No Brakes Ep14 // On A Mission For Fried Chicken

no brakes ep14 // on a mission for fried chicken

Okay but FAITH IN THE FUTURE what a masterpiece!! It’s banger after banger it’s literally a musical journey with how it starts super high tempo loud songs and as the album progresses the songs become slower but still upbeat in a calming way idk ? But each and every single song is just amazing I’m in love with this album !! Louis has really outdone himself the lyrics , vocals everything is fantastic and he should be proud of himself . I’m really happy for him and inexplicably proud! I just know I’m going to be listening to this album on loop for the next whole week lol. Okay Now let’s give this album all the love and appreciation it deserves ! HAPPY FAITH IN THE FUTURE DAY EVERYONE 💗💗💗💗💗

Their family is too iconic!! But look we have something common I too consider Taylor as my religion 😭💗💗

“[Supporting Taylor] is like a religion in our house. In fact, I’m not making this up. We are having a Taylor Swift Midnights dance party in, uh, right after this. It’s Sunday. We’re headed straight to the porch where we’re doing a full dance number set to Midnights… swear words included. My favorite thing is when a three-year-old is just throwing down the f-bomb in a song. I think what’s most exciting for them is that for the longest time they just thought Taylor’s just a, you know, like an aunt, like a friend of mommy and daddy that’s very, very close, almost family. And then they went to a concert one day and were like, ‘Oh, oh this isn’t a hobby.'”

— Ryan Reynolds on his family’s relationship with Taylor (x)

So true 🥺😢 miss him Sm

me: no crying no crying no crying no crying no crying no crying no crying no crying no crying no crying no cr-

marvel: *changes the opening title to honor chadwick*

me:

I love this song , I love them and I love everything you write !! Amazing job as usual love 💗💗

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR

— or better known as the first fight blurb.

since forever special week | masterlist 1 ; masterlist 2

Summary: Now that Harry's getting famous, people like to talk, and it's not always a good thing, especially for Y/N.

W/N: here it is! okay the fight is really stupid but remember that they were SIXTEEN so y/n was really immature and dramatic even though she has her arguments.

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There was nothing that made Y/N happier than seeing Harry fulfill his dream.

Seriously, nothing compares to hearing him sing with the lads on The X Factor, or when he told her that Simon promised the five of them that he'd make them a band whether they win the show or not, or when people recognized him on the street and congratulated him.

That last one was her favorite, because he blushed and accepted the compliments shyly, not yet used to the attention.

The bad thing is that his old friends were beginning to be... quite interested in the subject.

Y/N wasn't stupid, it was obvious that this career brought money, but whether Harry had a million dollars or zero, she loved him unconditionally no matter what.

It seemed that his friends loved him more now that he seemed to have a promising future.

He hadn't noticed it yet, too innocent, but she did. It first started with comments like "ready to get rich, h?" until today.

It was a party at Harry's, both the boys in the band and their school friends were invited, and Y/N discovered that Zayn and Louis would be her most faithful confidants. They were just amazing.

"It just seems unfair to me, that's all!" Louis said, beer in hand.

"It's not m'fault that you broke up with your girl to pursue your career and Harry just decided to take a chance on us!" Y/N stuck out her tongue at him.

Everyone laughed, they were in a circle on the patio, and Katy Perry's Teenage Dream could be heard in the background.

Harry kissed her cheek, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Everything was fine, until David, a friend of theirs (although lately she was getting tired of him) decided to add something to the conversation.

"Well, now that H is getting famous maybe Y/N will have him around even more!"

They all laughed.

Even Harry, who let out a laugh that brought out his dimples, and in an instant, the arm around her shoulders felt heavy.

She only faked a smile and looked down at the laces on her sneakers, but saw Zayn look at her out of the corner of her eye.

She hoped her boyfriend realized the true meaning of that stupid joke, but he just looked at her and smiled before turning his attention back to Niall who was playing the guitar.

An hour later, Y/N's physical language had completely changed; she was no longer leaning against Harry's chest in a relaxed way, now she was just sitting next to him, and her face was serious.

Zayn squeezed her knee, drawing her attention. "You're okay, babe?" he murmured, and she just shrugged.

She watched him get up, clearing his throat before looking down at her. "Gonna get more drinks, Y/N, can you help me?"

They both entered the house after she nodded, and his friend closed the door before turning to face her. "What's wrong?"

She wanted to tell him, until she realized how stupid it sounded. "Nothing, I'm just tired, Z."

Coming over to put a hand on her shoulder, he looked at her knowing it wasn't true, and she gave up, sighing. "That bloody joke David did, he made me look like I'm just using Harry for his recent fame, and he laughed, he laughed."

"I don't think he meant it, love, just talk to him."

She tensed at his words, Y/N had never liked the confrontational part of an argument. This was the first time she'd gotten mad at Harry, and she didn't know how he acted when he was angry.

"I'll just talk to him later."

And later came, when their old friends had already left and only her and the boys from the band remained. She was in Harry's room grabbing blankets when he came through the door.

"Baby, here you are, I haven't seen yeh in hours." He came up behind her and hugged her around the waist, but she moved away, searching the closet for sheets. "Here, lemme help you."

He tried to take what was in her hands but she dodged him. "No, I can."

"What's going on?" Harry asked, realizing the situation. "Did I do something stupid?"

She ignored him, swallowing dry as she walked towards the door of the room, but he stopped in front of her blocking her way.

"Y/N, talk to me." He stroked her arm, and she looked up.

"You laughed at David's joke."

"Huh?"

"Now that H is getting famous maybe Y/N will have him around even more!" She repeated, her voice ridiculously low to imitate her friend.

He stands stiff in the doorway, his face contorted into an expression of confusion. "Are yeh being serious right now? it was just a bad joke!"

"But you laughed!" She insisted. "You laughed, Harry!"

"Of course I laughed, cause it was a joke!"

Their voices began to rise, and luckily his family wasn't there, although the boys downstairs were listening to everything.

Y/N sighed, biting her lip and looking around avoiding her boyfriend's gaze. "Do you think it's true?" She asked, her nose beginning to itch. "That I'll use you just for the money?"

"What?" Harry walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Of course not, love. No, never."

"Cause you seemed pretty sure about it when you laughed back there."

"Oh for fuck's sake, Y/N." He let her go, shaking his head and turning away to look at her from afar. "It was funny."

"It wasn't. It made me feel like you and everyone thinks that now that you're getting successful with what you love, I'm gonna ruin it." With a murmur she lowered her head. "And all your fans believe that about me, but that you make fun of me too?"

"I wasn't the one who made the joke!"

"But you laughed!"

"I did, and I'll do it again!" He shouted. "Why are you being so fucking sensitive? Get over it, Y/N!"

She fell silent when she heard him raise his voice, Harry had never spoken to her like that and she admitted that she felt a little scared, with tears accumulating and her fists clenching.

He realized his mistake, and carefully approached her. "Baby–"

"You're going to shut up and let me talk," trying to calm herself, she looked up to meet his eyes. "You don't know what it's that thousands of people proclaim that they hate me and that they can love you more than me, that I only suck your money, that I should die."

Harry swallowed hard as he saw the tears falling from her cheeks, this being the first time he'd seen her cry, and it'd been his fault. He tried to speak, but she cut him off again.

"So don't think I'm hysterical for getting mad about this when you know perfectly well that they talk shit about me even close to you and my boyfriend doesn't do anything about it."

The words wouldn't come out of his mouth, so he just stared at her with the pain in his chest and the sweat on the back of his neck telling him he'd screwed up. Y/N looked at him, but when seconds passed without him saying anything, she left the room.

"Y/N, no, wait!"

He ran after her, following her down the stairs, where the boys were whispering to each other until she walked past them at a brisk pace, Harry behind.

"Baby, please, I'm sorry!" He said, trying to reach her but she ignored the words, slamming the door of his house to go back to hers, which luckily was four houses away.

She expected him to chase after her, but it was just her and her pride walking down the street.

(...)

Thirty-six. All those times Harry had called, and she hadn't answered any of them, although the desire ate her up inside; going through their photographs and staring at the phone just so she could see the his contact name popping on the screen.

Yes, perhaps she had exaggerated a bit now that she thought about it, but if he really wanted to get her back then it wouldn't cost him anything to walk a couple of meters to reach her window.

Her window... which was now getting small pebbles that sounded dry against the glass so she got up to inspect, and looking down at the dark grass, she saw her boyfriend's hairy head.

"Harry, it's almost midnight." She murmured, and he looked up at hearing her voice.

"Y/N, finally... You haven't been answering my calls in two days." Looking around making sure her parents wouldn't hear him, he whispered.

Her heart skipped a beat to see him there, and she felt the need to help him up so they could both snuggle up on her bed but she couldn't help but wonder if he'd keep insisting.

"I can't even look at you after the other day." Exaggerating, she said. "Leave, please."

"I won't go until you forgive me, honey, please." He begged. "I'm in love with you, and it's gonna start raining, so now you have two reasons to let me in."

"There's nothing left to say, Harry." She wanted to smile, but remained serious. "And I mean it."

A clap of thunder made her jump in place and the first drops began to fall until they became a deluge, drenching Harry who hissed at the feel of the cold water on his warm skin.

He met her eyes with a small pout, and the sight was enough to melt her. "C'mon, baby, let's end this."

She didn't realize that she was already running down the stairs to open the front door.

There, Harry was looking at her with his beautiful eyes, completely drenched from his curly hair to his ridiculously baggy pants, and they both lunged at each other at the sight of them again.

They kissed desperately, Y/N drawing them into the house where she closed the door carefully and they both walked up the stairs to her room hand in hand, where they kept kissing until she felt the fabric of his wet shirt on her fist.

Words aren't necessary for all that their eyes reflect, and they realize that David wasn't worth this mess. It was just a stupid joke, after all.

"Let me just... get you dry stuff." She broke the silence, pulling away to get a towel and clothes that Harry had in a drawer in her closet.

He changed and dried quietly under her gaze, lying together on his bed once he was finished; she snuggled against his chest. "H?"

"Mhm?" he asked, looking up at the dark ceiling and stroking her scalp.

Y/N raised her head to stare at him, the moonlight being the only source of light that illuminated them, and somehow made the moment more intimate.

"I don't wanna fight anymore, even if this was our first." Caressing his cheek, she murmured. "I need you."

"I need yeh too," he smiled, wrinkling his nose. "sorry for yelling at you, baby."

"It's okay." With a chaste kiss to his lower lip, she lay back down on his chest. "But make sure it's the last time."

And he kept his word.

They’re so funny and adorable! I love thisss 💗💗

Game Night - c. leclerc

a/n: just a little something to get back into writing! This is mainly fueled by my current obsession with horror games. Maybe this counts as an early Halloween fic?

warnings: just a light dash of occasional swearing

word count: 2.3k

summary: for some extra entertainment, you decide to make your regular game night a little more spooky, and Charles is determined to prove that he’s not the only one feeling unnerved.

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“You ready?” Charles asks, dramatically flopping down next to you on the sofa and throwing the Xbox controller at you. He’s quick to sprawl out across the majority of the sofa, reaching for a blanket that’s thrown over the back of it and snuggling up amongst all the pillows.

“I will be once I have enough room to sit here without falling off,” you reply, and he looks over at you with a confused expression before realising that you’re sitting with your legs tucked against your body right on the edge of the sofa. He gasps quietly and then breaks into a laugh, now aware that his attempts to get comfortable have resulted in you nearly landing on your ass on the floor. 

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