at all. That is down to Syco/Sony UK.  In the US, look at this farce of promo whose first line of business has been to drive away the fans who protect him from Sony’s malice as best we can. As someone said its not a promo tour for his song, but for his heterosexuality; to validate Sonys stunts and prove they have clean hands. Louis song is a feature with Bebe, who is glorious - would you know she was even involved from the headlines or the promo Louis’ done? Sony have Louis in their jaws. We, his active, stubborn fans, are all he has to try to get the song out to the GP though our determination and refusal to be bullied or gaslighted or herded. So please  –stream and request and buy, and show them we’re too strong to meekly do what they expect us to do now. I have no hope any knight in shining armour is goiing to sweep in to the rescue though, anon. Its down to us

prove it. (m)

  drabbles

pairing:
yoo kihyun | reader
genre:
rivals au & high school au / smut, fluff
word count:
5,490
description:
when all kihyun can talk about is how good he is in bed, you decide to shut him up by telling him to put his money where he mouth is. fortunately, you both learn a few things along the way.  
author’s note:
i dedicate this to @wonhopes because she made me realize how much kihyun wrecks me. if it wasn’t obvious enough, it’s safe to say i’ve finally accepted it.

Originally posted by wonhontology


If it wasn’t for the mere fact that Mrs. Fern told you who your partner was, you would’ve scoffed, maybe protested, or even blurted out a concise, “Fuck no.”

Out of all the people in the classroom, you’re stuck with him. Yoo Kihyun. The asshole with an ego bigger than Jeon Jungkook’s, and that was probably an understatement too. You can’t imagine the outcome of this, not that anyone can, but when you catch sight of his stare from across the room and a smirk spreads across his lips, you already glower at the possibilities.

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Reggie x Reader: Shape of You (One Shot)

The title really has nothing to do with the story but I was listening to it when I got this idea and also while writing it so enjoy xxx (ALSO I WROTE THIS ON MY PHONE SO I DID MY BEST IN EDITING IT BUT TELL ME IF YOU SEE ANY ERRORS

Plot: The one where Reggie watches you – a lot.

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

Reggie watched you, that was all he seemed to do. His eyes never left your frame as you stood in front of the bench with sweat falling down your tight fitted shirt that was carefully tied at the side to make it even tinier. The rim of a water bottle was touching your lips and Reggie has never had a more irrational jealousy.

Reggie watched as you swallowed gulps of water and how your tongue poked out to run through your pink plump lips, making Reggie want to do the same.  The flushed tone of your skin and tiny silent gasps you seem to emit made Reggie hold his own breath as he imagined how those little breaths would feel on his skin with you under him. He flushed at the thought of how he always managed to make something so innocent sound so filthy.

Reggie watched you flinch (you were too cute), clearly startled when Cheryl suddenly screamed your name: already needing the assistance of her right hand man. You hastily wiped your face with the towel that was hanging around your neck and turned your back, completely hiding your face from Reggie, but he would be lying if he said his eyes didn’t go down to your glorious behind.

Reggie cleared his throat and sat straighter, trying to compose himself.

Cheryl started screaming at her team and Reggie only caught the mention of your name and a new routine.

When the Vixens sat down on the ground and you stepped forward Reggie was confused, his eyebrows nearly meeting each other at the middle of his head. But when Cheryl hit play on the radio and the first beat started: Reggie knew he was fucked.

You were flawless when you danced, not that you weren’t doing anything else, but you were a different kind of beautiful when you were dancing. Reggie leaned on his legs and hiding his mouth on his fist to stop his jaw from falling to the ground. Reggie has been watching you since day one so he knows you were never the obnoxious type and always preferred to keep everything to yourself, however, seeing you make a dance floor out of the gym was something magnificent. You were oozing with confidence and grace, body not missing a beat as you flawlessly performed the complicated routine Cheryl prepared for the oncoming game next week.

Reggie is pretty sure he is in love.

You finished the dance with a bang, more sweat coming out from your body, making Reggie’s mouth literally water as he imagined what it would feel like to trace those sweat with his tongue. His eyes trailed down from your waist to your face and saw the small smile gracing it, rolling back to the sweet (Y/N) everybody was familiar with.

Everybody exploded in applause and admiration, chattering with each other in amazement and congratulating you. Even Reggie couldn’t help himself, clapping his hands louder than everybody else as he descended down the stairs, catching their attention and, most importantly: catching yours.

“Well, well, it seems like the big bad captain enjoyed the show our little (Y/N) made.” Cheryl snickered making Reggie’s eyes roll to the back of his head, trying to will his blush to disappear.

“Great routine, Blossom. Too bad only (Y/N) could probably pull it off by next week.”

“You wound me, Mantle.” Cheryl sneered, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Give me three days and I’ll make every vixen here as good as (Y/N),” she looked behind her where everyone was either drooling at Reggie or warily looking at Cheryl. “Even if it killed them.”

“I doubt it,” Reggie chuckled, looking at you blushing beside Cheryl. “This is my girl were talking about, nobody will ever be as good as her.”

You blushed even more, eyes shooting up to Reggie who was already staring at you, eyes filled with pride and mischief and that beautiful smirk that you wanted to kiss away. Your boyfriend never had any control when it comes to you but you still couldn’t get used to it, not even to his abundant compliments.

“Bet money?”

“Oh you’re on—“

“Okay enough, losers.” You spoke, getting physically in between your best friend and you’re boyfriend. “I’ll be going, Cher. See ya.”

“See you, darling.” Cher waved you goodbye, giving Reggie a glare before turning his attention to her other Vixens. Cheryl loved her Vixens to death (even if she shows it in an unnatural way) but they really do need some beating so that they can be the best.

You walked towards your boyfriend, shaking your head. “You should really stop messing with her, Reggie.”

As soon as you were within reach his arms immediately wrapped around your shoulders, quickly kissing the top of your head with a grin. “I’ll try, babe, just for you.” He took your gym bag from your hands and hooked it on his left shoulder.

“Now how about you give me a private show at my place?”

“For the right price, maybe.” You teased leaning and tip-toeing a bit to give the side of his lips a kiss.

“How about mind-blowing sex?”

“Keep talking.”

“You can be as loud as you want since my parents are out for the weekend.”

“And?”

“Breakfast in bed and round twelve in the morning?”

“Now you’re unto something.”

Reggie laughed, unconsciously pulling you closer to him as you walked towards the car park, getting ready for an amazing weekend with his favorite little Vixen.

He may love watching you but getting to touch you and to see the (Y/N) only he knew will beat it any other day.


AAAAAYYYYYE YOUR COMMENT WILL BE APPRECIATED AS ALWAYS YOU KNOW I LIVE FOR YOUR COMMENTS IT GIVES ME SO MUCH JOY I LOVE Y’ALL xxx

Thought I would finally show you guys the Arthur toy I found at a thrift store a long time ago. The front pocket on his hoodie really works and I use it to hold spare change. He has a radio on his wrist that used to make sound or play music?? Or something like that it it doesn’t work anymore. I have no idea where he comes from but I thought it was worth a share

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a hc of the different characters going in a road trip with MC? Things like where they'll go and how they get along during it and stuff. Thanks ^-^

Oh sure! I guess I’m kinda basing this a bit on a US road trip since that’s what I know. Thanks for the request~


◉Yoosung 

  • He’s planned everything down to the last detail 
  • Will not let you drive, he wants you to just relax and enjoy the trip 
  • The kind of person that stops off at EVERY tourist spot to take pictures together 
  • ‘World’s Largest Ball of Yarn’ type of guy 
  • He has all the spots mapped out so he can be sure you guys see everything together 
  • Religiously checking weather reports to make sure there is no rain to ruin his plans 
  • When you fall asleep in the car he is quiet when he pulls over for gas
  • Gets your favorite foods from the convenience store so when you wake up you have something yummy waiting for you 
  • Pretty slow driver 
    • “I’m not slow I’m cautious!”
  • You both are living off of energy drinks 

◉Jumin 

  • Well…Jumin can’t drive
  • It would be a disaster 
  • So you’re the one behind the wheel
  • He’s not the greatest at reading maps but…he does alright 
  • A few times you guys got turned around 
    • “Jumin…there’s nothing but farms and we ended up on a dirt road where are we….”
    • “Ah, so it was supposed to be a left back there,” he nods to himself while looking at the map
    • “……..”
  • Curious when you pull over to a tourist attraction 
    • “What’s this? How odd. People actually enjoy this?” 
    • “It’s part of the experience of a road trip, Jumin!” 
  • He actually ends up really enjoying the random weird things you find at the exits and takes a lot of blurry photos of you both 
  • Disgusted by convenience store food 
    • “As soon as we arrive, I’m taking you out for a nice meal.”
  • Makes you pull over all of the time so Elly can get a break and stretch her legs 
  • Elly is in the back like 

◉Zen 

  • He’s so excited!
  • You guys pack pretty light 
  • Since you’ll be going on his bike 
  • You have a few essentials in a backpack and you pack a few things in the saddlebags 
  • He’s super good at navigating 
  • Constantly stopping because he is worried you’re tired and need a break
  • You’ll grab a few things from the convenience store and pull over onto the side of the road when he finds a nice spot
  • Sitting and eating together in the grass while the radio on his bike plays some music 
  • You both laugh at your helmet hair every time you stop 
  • If you come across somewhere beautiful he is stopping instantly 
  • Takes your hand and you guys walk in the field or through the trees while the sun sets 
  • Loves to take selfies and post them so his fans can see your journey 
  • BIG on souvenirs 
  • Keychains, magnets, shot glasses–anything to commemorate where you guys have gone together! 
  • He’s very sentimental in that way 

◉Jaehee 

  • She actually gets a little car sick if she is not the one driving 
  • It surprised you both, the first time you took over to drive 
  • She doesn’t tire easily though so she was fine with being the driver 
  • LOVES to sing along to the radio 
  • You both just sing in the car together the whole trip 
  • Coffee life
  • Every time you stop you are grabbing some coffee from the convenience store 
  • Also Jaehee is an expert on the best gas station foods, since thats what she lived off of when working for Jumin 
  • Doesn’t like to make too many pit stops because she has a schedule she wants to stick to 
  • Definitely an over-packer
  • The car is weighed down by the numerous suit cases and bags in the back because she packs for every emergency 

◉Saeyoung 

  • You’re not allowed to drive his baby car
  • He ends up scaring you sometimes with how fast he takes some turns 
  • Stopping every 15 minutes to pee 
    • “Saeyoung, you JUST went.”
    • “I can’t help it!”
    • *opens up another PHD Pepper*
    • “STOP DRINKING THOSE, THEN!” 
  • Like Yoosung, he’s got to stop and see all of the weird attractions you come across 
  • Taking video and pictures of everything 
  • You try to navigate but sometimes he doesn’t listen 
    • “No, this is a shortcut! You’ll see” 
    • “Through a corn field….?” 
    • “Hey, do you think they’d be mad if we took some?”
  • He doesn’t get ‘lost,’ he’s just ‘exploring the area’
  • Chip bags and snack wrappers all over the car
    • “I’m sorry baby, as soon as we stop I’ll clean you up!” 
  • Waits for you to fall asleep and then puts All Star on full blast to wake you up  

Seriously. I get it. The promo talking points suck. The way in which they’ve made him do a minimal local radio tour as if he’s someone who isn’t an actual global popstar is ridiculous. I get that it makes us all feel tired, exhausted and demoralized.

But Louis needs us. The Sun is always going to exist. Simon Jones is always going to be an asshole who refuses to actually do his job. Dan is always going to be a fucking dick who should be removed from his function as a journalist. 

Nothing is going to stop them from doing what they do. The only thing we can stop them from doing, is succeeding in ruining this for Louis. They already are.

His numbers aren’t great. He’s below Niall on the UK iTunes Charts, at #16, when Niall’s song has been out for weeks, months even, and Louis’ song is fresh and new. His streaming numbers weren’t even hitting the UK Top 50 until yesterday and still they are dangling at the bottom of the list. Despite his local radiotour, he’s not being played on the big radio stations with the actual big audiences at all, and radio spins also aren’t even used in the UK Official Charts calculation anyways. It’s just a way of broadening your audience, but they aren’t letting him do that either. There’ve been zero live performances, he’s done tv stuff, but most of it focused on 1D, or his private life, rather than his professional career. Yes he was #8 in the midweek charts, but that’s absolutely no guarantee whatsoever.

He said he got his confidence from us. Please, let’s continue to supply that confidence to him and get him a top 10 debut like he deserves. 

Girls Like Me (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: You and Ethan send each other the cutest snapchats, but what do they mean to both of you?

Warnings: None, unless you’re allergic to FLUFF.

A/N: SO YOU GUYS. This was meant to be a really quick one shot and it turned into a 13-page story? Who knows. This is, however, going to be THE BEGINNING OF A SERIES OF ONE SHOTS about the twins and their lip sync snapchats! The first one is an actual snap from Ethan, but the rest were invented for the sake of the story. All song lyrics are in italics. I’m working on the next one, which will be a Grayson one. I hope you enjoy this! I wrote it in one sitting so it’s probably not great, but let me know what you think!



He was such a show off.

He had dyed a streak of his hair blue, and even though it was fading now, it drew attention to the fact that it hung lazily over his hazel eyes. His blue tank top faintly matched it. He was chewing gum as he lip synced to the song playing on the radio in his twin brother’s car, waving his phone around in time with the music. You recognized the song after a moment or two.

Lookin’ back,

I guess it was a kind of hazy -

Got me caught up and frustrated in love.

Lookin’ back -”

The video cut off.

It was a Snapchat update from user EthanDolan and you had to decide if you were impressed or not, seeing as it was sent specifically to you, and not posted on his story.

You met Ethan and Grayson about a year ago when you and your family moved to L.A. You were behind Grayson in line at the Nike store when he struck up a conversation with you. He was friendly and sweet, and he made you laugh. The girl behind the counter actually had to clear her throat a few times and pipe up with an annoyed “sir?” before the two of you realized you were holding up the line.

He waited for you while you made your purchase and the two of you walked out of the store together after sharing a laugh. A boy that looked just like Grayson was standing on the sidewalk. His hair was longer and shaggier and he had a bright blue streak in his hair. He had on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. He raised an eyebrow and looked a little surprised to see someone by his twin brother’s side. He locked eyes with you, and you felt a bolt of electricity spike down your back when his gaze met yours. He looked you up and down as he stood, unmoving and the two of you approached him.

“E, this is (Y/N), she just moved here. We should show her around!”

The boy Grayson addressed as ‘E’ simply shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets, kicking off the wall he was leaning against.

“Sure, the more the merrier,” he offered. And so the three of you spent the day together, and the following weekend, and many more to come.

You had grown close with Grayson. He was like a big brother: protective, supportive, encouraging and loving. But Ethan? Ethan always seemed out of reach. You always tried to get close to him, but he put up a barrier, defensively reverting to humor whenever something got serious between the two of you. You tried to tell him about an argument you once had with your dad that really shook you and he made a daddy joke, and left, quickly.

Whenever Grayson was around, Ethan was probably there too. It seemed he didn’t mind your presence as long as Grayson was there to act as a buffer. The two of you were almost never alone together, and sometimes, when you would invite both the twins out, only Grayson would show up. You even put in effort to get to know Ethan on his own, but he rarely reciprocated.

The only conclusion you could come to was that Ethan was uncomfortable around you. It hurt you a little since you and Grayson were so close and Grayson was so close with his brother. You wanted the three of you to have a good friendship, but Ethan apparently wouldn’t allow it to happen.

Until one day, when you received a random snapchat from Ethan.

It was pretty unassuming. Just him lip syncing to that song. It made you chuckle because he was so overdramatic. You checked to see if it was on his story, and it wasn’t. This was a little weird: Ethan almost never sent you snaps. It made you feel a special, as stupid and 21st century as that may seem. So you put on the same song on your computer and waited until the next part of the song came on, sending it back to him.

You say: la, la, la,

La, la, la, la.

Girls like me don’t come around anymore!

You swayed your head side-to-side with the beat, waving your phone around to the opposite sides, creating an interesting effect. You winked at the camera before ending the video and sent it to Ethan, holding your breath. He sent you back a few laughing emojis. You felt a sense of accomplishment: you’d managed to connect with Ethan on something, even if it was as trivial as a snapchat. Your heart felt swollen in your chest as you bit your lip and tossed your phone aside on your bed.

This continued for months. You’d send him a snap of you lip syncing in the car, and he’d send one back. Sometimes the two of you would finish the song together. It was like the two of you had finally picked something to bond over. Each time you saw a little purple square next to the username EthanDolan, you got a little excited and couldn’t keep that smile from tugging at your lips. The two of you would act them out and definitely ham it up for each other.

You paid close attention to the songs that he would choose. They weren’t incredibly popular - never songs that were overplayed on the radio. They were mostly upbeat and positive. Some of them were older songs - songs that had lived their lives on the radio and moved onto dead, no-longer-clicked Spotify playlists. You knew almost all of them, and you always sent a similar song back to him - mostly girly pop-punk songs that were about being angry at your boyfriend/girlfriend or whatever.

You had a good thing going.

And then one day it got weird.

You’d opened the snap to see Ethan, not goofing around as he normally did, but just singing to the camera. If you’d have been together, he would’ve been staring deep into your eyes. That didn’t bother you, but the song choice shook you a bit.

She a cutie and she fine,

Make me wanna make her mine,

She ain’t nothin’ like those bimbos.

If you like it, we can swerve,

We can light and stain up here,

Blowing, pluck it out the window.

What a weird part to send me…’ You thought to yourself as you watched it. It wasn’t a hook or a chorus, it wasn’t a particularly memorable part of the song, and the song was pretty used at this point. You blinked as the video ended, wondering what to do with it. You decided to put the song on and sing part of the second verse. He watched it and didn’t reply, which only confused you more.

A few days went by before your next snapchat arrived.

Hey baby, won’t you look my way?

I can be your new addiction.

Hey baby, whatchu gotta say?

All you’re giving me is fiction.”

It was cute. He was in the passenger seat of Grayson’s truck and he had on a grey tank top. He was wearing a white snapback hat and he winked at the end of the short clip. You almost threw your phone in shock. You checked to see if it was on his story - he sometimes posted them, especially the more flirty ones - but it wasn’t there. You weren’t sure how to react to this, and you weren’t sure why it had given you butterflies.

You decided to respond with the chorus, which was pretty harmless and really catchy. You head banged along to the music, over exaggerating your enthusiasm and ended the video with a giggle. Ethan watched it as the purple arrow turned into a white one. He sent back a smiley face. You left your phone resting on your chest as you replayed the snap in your head. Why couldn’t you stop smiling? Why were you giggling thinking about the way Ethan had winked at the camera - at you? Why did it make your heart pound against your ribs and your face get hot?

Later that night, you got another snapchat from EthanDolan. You touched the purple square and listened to the music that rang from the small speaker at the bottom of your phone, still sporting that smile that was only for these moments.

Ooh, pretty baby,

This world might’ve gone crazy.

The way you saved me,

Who could blame me,

When I just wanna make you smile.

It was again, oddly specific, but you did love the song. You turned it on from your iTunes library and sang along with it as you snapped Ethan back the rap towards the end of the song.

Baby, you’re classic,

baby, you’re sick.

I never met a girl like you ever til we met.

A star in the 40s,

Centerfold in the 50s,

Got me trippin’ out like 60s,

Hippies!

You did your best to make it as funny as you could, knowing Ethan would enjoy it, but once you sent it, you were surprised to see you had another snap waiting. You opened it immediately.

Imma

Pick you up

In a

Cadillac

Like a

Gentleman

Bringin’

Glamour back,

Keep it real to real with the way I feel:

I could walk you down the aisle.

You stared at the screen, one hand covering your mouth. He hadn’t kept eye contact at all during the video, using fun angles and acting like a general goof until the last two lines where he looked directly into the screen, as if staring you down the way he did earlier: ‘Keep it real to real with the way I feel: I could walk you down the aisle.’

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” You shouted to no one in particular, running your hand through your hair swiftly. You looked at your reflection in your mirror. Your cheeks were pink and you looked like a spooked horse, your hair sticking out in odd directions after that rough tug. He had gone out of his way to send you that specific part of the song. You put down your phone and stared at it for a long time to see if Ethan sent anything else.

He didn’t.

The following day, you were meeting Grayson for lunch. Ethan had already declined the offer and said that he had plans. It hardly surprised you. For a few days there, you had forgotten about Ethan’s lack of interest in you or the friendship you had to offer.

After lunch, on your way back to your house, Grayson had the radio blaring and you decided to send a lip syncing snapchat to Ethan, like you always did.

If I could find you now, things would get better.

We could leave this town and run forever.

Let your waves crash down on me and take me

Away, yeah, yeah.

You made sure to include Grayson in the video, tossing an arm around him as you sang the song, him mouthing the words right along with you. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as you’d done millions of times at the end of the video, smiling to yourself as you sent it. You waited to see what he would send back, imagining all the goofy things he could do with this song. The purple triangle turned white.

And that was it.

You never got a response.

You waited for hours, for the rest of the night. You knew he had seen it, snapchat didn’t lie. Had you done something wrong? Was he just not interested anymore in laying a foundation for a friendship? Why did this suddenly feel different? Maybe he’d gotten bored, and didn’t want to continue the silly exchange with you. How could something so stupid turn into something so important?


You wondered why it made you hurt so bad on the inside, why it made you cry so much and so hard. You wondered why you bothered telling Grayson what happened, explaining your weird ritual with Ethan to him, and you wondered why Gray had sighed and said: “Let me talk to him.”

The next morning, Grayson called you, a little too early for your liking. You groaned into the microphone as he laughed.

“Just come over later. Whenever you’re ready to be up. Okay?” You let out a grunt in agreement and Grayson ended the call. You dropped your phone onto the floor as your arm hung over the side of the bed, almost immediately falling back asleep.

When you woke up, you did so in a flurry. You sat bolt upright in your bed and realized you had fallen back asleep for what was probably hours. You quickly sprang out of bed and got ready, taking a note of your record time as you ran out the door.

You grabbed your longboard and made your way to the twins’ apartment, which was entirely downhill of your house, making the ride easy and breezy. Your unbuttoned dark purple flannel blew in the wind behind you as your black crop top fluttered against your stomach. Your flat converse low-tops made it easy for your feet to stick to the board and your ripped jeans had a little give to them which allowed you to slalom down the hill easily. You had thrown on a matching grey snapback and you checked your phone quickly, not wanting to fall.

It had been three hours since Grayson had called you, closing in on three and a half now as you made your way to their place. You bit your lip nervously, remembering that Gray had promised to talk to Ethan, although the exchange was so cryptic that you could barely justify why you let him. You let out an odd, unattractive groan as you rounded the corner and let yourself glide across the threshold of the apartment complex. You felt more and more awkward as you approached their building.

As you rolled up beside it, you hopped off your board, running next to it for a second before picking it up, holding it close to you as you walked toward their door. You raised a hand to knock, but the door opened before you could, surprising you.

You jumped as the door swung open to reveal the boy with the blue streak.

Your heart halted in your chest as the two of you stared at each other, you with wide eyes and him with the same bored expression he always wore around you, but only for a moment. When saw that you looked a little nervous, he cracked a smile and held the door open for you. You left your board by the front door and walked in.

“I talked to Grayson…” he began, running his hand through his hair before turning back to face you, making you freeze by the kitchen counter. You tried to think of words, but suddenly, you didn’t speak English anymore. Or any other language, for that matter. All you could remember how to say was:

“Oh?”

Ethan’s eyes seemed to bore holes into you as he approached you, slowly, taking his time. You backed away from him, and the intensity of his stare until the cold marble of the counter bumped the small of your back. It surprised you, making you jump again. He didn’t stop advancing. You nearly climbed the counter at the sight of him. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. It wasn’t like he was going to hurt you.

Actually, his gaze seemed to convey quite the opposite, but that had to be your eyes playing tricks on you…right?

He had you pinned against the counter, with one hand on either side of your waist, holding the cool stone in his hands. You looked up at him, eyes still wide open like you wanted them to fall out of your head. You bit your lip as he got closer to you.

“Yeah, he told me you were upset I never sent you a snapchat back yesterday, and that you didn’t know why that upset you so much.” You could feel the flame of a dark blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks as you raised a hand to rub the back of your neck. You looked away from him, down to your shoes and the space in between the two of you, now watching it close as he got even closer.

“I guess…” You offered quietly, your voice cracking. Ethan was intimidating, but this was a whole new level. You heard him chuckle.

“(Y/N), do you know why I never let you get close to me?”

The question immediately made you raise your head to look at him, one eyebrow raised. Was this really the time for that question? You blinked at him.

“Uhh…” He cut you off. There was very little distance between the two of you now. You doubted you could fit a playing card between the two of you. He had you pressed against the counter, and his chest pressed against yours. You could feel his warm breath on your face and smell his cologne. The scent made you a little dizzy.

“It’s because my brother met you first. I would never overstep him on a girl he met first.”

Your other eyebrow went up.

“Ethan, what are you talking about?” He only smiled at you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, seemingly admiring your face.

“I was waiting for Gray to make his move on you.”

If they weren’t connected to your brain, your eyes would’ve fallen out of your head.

“YOU WHAT?!” You were shouting now, which made Ethan laugh out loud, letting his head fall back as he did.

“I was waiting for Gray to make a move on you. He met you first, it would’ve been only fair. But he talked to me last night and I finally confronted him about it. He said he’d never make a move on you and he didn’t feel that way about you.” Your heart must’ve been buzzing like a hummingbird because you could hear it in your ears and it had never pounded this fast in your entire life.

“What does that have to do with you ignoring me?” You asked, looking back up to him. He smiled and you thought that if he hadn’t had you pinned to that counter, your legs would’ve given out from underneath you.

“It’s relevant because I’ve had a thing for you since he introduced me to you. But I thought he did too because of how close you guys are. And Gray is kind of shy when it comes to girls, so I knew he’d take forever to make a move on you anyway. So I backed off. But I found myself falling harder and harder for you. I couldn’t even be in a room with you without getting lost in thoughts of you.” He shrugged and picked up one hand to push his hair back. “So I pulled away. I wanted to give Gray a chance. But I couldn’t pull away completely. That’s when we started our little snapchat exchange.”

Somehow, Ethan took another step closer. You felt your mouth become dry and your head light. It was all starting to come together. All of it made much more sense now.

“So I tried to send you clues - hints about how I felt about you. Each song meant something to me. They reflected how I felt about you.” You bit your lip and looked up at him as he turned his head away slightly and you could see he was blushing. Everything made sense to you now. Everything. It all fell into place. It all felt right.

“Ethan, I feel the same way…”

He snapped his head to look at you. Now it was his turn to be surprised.

“What?” He asked quietly, sounding incredulous.

“Ethan, why do you think I got so upset when you didn’t respond to me? It’s just a stupid fucking snapchat? I spent the whole night sobbing. I thought I had ruined everything we had, even if everything we had was just some childish ritual. It made my day, every day. I always looked forward to it, because it was ours. When I thought I had done something to ruin it…” you almost choked on your words. “I couldn’t handle it.”

He looked down at you as you teared a little, bringing a hand to rest on your jaw, his fingers splayed against your neck gently as his thumb stroked your cheek.

“I thought you and Grayson had finally become official, so I backed off…” he explained, his eyes searching your own. You chuckled through your watery eyes.

“In his dreams,” you joked. Ethan smiled.

“Definitely in mine…” he whispered.

You almost felt sick you were so euphoric. Realizing your feelings for Ethan was a rollercoaster, but you were on it with him now and he was sitting right next to you, hands in the air, screaming and laughing and having the time of your lives. You reached up and held Ethan’s wrist as he pulled you into him.

Your lips touched and you felt actual fireworks explode in your ears, your forearms, your chest, everywhere. He now held the back of your head as he kissed you, his thumb under your ear, your hands sitting at his waist. It was long and slow and complete. Neither of you wanted to rush the feeling you both were experiencing. You felt like a completed work of art. Your lips collided over and over again in supernovas that felt as if they’d go on forever. You had just experienced the big bang all over again.

“Can I come out now?”

You heard a familiar voice from one of the bedrooms and it disrupted the two of you. Ethan turned and you looked around him to see Grayson standing in the hallway, waving awkwardly. You both smiled and Ethan pulled you into him, tossing an arm around your neck protectively.

“What do you say, (Y/N), should we let him out now?” Ethan asked. His eyes were dancing with the same spark you’d felt, shining full of stardust. You couldn’t help but beam at him.

“I suppose, if he’s okay with serious PDA, that is…” you replied, looking back up at him as he looked down at you with a growing smile. He leaned down and kissed you again with the same slow, careful attention. You reached up to rest your hand on his cheek, fingertips resting gently against his skin.

“Okay, ew?” Grayson said, and the two of you broke into giggles against each others’ lips. “Can we all just like, go out in public so I can eat without having to look at you two sucking face?” He asked, though he had a smile on his face as well.

“Nah, I think I’m gonna take my girl on a date, what do you say, (Y/N)?” You bit your lip and smiled as Ethan pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.

“I’d like that,” you replied quietly as the two of you headed for the door.

“What am I supposed to do?!” Grayson yelped as Ethan grabbed his keys off the counter and you grabbed your board.

“ORDER PIZZA,” you both shouted together before Ethan slammed the door shut.

Grayson looked down at his feet, feeling a little dejected. You opened the door and poked your head back in, smiling.

“Come on,” you said with a giggle. He beamed and followed you out the door.

The three of you went for a casual dinner, you in the front seat of Ethan’s car, taking goofy snapchats as you all sang along to the radio.

“She knows me so well,

It’s crazy when I think about it.”

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The one where it’s 3am and he thinks you’re beautiful  

She was the only quiet he wanted, content with unspoken words being heard in soft smiles in hair and kisses on foreheads worn like crowns and he’d give anything to capture moments like these in picture frames so he’d be sure he’d never lose them. He was crazy about her. He could tell you exactly what made her smile that day two years ago, even if it was just for a moment. Don’t get me wrong, she was head over heals for him too, she’d memorised the deep lines in his palms that cupped her cheeks perfectly and she knew from first glance that he would know how to hold her.

He wasn’t completely sure what it was that had woken him up but he thinks it was the realisation that her breath was no longer on his neck. So he makes his passed the discarded clothes and Polaroids strung together on walls, looking for her, and when he finds her he swears to this day that he stopped breathing. She was wearing one of his shirts and it was just hanging off her back, her hair in a top knot that kind of looked like a baby had been pulling at it but to him she made it work. Her skin was illuminated but the dull glow of the refrigerator light and her thighs had bruises which made he’s heart ache with pride because she’s wearing proof of his fingertips from the night before.  

The radio is on and it’s playing the song she attached to that drunk guy they met and that party one time because she’s the kind of girl who’d attach songs to people and hate it when they stop being important because the songs still are. She hasn’t noticed he’s there yet, hasn’t seen his fond smile and his eyes that had that glimmer in them that only she could provoke but he figures she’ll notice soon and when she does she’ll lean against the open refrigerator door and she’ll sigh out a ‘hi’ and he won’t say anything because words aren’t needed, he’ll just walk over to her so he can do what he’s wanted to do since finding her in the kitchen 15 minutes ago. He’ll kiss her, almost as soft as her voice, and when they pull apart he’ll rest his forehead on hers and the radio will start to play a slow love song about how the guy finally got the girl, and they’ll dance.