Hold Me Closer Tiny Dancer

Hold Me Closer Tiny Dancer by  Thingssicant

“I’m so excited mate. I heard Neil Young was at the bar, talking to half the fucking Beach Boys!” Niall yelled. The rest of the band held their drinks up, cheering, as if this was the best news in the world. It made Harry feel like his limbs were going to fall off.

He quickly excused himself to the bathroom, locking himself in a stall and holding his face in his hands.

“Deep breaths.” he muttered to himself. He didn’t know how long he was in there before the door opened, and he could hear footsteps walk up to the stall that could only be Louis’.

“Harry?” Louis asked, voice gentle. “What's going on? Aren’t you excited?”

“Excited? Lou are you kidding? Half of the geniuses of American music are out there! And they expect stupid little Harry Cox to play for them?” Harry yelled, voice panicked.

“I thought you were Harry Styles now.” Louis teased, only earning a groan from Harry.

Or, a Rocketman AU with a twist.

was thinking of my own green girlie again 

i'd like to thank fellow aries sir elton john for always stopping me from committing countless aries rage fuelled crimes

This is information I could easily find with a very quick internet search, but I will wonder about it out loud instead:

There's a Britney Spears and Elton John version of Tiny Dancer now!? When? Why? Not that I object, I'm just curious about how it came to be. Was it Elton's song originally? I kind of vaguely thought it was Billy Joel's, but now I'm doubting myself. Is this song about drugs? I haven't paid enough attention to the lyrics to know, but it kind of seems like it could be. But maybe it's because I always picture the tiny dancer as a little Tinker Bell sized fairy, which makes an absurd image. So drugs make more sense then that. But perhaps "tiny" just means like, someone 5'0.

But good for Britney! I'm glad she gets to be making the music she wants now. (I'm assuming the song is new.)

          Good money was good money. But this money — " heavenly " was nowhere near a good enough description for the number in front of him. Triple zeroes tailed the very satisfying number in their lead, a giant number five written in red ink. ❝ Five thousand dollars .. ❞ the detective whispers, mesmerized by the number. It had been a long time since he had so much money at once. He could afford to eat again, afford to pay the electric bill for the shabby apartment he lived in. Who knows, maybe he could soon afford a much better place! The idea itself felt euphoric, and he hadn't even received the money just yet.

          With the promise of such an award, Shuichi set out on his search for the perpetrator who had this hefty bounty on their head. A bounty he had already convinced himself he'd claim. It had been a few months since he was given a case, and the lack of work was getting to him, it was unavoidable. Being one of the latest additions to his agency's team, all the good jobs went to the detectives who were used to the dangerous work, the best in the field. But this time, the chief cut him some slack. Whether this was good karma for something he did or not, he thanked every star in the sky for this opportunity. At long last, he was needed! ( If one could even call giving the runt of the litter one of the shittiest, unsolvable cases being needed. ) The case file slapped upon his desk was paper thin, not many details and leads inside to speak of. Atop the opening page, however, was " $5,000 " written across the top, circled in sloppy red ink. As the report discloses, there's been wind of a very dangerous, underground drug dealer making black market deals all over the West side of the region. Apparently this person is so good at avoiding detection, detectives and police do not even bother going after them. He couldn't blame them. By the looks of this pathetic case file, Shuichi could only assume they got so frustrated with the lack of details that they no longer considered this man hunt a priority.

          An award such as this on the line, it was all the motivation he needed to get to work. Jumping from his work desk, Shuichi grabs his work coat off the rack and heads out the door with an unceasing gleam of determination in his eyes.

          ... It's been three days. Three days of what felt like endless sleuthing have finally lead him to a location of interest. The detective found himself in a province he did not typically visit. Leads and suspicion equally have lead him to one of the most upper class areas the province had to offer. ❝ Could someone so dangerous.. really be residing here? ❞ He'd ponder for a moment, but quickly trashed the thought. Of course it's possible. Secrets run deep, people are cruel. He has seen his fair share of the evil people do and what it can bring, no matter how trustworthy they are. Well, that was sorrowful reminiscing for another time. The more he explored the area, he closer he got to his prioritized location of interest. Eventually, he found himself standing in front of set of satin, red wine doors, matte black trim and golden doorknobs adorning it.

          ❝ Lapin de luxe. ❞

          The sign reads like something straight out of a luxurious French ad, it's vibe very obvious. The cursive was beautiful, but the real eye catcher was the provocative sketch next to the club name's logo. A depiction of a male with what appeared to be a bunny suit hanging on to a pole was printed aside the advertised title. He had heard of these types of places before, but he had never seen one with his own eyes. This was very much.. a gentleman's club.

          After taking a few moments to muster up the courage to enter a place like this, he made his way inside. As he ventured through the club's corridor, he admired the architecture. Everything looked so polished, so elegant, the complete opposite of what he had seen on television and in sleazy classic films. From across the room, beyond velvet curtains, cheering and whistling echoed from the inside. Male waiters in what appeared to the club's signature bunny uniform went in and out of the room, leaving Shuichi to only assume exactly what was going on in there. A passing waiter winks at Shuichi as he makes his way through, likely entertained by the detective's accidental staring.

          He'd be lying if he said his curiosity was not tickled, but he was here for urgent business. A quick shake of his head was his best attempt to erase the thought. Treading further into the building, he scanned the room intently as he he made his way through. Halting his trail, something caught his interest — a bar. It looked like something straight out of a regal strip in Paris; it's polished marble tabletop reflected the beautifully dim lights hanging from the ceiling above. He recognized a few of the selections of the top shelf alcohol bottles from afar, his astonishment at the sight of them luring him in. Tucking in his jacket beneath his rear, he sits at the very middle stool of the bar. The bartender, polished and handsome, greeted him with a smile. His mannerisms were a bit strange.. He staggered. He seemed hasty.

          ❝ A black tea toddy, please. One ounce scotch. ❞

          .. Two hours pass as the two exchange small talk that eventually turn into exchanges of stories. Shuichi's drink runs low, still on his first glass. Collecting his coat, he uncrosses his legs to turn in his stool, straightening his clothes as he stands back up. ❝ One more round if you would, bad habits call. ❞ He jests, placing a twenty dollar bill on the table as he pulls out his cigarette pack with the other, giving it a quick rattle as he smiled back at the obliged bartender.

          Making his way outside, he waited until he was out of the bartender's line of sight before pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. It took a moment, but he managed to successfully type out a message with one hand, reading it over for any possible grammatical error for hitting send. In the meantime, to keep up appearances in front of passerby ( who could very well be potential witnesses ), Shuichi selects the most pathetic looking cigarette of the pack to tuck it in between his lips. He hated these things; the smell, the health risks. But for the sake of the case, just this once.

          Agitation surfaces amidst his anxiety as he hastily stifles through his coat pockets, every single one. He swore he packed a lighter for this backup plan, where is it? Did he not pack one at all? Blending in with your surroundings during an investigation is one of the most important things when it came to wrapping up a successful case. He felt himself starting to panic, until .. —

Closed & plotted AU starter for @ultlie.

i love elton john and i love his music but also i cant listen to it because it makes me too insane

absolutely nothing was ever the same

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HAPPY HOLD ME CLOSER RELEASE DAY!!! 🤩💖

this song is seriously sooo good! i listened to it 3 times before i went to bed last night & woke up with it stuck in my head this morning LOL

i’m so so proud of britney!!! 🥹 i hope she knows that we all love her so much!! we just want her to be the happiest that she can be & we’ll always be here to support her! 💖

"Hold Me Closer" by Elton John & Britney Spears is out now! Remember to buy, stream, support and ask for it on the radios. This mark the first time since 2007 that Britney releases a song being a free woman, after her conservatorship ended back in november 2021. And well Elton is a legend too, do I need to say more? Enjoy!

@britneyspears is back after 6 years of musical absence. She is an incredible and innovative artist who has known how to evolve through the decades and the different generations. She is now back alongside icon Elton John on "Hold Me Closer", inspired by old Elton songs including the famous "Tiny Dancer" released in 1971. Thus, "Hold Me Closer" is my song of the day ! 🙂

#WelcomeBackBritney 😉

Man huge curses to whoever put that Tiny Dancer paraphernalia on my dash. Got me like OH HOW IT FEELS SO REAL….just going about my daily life.

[ @hold--me--closer--tiny--dancer || Continued From Here ]

[ Leo ]

He hadn’t quite expected the shaking, and Leo wasn’t the biggest fan of being touched after the fiasco a year ago. Still, he couldn’t really deny that the other’s jovial expression was much better than the frustrated glaring he’d seen a second ago.

“It’s no problem, I’ve been there, too. Didn’t have enough money for formula for my kid a couple times, when he was a baby. Hard to steal that shit, but there was this lady that worked at the supermarket that paid for it for me a few times. She was real sweet.”

And he figured paying her kindness to him and his family forward was just something she would have liked to know about.

“Anyway, man, I hope it helps. I’m uh, new in town, police department. So if you need any help, just lemme know.” He paused, before pulling a card from his breast pocket and writing a number down on it. It wasn’t like him to trust people so quickly, but this guy reminded him so much of Alex. Bright, unburdened by the harshness of the world... 

He couldn’t help himself.