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tiathecreator · 5 months

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ my love mine all mine. ( dick grayson ) !

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎.𖥔 ݁ ˖✎ᝰ synopsis — " nothing in the world is mine for free, but my love, mine, all mine, all mine. " blk reader.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟwarnings — possibly ooc dick ( i never write characters how they actually are lol ),angst, possibly hurt/no comfort ( ? ), unrequited love ( sorry y'all), she's a doozy y'all, dramatic x 100000.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ tia speaks — i need to stop listening to mitski while i brainstorm new fic idea because i just keep writing song fics. but alas, here we are. i literally love this album and i lowkey might make a masterlist for my song fics because i write sooo many of them. i hope y'all like this because i am proclaiming song fics to be my brand. i also suggest listening to the song as you read the latter half of this. dedicated to @pinkhoodi cuz this OUR man.

"you'll be there, right?"

"are you kidding me? i wouldn't miss it for the world."

"where's dick?" your mother asked as you took a seat next to her at the dinner table. she was expecting the young man's presence, having gone as far to prepare one of his favorite side dishes and a little extra to take home. "i thought you said he was coming tonight?"

"more excited to see him than me, hm?" you joked, attempting to avoid your mother's question. she gave you a deadpanned stare, causing you to sigh dramatically before answering. "he told me that he couldn't make it a few hours ago, i just forgot to tell you."

"oh, honey..." your mom started, but you shook your head and offered her a reassuring smile.

"ma, it's not a big deal. i told him we could just celebrate another time," you lied, resting a hand on her shoulder as she gave you a sympathetic smile. your eldest brother sat across from you, having noticed dick's absence, but chose not to mention it. having heard the topic of conversation, he grabs your attention to congratulate you.

you were a small fashion designer, often dealing with making pieces for special events for the small city of bludhaven. you work out of a small shop that you rent with some of the money from your designs as well with the income from being a art teacher for the local elementary school. you took a leap of faith and sent a few of your designs to a big name corporations and they loved them, immediately offering you a position. this was your dream and everyone was excited for you.

and now, you're at the celebratory dinner your parents planned in your honor. the same dinner that dick was supposed to be at, pouring you a glass of merlot. he hadn't said a word. he hasn't answered your calls nor your texts. you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, trying to convince yourself that this was just a misunderstanding on his part, but you couldn't help but care about his absence.

but this was your night. so, you sucked it up and smiled for the pictures with your friends and family. you laughed at the jokes. you even gave a big teary speech with the power of brandy.

"did you drive tonight?" your second eldest brother asked, watching as you swayed a bit before turning to look at him.

"no. i figured i'd have a ride home given that this was my celebration and i knew i'd drink, but..." you shrugged. "i'll probably just get a taxi."

"get in," he opens the passenger door, gesturing for you to get it. "i'll give you a ride."

you stared at him for a few seconds before giving him a drunken smile. "awww big brother, you're too kind."

"yeah, yeah. just remember me when you're rich and famous with your own fashion line, okay?" he said as you got into the passenger seat, drunkenly settling in the seat before turning to him and giving him a cheery smile and a thumbs up. he huffed a laugh before closing his car door.

he rounds the car, gets in, and begins to drive. he glances over at you before sighing at the melancholic gaze in your eyes.

"so," he started, his tone gentle. you perked up at the sound of his voice, turning your head to look at him. "dick didn't show."

"yeah," you sighed out, turning away to look out the window. "he didn't come."

"why?" he asked the pressing question that you were sure many others wanted to ask at the dinner as they noticed the empty chair to your left.

"he just... didn't come."

"you two fighting or something? because i can't seem to think of another reason as to why he wouldn't—" your brother started but you cut him off.

"i don't really wanna talk about it," you rubbed eyes, effectively messing up your makeup for the night. you didn't want to talk about how your best friend wasn't there to celebrate your greatest achievement to date. that was a tomorrow ( read: next week ) problem. "he didn't come. that's it."

there was a pause before he sighed. "okay."

"okay," you repeated, slouching back in your seat before smiling to yourself. "drop me off at the bar by my apartment? i could use one more drink."

"i think you've had enough to drink for one night," he responded as the parking garage of your apartment building came in the view.

as he pulled toward the gate of the garage, you looked out the window, noticing a familiar figure sitting on the hood of a car in front of your apartment building. you let another tired sigh before looking ahead of you.

"yeah, you're probably right."

you woke up to someone pounding on your door, coupled with the pounding headache as a consequence from last night's drinking. you remove yourself from your bed, dragging your feet over to your door as the knocking continued.

"yeah, yeah, i heard you the first time," you groan as you open the door, keeping the chain lock secured as you did so. you rubbed your eyes as you asked "what?"

"y/n," you startled at the sound of his voice, immediately looking up and being met with the guilty gaze of dick grayson with a bouquet in his hand. hurt and anger filled you as you rush to close your door, unsuccessful as he shoved his foot in the crack of the door. "y/n, please. i'm sorry! just-just listen to me for a second."

"go fuck yourself, grayson," you said, leaning your full body weight on the door as you tried to get it to close despite his foot being in the way. "move your foot or i'm gonna fucking break it."

"just let me in so we can talk, y/n. okay? i just wanna talk," he begged as he tried to push the door open and away from his throbbing foot.

"i said, move. your. fucking. foot." you emphasized your words as you threw your body against your door, further crushing his foot. he removed his foot, allowing you to close your door. you leaned against it as the tears welled up in your eyes.

"y/n, please. just let me in. i know i fucked up, just let me in, so we can talk," he spoke through the door. you scoffed aloud, shaking your head at the desperation in his voice. you thought about leaving him there to talk to the door as you wallowed in self pity in your bed, but your hoping heart got in the way of your vengeful mind. you stood up and undid the chain lock before open the door and walking away, allowing him to let himself in.

"why?" was the first thing you said when he closed the door behind him.

"y/n, i know you're upset—" he started, but you shook your head.

"why didn't you come?" you asked again.

"i didn't mean to flake on you like that. okay, you know you mean the world to me. i just got so caught up yesterday, y'know? like with work and barbara, i just lost track of—"

"barbara? you missed the dinner because you were with barbara?" your voice cracked as you stared at him in disbelief.

barbara.

it was always barbara.

it was barbara when he didn't come out with you for your 21st birthday. it was barbara when he missed all 10 of your calls when you found out your apartment was broken into and you just needed a place to crash for the night. it was barbara when you got rejected from your dream fashion academy and dick was the one person you wanted to comfort you and tell you that you were still good enough.

it was barbara when you finally worked up the courage to tell dick that you had been in love with him since you first met and he tells you that he finally got barbara to agree to give him a chance.

and each time, you sucked it up and forgave him, whether he knew he hurt you or not.

"yeah, i had some time to kill before the dinner and she asked me to come see her. and i mean, she's my girlfriend, so of course i went. and then i realized that it had gotten pretty late and by the time i would've gotten to the dinner, it would've been over. i came by last night, waiting for you to come back. i got this big bouquette and a cake from that shop on 2nd—" he rambled, sitting the flowers down on the counter and pacing across the floor as he tried to redeem himself.

"you missed my dinner for barbara? the dinner that my family, who lives 3 hours away, planned to celebrate me achieving the one thing that i've wanted since i could write...for barbara? for a little alone time with your girlfriend? you mean i sat through two hours of my mom coddling me because the one person i wanted to celebrate with, who i wanted to support me, didn't show because you were with barbara?" you interjected, fighting tears and swallowing the lump in your throat. dick stopped his pacing to look at you, a huge sigh leaving his body as he scratched the back of his neck.

the two of you stood in silence as you stared at the nervous man in front of you. dick opened and closed his mouth, searching for something to say as he notice the quivering of your bottom lip and the dewy glaze of your eyes.

"yeah," he broke the silence. "i know i fucked up yesterday, but that's why i'm here now. i wanted to fix my fuck up. y'know, take you out for like breakfast or to the art museum a few towns over with the fashion exhibit i told you about. we can spend the whole day out celebrating."

"well, i don't want to celebrate today. the time to celebrate was yesterday at dinner which you missed so," you shrugged at him, turning around walk into your kitchen area, hoping to contain your emotions for a few more seconds.

"i know this is important to you, okay, and i'm sorry that i missed the dinner yesterday, but i think you're being a little unfair to me, right now. i mean, i know that we're best friends and we always want to be there for each other, but i also have a life of my own. you can't always have me, y/n," he said.

you can't always have me, y/n.

the words rang through your mind as your head fell forward and your shoulders began to shake as the dam broke. your tears fell rapidly as you silently cried, refusing to make a sound to save the little bit of dignity you had left.

maybe you were being unfair. it was just a dinner and he was trying to make it up to you now. he was a busy man and you knew that, so him clearing his schedule for you was a good sign that he was sorry. and beside, he was right. you couldn't have him.

but just a little part of you, a very naive part, hoped that you could one day matter more that barbara when it came to dick.

you sniffled and let out a weak laugh. "you know what, you're right. i can't expect to have you all the time."

"y/n, you know i didn't mean it like that," he tried, approaching you to pull you into a hug as your tears still fell. you pulled away from him as you moved to lean on the sink. you crossed your arms before letting out another watery laugh and looking at the man.

"i think you should go home," you give him your best smile. it was strained and shaky, but it was all you could muster up.

"y/n, what about the museum—" he tried again. you shook your head for the umpteenth time.

"i'm not up for it today. you can make it up to me some other time but i really can't look at your face right now," you walked to your front door and held it open, waiting for him to walk out.

"no. i'm leaving you here to cry because i missed your dinner," he looked at you, frustrated that you suggested that he left you alone in the state that you were in.

"it's not about the dinner, dick," you exasperated. "i just think you should go. i'll give you a call when i'm free, okay?"

"y/n..." he started, not moving from his spot.

"dick, please leave," you finalized, gesturing to the door as you held it open. he began to walk to the door, dropping his head in shame. "take the flowers, too."

"the fl—you love daisies."

"barbara loves daisies. i like lillies. i appreciate the thought, but i think you should take them, too," you told him. he looked at the bouquet on counter before retreiving it and making his way out the door. he was silent as he left out of your apartment. he stopped in front of you for a few seconds, opening and closing his mouth a few time before leaving. you closed the door lightly behind him and slid down the door, resting your back against it as you allowed yourself to cry once more.

nothing is the world belongs to me, but my love, mine, all mine.

nothing in the world is mine for free, but my love, mine, all mine, all mine.

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fairykazu · 6 months

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TRACK 5: KNOCK KNOCK! WHOS THERE?

"name? are you there?" kazuha asked, his voice was muffled. you laughed nervously,

"yes, i am! don't worry. i'll be there in a bit, just let me do somethiiiing real quick." you answered. you wondered what was off about your apartment until you realized it's a bit messy. by a bit, you mean, it's terrible. it's like every world storm disaster decided to visit your home. you quickly tidied up your place until it was decently cleaned. you opened the door, "hi, kazuha! i hope you didn't wait too long." his nose was dusted with a bit of pink since the cold, he slowly moved his limbs to your apartment.

"no... not at all." he spoke. you noticed you forgot to put away your undergarment on the floor, quickly, you slid it behind the closet next to the door, hoping your highschool crush didn't notice. unknownst to you, he had, he chuckled a bit before he changed the subject, "what kind of song would you want to write?"

leading kazuha to the living room, you fluffed a pillow as he sat down. putting the pillow down and sitting near him, you laughed a little, "didn't you ask me? what genre do you think fits me the best?" well, you had already done enough pop. maybe it would be time for you to do some indie? he shrugged, "what are you most comfortable with?"

"i think, pop, it's a bit mainstreamed though."

"ok, what if you go for pop again but experiment with sounds that sounds like a dream?"

"what do you mean?"

pulling out his phone, kazuha quickly searched something up and played a song by barbara, the idol known as shinin' miracles. "like a dream pop?"

“i love barbara’s music but would it be like copy cat? i dont want to be all controversial.”

he scooted closer to you. you noticed every feature of his face and especially his maple-colored eyes. shit, has he ever changed from high school? he feels the same but is he prettier than before? you tried to ignore it as he continues, “when your albums out, you could release this after and say its inspired by barbara. i'm sure she would be flattered.”

“ohh! okay, i think i have to ask the kamisatos about this but i could work with this."

you yawned as kazuha brought over the third round of canned drinks, "do you think the lyrics are good enough?" kazuha asked you as you half-hazardly glanced at the various sheets of paper. some of them was sprawled all over your star-shaped coffee table and the rest were scrunched up and littered your complex's floor. "hmmm, i think so?"

cracking opens the can, you heard the familiar crisp crrk of the can, he handed it to you. his hand lightly brushed over yours and you tried to ignore the feelings it gave to your heart. "did you even read them? or did you do 'the thing' because you're too tired to look?" he jested as you laughed.

"haha, of course not! who do you think i am?" you replied, obviously lying through your teeth. as obvious as you were, kazuha was fighting back the urge to laugh, he tried to hide it with a smile. kazuha smiled warmly, "name. you are a person who does not lie at all."

"yep! yep! haha, thats me." he chuckled at your useless attempt to lie. an awkward silence filled the air as it started to kill you, you gave in.

name: 0 | kazuha: 1

"...okay, hand it over to me."

he took the can out of your hands, and you raised a brow, "you usually spill your drinks when you're busy with something. remember in highschool-"

"oh god no! don't ever bring that up." you winced at the pain, remembering that memory. it was too depressing to remember. kazuha made a face at you as you begrudingly agreed with him, "alright. take my beautiful dr. pepper away."

you traded your soda for to read the lyrics of the devil!!! just kidding... woah!

wait.

these lyrics weirdly sound romantic....

are the high school feelings coming back? man, why could lumine be right of all people? stupid star twins. y

"anything weird?" kazuha asked, worried. oh, he's doing that face when he's too worried and may or may not have a stomachache of overthinking a problem. you nodded your head no, "nah, it's fine."

"you sure?"

"really."

celeste

masterlist | prev nxt

a new and upcoming soloist was coming into the world of tevyat. but wait… isn't that one of the triple stars?! y/n was apart of the trio band called "triple stars" with aether and lumine. but due to mysterious reasons, they left the group with no explanation. however, they have come back with a new name: celeste

notes: - song used in this chapter is called ive always had a thing for you baby by between friends - dc (divider credit): @\bunnysrph

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runningfrom2am · 8 months

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all my ghosts - (d.s)

an ‘on the one screen in my town’ oneshot

summary: drew gets cast as the love interest in mason's newest music video.

this is set after 'kinda famous' but before the rest of the plot! this was also a request from @winterrrnight and i cannot disappoint my girl duh

watch the mv i based this on here!

wc: 1.2k

tags/warnings: none!! unedited?? intentional use of lowercase?? also a heads up that i did not come up with this song any of the lyrics or the music video!! all credits go to the original artist and her team (lizzy macalpine!)

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"do you know who they casted yet?" este asks, brushing back mason's hair away from her eyes to pull it up in to a messy bun for the opening shots.

"no, no clue." mason replies, watching her friend in the mirror and trying to stay as still as possible.

"don't you get to make these decisions?" este laughs, throwing the bun loosely into a scrunchy and reaching for her bobby pins to secure it.

"nope." mason giggles. "but i trust my team. i just said someone who gives kind of a 'boy next door' vibe but in a very relaxed way, who's taller than me, and doesn't look like he's forty."

"jeez, lower your standards." este chuckles, shaking her head. "i'm sure they found the perfect person. it'll be so, so good."

"i'm a little nervous." mason admits. "it's my first single after the last album, after the breakup- i don't want to disappoint anyone. you know?"

"i get it." este nods. "but this song is amazing, the video will do it justice. i know it." she assures her friend, leaning down to get a better look at her hair in the mirror. "i think you're ready! just don't throw your hair around too much. it takes a lot to perfect a messy bun."

mason smiles and turns her head to look at her makeup and hair, grinning in satisfaction. the bags under her eyes were emphasized and her brows darkened, but the rest of the makeup was meant to look very minimal. "i'll be careful." she assures her friend, standing up and stretching out.

"mason! we're ready for you." one of the producers is sticking her head in the door of the trailer, and the star quickly adjusts her costume, sweat shorts and a tank top before following her out, waving goodbye to her best friend who is already getting ready for her next client; mason's costar.

mason goes out and shoots a couple casual shots, walking into the corner store and browsing at a few different aisles and coolers. they don't know what will make the final cut just yet, but they'll gather an array of footage just in case.

"okay, we're going to get you guys together now, just act natural, have a look around and be very casual but definitely make it your own. it'll make it real- but we can always try again." the director says and mason nods, looking past her as the bell on the door rings and they bring in her costar.

mason stands on her top toes to look over the shelves in front of her, and smiles wide when she sees who they had casted. "drew! hi!" she grins, quickly making her way over and dodging cameras and mic's to give him a hug.

"hey, mason." drew smiles, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

"oh my god!" she laughs, quickly pulling away. "i didn't even know you auditioned!"

"well, i thought i wouldn't tell you until i got it. it would be embarrassing if i didn't, hey?" drew chuckled. "and then i figured i'd just see you here."

"of course you would get it, are you joking?" mason smiles, hugging him quickly again. "i'm really glad you're here. this will be fun."

"it sounds like it." drew nods, that ever lovely smirk present on his lips.

"basically, we're just fucking around and they're filming it. minimal acting required." mason shrugs as drew slips an arm over her shoulders.

"perfect- let's do this." he nods, quickly pressing a kiss to the side of her head before moving away.

"okay we're ready." the director says, grabbing their attention. "whenever you guys are, just act like we're not here."

"somehow that makes the pressure worse." mason giggles, shaking her head slightly and avoiding eye contact with him now.

"you know all the words, right?" drew asks, a teasing smirk on his face as they walk down the aisle, followed behind and ahead of them by cameras at different angles.

mason gasps, gently shoving him. "how dare you! i wrote every word myself. of course i know them." she giggles.

"okay, well, what's it about?" he asks, grabbing something random off the shelf and turning it over in his hand for just a moment before returning it to its spot.

"you haven't heard it? ouch."

"of course i've heard it. i just want to hear it from you."

"okay," mason nods, continuing to walk beside him slowly as she thinks it over. "it's about falling in love again after being heartbroken, i guess. like, everyone has something that has happened to them in their lives that kind of... haunts them. that they can't let go of, but you can grow around whatever happened and be happy again."

"i see." drew nods. "i get that feeling. it's an amazing song, by the way."

"thank you." mason says, pride evident in her voice along with a slight nod.

it only took a couple of days to shoot the whole thing, most of it just pulling random clips of drew and mason talking and giggling outside of the clips she filmed herself, dancing and singing to the lyrics of her own song.

the last one they filmed together had been the wedding scene, and drew was smiling like an idiot the whole time. the finalized clip only lasted a few seconds, but as he looked her up and down in the white dress, something in him had changed. usually acting to him was no big deal, he could compartmentalize himself from his characters, but this shoot had been entirely different with the producers pushing on them over and over to just 'be themselves'.

"okay! that's a wrap for drew." the producer called as they cut the cameras, the two of them standing face to face at the front of the church.

"thank you so much." mason smiles, reaching around him with the bouquet in hand to give him a hug.

he gladly returned it, gently rubbing her back. "thank you for having me. this was so fun."

"anytime! seriously." mason says, pulling back from the hug after a moment. she's in a bit of a rush to get out of this slightly itchy wedding dress, so she's already stepping down off the small preachers stage.

"hey, wait," drew calls after her, following on her heels as she turns to look at him. "are you free this weekend? to grab lunch or something?"

mason is taken a little by surprise at this, pausing in her step toward the costume tent. "i.. yeah! i would like that. maybe not this weekend, but i'll call you, yeah?"

"okay, yeah. whatever works for you." drew nods, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress pants.

mason's cheeks are flushed as she looks up at him. "sweet. okay. i've got to get going, but i'll see you soon."

"yeah, see you soon." drew smiles, shifting his weight back onto his heels.

he lets her go, walking the rest of the way down the aisle dressed fully as if she was getting married today. he's quick to lift his hands and rub his palms over his face when he encounters the thought that one day he'd like to see her like this again, be marrying her for real. is he crazy? god, he hopes he isn't crazy.

as she passes off the bouquet to the prop girl, giving her a polite and grateful smile, drew knows he can't wait to see mason again. whatever that may take.

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vex91 · 9 months

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Oh Haewon - Next time?

Pairing: Oh Haewon x Female Reader

Fandom: NMIXX

Requested by: @kimsgayness

Request: hello, can I please make a detailed request for haewon x reader? hehehe

Summary: It was hard to ignore the tension between you and your leader so you decided to finally have a much needed conversation between you two.

A/N: Yesssss Haewon❤

3rd's POV

"Let's work hard again on our next comeback" Haewon yelled as the rest of your group cheered loudly. You and the rest of your group just made your comeback with your new album and now you were at your dorms making a mini celebration party for it before you start going on shows to promote it. You could say that you all just want to take this one evening as a moment when you can relax before the busy days and schedule resumes the next day.

You were sitting on the couch with the youngest members, Jiwoo and Kyujin talking about something that happened when Kyujin visited Le Sserafim's dorms. Well it was more of them talking and you pretending to listen as all your attention was on your leader Haewon as she talked with Yoona about something. No matter how much you tried to listen to Kyujin's passionate story, you just couldn't focus. Lately you've found yourself completely mesmerized by your fellow '03 liner, you weren't sure exactly why but something about her completely had you wrapped around her fingers. You fell into a hole named Haewon and you couldn't seem to find a way out no matter how much you tried.

As soon as you noticed Haewon's head turning in your direction, you looked somewhere else. You prayed that she didn't noticed that you were staring at her and it seemed to be the case as Haewon just looked at you for a few seconds before looking back at Yoona. You sighed in relief as you looked over to Kyujin who seemed to notice that you weren't paying attention to her story. Great now you were about to be scolded by your own maknae.

While you were scolded by Kyujin, you didn't noticed your leader's eyes looking at you two fondly with a small smile playing on her lips.

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A few days later your group is at another music show promoting your new song. After the performance you all were just sitting and talking for a bit. As you rested your manager came over and gave you all a bag of snacks saying that it's for your hard work and of course how could you all just pass up this chance right? So you all started eating the snacks that you were given. You and Lily were resting on the couch and soon Haewon joined you two.

As you were talking just the three of you, Haewon noticed that some crumbs from the crackers you were eating stayed on the corner of your lips "Cute. Oh wait a second" And just like that she moved closer to you and wiped the corner of your lips with her thumb. Her movements seemed to slow down when she realized how close you were and now you two were just looking at each other, her hands still on your face while the rest of your members just watched the whole thing suddenly finding you two more interesting.

"Haewon?" Lily was the one who broke the silence, causing the leader to move away from you and back to her past position "What? I just wanted to help, you know as a leader it's my job to take care of my members. I'll gladly do it next time too" She explained as all the eyes in the room were now on her making her nervous "Next time?" Your surprised voice reached Haewon's ears and her nerves skyrocketed as she looked at you "Do you not want a next time?" You shook your head but decided to test the waters a bit.

"And what if I want a next time?" This left Haewon speechless as you both just stared at ecah other before she played it off and hugged you "Are they flirting?" Kyujin whispered to Jiwoo who only shrugged her shoulders, both of them engrossed in the scene just like the rest of your members.

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Ever since that day both of you had this weird tension between you. It was not only visible by you two but also by your members who quickly picked up on your feelings for each other but they decided to not intervene despite wanting to do it badly because you two were just too big of a pain for them. You both knew about this tension, the stares, the touches and everything but you both just ignored it, not wanting to ruin anything between you or the group.

But soon Haewon noticed that not resolving it can have negative impact on your friendship and since she valued it a lot, she decided to talk it out with you.

She found you in the kitchen, you were preparing some food for yourself when Haewon walked in. At first she was just watching you cook but after a while she decided that it's time so she coughed to get your attention, which she got because your head immediately turned in her direction, a surprise evident on your face "Oh hi unnie. Do you want some too?" You looked back at what you've been cooking "Hm? Oh no don't worry about me. I've already eaten" She moved closer to where you were standing and leaned on the counter.

"Can I talk to you about something?" Her question didn't surprised even one bit since you already figured that out "Yeah. What is it?" You looked over and made eye contact with her "Well I was just curious if you... noticed that weird thing between us" You stopped what you were doing, turning around and also leaning on the counter in front of Haewon "Well if we're thinking about the same weird thing then yes" She chuckled lightly at your answer "Yeah well I wanted to talk about it. I'm worried that if we don't then we can lose our friendship one day because of it" You nodded at her words.

Truthfully you've had been worried about the same thing. You and Haewon knew each other for years, she's been by your side no matter what and you didn't wanted to lose her from your life. You moved to be next to her and she did the same which lead to you both being very close to each other. If any of the members were to come in now then they could think about lots of things that could happen. Her hand took a hold of your own one as she gave it a light squeeze "I really don't want to lose you. You mean too much to me" She said it as she locked eyes with you.

"Me too. You mean so much to me, I don't know what I would do without you" The eye contact between you continued and the tension only grew and not being able to control herself Haewon closed the distance between you two and connected your lips in a gentle kiss. But the kiss that started softly quickly turned into something more heated as she sat you down on the counter, finding her way between your legs as she continued kissing you but when she realized where this was going, she slowly pulled away. She leaned her forehead on yours and you both continued staring at each other. The whole kitchen was quiet with only your soft pants being heard.

"I'll take that as a sign that you like me too" You laughed at her words before nodding "Yes, 100% yes. Also you better finish what you've started next time" You answered as you let her hugged you closely to herself "I'll keep that in mind so next time?" You chuckled "Next time definitely" She smirked before biting lightly your shoulder and laughing with you. And you just stayed there, enjoying each other presence knowing that your feelings were reciprocated.

#vex writes #nmixx x reader #nmixx reactions #oh haewon x reader #oh haewon

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John Deacon x Fem!Reader

In the rising fame of Queen, many journalists were often there to talk. More often than naught, the band found themselves repeating things before sending the reporter away. That was until Y/N L/N.

When she was there, she found a way to make herself like able. Speaking about the art of performing with Freddie. Roger’s song writing. Brian’s understanding of writing music. And most of all, she got John to talk and smile and laugh. None of the others could.

She was the one they sent whenever they needed information of Queen. And that became the only time John was excited for an interview.

“You guys have another interview.” Miami said, walking into the studio. “It’s with Y/N.”

“Oh, that’s great!” John said, his tone of voice revealing how he really felt about said reporter.

Roger turned to look at the bassist. “That’s the most excited I’ve ever seen you for an interview.”

“Yeah, John, what is it?” Brian asked, just as curious.

“Nothing, just… interested in the… interview topics?”

“I think our lovely John is definitely interested in something, but not the interview.” Freddie said, coming to sit next to Roger and Brian.

Roger leaned forward to tease. “My my, Deaky, do you fancy Y/N?”

John raised his brows with a mischievous grin but shook his head anyway.

“You should totally take her out. It could be so romantic,” Brian said.

“No, I could never talk to Y/N.”

“You’re distaste towards human interaction is becoming… well, quite distasteful,” Freddie said with a pout. “What if we were to do something?”

Roger jumped to his feet in excitement. “Yeah, we could talk to Y/N for you!”

“No, we won’t be doing any of that, thank you. I’m willing to let things happen on their own.”

“John, dear, if we let you deal with it like that, nothing will happen.”

Freddie didn’t give John the luxury of arguing back. Said a simple “tut tut” and walked off, taking Brian and Roger with him. Which was fine because that’s when you walked in.

“Hello, John.” You smiled at him. “Where’s the rest of them?”

“Elsewhere. How have you been, Y/N?”

“Fine, fine. And you?”

“Quite alright. So what’s the plan for today?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m to ride with you to the venue while you all do sound checks and the like. In between those is when I’ll start individual interviews.”

In many ways you were found of John as well. You felt his answers were truthful in a way that the others didn’t quite have. But that was on the professional level. He made you happy, and laugh. He was very open, which you found out was actually a rare thing.

On many occasions, you tricked yourself into thinking he was just being courteous.

Much to John’s dismay, you got Freddie first.

“Hello, Fred. You can have a seat, I just need to get a new pen. Seems that I have lost mine.”

“Oh you won’t need that. Come, let’s talk.” He hooked arms with you. “Shall I interview you?”

“Me? Whatever for?”

“What, can’t I speak with my darling friend Y/N?”

You shrugged but went along with it. “What’s bothering you?”

Freddie waved his hands in dismissal. “You shan’t be my therapist either. This is about you, my dear. What do you look for in a lifelong partner?”

“Oh, that’s a bit forward." Freddie shrugged as if it wasn't "Well I don't know. Someone who's honest, I guess."

"John is very honest. Ever think about things short term?"

"No. I see no desire in that."

Freddie crossed his legs, then uncrossed them and stood. "Well that's all I have for you, darling. I'll send Roger in."

You didn't acknowledge him as he left the room, then Roger was walking in. He took Freddie's spot on the couch.

"How have you been, Y/N."

"Fine, fine. Now, I we see that you wrote a song on the album. What influences -"

"Oh, hush up about the album. Let's talk."

Okay....

"Roger, what are you and Freddie doing?"

"Oh, he got started? Good. Are you doing anything this coming week?"

"No, not that I know of."

"Neither is John." Roger left it at that and leaves the room, leaving you completely shocked.

Brian walked in with a smile. He would be easy to ask. He'd reveal himself if you asked.

"Brian May, what are you guys doing?"

"What do you mean?" He started to play with his hands. He was already nervous.

"You, Roger, and Freddie. What are you doing?" You crossed your arms, hoping that you could weasel the answer out of Brian.

"Y/N, we're not -"

"Were you coming in here to talk about John? Now tell me, what are you doing?"

Brian sighed and deflected in defeat. "John likes you, but he wouldn't do anything. We decided that we would try to push you into it instead." He stood up. "I'll leave now."

It was the greatest news you could've heard! You couldn't wait for him to say something, because you knew John. He wouldn't on any occasion!

John coming into the room took you out of your head. He smiled at you, sitting down at the couch.

"Hello, Y/N. What questions do you have about the album?"

At least he didn't set them up, you reasoned with yourself.

"John, I don't want to talk about the album." Everything was set up, and there was no better time to admit your feelings than here. "I really like you. And unfortunately, Brian did said you did liked me too?"

He went quiet and red in the face. "Y/N, I'm sorry you had to hear it from them."

"It's fine, John, really, but is it true?"

"Yes, Y/N, I really do. You're really beautiful, insanely smart, and just so... perfect. Can I take you out?"

You embraced him. "Of course, John!"

Freddie, Brian, Roger stood standing, peaking through the door. They froze when they saw John glare at them over your shoulder. The boys laughed before shutting the door.

Freddie sighed, dropping his hand to his hip. "Well that didn't take long."

#john deacon x reader #queen band #brian may #freddie mercury #roger taylor #request #ask #female reader

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who do you think you're fooling?

Summary: Hotch breaks an important date with Morgan and is faced with the choice: make a big gesture to get him back or risk losing him forever. (Spoiler alert: he makes the gesture.)

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 6.2k

Notes: I listened to Cher's album "Believe" on repeat for hours while writing this. I could keep editing this forever to include all of the vibes but I'll spare you. (Or maybe I'll just do this story again later with MORE VIBES.) The club described is one I used to go to ages ago for drag shows (though not even close to DC so here it's totally made up) and this trip down memory lane was a fun place to insert these two fools for a short time. Anyway. This is a silly little romp through a lover's spat set to the enchanting music of her highness Cher. Listen to "All or Nothing" and you'll feel this fic I think. if I did my job.

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“I saw Morgan at a gay bar last night,” Emily whispered, leaning so close to Reid’s ear that he could feel the spider-leg tickle of her hair as it cascaded over her shoulder and onto his. He shivered and pulled away just slightly, frowning.

“What?”

“Last night. Gay bar. Derek Morgan.” She was grinning wildly, that kind of cat eating a canary grin that he thought made her look like a movie star. Her smile was too wide, too perfect, and for a split second his attraction to her was through the roof. It overshadowed everything she said. “Hello?”

“Sorry,” he muttered, shaking it off. She was just like that. She kind of made everyone stupid sometimes. “What were you doing at a gay bar?”

She looked dumbfounded and a little shocked that that was where his mind went – not on the juicy gossip but on her own culpability. She wasn’t sure why she was surprised by that, she would have reacted the same way. “One of my good friends is a drag queen and she was performing last night.”

“Ahhhh,” Reid hummed, nodding. He didn’t entirely believe her. “So maybe Morgan was there supporting a friend too?”

She didn’t like his tone. The accusation that one or both of them was lying. “Look you little turd, he was on the dance floor surrounded by men and doing neon green jell-o shots. He knew every word to ‘I Will Survive’...isn’t that about as gay as it gets?”

Reid shrugged, trying to keep his features as neutral as possible. Part of it was simply that he didn’t believe it, there had to be an explanation. Derek Morgan liked women, maybe a little too much. In Reid’s imagination, he was taking home a different woman almost every night and whether he knew their name or not was of little consequence. He didn’t want to think of that being wrong because it meant he didn’t know Derek as well as he thought. It meant Derek was keeping a big secret from him, the kind that begged the question – why? His response to Emily’s question as about as lame as it got.

“I know all of the words to that song too.”

Read the rest on AO3!

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds #hotchgan #spencer reid #emily prentiss

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okay okay let's go this - gimme your honest thoughts on headline

Nooooooooo I worked on an answer for like an hour and then tumblr said BLOOP BYE ok

This one suprised me because he fully prepped me with the preshow and tour bus playlists and recs that I thought it would be so heavy on the greatest and ooms and silver tongues kinda sounds? And unfortunately I do like my noise and I do believe he's loves his noise and I do think he wants to move towards noise? So my response was more of a what happened lol maybe I misjudged it maybe he's still kinda careful and easing us into it (tbh I think this) and it's for lt3 or maybe this is just what he's more comfortable with (and a lil this). Not that I think he doesn't love this sound. Or that I don't love this sound. Just didn't anticipate this many softieboppies that's all. Expectations were high and he fking met them don't get me wrong I just didn't expect this ALSO yeah it's crazy he just did it all lol.

Sonically she feels timeless like she belongs in the 60s 70s 80s 90s- projected into the future- projected into AUs- she belongs wherever she goes i don't know how to explain it I don't have the knowledge but she's just a lil bit of every era and never too much she's just out there being the sidecharacter in all of them sorry she's not the main but she's there she's definitely there

T H E TITLE is everything like going for a track called Headline being someone who has been the subject of many shit headlines over the years is just very hot no matter the context or how its used as a metaphor, but then so casually "you used to read me like a headline" that can be taken many ways both positive and negative is just oof chefs kiss.

For the rest of the song lyrically I don't have much to say, there's not many plays on words I can break down over or not that I've noticed yet apart from the links with the rest of the album in the first verse which I'll get to in the end, and the concept isn't relatable to me either so yeah eh shrug on them oop.

He's mentioned he didn't write it, just tweaked it:

I love this for him tho

[Verse 2] You spent your summer workin' for your education // While I was runnin' after dreams that kept us waitin' // You never told me "never" //I guess I never knew we'd have the shortest forever //I thought I could, but I can't forget ya

But then then I wanna talk about the 1st verse:

[Verse 1] Sometimes, I wake up and I hear you through the silence // You let your pride hide all your beauty and your kindness // So fast to judge in error, you thought you knew me better //So quick to kill forever

I like that this verse matches pieces of the rest of the album in terms of keywords: we got hearing you through the silence vs he can still hear the silence in Holding on to Heartache, then Beauty being another song, kindness just throw TPWK in there why not, then so fast to judge and quick, like quick to judge in Bigger Than Me, and then there are a bunch of forever and evers all over. It's like this first verse makes this song belong on this album. To me it actually feels like this is what he tweaked to make it fit on this album. And then that stops and just kinda bops on I guess 🙆🏻‍♀️

....I feel like this needs a conclusion but its really just

#smart things with lyrics #larrylyrics #my song rambles

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hi @liliana-von-k, thanks for the follow! i have answered this question before but i love talking about kids in the hall and my "origin story" with them so i'm happy to tell it again (jsyk it will be a long post bc i always have to tell the full story bc i love it so much)

basically my parents have both been kith fans since the 90s, so even before i had seen any of the show itself there were certain kith quotes that were just part of my family's vocabulary. the first sketch i watched was "these are the daves i know" when i was like 8 years old and i became obsessed with that song. i watched a few other sketches/the first few episodes from season one but i didn't truly get into kith until after their documentary "comedy punks" was released

see, my mom is a big documentary person so she was like "oh hey there's a new kids in the hall documentary! do you want to watch it?" and i just kind of shrugged and was like sure i'll be in the room while it's on, probably working on my own stuff or scrolling on my phone. but like not even five minutes in i was hooked. while i'd always enjoyed kids in the hall's comedy, something about hearing the very personal histories of how the troupe came together and survived for all these years was so affecting. i think it was scott specifically that really signaled to me that this show was something special, and the part where bruce talked about comforting scott while he had cancer by telling him how the rest of the troupe would die first was so powerful. honestly no individual movie has changed my life more than comedy punks did specifically bc it gave me that push to get into kith and approached it from such a human perspective, which definitely informed my approach to the rest of their work and them as people. i remember watching comedy punks for the first time and getting this strange feeling i couldn't pin down yet that was like this is important, not just referring to the show or the troupe, but like this feeling that i had just crossed a turning point in my life, and i remember feeling this pull towards toronto which seemed frivolous at the time but has been so heavily solidified as i'm now planning to move there in just over a year.

so i bingewatched all of the kids in the hall tv show in summer 2022, as well as brain candy, death comes to town, the amazon season, etc. basically as much kith stuff as i could find. but i needed more. so i started getting into side projects, which brought me to "mouth congress" (a queer-punk band scott thompson and paul bellini had in the early 80s that they've recently started putting out new music with again). i found a youtube channel with a bunch of recent live performance clips of the band and each video had like less than 10 views. so since i didn't have anyone to infodump about kith with irl (aside from my very patient mother lol) i started commenting on every video, complimenting the performances and pretending i was talking to a friend, confident no one would actually see it

after 2 weeks of this, turns out someone did see it. PAUL BELLINI HIMSELF. this led to a whole back-and-forth which eventually ended up with him emailing me a copy of the unreleased mouth congress documentary, i emailed back asking if he'd be interested in meeting on zoom (since i am a queer comedy writer myself so both he and scott are my biggest comedy inspirations), and yeah bellini is a delightful person to talk to and we very quickly became friends. i ended up offering to run mouth congress's social media, which can be found on both tumblr and instagram as @mouthcongress and posts both vintage videos from the 80s/90s and recent live clips. they're currently working on an album of entirely new material written in the past 2 years which is going to be released soon (we don't have a specific release date but the recording is completed and they've started filming music videos for it!! but i'm getting ahead of myself lmao)

a few months pass and mouth congress is set to perform at a new year's eve show at a local club in toronto. i'd never been to toronto before, never even left the united states, but paul says it would be so great to have me there and by some miracle my parents say yes to making the trip (they still can't believe this is happening either, since they were kith fans first!). the trip is wonderful, i immediately fall in love with the city, i get lunch with paul irl for the first time and get to have my very first face-to-face conversation with my number one comedy inspiration scott thompson. it's honestly a little awkward but in an adorable funny way. i also have my first legal drink at that show (bc canadian drinking age is lower than the us), specifically saying i want to have my first drink with buddy cole, which both scott and paul are very into

it's actually only a couple weeks until i'm in toronto again, because scott is debuting a new buddy cole show consisting of monologues that were all censored by amazon that he pitched during the revival season. this is my first time traveling a long distance without my family which my mom is anxious about so paul bellini lets me have him as my emergency contact. the show is amazing, i get to stay for the afterparty, and while i'm there i casually mention that i'm surprised no one has made a buddy cole documentary yet. like, this character has such a rich history even beyond the kids in the hall (which i can infodump about all day lmao) and is such an important staple of queer comedy that doesn't get the attention he deserves. the kith documentary is great, but where's my buddy cole documentary? paul accepts my pitch (that i didn't even realize i was pitching), passes along the idea to scott, and yeah now i'm legit directing a film with my number one comedy heroes and i haven't even graduated college yet. what the fuck. i expected this to be the type of thing i accomplish over 20 years into my career, not at twenty!! so yeah that's how the buddy cole documentary started. i'm still in preproduction on it but we're launching an indiegogo crowdfunding campaign for it in the next 2 weeks bc this has evolved into a full feature-length film with some incredible celebrity interviewees, both kith and otherwise.

anyway a few months later it's announced bruce mcculloch is bringing his one-man-show to the city i go to school in. not only that, but his theater is literally 2 blocks from campus. i ask paul if he'd give me bruce's contact so i can set up an interview for my school's newspaper, paul gives me bruce's assistant's email, and i set up a 30-minute zoom two weeks before bruce will be in town. the conversation honestly goes bizarrely well. like it's honestly surreal how close bruce and i got after only knowing each other for a half hour? he's such an easy person to talk to and literally by the end of that conversation he was already calling himself my mentor, asking about my comedy, and offering to let me meet him backstage after his show. which is exactly what i did, launching yet another incredible friendship-slash-mentorship with one of the kids in the hall.

bruce eventually signed on to executive produce the buddy cole documentary (alongside paul bellini), i've been up to toronto in january, april, june, august, and october this year (so essentially every 2 months, though it was slightly offset by going twice in january) and i'm planning on going up in december, every time not only do i find time to meet up with scott, paul, and bruce but they all deliberately try to reserve as much "jess time" as they can because i have a unique and powerful friendship with each of them, every time i finish a new creative project paul has to see it bc he loves how ambitious i am, i repeatedly wake up to texts scott sends me at 3am about the documentary and how excited he is to have me on tour with him to film it next year, bruce thinks it's hilarious he used to think i was "shy" bc i've gotten so comfortable going on infodumps and tangents about things i'm passionate about, and the three of them all feel like extended family. best of all, i actually have plans to graduate from college a semester early so that i can use the money (and time) i've saved to find a place in toronto and start making even more connections with the comedy community up there (also for the record: no i have not met mark, kevin, or dave yet. i know kevin is aware of my existence from bruce giving me a shoutout at a show they both did but that's about it. but i know i will interview all of them for my documentary)

so anyway that's how i got into kids in the hall. i know only the first 2 paragraphs answer your question, but at this point my love for this show has become so so intertwined with my relationships to bruce and scott and paul as humans that i don't really consider getting into kids in the hall and getting to know the kids in the hall as separate things in my life.

(also if you have any follow-up questions on anything mentioned feel free to reply or dm me, this goes for everyone else too!)

#as always i hope talking about knowing some of the kith irl doesn't come across as bragging bc that's absolutely not my intention #bc i do very much feel like a very lucky kith tumblr nerd and my favorite thing is connecting the kith to this part of their audience #hosting little digital screenings of hard-to-find kith media or passing along questions etc #this is exemplified with my ''kids in the archive'' series which you should check out if you haven't already #but yeah this is a very (and i mean VERY) brief summary of how this all unfolded #bc like. yes this all kind of happened over a year and a half. but it was a very eventful year and a half #if you scroll far enough in some of my kith-related tags you can find posts from in-the-moment before i knew some of them #or when i was still coming up with the concept for the buddy cole doc or something like that #which is very interesting to see. this blog is like a living kith journal lmao #also: the bruce interview article was never written bc i actually lied about writing for the school paper lmaooo #but for the anniversary i might write a transcript and/or see if i can post the audio bc i did record it #i haven't relistened to it since the day (march 6th) so it'll be so cool going back and listening to myself being starstruck #compared to now where i see bruce as ''just some guy (complimentary)''

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Give and Take - Chapter 3

"Hey, so we were just talking ... since Joe and Ja'Marr are just looking to spend the off season in LA, I offered they just stay here." AJ shrugs looking to you as if asking permission.

You were speechless for a moment, thinking about being in such close proximity. Not even because you just met them - your house had basically become a hotel for your brother and best friend's late night hookups - but for the simple fact that you think you have a crush.

How weird could it get? You think, nodding to your brother and Joe.

"Y-Yeah that's fine." You quickly say.

"Word." AJ smiles and resumes eating his breakfast.

"Thank you guys, seriously. You really don't have to do this for us." Joe says, looking between you and your brother.

"N-No, its our pleasure. We're all friends." You say, giving him a close-mouthed smile. You and Joe hold eye contact for a moment, almost as if trying to read one another's expressions.

"Welp, I'm gonna go shower." You state, once again trying to escape an awkward situation.

“We have some recording to do today.” You direct towards your brother. Quickly getting up from you chair you think, what is wrong with you? Shaking your head as you ascend the stairs. He must think you're so weird.

The self deprecation continued all throughout your morning routine, and as time passed, you realized that not only was that nagging feeling in your body exhausting, but you truly were tired from not sleeping the night before.

You had a deadline coming up for the release of your new album. The label had been checking in non-stop to make sure you were being productive - which you were - but not at the pace they would've liked.

After combing through your wet hair, you hear AJ call up to you from the bottom of the stairs.

"Ann! I brought all our shit down here because of the good acoustics, remember?"

"Yeah, OK. I'll be right down." You reply.

Even though you had spent thousands of dollars on a state-of-the-art home recording studio, you found that recording your vocals in the kitchen sounded much better. Of course, the studio was still put to use, but you both found yourselves set up on the kitchen island more often than not.

When you descended the stairs, you could see everyone sitting around the island waiting for your arrival. An audience was nothing new to you, but when you were performing the song finished, not during the creative process.

Having your friends Tana and Nick listen in was one thing, but now Joe and Ja'Marr sat patiently as well, which churned your stomach with anxiety.

"Jeez, we got a full house." You jokingly say, laughing awkwardly.

"They wanna see how the sausage is made." AJ jokes, garnering laughter to erupt from the table. You laughed along to play it cool, but you knew this was going to be difficult. Your songs were personal to you and it was important to you to have a safe space where you could criticize yourself, cry, goof off and argue with your brother over the sound engineering without people judging.

"All we know is football. I wanna see how y'all make my favorite songs." Ja'Marr says, smiling encouragingly.

Deep down, you knew everything would be fine, but you totally felt put on the spot.

"Of course, of course." You smile, swallowing your nerves.

For the rest of the afternoon, you recorded a handful of songs, some rap, some R&B and pop that showed off your range. The process became easier as time went by, with the guys offering words of support and cringeworthy synchronized dance moves to the beat of the songs.

Everyone spent the time laughing and having fun, accompanied by your famous obscene lyrics that you became popular for. You didn't know if this impressed Joe or not. Would he think you were sexy for being empowered and aggressive? Or would it be a turnoff that you were so vocal about your sexuality? Nonetheless, a smile never left his face, which you took as a good sign.

After spending some time in the living room watching a raunchy, late-night comedy, Tana suggests you go for a swim.

"Now?" You whine, but everyone else was eager to change and jump in the pool.

Digging through a drawer of bikinis in your bedroom, you debated which one you wanted to wear. Should you be modest or sexy? That was the question. Deciding on sexy, you put on a bright blue, micro bikini. Your brother wouldn't be pleased, but you wanted to show off your body a little bit.

You were the last to emerge from the house, closing the sliding glass door to the patio behind you and seeing everyone splashing in the pool having a chicken fight.

You certainly needed some liquid courage to stop your racing mind from feeling self conscious. So, you grabbed the bottle of vodka from the night before to drink straight up.

Throwing your towel down on one of the sun chairs, Tana turns her attention to you from atop AJ's shoulders.

"Holy shit! You look hot!" She exclaims, causing everyone else to look in your direction. You try not to catch Joe's eye and thankfully the darkness of the night hid the blush that crept up on your cheeks.

You murmur a 'thank you' before taking a swig from the bottle of vodka.

"I just kicked Ja'Marr's ass! Ann come play chicken. You can be Joe's partner!" Tana suggests excitedly.

You set the bottle down and turn to see Ja'Marr fall off Joe's shoulders and swim towards the edge of the pool to pull himself out.

Anxiety struck you once again, but you obliged and eased into the pool.

Great, now my literal vagina is going to be up against this guy's neck.

By the time you reach Joe, and before you can even blink, he's hoisting you up atop his shoulders with such ease that you feel your core clench with arousal.

You just met this guy yesterday, calm down. You remind yourself, hoping to God he did not just feel the reaction he gave you.

"Push her! Push her!" AJ screams as you and Tana interlock fingers trying to throw each other into the pool.

With Joe's tight grip on your shins and a hard shove that you mustered up, you sent Tana flying backwards into the water.

"Yes!" You scream. Joe takes you off his shoulders with a huge smile plastered across his face. You high five and celebrate as Tana spits out water and attempts to clear her eyes of chlorine after going under.

It was only after the commotion died down, and people started venturing into the hot tub, that you noticed the muscles on Joe's shirtless body. This was something you could not find on the internet the previous night ... and you had tried.

Before you could get too ahead of yourself, Joe's voice broke you out of your trance. You realize it was only you and him left in the pool and he's asking you about your plans for the next day.

"Oh, I'm not doing anything I don't think." You say.

"Good, I was hoping to take you all out to dinner to say thank you for letting us stay here." He replies.

Hope deflated slightly in you, thinking that maybe he was going to ask you out on a date. But, again, you remind yourself that you and him barely know each other, and he has not shown any interest in you.

"That sounds great." You say with a small smile.

"Do you want to get in the hot tub?" He asks.

Feeling slightly rejected, you shake your head. "No, I think I'm gonna head up to bed. I didn't get much sleep last night."

His brow slightly furrows and for a second, you think he looks disappointed.

"Joeyyyyyyyyyy!" Tana calls from afar. "Come sit next to me!"

Looking at each other once more, he nods quickly. "Yeah, yeah, of course. Sleep well."

With that, you hoist yourself out of the pool and gather your things. Watching Joe get into the hot tub next to Tana caused a wave of jealousy to come over you, but you needed to stop yourself from getting into something that could hurt you again.

#cincinnati bengals #joe burrow #fanfiction #au #Joe burrow fan fiction

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yrluvjane · 2 years

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rival bands remus x reader where the 2 bands were talking shit about each other in separate interviews (including remus and reader saying some remarks as well) and then they meet up at an event and they just bicker and they end up liking each other but reader (publicly) has said sirius is rude and cocky (before they met) and normally brings him up with her band when they talk shit

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Remus Lupin x fem!reader

"I'm on the highway to hell!" You sang the last line as you ran the guitar pick across the strings harshly for last time. The music stopped and the audience began to applaud, some whistling and others shouting.

You chuckled into the mic as the lights turned back on. After you gave your trusty instrument to one of the crew members to place in your back room, you high-fived your friends and walked up the small stairs and dial to the seating lounge, opposite to your host.

You took a seat between two of your friends, sharing a small laugh before facing the beaming man.

"That was an amazing performance! Can we get another round of applause!?" He shouted excitedly as the audience broke into cheers once more.

"Alright, alright." Your best friend, Dorcus said with a grin on her face as she waved her hands up and down to calm the spectators.

"I just have to say- this- this song! I have played over five times on the ride here. I literally took three different turns just so I could listen to it more." The host said.

"Have you seen the charts?" He asked baffled. He picked a card off from the side of his table and spoke in an amazed and disbelieved tone. "Over 300 million streams in two bloody weeks! Your new album is holding the 1st, 2nd, 4th and 8th on the top hundred."

Cheers erupted one more as you and the rest of your friends shrugged sheepishly with large grins. "We just can't help being awesome. It's a naturally born gift." Marlene, the drummer, said as she flipped her long, straightened her.

Someone wolf-whistled in the crowd, earning a wink from the dark-haired girl. You, Dorcus, Mary, Marlene and the host laughed.

"But with this astonishing achievement comes a great load of drama. You just got nominated in the Best Pop Duo/Group Performance category. The same category The Marauders got nominated in a few weeks prior. What do you say to that?" He asked.

You rested your elbows on the back of the couch, behind Mary's back and twirled your long and extentioned hair, that reached the end of your thighs and was braided down, held up by a ponytail.

"I don't know what to say. I heard their new song -When the lights go out - i don't- it just felt like it was missing something." You said coolly.

"What would that be?"

"Talent."

Immediately, the crowd broke into 'Ohhs' and 'AHHH's', the hosts' face turned pink from how hard he was laughing and Mary slapped your thigh as she cackled like a madman.

"Look I'll admit the rhythm was good, maybe if that Sinus bloke learned how to play the guitar and wasn’t such a twat, and the other one what was his name- the one with the glasses- Ted, Tanker, Tanor-" You began snapping your fingers to try and remember the twit's name as everyone fell into hysterics.

"James?" The host huffed out as he chocked on his laugh.

"Right! Thank you! If that Jack stopped looking like a penguin with a hair nest and glasses then maybe their song would've scrapped an 'Acceptable' in my book." You finished as Dorcus leaned her head over your shoulder for support.

A few moments later the laughter died down, but everyone's face was still red, most still trying to catch their breath.

"Anyone else wanna add something?" The host asked as he took a gulp of water and choked on a small laugh that left his throat.

"I think Y/n's said it all." Mary says patting your knee and sending you a grin.

"Well this is what The Marauders had to say, when we invited them on last week."

The screen that was placed under the audience, and showed what the camera looked like from behind, went blank and not a second later the screen turned back on and showed the identical set just with four different people.

You crossed your legs in your white pantsuit and white-gold heels, staring down at the screen with an amused expression.

"But do you think they could win if they were nominated?" The host asked.

"Joe, Joe, Joe" Sinus began, "there is a reason they were not nominated. The question you're looking for is 'Why'. Why, You ask? Well because to get nominated you have to have a certain level of style. That's just something they lack."

The crowd went 'ohh' once more as Marlene scoffed.

"It's very understandable." This time it was Renus - Reset, whatever his names is, the point is that it was the one with too many scars to count. "They don't open these nominations to third-rate bands."

Your mouth dropped, making an oval shape with your lips. There were a few snickers and scoffs from the seated audience, and you were pretty sure is was Marlene who muttered something along the lines of "This bitch."

The screen goes black and the camera's face us once more. "Jokes on them, last I checked they weren't in the top 10." Mary said, lifting her head up proudly.

As the day droned on, and the interview stretched, you became more and more tired by the time you finished it, you had to go back to the hotel you were staying to pack and head to the airport, where you would be taking a jet to NYC, where the last concert on your tour was held.

"Can you believe this shit?" Sirius asked James, baffled. They both sat on their comfortable red couch, in the luxury of their penthouse, in Manhattan.

The two stared at the screen in both anger and shock as they watched the four stupid, wannabe's talk smack about them. "Girls shouldn't even be in bands! Not real ones!" James shouted at the TV, throwing a pillow at it.

"My name is Sirius! You bloody buffoon!" Sirius shoots glares at the monitor powerful enough to make Cyclops from the X-men take a step back.

"What's going on? What's with the racket?" Peter asks as he walks in with Remus, the first coming back from a shower and the latter sweaty from hitting the Gym on the 2nd floor of the building.

"Those-those-ughhh!" Sirius shouts in anger as he screams into the seat cushions.

Peter pulls out his phone and start typing on it, taking a seat next to James, a towel on his shoulder preventing his soaked hair from wetting his shirt.

Remus raises an eyebrow as he leans on the back of the couch and raising the volume. Peter snorts when the girl in a white suit labels James as Penguin and calls him Jack. "Aren't those-?" Remus asks, though he already knows who they are, but is already cut off by James's aggressive "Yes!".

"They're playing at Madison Square Garden," Peter says as he scrolls on his phone. "It's airing live on Channel 5, it's all sold out."

Sirius scoff's as he snatches the remote off Remus and pulls out the said channel. The screen is dark, there dark blue spotlight shining around the dark stage. The sound of screaming fans is inevitable.

A sound of drums hit and the screaming grows louder, but the stage is still dark. "Livin' easy, Lovin' free." A voice sings softly, the music stops, the screaming grows. All four boys are narrowing their eyes at the screen.

Another drum note and this time with a string of guitar. It stops letting the singer take over. "Season ticket on a one way ride." You could hear the smirk playing on the singers voice. The lights flash on the stage, giving you a split second to see the performers.

"Askin' nothin'. Leave me be. Takin' everythin' in my stride." Someone else sings. The camera turns over to the fans, those who are filming, those crying, and those shouting and screaming.

"Don't need reason. Don't need rhyme. Ain't nothin' that I'd rather do." The lights flash at one person.

Y/n.

Dressed in a short black dress and a long, dark, lacey, blue jacket that reached her ankles fastened at her waist with a silver belt. With matching long, black, thigh-high heels, her black guitar with silver accents strapped around her shoulder.

She smirks. "Goin' down."

"Party time." The spotlight flashes on Marlene, the bassist, who is dressed in a dark blue top and black skirt, holding a blue guitar. The crowd is screaming louder than ever.

The two girls face each other behind the mic and smirk at each other. They face the crowds, lean over to the mic and sing towards each other. "My friends are gonna be there too." They sing. The lights finally open revealing the drummer, Dorcus, and Mary, the rhythmist, both wearing blue and black outfits.

Dorcus flips her drumsticks in the air before playing an impressing feat of drums, the rest joining a moment later. "I'm on the highway to hell!"

"GOOD NIGHT NEW YORK!" The four of you shout and wave at the screaming crowd. You, Mary, Marlene and Dorcus hug each other, swaying from side-to-side as you laugh, a few tears stinging your eyes. "You're crying." Marlene laughs, her mic is still on.

You know the camera is probably zooming in on you right now, so you just laugh shakily and pull Marlene into a hug, the other joining in as many scream or go 'Aww.'

After a moment of wiping your tears, you pull away and walk down the stage with your friends. You hug as many fans as you can by the time you reach backstage, where you shared hugs and high-fives with the crew.

"Last show...I can't believe it..." Dorcus says, reality sinking in. You are all changing in different parts of the dressing room as if you do not each have a room of your own. However none get to really get it to sink in before Marlene's excited voice rings out.

"You better believe it! And to celebrate I got us reservations to this really great nightclub." Marlene said excited. "No, no, no. I just got out of heels. And I missed eight episodes of Sherlock." You said as you curled your bare toes with a satisfied moan and merged yourself to a nearby couch.

"Oh c'mon! Dor?"

"I was actually planning to read this new book I got."

"Mary's with me. And it's the last show! We should celebrate!!" Marlene said as she pouted and gave the two disagreeing girls a puppy face.

"That doesn't work on me, haven't you heard? I'm the Ice-Queen." You said reciting the name, one of the marauders called you, on one of their social media platform.

"Please! Please! Please! We've been working our butts off for months! Just one night!" Mary said and joined Marlene's side with a similar pouty face.

After a moment Dorcus gave you look which made you groan into a cushion, which made the two M's (M&M) jump and squeal around like two eight year-olds.

"I hate you." You said once Marlene presented you with a post-knee long, full sleeve, red, dress that completely bared your back with matching strappy heels.

Marlene kissed your head and hanged the outfit on the back of the door. "I hate you too." You said facing the picked out clothes with a pouty look.

And that is how you found yourself and Dorcus awkwardly standing at the entrance door of the said club watching the numerous people grind off each other and spill drinks as they pass by you.

"Your right this is so much more fun than curling up in a blanket in an air condition room, watching TV, eating snacks and pizza." You sarcastically added as you mouthed for the bartender to pour you a shot.

Twenty minutes in and M&M already found new partners each, Dorcus found a booth to silently read, occasionally looking up to make sure the two M's didn't take anything too far.

You, after your fifth drink and being a lightweight, was dragged into the sweaty, messy group of (teenagers) young adults. You walk your way to the bar, tripping as the groups of people push through you.

By the time you sat down, Marlene was already whispering things to the DJ, who was staring back at the girl in shock. You felt someone bump you from the back, making you slip off the stool.

You turn to face them, but the face you meet was definitely one you weren't expecting. "You."

"You." The pale-faced boy with light brown hair replied with a narrowing of his eyes. "What are you doing here?" He added.

"This place is open to the public, anyone get in." You replied with a raised brow as you looked him down. He was dressed in a black button down, having the sleeved folded to his elbows and the first two buttons open, with matching black jeans and white striped sneakers.

"Tell me, how does it feel to lose, now that your chance for losing the award rose to 90%." You asked, raising a glass of water to your lips.

He scoffs, "Lose? Us? If anyone's gonna lose it's you, love; especially after that dreadful performance at Madison Square."

"So you watched it?" You asked with a smirk, ignoring how that small nickname sent a shiver down your spine, making you feel hotter than you already did.

"Don't flatter yourself, we were only checking out the competition."

"Is that what we are? Has your team finally identified us as a threat? Are you starting to get worried, is that it?"

"Worried? If I was worried I wouldn't be in a club." He replied with an amused brow and a grin. The bartender pushes a glass towards the drummer, who thanks him, and faces you.

It seemed due to loud noise of the music, you two drifted towards each other to hear better, though the small distance wasn't clearly visible until the lights passed by you. Only then did you realize that he was standing, leaning on the table with an elbow, his height towering over you.

While your mind sat logical reminding you that he was your rival, competitor, enemy. Your body betrayed you, particularly when he faced you after taking a sip, the smell of whiskey flowing through your nostrils, helping you identify his choice of drink.

"Right, so did you come here to 'Check out the competition'?" You ask, finally aware of his golden-like amber eyes, the moment he faced you once more.

I always thought they were brown You thought, subconsciously humming to yourself. Which caused him to tilt his head at you.

"As if we'd waste our time with you."

"But you weren't wasting your time when you were watching us preform." You said cheekily with a grin, the weight of the alchol you drank settling in.

He's eyes narrow at you, from your perspective it looks like his trying to read your mind. "I already tol-"

"Yeah, yeah. I heard you the first time." You cut him off as you blankly stare at him. This wasn't how you expected the conversation to go. Maybe cause you expected to find Marlene fighting with someone cutting your lovely talk off.

You watch his eyes roam over your face, as if trying to memorize it. His eyes lock on something on your head but before you can ask what, his hand reaches over and brushes something off your hair.

You watch him as he finishes the rest of his drink. "What? Is there something on my face?" He asks after a few moments of you watching him like one of his crazed fans.

"No...No. Just-...It's just this isn't how I expected us to go through this..chat. Maybe I've watched to much Mean girls, I just expected this fight. Marlene jumping in, probably you showing off her very scary ability to maim you with her shoe." You said as he chuckled.

"She can reserve that for Sirius, he has thing for violent women." He joked

"Maybe they became violent because of him." You said with an edge of your tone, which caused the man next to you to laugh loudly, gaining whispers and stares from those around you. "I'm sorry, I said that too."

"Dance with me." You said abruptly, making turn to you wide-eyed. You hadn't even thought of what you said, you just blurted it out. "I'm sorry?"

"Dance with me. I'm drunk, you probably are too. We can regret this in the morning." You said. You put your glass down with a 50 bill and pulled at his arm towards the dance floor.

You see his lips move as he awkwardly stands there but no sound reaches your ears other than the blasting music. The other dancers on the floor begin to push you towards each other.

You grab his hands and place them on your hips, throwing yours around his neck and pushing him closer to you. "Your much more likable like this." You shouted to him.

He smiles and pulls you closer, his grip on your hips tighten. A hand slips up to your back and immediately pulls away back to your hip when he realizes it's bare.

"Sorry!" He shouts but you shake your head. That small touch did more to you than it should. "It's fine." You said but when you look at him, his brows are furrowed.

"Shit." He mutters, pushing his further down. "What?" You ask.

"I think were gonna make headlines tomorrow." He says with a small smirk. "I love this song!" You shout, "Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy 'til we see the sun. I know we only met, but let's pretend it's love." You sing at the top of your lungs joined by almost the whole club.

Remus's grin widens and he bursts out laughing. "What?" You ask but he only laughs harder, "What?!"

"How do you know this song?" He asks, still grinning creepily.

"I hear it on the radio, everyday to work...Why?" You ask narrowing your eyes suspiciously.

He points over somewhere behind you. You swiveled on your heels and faced where he was pointing. Your mouth dropped open when you saw James Potter singing the song and playing the guitar.

You turned back to him sharply with wide eyes. "No.." You say in disbelief as he laughs. "I should join them, I'll see you later."

Before you can utter a word, he kisses your cheek and jogs over to the stage, where the rest of The Marauders and most of the crowd are chanting 'Moony', repeatedly.

"Oh my God."

This was soo long. I hope you liked it. I was listening to highway to hell when your ask came in and I was like 'Fate.' But the thought that kept running through my head was. Drummer Remus or Bassist Remus because like he fits with both.

James too, like i can only imagine Remus and James as drummers, but thy can also fit with guitarist but I feel like Remus gives off more drummer vibes? What do you think?

#remus lupin #remus lupin x fem!reader #harry potter x reader #marauders #remus lupin x reader #the marauders

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nerd-at-sea5 · 1 year

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alright this is pt 2 to 'i spent my teens in rage, spiralin' in silence' AKA the long ass yellowjackets fic i'm writing AKA the sam fender fic

pt 1 is here, pt 3 is here, ao3 link here

and uh yeah. lets go pt 2

also, during any wilderness scene this takes place in-between s1e7 and s1e10, laura lee is alive, taivan came out slightly earlier (during/around the wolf attack)

it feels weird, she thinks, to be this focused on a girl when one of the greatest albums in nat's collection is playing-and for once, for once-no one on the team is complaining.

but natalie's sitting in one of taissa's chairs, nirvana's 'bleach' halfway over from her record player-and nat can barley focus on the lyrics.

they don't need to, they know it by heart, but there's something about the way lottie's lips move to the lyrics of 'paper cuts' that make nat's stomach feel fuzzy.

van flops down next to-practically on top of her, and after one glance at their pink cheeks, nat twists around to see taissa walking out of the hallway that leads to the bathroom. she smirks at van, raising an eyebrow, how'd that go? and gets a smile and a thumbs up in response, pretty damn good.

'and they cock and-' "WOAH."

natalie's jolted out of her wordless conversation with van, as well as their increasingly more concerning lottie thoughts (now that's she's taken the time to unpack with van and realized what they actually mean) by laura lee's shocked yell, quickly scrambling to stop the record.

"laura lee, the fuck?"

"that's not-i don't get-why would that be in a song?" her face is getting redder by the second, and nat feels a small twinge of remorse, "kurt cobain-"

"it's actually an abuse metaphor," lottie interjects, and natalie's jaw almost hits the floor. the taller girl’s words are soft, her hand resting on laura lee’s knee to calm them, and nat feels a pang of jealousy. “the lyrics before 'the lady whom i feel maternal love for / cannot look me in the eyes / but i see hers and they are blue' is about how the mom who's abusing her kid can't look him in the face, but the kid can-"

"and the kid sees her true self." natalie interjects, and lottie gives her a soft smile that sends a jolt down their throat, her brown eyes flickering in the light of the lighter van is playing with-who snorts and lets nat continue. "and that true self is a monster."

she twists their hands in her lap, laura lee's eyes flicking around while she processes it, maybe they shouldn't have jumped in to explain those lyrics. van notices, and a hand closes around natalie's as tai turns to lottie, "how do you know that?"

the other girl shrugs, "i knew nat liked them, i figured it'd be a fun thing to check out and research."

the fuzzy feeling returns, racing to nat's heart as she spots a little blush on lottie's cheeks.

"i...thanks, lot."

van audibly groans, "alright, um...nat can you grab me some water, dude?”

"why the fu-oh. yeah, anyone else want some?"

laura lee holds out her cup, “me please.” while lottie raises a hand, "i'll go with you?"

natalie nods as van shoves her out of the chair, flashing a thankful look at the redhead, whos already moved on to show laura lee how to make a paper airplane out of taissa's homework.

the two end up in tai's kitchen, and when nat remembers that van loves chewing on ice in their water, lottie offers to hold open the freezer door while nat grabs some.

they do so, thankful for the burst of cold air that can be used to excuse the pink tinge on her cheeks.

it's only when natalie straightens, turning around and placing the glass on the counter next to them-she realizes that with lottie's arm stretched to prop open the door, when they turn, natlie is not only standing semi-inside the freezer-she's also chest-to-chest with lottie, who clearly wasn't expecting being this close either, and who is looking down at nat with those goddamn brown eyes.

"i-sorry, i can move-" lottie reaches to pull her arm back, and without thinking, natalie's hand lands on top of her wrist, holding it in place on the door, they can feel lottie's pulse racing-mimicking the quick thudding in nat's chest.

"....don't."

they've somehow ended up even closer now, and it's a single look; lottie's already been looking slightly down at nat-but now, her eyes drop impossibly lower for a split second-right to her lips, and directly back up to their face.

it's the 'go ahead' that she needs.

nat's hand leaves her wrist, moving to grab and pull lottie by the collar of her blue flannel while lottie's hand simultaneously cups the back of natalie's head, pulling her up ever so slightly.

it feels so different from all other kisses they've had, from all the boys when they were drunk or high or both, the boys who she'd kiss so she could ignore who she really wanted to kiss, all the times when they've been fully in control.

lottie doesn't feel like she's kissing natalie to do anything else. not to go any further or to get something out of it. it feels like she's kissing nat simply to feel their lips pressed against hers. it's a breath of fresh air-a joyous laugh in the face of everyone who made nat think you had to go further.

lottie isn't kissing natalie to go further. natalie's never wanted to go further. lottie is kissing natalie's just to kiss her.

and natalie's heart is cheering.

there's no control, everything is sliding in their brain, landing perfectly in it's place-it feels so, so right.

lottie tastes like strawberries and chocolate and for some reason natalie loves it. she wants to bottle it up and drink it when they're having a shit day, or just hold in this moment and never let go.

she feels like she's on the step to the edge of the diving board, right before you jump in, the first breathe of summer air when the school bell rings, the way biting into buttered challah feels.

there's a glowing heat spreading to their chest, their lips, their fingertips as lottie's other hand rests on her hip, she's leaning forward and natalie steps back, intending to let her back hit whatever wall was behind them-forgetting it's an open fridge-and nearly headbutts the pickle jar.

they break apart, and for one terrifying moment, natalie thinks lottie's going to run, back upstairs, back, back and away from her.

but insted, lottie smiles, tracing her hand down nat's arm and intertwining their fingers together.

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natalie really thought that after seeing coach's crushed leg, maggots inside a deer, her girlfriends possession and her dad's half missing head every night in their dreams for the past few weeks-nothing gory related could shake her much any more.

clearly, based on how the moment tai's legs gave out and van crumbled in front of them, natalie caught one look at the soaked blood through the clothes on van's face, down their side, down taissa's side and froze-they were very wrong.

she could hear everyone else screaming around her, maibly coach ben’s voice-trying to give off some futile attempt to show authority-but everything tunneled down to van's hand, gripping nat's leg like a lifeline, and the repeated tapping becoming more and more urgent until-

'hug?' morse code.

"yes. yeah, god fuck. van-" natalie wraps her arms around van from the non-injured side, tai still holding tightly onto van's hand.

a vivid memory of both van and nat flinching away from needles during the flu shots given, van bursting into tears only seconds after natalie, comes surging back as nat watches akilah angles the needle to van's cheek, taissa’s fear stricken face, gently rubbing van’s forehead, nat feels van's legs shaking.

nat can barley even watch without feeling her whole body go into panic mode, instead forcing themself to look at laura lee's soft hands holding down van's arm, a carefully crafted mask over the blonde girl's face, whispering silent prayers. she nods at nat, then at akilah. coach ben is at van's head, terror clear as day in his eyes, “carful. please.”

nat holds down van's legs while holding back tears. why van? why happy, funny, kind van? why her best friend? the sudden stillness of van's movements letting nat know that they've passed out does nothing to ease her anxiety, in fact it might make it worse.

she refuses to leave, mirroring tai as the two sit and silently watch over van's sleeping figure. it's only when shauna and lottie come in, shauna sitting next to tai and slowly coaxing her out of the room (not without many protests on tai's part, and one minor attempt from ben-that does not work) and to sleep for the first time in what nat thinks is around 36 hours.

"if you're going to tell me to sleep-"

"never."

lottie's voice is calm and caring, as she takes tai's former seat, gently taking natalie's hand, breaking the grip that the blond had been holding her other wrist in, leaving small, crescent shaped marks.

lottie ran her fingers over nat's hand, tracing the lines and keeping it in place when nat subconsciously jerks back to indenting their own skin.

nat dosen't realize she's begun to cry until lottie's hand cups their head as they fall into her, shaking silently.

something about lottie and holding her head always made nat feel safe. maybe it was the way lottie's hands were always soft, despite the manual labor they'd been in for the past weeks, or maybe it was because she always held nat close and tight. maybe it was that natalie could just exist around lottie, she didn't have to say anything or do anything, just existing was good enough.

the brunette said nothing, just held natalie as close as possible, that same soft, caring way she always did, gently running her hand through their hair.

"they'll be alright."

"what if they're not, lot? what if they'll never be alright? what if-"

"nat." lottie interrupts before natalie can send herself into a spiral, "breathe, baby. ok? can you do that for me?" nat shakes her head, worse case scenarios popping up each time they try to inhale, fists clenched tightly in their lap.

they feel their body move, vaguely aware of her back pressed to lottie's front, lottie's hands worming their way into nat's fists.

lottie's good at this, diffusing natalie's anxiety-not as good as van, she thinks as a fresh wave of anxiety hits.

they don't know how long they sit there, but natalie can feel their breathing go back to normal, can feel lottie press a soft kiss to her temple, "feeling better?" "mhm."

van whimpers, lottie and nat instantly on their feet as van's face twitches.

lottie squeezes nat's hand, another soft smile that has natalie feeling warmer even after lottie's hand leaves, quickly leaving the room to go retrieve taissa.

"nat?"

van gets an answer, non-verbal, but physical, with natalie throwing herself onto van (avoiding all of the wounds) and squeezes them so tight she can feel her own arms straining, "if you ever" nat manages to breathe out, "scare me like that again and i swear on laura lee's bible i will fucking kill you."

van's chest shakes slightly, they wince, slowly forming words, "good to know you love me."

"so fucking much."

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only jackie taylor would find a way to have a team bonding moment while trapped in the middle of nowhere.

travis, javi and coach are off having a ‘boys night’ or whatever the fuck that means (lottie thinks they just wanted some alone time) so all the team members are outside around the shitty fire they managed to make with a lot of swearing, minor shoving, and nat’s lighter.

in all honesty, lottie didn’t even want to be here. it’s been getting harder and harder to block out the thoughts that aren’t in her own voice, or to not flinch when she looks at one of her friends and spots a bug on their face. it always starts small.

she’s been falling back in on herself, regressing to behaviors she hasn’t shown since middle school. laura lee notices, laura lee was there when she freaked out in seventh grade, laura lee was there when she got diagnosed, laura lee’s always been there, she always knows.

nat notices, but natalie dosent know, lottie doesn’t want them to know. she’s heard natalie waking up every night, breathe tight and fast, whispers of dead men who haunt them when they’re asleep and even more when they’re awake. natalie dosent need to know. she won’t, if lottie can do anything about it.

lottie smiles to herself at the sight of natalie's face, pushing back her mind and focusing on the shorter girl.

mouth slightly open, pulled into a slight smirk at the left side, brow furrowed with one eyebrow raised, freckles across her nose shining out bright as day in the firelight, she's scoffing at jackie, van snorting next to her, a tight lipped smile doing little to hide the humor on their face while tai watches, a lovesick expression clear as day on her face.

jackie's expression doesn't shift, and laura lee flashes lottie a look from across the circle, "what about never have i ever?"

natalie looks down, mindlessly drawing in the dirt with her fingers, shrugs, "what the hell else are we gonna do?"

"i can recite-"

"van, dude, babe, sweetheart, love of my love-i love you, i truly do, but if you recite the plot of 'dead poets society' again i do not think laura lee will recover from her tears."

"it's really sad, ok?!"

lottie grins again, "ok, next time how about 'heathers'?” van flashes her a grin and a thumbs up as they slump against taissa, the latter kissing them on the forehead as they do, “but for now, we don't need to drink, just hold up five fin-ok we all know how to play."

nat knocks her elbow into lottie, only to drum on her sleeves with her fingers while rolling their eyes at the taller-but it's accompanied with the same smile that lottie only ever sees aimed at her.

mari goes first, 'never have i ever thrown up in school', lottie's finger goes down-a side effect of the first meds her parents tried, so does van's-that one time their mom made them go to school with the flu, and right after seeing van vomit at practice-yep, there goes shauna.

gen next, 'never have i ever gone surfing' where, to lottie's surprise, taissa and melissa are the only ones to put a finger down.

it goes like that for a bit, natalie and lottie both go out for being high at school, jackie for accidentally hitting someone's mailbox more than once in the same car (lottie had to question laura lee's specificities), lottie goes out again with taissa, jackie and shauna for traveling out of the country before, and then it's misty's turn.

"uh..never have i ever had my first kiss?"

van snickers, but around the circle-jackie, shauna, nat, tai, van, lottie, akilah, and laura lee's fingers all go down.

taissa's eyebrows shoot up and lottie can almost predict what she's going to say before she does, "wait-laura lee, who did you kiss?"

the blonde grins shyly, "that wasn't the question."

jackie holds up her hand to laura lee, "nicely done, laura lee."

nat leans forward "ill give you a really cool lookin' pine cone if you tell me." but shauna interrupts before laura lee can respond, “we could go in a circle and say who our first kiss was?"

no one opposes, so she glances at jackie before at the rest of the group, lottie can see most people look calm, jackie looks slightly more on edge, but she's hiding it well.

"so..who's first?"

out of the corner of her eye, lottie sees van and nat glance at each other, then burst out laughing, through gasps of air, they each choke out the others name.

"what?!" taissa's starring at van in shock, and lottie can only imagine that her face holds the same expression as she looks at natalie.

van holds up their hands, giggling at jackie's startled expression and misty's wide eyes, "look. look-we were like 14, and-"

"it was so fuckin’ bad."

"nat!"

"i'm not sorry! it was, it was like kissing your sibling! hated it."

van pauses for a moment, composing themself,"yeah i hated it as well."

lottie sighs, scooting closer to nat, "jealous?" the blonde whispers at her, slight anxiety coating her words, lottie shakes her head, "i think it's funny." nat nods slowly, smiling up at her "ok, thanks."

van giggles, "hey, i mean-remember that spin-the-bottle a while ago when tai and nat kissed?"

taissa scoots away, van almost falling over, "dude!" "i thought we agreed never to mention that."

the four of them laugh again, and misty raises her hand, "wait-ok. who did laura lee kiss, and...how many people here have kissed natalie?"

laura lee catches lottie's eye from across the circle, tilting her head to the side, a silent 'is it ok?'. lottie nods.

"i kissed lottie."

"i beg your fucking pardon?" nat is staring at lottie with the same face she was just staring at them with.

"LOTTIE?!" jackie's mouth is hanging open so wide that shauna lifts up her hand to put jackie's chin back.

"hey! welcome to the gays, man." van is grinning madly when they say it, a double thumbs up in laura lee's direction.

shauna turns to face lottie, who can feel herself going red from how hard she's trying to hold back her laugher, "i was trying to figure out if i liked girls.....what are friends for?"

laura lee giggles, "it was a fun experience, it's not like it was anything bad."

mari shrugs, "i feel a little slighted by the fact that you've kissed someone before me, but going back to the other one-nat. how many team members have you kissed?"

lottie turns to natalie, who glances up at her with a sly grin, "van and tai we've already covered, lottie, shauna-that time at a temple trip on a dare, and ja-"

"it didn't count."

shauna's head snaps to jackie so fast that for a split second lottie thinks she whiplashed herself. "you've kissed natalie?!"

"it didn't count!" jackie repeats, "my first kiss was jeff. besides it wasn't even a real kiss, i'm not a lesbo, anyway."

instinctivly, lottie's hand gripped nat's, who's had already curled into a fist, laura lee and tai had both flinched slightly, while van was glaring daggers at jackie, “what the fuck, man?” -shauna looked hurt.

lottie watched natalie's gaze harden, "yeah, didn't seem to count-what with you pushing me into the locker and-"

jackie lunged forward, clapping a hand over natalie's mouth, knocking them flat on their back while jealously lottie didn't know she possessed spread out through her stomach.

"shut the fuck up." jackie nearly growled, she removed her hand from natalie's mouth, only for the blonde to flash a wicked smirk, "make me."

there was more venom packing the words than any other time lottie had heard nat speak them, and yet while jackie's face flushed red, lottie felt the urge to shove jackie off nat and kiss the latter seneless.

she caught nat's eye, the blonde flashing her a familiar look, 'i can stop if you want.' but as much as she was tempted to nod, some part of lottie enjoyed what she was watching. she shook her head, and natalie grinned.

"what's your problem anyway, taylor? i never said you were gay."

"i'm not!"

van's laugh was stifled by tai's elbow-but she was also giggling.

nat's grin only grew, "then how'd you like to stop straddling me, 'cause this looks pretty fuckin' gay to me."

"i wouldn't know if it was gay or not. i'm not gay." but she still flew off natalie like they were suddenly on fire.

now lottie was trying to refrain from giggling, even shauna-who had looked a little like a kicked puppy up to this point-had shaking shoulders and a hand over her mouth. laura lee looked as if she was about to cover her eyes, but also didn’t seem to want to stop watching.

jackie, on the other hand, was bright red and a mix of angry and embarrassed, "seriously just fuck off, scatorccio-i'm not a fucking dyke, i don't like any of that shit."

van flew to their knees before lottie even had a chance to react, "jackie taylor i swear to fucking god-" but the combined hands of taissa and natalie-both of whom looked like they were about to slap jackie to hell and back, pulled van back down.

looking back on it, it was not the smartest choice, or even the best-and god knows lottie could have come up with a better line-but she thought it was clever in the moment, and so with a glance at natalie, then to jackie, "well, maybe your not watching the right shit, here-let me help with that.”

and with that, she pulled natalie back up to their feet and kissed them as hard as they could.

she could feel natalie's hands digging into her t-shirt, always moving, the warmth radiating off of them, and when nat leaned back into a tree, pulling lottie with her, lottie couldn't help but smile into the kiss, nat grinning right back at her.

they broke apart at van's wolf whistle, that was quickly shut off by laura lee's stage whisper of 'van! let them have their moment!'

later that night, curled up under blankets, listening to mari and gen's soft snoring, lottie pulled natalie closer to her.

the blonde was already half asleep, so lottie faced no sarcastic, half-assed protests that would only really lead to nat cuddling closer like she did every night. she only felt the rhythmic rise and fall of nat's chest and their hands wound tightly in lottie's shirt.

"hey nat?"

"hm?"

"i love you."

nat's eyes shot open, bright blue in the moonlight, staring directly into lottie's.

"......"

"you don't have to say it back-"

"do you really mean that?"

it was only her tone that made lottie hesitate. for the first time that night-even after jackie's comments, they understood but it was still out of line, even after it all-this was the first time natalie's voice was anything aside from sure of themself.

to lottie, they sounded scared, terrified that she didn't mean it and that it would all go up in flames.

lottie didn't want to hear that tone from natalie ever again, not if she could help it.

"yeah. yes. of course i do."

relief washed over the blonde, and lottie felt herself smile, grinning like she was in a cheesy romcom.

"i love you, lottie."

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twopoppies · 2 years

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In one of your recent replies to an anon, you said that you're having a hard time connecting to Louis' new music, and I have to say that I'm happy that someone finally said it. I honestly don't connect with any of the newest music from either H or L. I bought H's first album purely on the strength of SOTT, but I think I actually only like three of the songs on it. I bought his second album before hearing it, and now that I've heard it, I have to say I just don't get it. I do like AIW, but the rest is just too out there for me to relate to. As for Louis, I didn't buy Walls because I honestly didn't think the songs were that great and I probably won't buy FITF for the same reason. ALso, in spite of his improvement vocally, I seem to be one of the few people to hold the very unpopular opinion that I don't think his voice is all that. *shrug* I'll still be here for both of them, mainly because I know from experience how hard it is to be publicly closeted, and I do feel for them on that score.

I think everyone is going to have different ways of enjoying fandom and enjoying celebrities. If you’re able to enjoy them without enjoying their music, then that’s cool. My general feeling is that as long as you’re not a dick towards either of them, do what you want.

There’s a very strange mentality here that if you aren’t constantly proving that you love them equally, that you secretly hate one of them. It’s just dumb.

#fandom dynamics

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okay hi i didn't see that you can customize it a little i just saw that you opened it and went GO GO GO so: if possible gentarou/kengo set for valentine's day, shou/hikaru set around a birthday (if not, no problem!)

It is time for Ginga fic! I would say that this birthday kiss gets moderately steamy when we get to it.

Shou does this thing when he's confused that isn't quite frowning, and Hikaru's pretty sure that if he says it's cute then Shou won't ever speak to him ever again. "I'm sorry, why did you want to talk privately?"

"To see if you wanted to come for yakiniku with me and some other friends tomorrow night."

The not-frown intensifies slightly. "First, what's yakiniku? Second, why?"

"Really good food, and it's actually my birthday on Saturday? But everyone's in the area right now, so I figured it'd be nice to see people. You look surprised, uh...do Victorians not do birthdays?"

"We acknowledge them." Shou shrugs. "Everyone ages. We celebrate a few milestones, but otherwise it's not a big concern."

"Ok, that makes sense. I understand if you'd rather not come, I asked to talk privately so I wouldn't put you on the spot by asking you in front of people."

"No, I'd like to." The not-frown is smoothing out, and there's a faint gleam of amusement in Shou's eyes. "I'm always interested in trying new food."

In the end everyone can come and it's very nice, although there's a bit of a wait at the yakiniku place for a table to be prepared for them. Shou ends up tucked into a corner, which doesn't seem to bother him, especially once he's gotten the hang of the grill. Hikaru sort of wishes he could get the guy to talk more, but it's not like he's really that big on casual conversation, and there are eight people at the table, so it's definitely loud enough.

Midway through the meal, though, Chigusa starts digging in her purse and says, "Oh, oh, I know you said don't bother but I brought you a birthday present, you can't tell anyone about it--" and pulls out a CD, which she passes to Tomoya to pass to him. "The other girls and I got copies early but they're not really supposed to be out, but I thought you deserved one, since, you know. Your song's on there."

Gouki says, "His...?" and Arisa elbows him and murmurs something while Hikaru's grinning down at the album cover with its bright photograph of Chigusa and the other girls in her group.

"Thank you so much," he says, "I've been looking forward to hearing the rest of it, you guys are really talented," and while Chigusa's blushing and waving away compliments he sees Shou get that puzzled not-frown again.

I'll ask him about it later, Hikaru decides, as he tucks the CD away in his jacket.

The not-frown gets smoothed away as the meal continues, and then returns to Shou's face when Misuzu digs a box of manju she made out of her bag and starts sharing it around. "It's your birthday," she says to Hikaru, "but really that's just an excuse, I'm so pleased with how this batch turned out."

Hikaru thanks her as well, of course, and tries not to be distracted by Shou's air of vague frustration.

Once the meal is over and they've paid, everyone disperses. Gouki offers to drive Hikaru back to the base, but he glances at Shou and says, "Actually I'm going to walk, the weather's really nice right now."

"I'll walk with you," Shou says, and Gouki doesn't quite give them a knowing look, because he can't really manage those, but it's obvious that he would if he could.

Once everyone's gone they do start walking, and after a few moments of silence Hikaru says, "Something's bugging you."

Shou's steps don't falter at all. "You didn't tell me that this was a gift-giving occasion."

"Well, it wasn't really supposed to be, I wasn't expecting gifts. It was nice of Chigusa to bring me a copy of her album, though. And it's always exciting to get to have some of Misuzu's sweets."

"I mean in general. Up here. Birthdays are a gift-giving occasion above ground."

"For a lot of people, sure. I mostly just like having an excuse to have a meal out and see friends."

Shou abruptly veers off their path on the edge of the road, into the thin forest beside it. Surprised, Hikaru follows him, and then is surprised further to find himself backing up into one of the larger trees when Shou turns again and advances on him. It's not menacing, but it is...something. Something which is almost, but not entirely, illuminated by Shou saying, "I did have something I wanted to give you."

"Ok." Hikaru feels suddenly warm and out of breath, although the walking hasn't been so hard. "Ok, sure, what is it?"

Shou's hand on his cheek is not so much a caress as an adjustment of position. His fingertips are callused, not heavily but enough to feel as they brush along Hikaru's jawline and tilt his face very slightly down, and his lips are a little chapped, which Hikaru is very aware of given how their mouths are suddenly pressed together. The initial kiss is short and awkward, but there's another one after it that comes more easily, and a third one which is easier still, soft and sweet and slow. When that one ends Shou pulls back a little bit and Hikaru makes half a noise in the back of his throat, leaning forward and reaching out towards--

He thumps back against the tree again, pinned by Shou's not-inconsiderable weight, his raised hands trapped awkwardly between them until he flattens them on Shou's chest. Shou's thumb presses down on his lower lip, slides into his mouth for a moment when he opens it until Shou manages to adjust his grip, and there are two hands on his face now, and this kiss is much more. Harder, longer, full of intent, very briefly full of Shou's teeth in his lower lip and then there's a garbled apology stifled by Hikaru's mouth opening, so probably that counts as the beginning of a different kiss. It's not as if Hikaru's trying to keep track, he's really mostly focused on how good Shou's mouth feels on his and how warm it's gotten and on Shou's distractingly toned thigh and how comfortably it fits between his legs.

This time, when Shou lets go of his face and leans back, he doesn't follow, because he's a little bit winded. So is Shou, for that matter. They both take a moment to catch their breath, Hikaru still hanging onto the front of Shou's shirt, and then, when his heart rate's slowed down a little bit and his lungs feel like they work, he says, "That's a good birthday gift, thank you."

Shou huffs. "It wasn't intended to be a birthday gift, it just worked out like that."

"Am I, uh." Hikaru looks down at his hands and feels his face warm back up when he realizes that his hands are still on Shou's chest. "Am I allowed to ask for another one? More of the same, I mean."

Shou is also looking down at Hikaru's hands on his chest. "Yes, but. Maybe not out here."

#raido hikaru #shou victory #fanfiction #stickers on a laptop

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