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Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 0.2

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which anakin returns home from the band meeting with some exciting information about his future while you also receive some news regarding your own.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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It was nearing eight when Anakin finally returned home. You look up at him from your place on the new couch when he enters the living room, a small smile on your lips when he meets your eye. “Y/n,” he rasped as he braced his hands on either side of the doorframe. “That was a lot longer than I expected it to be. I’m sorry.”

Shrugging, you place your phone next to you on the couch and gesture for him to come over. “It’s alright, I figured it must be something important if your manager was keeping you,”

He walks further into the room and eyes the dark velvet couch. “When did this come?”

“A few hours after you left,” you answer as he sits next to you. “It came with a coffee and side table, but the delivery guys couldn’t put them together for me. I told them my boyfriend would.” You give him a teasing grin and he shakes his head.

“Yeah, alright,” he mumbles and leans back. “I’ll have one of the guys come over tomorrow or something and we’ll put together all the new furniture.”

You nod and move closer to him. “Okay,” you trace your fingers up and down his arm that didn’t have any tattoos at all and debate on whether or not you should tell him that you ended up sending in an application to that school in London. If you told him now then didn’t get in, you’d be embarrassed, but then again, you knew he would never let you feel embarrassed about anything, so what the hell. “I sent an application in for that program.”

Anakin lifts his head and looks over at you. “For the one in London?” He asks and you nod. He gives you a somewhat forced smile and reaches over to lace his fingers with yours. “That’s great, baby. You’ll get accepted, you’re too smart not to.”

You grin and press a kiss to the back of his hand. “Still down for coming with me?” He stiffened a bit then tried to play it off, but you caught onto it. “What? Did you change your mind?”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s not that. London would be so fucking fun to go to with you, but I’m not sure I’d actually be able to,”

You furrow your brows. “Why not?”

He looks conflicted for a second before finally meeting your eyes as he sits up straight. “Helena says we’ve been given a few extra locations to perform at. They’ve been added to the tour, basically,”

You give him a confused look. “But the tour is over. It has been for months,”

“I know, but it’s been extended as of the end of this month,” he says and you break eye contact in order to stare at the floor in slight shock.

“They can do that?”

“I guess so,” he mumbled. “She also wants us to record more songs as soon as we’ve got a draft ready. Something about needing to keep the hype alive and to get people excited for the new tour locations.”

You nod slowly and turn back to face him, giving him a weary expression. “So, what does that mean? You’re going back on tour?”

Anakin shrugs sadly. “Yeah, in a few weeks,” he confirms and runs his thumb over your knuckles. “But I don’t want this to affect your decision of going to that school, okay? I want to go with you, and I want you to come with me, but I also want you to do this for yourself. You’ve worked too hard to not give it a try.”

A silence passes over the two of you for a few seconds as you try to process everything.

Anakin was going on tour again, and you had just applied for the writing program. He wanted you to go with him, but he also wanted you to go to London. The course would only be a few months, so you wouldn’t be away from him for too long, but it still didn’t make it any easier.

“I might not even get in,” you remind him and move so you’re pressed against his side. “And I want to go with you. Who else will silently cheer you on from backstage?”

He pulls you tight against him and kisses the side of your head. “Hopefully no one,” he says. “Your spot backstage is just that, yours. It’s no one else’s….even if you can’t come with me this time.”

You hum and fist his shirt in your hand. “We’ll just have to see what happens,”

After you and Anakin spend the rest of the night on the couch and in each other’s arms, you end up heading to bed at one in the morning. It was nearing ten when you pulled yourself out of the empty bed and made your way down the hall, pausing as you passed by the living room.

Anakin is busy hooking up the TV as you lean against the doorframe, eyeing his shirtless torso. “Wow, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” you tease and watch as he turns to look over at you.

“Wow, look who got up after me for once,” he teased back as he hooked up the HDMI cord.

“I know, I’m surprised, too,” you say and push off the frame. “Why are you up so early, anyway?”

Anakin plugs the TV cord into the wall before pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your lips. “Vin called me a while ago,” he answered. “I answered it before it woke you up, too, and I couldn’t fall asleep after that. Figured I’d get a start on hooking this up.”

He gestured to the TV and you nodded, nuzzling closer to him. “Is he coming over later?”

“Yeah, him and Theo,” he said. “We’re going to write a bit after putting together the coffee table and your shelf, that was the deal I made with them.”

You shake your head and laugh. “Now that is not surprising,”

He laughs and sets the cord down to give you his full attention. “Hey, have you heard back from that program yet? Did you check your email for any follow ups?”

Your smile drops a bit as you shake your head. “No,” you answer.

Anakin gives you a small grin as he presses a kiss to your temple. “I bet you had the best application that school has ever seen,” he hypes you up and it helps more than he probably knew. You were smiling by the time he added, “You’ll hear back soon, I’m sure, and with good news.”

You grin and he kisses you again, much deeper than the last one. It made it hard to pull away from, but you somehow managed to so you could go make something to eat.

As you wait for the stove to heat up so you can make pancakes, you go on Instagram and immediately let out a scream at the first post that showed up in your feed. At the sound of your scream, Anakin practically sprints into the kitchen and looks around as if scanning the room for any sign of immediate danger. “What? What’s wrong?”

You look up at him and meet his eye as you say, “You, you’re what’s wrong,”

Anakin gives you a confused look as he takes your phone from you when you shoved it into his hand. He hesitantly takes his eyes off you in order to find out what made you scream like that, and almost immediately felt his face heat up at what he was met with on your phone. “I…oh,”

“When the fuck did you get those taken? And why the fuck didn’t you give me a warning so I could’ve mentally prepared myself to see that?”

Anakin’s lips sport an embarrassed smile as he hands your phone back to you. “I didn’t realize that they were posting those today,” he says, referring to the photos from the shoot he did during his last week on tour. He was called in for a quick interview with SLACKERS Magazine and had a couple pictures taken to go with the interview, but he completely forgot about it until now.

It was done on the day you were stuck in the bus with food poisoning, so you really had no idea he had even done this, and he probably should have given you a heads up, but he genuinely just forgot. The photo that was on the cover was one of him shirtless and covered in mud, and he was surprised that he actually had a lot of fun taking those pictures. That was his first time on a photoshoot set, and he knew it wouldn’t be his last.

“You didn’t realize? What the fuck, Ani! You look hot,” you gushed over him as you scrolled through the pictures again. “You really need to make an Instagram account so you can post these. Imagine all the likes you’d get.”

He instantly shot that idea down. “Not a chance,”

“Oh, come on, Ani, it’s fun! You can read all the sappy captions I’ve written about you over the past four years,” you teased and he just laughed.

“That’s tempting,” he shook his head with a smile and pressed a quick kiss to your mouth. “I’ll think about it.”

You playfully roll your eyes and push on his chest. “Don’t be such an old man and get Instagram,”

He softly glared at you. “I said I’d think about it,” he called out as he left the kitchen in order to get the TV working before the guys came over.

“Quit being such an old man and make an account,” Vinny mumbled as he scribbled down a potential lyric onto a page of the notebook in front of him.

Anakin sits up straight, pausing the flicking of his pencil as he looks over at his friend. “You’re the second person that called me an old man today,” he says and ignores the quiet laugh that leaves Theo from his spot on the ottoman. “Y/n called me that, too.”

Vinny shrugged, looking up from the notebook. “She’s not wrong, man,” he replied and tossed the book aside so he could lean back on the couch. “You’re missing out, that’s all. Our band’s account has over three million followers now, and I bet you had no idea.”

Anakin’s eyes widen in shock as he sets his own notebook down. “Seriously? Three million?” He asks and both Vinny and Theo nod at him. “Y/n updates me sometimes, but we were barely at two million the last time she told me.”

Vinny shrugged again and leaned over to sip on his beer. “That was probably before we released Sugar,” he thought out loud. “That song did really well and gave us a lot of exposure on TikTok.”

Smirking, Anakin looks away before he slipped up and told the guys what inspired him to write that song - as if the lyrics weren’t enough of a giveaway. A month before moving to this apartment, Anakin went down on you in the middle of packing and was instantly hit with a song idea after he got you off. He even postponed your offer of a round two in order to scribble out a draft of the song.

He refined it a week later and got the guys to add whatever they wanted to it, and a few weeks after that it was released.

The song was very obviously about going down on a girl, more specifically, you, and he supposed that was enough to get them trending on that dumb app once again.

“We should add Sugar to the setlist,” Theo suggested as he strummed the strings on his bass.

Anakin perked up at that as he dropped the book onto the coffee table he and Vinny put together an hour or so ago and pulled out his phone. “That’s a great idea,” he agreed and knew that would probably be his new favorite song to perform live. He scrolled through the app store and muttered something under his breath before installing Instagram.

After messing around with the app for a bit, he had made his username ‘anakin_skywalker’ and uploaded a photo you took of him when he was looking out the window of the tour bus a few months back as his profile picture. He browsed through his gallery before settling on a selfie of the two of you he took on the last day of tour. You were both smiling and squinting at the camera as you tried to block the sun from your eyes, and it was probably one of his favorite photos of you and him.

He made that picture his first post with the caption being a simple red heart.

Anakin was still shocked to see that the band’s account did, in fact, have over three million followers when he followed it himself, as well as Vinny, Theo and you. Once he’s done stalking your account and scrolling through all the photos of you he had never seen before, he sets his phone down and that is when he hears the door to the bedroom open and the sound of fast paced footsteps coming down the hall.

“Anakin! You made an account!” You cheer as you throw yourself onto his lap. “I knew you’d give in.”

He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Not really, I just wanted to see if we really did hit three million followers. Thanks for telling me, by the way,”

“Oh, whatever,” you scoffed and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Your first post is us! I love that picture.”

Anakin grinned down at you. “Me too, princess,” he kissed you quickly. “But I’m a bit annoyed that I had to put a stupid underscore in my username. Seriously, who the fuck took ‘anakinskywalker’ when that’s literally the most unique name ever?”

“Fan account, probably,” Vinny answered before waving at you. “Hey, Y/n. Will we be blessed to have you join us on tour again?”

You tense a bit in Anakin’s arms, something you’re sure he noticed but didn’t say anything about, thankfully. “Maybe. I applied for this program thing that is set around the same time the tour starts,”

“Ah,” Vinny nods and smiles at you. “That’s cool.”

“It’s very cool,” Anakin corrects him as he slides one hand up to caress the back of your head. “My girl’s the smartest one out of all of us combined.”

Theo tilts the neck of his beer bottle in your direction. “Now that’s very true,” he smiled at you and you shook your head, wrapping one arm around your boyfriend’s shoulders.

“You think too highly of me, all of you,” you brush off their words and stand up. Anakin reluctantly lets you go and leans back against the couch, eyeing the small tattoo on the side of your wrist as you look at your phone. “Wow, Ani, you’ve already got nineteen thousand followers.”

“Fuck,” he laughed and looked at your screen when you showed him. “Is it too late to delete it now?”

“Yes,” you confirm and lean down to place a chaste kiss to his mouth. “So don’t bother.”

Anakin tries to pull you back onto his lap, but you just grin at him before pulling away completely and shoving your phone in your pocket.

“I’ll leave you guys to continue writing and go get dinner,” you say and begin to back out of the room “Any requests?”

“Get Chinese food,” Theo suggests, adding a quick “Please” once he saw the glare Anakin gave him at his demanding words to you.

You laugh and lightly slap Anakin’s shoulder, instantly making his glare soften. “Be nice, it’s okay,” you murmur. “Chinese food it is. I’ll be back soon.”

Anakin watched your retreating form until you disappeared around the corner and left through the door. When he turned back to the guys, he found them smirking at him. “Dude, you are so whipped,” Vinny laughed as he picked up his notebook.

Anakin rolled his eyes. “As if I wasn’t already aware of that,”

“How will you make it without her if she does this program thing?” Theo asks, making Anakin look over at the blond.

He really hadn’t thought about it, simply because he didn’t want to imagine going on tour without you there to cheer him on from backstage. He wanted you to do this program and wanted you to make a career out of it, but he also wanted you with him every day.

For nearly five years he hadn’t spent longer than a week away from you, and that was including all the times he had to sneak you into his parents house back when you were both seventeen.

He couldn’t imagine spending more than a couple months without you. In fact, he was sure he physically couldn’t be away from you for that long. “I don’t know,” he answered as honestly as he could, not wanting to come off as even more whipped for you. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

The guys just nod and go back to writing lyrics and notes, leaving Anakin to get lost inside his own head as he thought about the very real possibility of having to be without you in a few weeks.

A week goes by and Anakin has yet to see what the hype about Instagram is.

He had over five hundred thousand followers now and still only one post, and even that had over three hundred thousand likes. He really only went on it to do exactly what you knew he would, which is to read your sappy but very romantic captions about him.

Your latest one was probably his favorite so far, and it was a harsh dig at him.

Y/nY/l/n: my 21 year old bf finally got ig and already has more followers than me and i’ve been here for seven years. seven. years. let that sink in, show off. you can delete it now.

The picture was one of you and him on the couch, both your tongues sticking out and hazy looks in your eyes.

He had to laugh because you both looked high, despite neither of you ever touching a drug a day in your lives. Alcohol, on the other hand…well that’s a different story.

“Maybe making an Instagram account was a bad idea,” Vinny commented as he looked over at Anakin from his place on the chair. “The dude won’t stop stalking his girlfriend’s account even though he lives with her.”

“What did you expect? More than half our songs are about Y/n,” Theo added and Anakin just shook his head and pocketed his phone.

“You’d be the same way if you landed yourselves a girl like her,” was all he said as he sat up in his own chair.

“Hey, Clara is amazing, too,” Vinny defended his girlfriend, but there was no doubting that yours and Anakin’s relationship is a lot stronger than his and Clara’s. “And Theo is just a lost cause.”

Theo stuck his middle finger up as the two other guys laughed. “Thanks, asshole,” he mumbled as he looked back down at his phone.

Vinny narrowed his eyes. “You’ve been looking at that all morning, man,” he points out. “Is everything okay?”

Anakin, too, noticed Theo’s recent phone obsession, but isn’t as vocal as Vinny is about that kind of thing, clearly. Vinny had no problem calling people out, and Anakin had to appreciate it to an extent, because he had been called out by him more times than he could count on one hand. It saved his ass many times when he got into disagreements with you and Vinny was the one who told him he needed to apologize.

Theo sighed and placed his phone on the coffee table. “It’s my mom,” he said as he crossed his arms. “She’s been feeling really sick lately and my sister and I are getting pretty worried about her.”

“Damn,” Vinny said under his breath, suddenly feeling bad about calling out his friend now.

“Is she okay? Should you be going back on tour right now with her feeling sick?” Anakin asked as he leaned over and braced his elbows on his knees.

“She’s just not well, man,” Theo shrugged. “I told her about the tour and she said that I should go have fun and that Mary can look after her while I’m gone.”

Anakin nods and shares a look with Vinny. “We can ask Helena if we can push the tour back a few more months,” Vinny offers, but Theo just shook his head.

“No, it’s alright,” he waved his bandmates off. “I want to go back on tour. It’ll take my mind off it.”

“Okay,” Anakin said and leaned back in the chair. “Just keep us updated.”

Theo nodded as he asked, “Where is Helena, anyway?”

Vinny shrugged and leaned back. “She’s usually on time, so whatever is keeping her must be important,”

As if on cue, the door to the lounge opens and in walks their manager, done up in dress pants and a blouse. Her heels are loud against the floor as she makes her way over to them, a smile on her painted red lips and a folder in her hand. “Sorry, boys,” she apologizes as she sits next to Theo around the coffee table. “Traffic is no joke in this part of the city.”

Anakin laughs in agreement as he, too, got held up earlier this morning but still managed to make it to the studio by ten in the morning. “No worries, we get it,”

She gives him a grateful smile as she places her papers onto the table and leans over to scatter them around. “Okay, so you all know that you’re the first band I’ve ever managed, so we’re really learning how to do this together,” she starts, looking up at the three of them. “I was thinking that we need to do something to promote the shows that have been added. The tour ended a couple months ago, and I’m sorry to say this, but Sugar can only get us so far. It was a hit, yeah, but the fans need more. I’m really going to need you guys in the studio and making more music than you have so far. If you want to keep doing this for many years to come, we need more songs out by the time the next tour comes around.”

The thought of not singing or making music in the future was one Anakin didn’t want to think about, so he quickly pushed back his witty remarks and sat up even straighter, giving Helena his full attention as she began to go over a possible option for promo.

You were at home alone and bored as Anakin had been whisked away to yet another band meeting.

You were organizing your books when your phone went off from its place on the desk. Standing up from your crouched position and pushing away the box of hard covers, you grab your phone and click on the notification. It brought you to your email and your eyes widened a bit when you read the subject.

Y/n, Congratulations!

Your hand was shaking a bit as you clicked on the email and read the first sentence.

Dear Y/n,

We are thrilled to congratulate you on your acceptance into the Writing Program here at the Dun-Walsh Academy.

You nearly dropped your phone as you read through the email about ten times before it really hit you.

You did it. You got accepted. You did it.

You squeal a bit and jump up and down on the spot while hugging your phone to your chest, wishing that Anakin would hurry up and come home so you could share the news with him.

Anakin.

You stopped jumping instantly as you remembered that he is going on tour again in a couple of weeks and wouldn’t be able to go with you to London like he wanted to.

“Shit,” you curse to yourself as you read the email again.

You wanted to attend this school a lot more than you initially thought, but you also didn’t want to go without Anakin. You wanted to go on tour with him again and be his quiet cheerleader backstage.

“Fuck,” you curse again and walk out of the shared office and into the living room. Sitting down on the couch and picking at your nails, you debate your options.

One; go to London, take the program and miss out on Anakin’s tour.

Or,

Two; bail on the program and go on tour with him.

You were missing out on something either way.

There will be other writing opportunities, right?

As awful as it sounds, you would rather choose Anakin over your own future, and that was a scary thought, but it was true.

You were sitting there for about fifteen minutes before the door swung open and the sound of footsteps was heard. “Baby?” Anakin called out and you sat up a bit and set your phone aside.

“In the living room,” you called back and watched as your boyfriend entered the room not even a second later. “Hi.”

“Hey, pretty girl,” he said back as he leaned down to place a deep kiss to your mouth. He caressed your face as he pulled you back in for another quick peck before grinning down at you. “I missed you.”

“I missed you,”

He smiled again and moved to sit next to you. “What’d you get up to today?”

You shrugged and picked up your phone again. “Nothing too exciting,” you answer. “Just sorted through a few more boxes.”

Anakin nodded and ran the tips of his fingers along the skin of your bare thigh. Your shorts did nothing to cover your legs from his intense gaze, and you swallow harshly as he mumbles a “That’s good,” in his deep, raspy voice. He leaned in to kiss you again, a much deeper one than before, and you moan quietly against his mouth. He hummed as he pulled away, “I love that sound.”

“Some would say you love it so much that you would put it in a song,” you teased, referring to the fact that he did include a recording of your moan in a song.

He shrugged, smirking at you as he said, “The world needed to hear how hot you sound in bed,”

“Mhm, sure,”

Anakin shrugged again before dropping the smirk a bit and moving to hold your hand in his. “Something’s on your mind,” he commented, lacing your fingers together and resting your joined hands on his thigh. “What is it?”

You knew he would be able to read you like an open book as soon as he returned home, so you didn’t bother hiding how you were feeling from him. “I heard back from that school,” you say and watch as he nods, urging you to continue. “I got accepted.”

Anakin stays still as his eyes flicker all over your face. His hand tightened around yours just slightly as he exhaled through his nose before smiling over at you. “I knew you would,” he brought your hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “I’m so proud of you.”

Unable to stop yourself, you move so you’re straddling him and his hands are on your hips instantly. “But you’re going back on tour,” you point out. “You can’t come with me to London.”

Anakin gives you a forced smile. “We’ll figure it out,” he assured you, but it didn’t help much. “Yeah, I’m going on tour, but that’s my future. This is yours.”

You bite down on your lip as you process his words. “But we’ve never been away from each other for that long,” you nearly whisper. “Not since we were in high school.”

“It’s okay, baby,” he promised, kissing your forehead. “We’ll be fine, we always are. It’s only a few months, and I think Helena said that one of the new tour locations is in London, so you can come see that one. I’ll need my biggest fan at one of the shows, at least.”

You nod and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I’ll give it up for you,” you murmured. “You know that.”

“I know you would,” he responds and pulls you against his chest. “And I love you for that, but I can’t hold you back from making a potential career out of this. I couldn’t, not after you’ve been so supportive of me and the band.”

You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder. “We have two weeks until the tour,” you inform him. “Two weeks until I need to be in London.”

Anakin pulled you even closer, inhaling your sweet vanilla scent he knew he would be missing for months. “Then we better start making up for lost time now,”

And that was how you found yourself completely exposed to his lust filled eyes as you break in the new couch by fucking him on it.

Your clothing was strewn around the room and some of it hung off the couch as you sunk down on him at a fast pace. You were both pent up and anxious about having to spend three months away from one another, and you were putting that frustration into the way you fucked yourself onto him. “I love you, Ani,” you promised as you grind your hips against his.

Anakin tilted his head so it was against the backrest of the couch, his firm grip on your waist helping you move on him. “I love you, too,” he said under his breath, sliding one hand to the front of your body so his thumb can rub harsh circles onto your clit. “I’m so fucking proud of you, princess. I always am.”

You sigh as you lean down to connect your lips in a kiss. “You feel so good, Ani,” you whispered, brushing your lips against his as you spoke. “Gonna make me come.”

“I want you to, baby,” he rasped, pinching your clit in a way that left you shaking against him. “I want it all over me.”

Your body shook a bit as your orgasm ripped through you, the rolling of your hips stalling as you cried out against his mouth. “Fuck, Ani, fuck,” you whine as he grips your waist to be able to thrust up into you.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured as he kissed all over your neck, the relentless clench of your walls making his vision blur a bit. “My good girl.”

His sweet praises make you whimper and cling to him tightly. “Anakin, please,” you begged. You were so sensitive, but you also needed to feel him fill you up because you would be missing out on the feeling of him for months.

You seriously couldn’t believe you were considering leaving him for three months. That’s a whole quarter of a year. Your five year anniversary is coming up next month, are you really willing to spend your half a decade milestone away from him?

“Please…what?” He teased, but his voice wasn’t mocking at all. “What, pretty girl? What do you need?”

Your body shook as you tried your best to hold yourself up. “I need you,” you whispered and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling his body right up against yours. “Need it.”

“Yeah? You need it?” He asked, sliding his hands up your back and pulling you roughly down against him. His lips press against yours with every fuck of his hips and he filled you so well, you didn’t think you could ever get enough of him. “Need me to fill you up? Keep you nice and full for when those London boys think they have a chance with you?”

“God, Anakin,” you moan, rarely ever getting to see his jealous side come out. He never had a reason to get jealous as yours and his relationship was pretty obvious to anyone with eyes, so no one ever tried anything with either of you. Sure, people looked, but that was as far as it went. “Do it.”

And Anakin was never one to deny your wishes.

With a couple more thrusts he was spilling himself deep within your wet walls and painting you white. “There you go, princess,” he grunts. “Take it.”

You moan breathlessly and release your tight grip on him, softly running your hands through his hair. “Fuck,”

Anakin laughs quietly, wrapping his arms around you and gently rubbing your hips in his large hands. “We’re going to have to do that non-stop until we’re both satisfied enough to be able to not have sex for three months,”

You smile at him, brushing your nose against his as you say, “I’ll come visit whenever I can. Honestly, I don’t think I can go that long without you,”

“Me either,” he agreed. “Please, come visit me whenever you can. I’ll buy the plane ticket or whatever you’ll use to come back to me, but please, come visit me.”

You nod and nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. “You know I will, Ani,”

While you were both reassured for now, doubts and worries were beginning to linger in the backs of both yours and Anakin’s heads, but neither of you would ever admit it.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 1 month

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if you're still taking requests, could you write 15. “touch yourself, i want to watch” with boyfriend!Tony, young or not, you choose! thxxx

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PAIRING || Boyfriend!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Pregnant!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 1K

SUMMARY || Being away from your boyfriend is never fun, but usually, you can get through it relatively okay. However, since you got pregnant and you’re carrying a set of twins, your hormones have gone all crazy, leaving you needier than ever before for him. This results in a FaceTime call Tony won’t forget anytime soon.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || College AU. Pregnancy fic. Established relationship. Explicit sexual content.

SMUT || Teasing. Dirty talk. Praise. Pregnancy kink. Lactation kink. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Phone/FaceTime sex. Stripping/striptease. Handjob. Fingering. Masturbation (F+M).

A/N || This is written for my Summer of Drabbles. Nonnie, I cannot even begin to explain how much fun I had while writing this! I always enjoy giving a little insight into these two and their dynamic, so I think this is a perfect addition to their story! This is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1, I love you so much, bestie! 🤍

EVENTS @fandombingo || A Familiar Face @tonystarkbingo #8005 || Thirst

Photo: Source || Other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Young!Tony Stark || Summer of Drabbles

"Touch yourself; I want to watch."

No, "Hello, how are you?" or "Hi!" is said by you as your boyfriend, Tony, answers your FaceTime call. It just won't do when you're feeling needy for your boyfriend, and he's not there with you to relieve the longing between your thighs. A smirk is visible on your boyfriend's face, making his glasses slide down his nose a bit, making him look adorable.

"Hello to you, Sunshine; how's your trip?" he asks, and you let out a frustrated huff in response, as that's so not the point of your call. You'd get to the small talk later. First, you need to do something about your growing arousal. Ever since you got pregnant about seven months ago, your hormones have been all over the place, and your libido has been raised exponentially, which is how you two have gotten into this situation, to begin with.

"Yeah, yeah, fine! Now, can we move on?" you ask, a hint of frustration in your voice that your boyfriend can't help but smile at. He feigns innocence for just a few more moments, claiming not to know what you're talking about, but then he gives in. The last thing he'd want to do is make you feel frustrated.

"I'm gonna give you a nice show; what do you think of that, Sunshine? Are you gonna watch as I take off layer after layer of my clothes until I'm completely naked for you?" he asks, his voice low as he does, and you immediately nod. Your eyes are roaming over every inch of skin he exposes, layers being sensually pulled off his body as he shows himself off to you. Soft moans keep escaping at the sight, your fingers playing gently with yourself so you won't cum before it has even started.

The moment his shirt is lifted agonizingly slow over his muscular torso, you lean in a little to get an even better view, the veins on his arms making them look like works of art that you can't wait to explore the second you're back in New York. The next thing to go is his pants, which he unbuttons quickly, though he takes his sweet time pulling them down, a smile appearing on your features as you realize he's not wearing any underwear, his cock hard and straining the denim fabric of his jeans.

A soft gasp slips past your lips as it springs free with an audible splat against his abs, and you can't get enough of the sight in front of you. His hand wraps around his length, a groan coming from deep in his chest as his large, calloused hand glides over the velvet skin of his cock, the veins adorning it only adding to the pleasure. Meanwhile, all you can think about is sitting on it again and feeling how it fills you up the way only your boyfriend can.

"Sunshine," he says gently, guiding your attention back to his face instead of his cock, warmth spreading over your face as you realize he caught you staring. A dopey smile is on his lips as you make eye contact again, and your heart skips a beat at seeing your boyfriend's striking, familiar face. The face you've committed to memory, and the one you can stare at for hours without ever getting bored.

"I believe it's your turn now. I've been missing your beautiful, perfect body, and I can't wait much longer to have a look. Been thinking of the way your round belly feels under my fingertips and the way you clench around my fingers and cock when I rub it softly," he says, his eyes showing nothing but thirst over your body. While your pregnancy has changed a lot of things about you and your body, Tony has embraced every single change, only becoming more turned on as well with every passing day.

"Hmm, and the way your tits produce the sweetest milk for me to drink, fuck!" he exclaims as he grips the base of his cock, your dress now on the floor as well as you spread yourself open for your boyfriend to the best of your abilities. He has the perfect sight of the way your fingers dip into your tight, dripping pussy and rub circles over your sensitive, throbbing clit as your high builds quickly.

"Fuck, Sunshine, you don't have any idea what you do to me right now. Makes me so fucking hard to see you play with yourself. Just a needy little slut wanting to see her boyfriend's cock now that she's not with him. I promise you I will fucking ruin you when you're back, Sunshine. Every single hole will be used until all you can think of is me," he says, his breath quickly picking up as he does while your orgasm approaches quickly.

"'M so close, Sunshine," Tony groans, and you nod in response, unable to talk as he jerks himself faster, both of you moaning in unison until you fall apart on your fingers, shortly followed by your boyfriend as he paints his abs and chest with cum before scooping some of it up and swallowing it, humming at the taste.

"I love you so much, Sunshine, and I can't wait to have you and our twins back soon," he says with a deep red blush on his cheeks, his glasses sliding further down again. You rub your belly as you reposition yourself, and that's when they decide to kick again, making you smile.

"Oh, I wish you could feel them kicking right now, My Love; I think our adventure woke them up!" you joke, and Tony looks at your belly with so much love that it makes your heart swell with it, too. You have rarely felt more loved than you do now, even though you're on the other side of the country.

Your love for each other knows no bounds, and this moment definitely cements that for you both.

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baileypie-writes · 9 months

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Hii! I'm srry for requesting sm but can I plz request a Velvet and Veneer oneshot with a preteen sister??

Basically, One day reader invites one of her friends over and reader starts to realize she's growing feelings for her friend (u can name readers friend whatever) and reader confesses to her friend, leading them to having their first kiss. Velvet and Veneer are shocked and confused. But the reader was js scared of coming out to them??

A/N ~ Sure Hope you enjoy!

~I Like Girls~

Velvet and Veneer + Queer!Younger Sister!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Familial

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Synopsis: Velvet and Veneer find out that you like girls after confessing to your friend.

Warnings: Reader coming out(also technically Veneer), Velvet and Veneer spying on Reader and her friend

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There she went, talking about her interests again. You’d think one would get tired of hearing about the same thing over and over again by the same person, but not you. In fact, you love it when she does this.

Skylar was your best friend. But recently, you’ve realized that your feelings towards her might not be so platonic. Tonight, after listening to her talk, you’re now certain that you have a crush on her. You love how happy she looks, just talking about something she loves. You love how expressive she is with her hands as she does so.

Skylar suddenly stops. “Oh sorry, I’m probably boring you, aren’t I?” She asks, becoming embarrassed.

“Oh, no! Not at all! I love hearing about your interests!” You reassured her.

She smiled, looking down to avoid eye contact, still a bit embarrassed. You took a deep breath. You’re gonna tell her. Trying to hype yourself up in your head, you sat up straight, and started the confession.

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“Why did you insist on going on a snack run, Veneer?” Velvet complained, all while holding a few grocery bags in her arms.

“Because, we were running low! And I wanna make sure sis and her friend have choices!” Veneer explained, making Velvet groan.

The two were approaching your bedroom door. Veneer opened his mouth, about to surprise you, but what he heard from inside made him shut it immediately.

“I like you.”

Velvet and Veneer snapped their heads to face one another, both giving the same shocked and confused expression. They quietly leaned closer, looking in through the small crack in the door.

“Like, not as a friend. I wasn’t sure before, but tonight really made me realize it. You’re just so cool, and fun. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I’m not sure if you like girls so…” You paused awkwardly. You looked away, rubbing the back of your neck. You awaited her possible rejection. A small laugh, and a hand on yours made your heart jump.

“I like you too!” Skylar said, much to your delight. You were still frozen, not exactly sure what to do. But Skylar did. She leaned forward, and put her lips on yours. You happily leaned into the kiss.

After a few seconds, you pulled away. The two of you said nothing, just smiled at each other. Suddenly, you heard your door creak open.

Velvet and Veneer stood outside, mouths hung open.

“Oh my god, did you guys see all that?” You asked, praying that you were wrong. Skylar burst into laughter.

“Why didn’t you tell us you liked girls?!” Veneer asked in shock, avoiding your question.

“I didn’t know how you guys would react!”

“How?! I’m literally gay! I thought it was obvious!”

“Yeah! It’s so obvious!” Velvet chimed in.

“I mean- well yeah! But you never confirmed it!”

“I thought I didn’t have to!”

All while you and Veneer went back and forth, Skylar was dying. She thought this was the funniest thing ever. After Velvet decided that it’s gone on long enough, she cut you two off.

“So, you got a girlfriend now?” She asked.

You looked back at Skylar, silently asking if you did. She nodded enthusiastically, making you smile big.

“Yeah, I do!”

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~~baileypie-writes

#baileypie-writes #trolls 3 band together #trolls 3 #trolls 3 x reader #trolls 3 velvet #trolls 3 veneer #trolls velvet #trolls veneer #velvet x reader #veneer x reader #velvet x reader platonic #veneer x reader platonic

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brights-place · 6 months

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Can I ask a platonic fam oneshot about Velvet and Veneer with a lil siblings that does folkloric dance?

Im sorry I just find funny the idea of a kid reader doing la danza de los machetes when they big siblings are super famous 😭

But any folkloric dance it's okay lmao

You can ignore this request dw, please drink water and rest all you need, virtual hugs 🫂🫂

Velvet & Venneer’s Lil sibling who does folkloric

Pairings: Venner and Velvet X Reader (Platonically)

Warnings: Swearing, Crimp abuse, Fluff

A/N: This one is fun to write since I didn't know what folkloric dance was at first before I listened and watched soem videos about it and it was so lovely! sorry it's short im so sleepy!

- Velvet and Veener superstar artists who were glamorous and then there was you... In the background just vibing as you eat some food before looking towards your siblings who sweat drop at you - Veener and Velvet buy you your costumes for your dancing cause they got that popstar money yk yk - They attend all your dance's and Velvet pretends to hate going to watch your dances but she actually enjoys it so much and makes sure Veener is recording all of it - if someone makes fun of you doing folklofic dancing venner and velvet would go off on whoever talks shit - Velvet makes sure you pratice she dosen't want you to be a failure

- When people ask velvet and venner about what you do they flex about you doing folkloric dancing - Baile folklórico, "folkloric dance" in Spanish, also known as ballet folklórico, is a collective term for traditional cultural dances that emphasize local folk culture with ballet characteristics – pointed toes, exaggerated movements, highly choreographed. - She makes you practice a lot but Venner tries to convince her to give you breaks but he does also remind you its velvets way of trying to care for you. - You love showing your dances towards Veneer and Velvet sometimes if you feel proud about it - Velvet likes to do your hair and make sure the outfits look great on you if its a dress she makes sure its perfect if its a suit she makes sure to iron it properly - Venner hums to the music and enjoys how you move around as he is a very proud older brother and clapping to the beat and hyping you up. - Velvet and Venner may be troll kidnapping artists but you didn't know that at all - Though when you run into their makeup room while they were gone to fix your suit real quick you stubled upon Flyd in a perfume bottle making you worry about your older siblings and what they were doing - The worry in your eyes made you scared of what else your older siblings who you looked up to have done...

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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0547 · 2 months

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a/n: late bday special for childe, reader and him r still new in their relationship, im getting better at writing a bit…

a red velvet cupcake was sitting on your desk, with a single lit birthday candle poked into the cream cheese frosting.

before you could take a closer look at it, your office door bangs open and childe enters the room, practically prancing into your private office. you don’t even look at him as you lift the confectionery in the air, eyeing it closely.

“i sent you a birthday letter yesterday in advance.” you say, plopping down on your chair, peeling the cupcake cup. “—no need reminders for me to wish you.”

you take a bite of the sweet, setting it down aside and gather today’s fatui agent reports in your hands, waiting for childe to reply.

you do finally look up at him when he still doesn’t say anything, and realization hits when you meet his pleading, puppy-like eyes.

“please?” he tries, leaning close to your desk.

“no.”

“archons!” you screech, nearly missing a direct hit from the primo geovishap’s tail snap. of course, the ideal gift for your boyfriend’s birthday, spending quality time fighting a gigantic monster together.

“having fun, baby?” he giggles, striking a huge slash on one of the fat legs. you knew he was holding back for you, let’s be honest, he does primo geovishaps like normal people do hillchurls.

you hate that he thinks this all that you’re capable of, but since you wouldn’t ever agree to a one on one duel with him, this was the closest he could get to see you in combat. a genuine fascination from him you would never understand.

the beast roared in agony of it’s injuries, the sound echoing throughout the underground, causing a large sediment to fall right above where you were standing.

you looked up to see an arrow shooting through the solid earth, bursting the sediment into bits of rock and water before it can hit you. you catch childe’s eye, and you feel your heart swell, but your ears are starting to ring from the noise.

the harbinger laughs as you muster all your strength and threw your electro infused sword directly into the creature’s eye, bringing it crashing to the side in a thundering noise that made the ground shake.

you dust your hands and crouched, breathing heavily while keeping your eyes to the ground. childe’s arms were immediately around you, bringing your head close to his chest and kisses your forehead.

“you okay? was this too much? i’m sorry.” he entwines his fingers with yours, rubbing his calloused thumb against your gloved hand.

“this? literally piece of cake. hardly broke a sweat,” you lie, smiling up at him. “and happy birthday. now you know how weak i am.” you snort, kissing his cheek.

he frowns. “i don’t think you’re weak. that was pretty badass to me. you gave the final blow.” he says, looking up at the fallen monster.

logically speaking, he was a harbinger. he’s definitely seen battles more badass than your low stamina performance.

he looks down back at you, and squishes your face with one hand. “why are you pouting?”

you shake your head. “i’ll get stronger. i won’t waste this vision, i’ll train and work hard.” you say, determined.

“and then can we duel?” he asks hopefully.

“no.”

“c’mon!,” he whines. “can i at least help you train? think of it as this year’s birthday present.” he tries to get closer to your face, but you push his face away.

“you already used up your birthday wish this year.” you reminded him. and he pouts at you.

[reblog if you want, as it helps me plenty.]

#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #0547writes

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0cta9on · 2 months

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Do you have smuts idea you finally scrap (like literally scrap no plan to write it again)? Can you give an example (the idol + kinks you supposed to write) Are you okay if other people write it?

Hello anon! I actually have quite a few scrapped ideas from when I first started writing on here. A lot of them are basically just generic porn plots. I don't mind listing them out if anyone wants to take them :>

Mile high club with Yuna, I got inspired by those airport photos when they were going to the Philippines for that one awards show whose name evades me atm. People have done basically everything you could do with this concept, so I didn't really feel like doing it again.

Reader is a famous singer on a world tour and their hotel room gets invaded by a sasaeng fan, which would've been Ningning. I actually started writing this draft, but it just wasn't that fun to write.

Eunha is a struggling ballet student and asks the teacher for some help after class, inspired by that one scene from the Loveade mv (I think). The story just couldn't formulate in my head, so I dropped it.

Somi and Umji threesome from those photos when they went on a trip together. Threesomes are hard to write :,>

During Red Velvet's comeback promotions, Wendy does a tiktok challenge with a member of a nugu boy group and gives him some "encouragement". Maybe I'll revisit this concept again in the future, but I have no plans to do so atm.

Lily orders pizza and gives the delivery driver an "extra" tip. That's it. Just a cliche porn plot.

A budding actor gets a job as the MC of a music show alongside Miyeon, he struggles to keep up with her during their dance practice for their MC performance, so she gives him a little extra help. Outside of the smut itself, there's not a lot I could think of storywise for this.

Ryujin uses her roommate to get back at her cheating ex after a messy breakup. Might revisit this concept again, but again, no plans atm.

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saratinz · 1 year

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Velvet Crowbar

pairing ➩ Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings ➩ angst, break-up, addiction, drugs, alcohol, character death, sad ending

synopsis ➩ Based off 'Velvet Crowbar' by Lana Del Rey

word count ➩ 1.6k

I was addicted to you but I didn't know it

Everyone was praying for your downfall, even newspapers calling you “Courtney Love 2.0”. Bucky, your ultra-famous boyfriend, held you close, trying to squeeze your sadness out. His warmth comforts the chills that run down your spine when he does stupid shit. Yesterday, it was telling the world you got engaged, and today, it was failing to make it up to you.

You were afflicted by booze

“Bucky, get down.”

“Oh shut up, you stupid bitch.”

“Fine, go ahead and kill yourself, fucking asshole.”

“Wait baby, I’m sorry, just, let me make it up to you.”

“Why’d you say that shit, Buck?”

“I wasn’t thinking.”

You didn't show it

“I’m not kissing you like this.”

“Ohhhh, c’mon babe.”

“Fine.” You give him a brief peck. You wonder if this shit is normal. Surely other girlfriends go through the same thing. You assure yourself that he’s fine. Even though he enjoys a good time every once in a while, he’d be able to stop if he wanted to.

Life is a velvet crowbar

Being Bucky’s girlfriend isn’t always easy, sometimes it’s like you’re drowning. But every once in a while he comes to save you, and in those moments, everything feels like it’s going to be okay. On the outside looking in, you’re relationship is the dream. And it is, as long as you have him to rescue you.

Hitting you over the head

Most of the time though, you’re so far underwater, that you can’t even fathom taking another breath. But even if you’ll barely survive, you let him use you as a life raft.

You're bleeding but you want more

“It’s okay, Bucky, you’re okay.”

“No I’m not, Y/n, I’m gonna die.”

“You’re not, you’re just high.” He sobs in your arms. And it feels right for all the wrong reasons. Why do you find yourself comforted? Maybe nurturing others is a way you distract yourself from your own problems.

‘This is so like you,’ I said

You’re used to the bad highs. You have a system, a mental checklist you use every time he comes home like this. You know exactly what to do.

Put yourself on back to bed

You rub his back, lulling him asleep.

You're like crack to me I don't want to leave

“If you don’t like my lifestyle, why don’t you just break up with me?”

“I can’t do that.”

I'm watching you sleep, afraid you'll stop breathing

“Why not?

My baby's on his eighth life darling

“Because I don’t want you to die!” You break down in tears

Staying with him 'til the morning

It’s okay sweetheart, I’m going to be okay.” He holds you in his arms.

You're like crack to me so fun I can't see

You’re addicted to this feeling, to this love you get when times are rough.

With your golden grill, your purple dream

While Bucky uses drugs to cope, you use him.

My baby's on his eighth life darling

“You need to get help.”

Gonna watch him 'til the morning

“I’ll try.” But you knew it wasn’t like him to quit. Before you know it, you’re watching him do coke

I was addicted to you didn't wanna blow it

“C’mon Y/n, just try it, don’t be a pussy.”

You were a dick with your crew

“You guys, she’s not usually like this, usually she’s fun.” He explains to his bandmates, acting as if you’re not even there.

Always on the road

You don’t go to his show that night. He may end up calling you passive-aggressive, selfish, or a bitch but it’s not like he hasn’t called you those before.

You wanna touch life so hard

“Y/n, I’m the one people are gonna side with if we break up.”

Why can't you give it a rest?

“Are you really gonna hold that over me forever?”

You're not that bright for a star

Sometimes you wonder how Bucky is so famous.

Burned yourself out nothing left

“Baby, I’m working on a new song about you. Why don’t you help me write it?”

Burned yourself out nothing left

You sit with him through his creative process, helping him with synonyms and rhymes. You watch as the ideas fly through his head, and you watch as they come to a complete halt.

Styrofoam on the microphone

“Put your hand here, and strum with your other hand. There you go sweetheart.”

“Am I a guitar expert now?”

“Of course.” You lean over the instrument and give him a kiss. He tastes like liquor, you couldn’t even tell he was drunk.

Can't give it up, can't go it alone

You finally realize that Bucky is reliant on substance abuse.

Flame-colored paradise for you darling

His highs have been extra bad as of late. He’s under lots of stress, so maybe that’s why.

But death doesn't come with a warning

“I promise I’ll stop.”

“We both know that’s a lie.”

“No, I’ll go to rehab, I’ll go to therapy, hell I’ll sing Kumbaya because I do have a problem, and deep down I’ve always known it.”

“You can’t do this for me, it has to be for yourself.”

“It’s for both of us.”

Life is a velvet crowbar

It’s been a month since he quit drinking and taking drugs cold turkey, leaving you to ponder whether he can really do this. You’re almost ready to believe him, but one night, you find him taking pills in your shared bathroom.

Hitting you over the head

At least you know how to deal with this, it’s easier to help when he’s like this. Sadly, highs are significantly better than his withdrawals. You can’t imagine the pain he went through. Although you want him sober, it was terrible seeing him in pain for so long.

You're bleeding syrup amour

You see his life draining from his eyes. Every time he does drugs, he becomes just a little bit less himself.

Bleeding to death

He may not be in pain anymore, but each drunken night scares the hell out of you.

You're like crack to me I don't want to leave

“Let’s get married tomorrow, and let’s not tell anyone. I just need you, Bucky.”

“Fuck yeah, let’s do it.”

I'm watching you sleep, afraid you'll stop breathing

You are 100% sure you want to have your wedding. You asked to do it soon, because you’re terrified that if you wait too long, you’ll never get to marry him.

My baby's on his last life darling

“You’re gonna have to change, y’know?”

“I know baby.”

“I can’t lose you.”

“I’ll never leave.”

I'm staying with him 'til the morning

“Hey Bucky, it’s time to get get married.

You're like crack to me so fun I can't see

Everything is perfect in this moment, the ceremony is short and sweet, and when you get home, it sets in that you are actually husband and wife.

With your golden grill, your purple dream

My baby's on his eighth life darling

He can’t keep this up for much longer, you know that.

Gonna watch him 'til the morning

Every hitch of his breath, you’re terrified.

Gonna stay with him 'til morning

Every time he goes completely still, you freak out.

My baby's on his eighth life, darling

“You’re killing yourself.”

“I know that.”

“Then why do you do it.”

“I do it because this is too hard, you’re too difficult to deal with. I want to make you happy, that’s my number one goal in this world. I love you so much that I can’t deal it. I can’t cope, I can’t quit, not when I have you. But I choose you every time anyway.”

My baby's on his eighth life, darling

“I can’t do this anymore, Buck.”

“I know.”

“Are you gonna be okay?”

“I hope so.”

“Can I have one last kiss?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

And death doesn't come with a warning

“Bucky once made a promise, a promise that he was going to stop. Within the next month, I found myself cleaning his puke off our bedroom floor again. Today, I want everyone to take away three things. First of all, change is hard, but if you or a loved one struggles with addiction, you can’t stop using drugs or alcohol for someone else. The change has to come from you, and it’s not going to be easy. The second thing is, I know that people hate me, just jealousy or whatever, but I was the one who was there for him. I was the one he trusted to take care of him, and when we split up, he lost his lifeline. I can’t help but feel like is death was my fault, and I will carry that guilt with me forever. Lastly, to his friends and family, I’m so sorry for your loss. And to his fans, he will live on through his music, and hopefully one day, all the pain we are going through will inspire greatness. I know, that he will forever be a star, inspiration, and idol, just as much as he will be a cautionary tale. Thank you all for coming, this funeral is perfect, Bucky didn’t want it any other way. God, it feels so wrong saying that, because no one should die at 27. We deserve lives we live to the fullest, and to have that, you need to take care of yourself. Thank you.”

Masterlist

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #song fic #lana del rey #angst #character death #bucky barnes angst

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silkythewriter · 2 years

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Hmmmm. I see you inbox is empty >:). Can you please do hazbin headcanons for Vox and Alastor seperatly for reader, who usually is on top of shit having a bad no good day.

꧁Vox! And Alastor! With a reader who is having a bad no good day꧂

Summary: Vox and alastor with a Reader who is usually on top of stuff and is have a bad/horrible day!

Small! Warning: sorry for any spelling/ grammar mistakes and if their OOC!

Small note!: I love hazbin hotel request tbh their so fun to write! So this is a treat! Also I’m not sure if you wanted romantic or platonic so I’ll try making neutral so you can decide whatever you want it to be!

Fandom: Hazbin hotel!

Daily song suggestion!:

🦌Alastor📻

He saw you slam the hotel doors open before storming in and up to your room

He was so confused and a bit concerned but of course it didn’t show much on his face

He swiftly got up and followed you to make sure you were okay and if something happened

So you can imagine his confusion when he knocked on your door multiple times and then only get angry mumbles as a response

After a while of him pushing your buttons you finally opened the door annoyed and tired after the long day you had

He let himself in before asking what happened

You explained how you were doing a passion project with a friend but they weren’t pulling their weight and everything was up to you and it was all a bit to much ( you can change the reasoning I just wrote this one as a stand in) and If your today wasn’t hard enough your friend just announced that they were going to go on vacation so that meant you had to do everything solo but even harder

Alastor would only stay silent letting you vent about your day as he agreed to some stuff here and there

He would probably try helping as much as he could or putting his thoughts on the issue

He would offer to cook some jambalaya for you! Of course if your up for food!

He would tell cringy but funny jokes that would at least make you have a small smile or a small chuckle/giggle

You guys can listen to some radio! He’d put on his favorite channel/broad cast it can be an old time-y song to some funny comedic broadcast! Anything really!

Depending if your a friend or a S/O he would hug you or cuddle you if you asked but again it depends on your guy’s relationship

He would do really anything to make you feel better so you guys can go on a killing rampage to relive stress or you guys can walk around in the streets of hell if you want! If not you guys can just stay at the hotel and relax

In the time being of hanging out he won’t let anyone around you unless their just gonna say hi if not and they are just going to ask something if you he would force politely ask them to leave you alone for the time being

You guys can chat to each other or you can just rant to him about any topic you want! His all ears and even though he talks quite a bit he would be respectful and stay silent until your done!

Overall I feel like he would actually be proud good a cheering you up! And doing fun but small activities!

🖥Vox📱

He was chilling on the couch with velvet as she showed him some random memes that popped onto her fyp Then he felt the couch dip a bit as you sat down he looked over to you and saw you rubbing your forehead He quickly realized you were stressed, but He just shrugged looking back down at velvets phone

It’s only when you start mumbling to yourself and typing on your phone screen in angry does he really start raising an eye brow

He’s a bit to awkward to ask but after a while he finally just tap on your shoulder asking if your doing okay

That’s when you start explaining how a big project that you split with your co-workers only for them to not do their part and shoving all the work on you and how the due date was only a few days from now

I feel like he knows the feeling sometimes so he can relate to your problem and give some pointers of how he makes Ask velvet and Valentino to pull their weight in some projects especially if their taking over a Territory of some kind

He’d offer to watch some memes with him and velvet or watch a new TV show on hellflix if you want!

He probably wouldn’t stick his nose in your business but if you wanna vent to him more or just rant about something he’d go along with it but he’d probably speak his mind ALOT so keep that in mind if you don’t like his answers he’s not the best at this

This is my personal HC but eh probably plays video games with velvet ( ON VERY RARE OCCASIONS maybe Valentino cause Valentino probably barely plays video games) so you could hang out with him and play some random games! He’d might even let you win though key word is might

Like alastor I feel like he wouldn’t mind what you guess did at least if it gets you outta the dumps!

Overall I feel like he wouldn’t prey on your business unless you start talking first, his more on the chill side I feel like!

#hazbin headcanons #hazbin x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin alastor x reader #romantic or platonic #thanks anon!#x reader #anon <3 #anonymous #hazbin hotel #hazbin valentino #hazbin velvet

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chaotic-on-main · 1 year

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So you want to fill your time with some writing? Is it okay if I send 2 requests? You can pick whichever one sounds like it would be more fun to do!

Levi and fake dating/fake engagement

Reiner and blind date

☺️ Thank you! I hope you have a wonderful day!

Hi hi! I hope you had a lovely day/evening!! I couldn't get the Levi one to work unless I spent hours on it and I just really wanted to get the Reiner one out to you ASAP. So I'll probably post the Levi one at a later date. (: (Sorry this took all day, I hit a wall around 2pm lmao) @averysmolbear

pairing → Reiner Braun x fem!reader (could be gn!reader tho if this is your scene 😚)

cw → alcohol, fluff, blind date, modernau

Your best friend must have had cotton in their ears when you said 'no' to more blind dates. You'd think after the last disastrous one, they would feel more inclined to step back instead of push harder. You only said yes to get them off your back, but not without promising that this would be the last one. They only retorted that it would be because they're convinced they finally found the right one. Whatever, you thought.

Friday night comes along and you find yourself waiting at the bar of the designated restaurant with a watered down drink and a sour mood. He was already 20 minutes late which was not a good start. You'll give him 10 more minutes before going back home, you decide. Snuggling up in your pajamas and watching a crime drama sounded miles better anyways. You take a swig from your glass.

Not a moment later, someone calls your name from behind.

When you twist around on your barstool, you're face to face with a very broad chest dressed in a light blue dress shirt. Trailing your eyes up, you see that the chest belongs to a man with a strong jaw, hazel eyes, and shaggy blonde hair. A well-trimmed goatee and beard accentuates his sharp features. Oh. You were not anticipating this.

"That is you, right? Wow, you’re gorgeous. Sorry if that’s too forward." His voice is like velvet, which is unexpected given his handsome yet rugged features.

"You must be Reiner. You're late." You remark. He laughs awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck as he looks away.

"I know and I'm really sorry about that. My roommate had an emergency, and he needed my car last minute. And then my Uber showed up late. I'm really sorry. I even planned to bring flowers, but... will you give me another chance?" This hulking tree of a man has the audacity to give you adorable puppy eyes in the middle of a restaurant.

"Does this work on all of your blind dates?" You roll your eyes as you gather your purse and stand up, pulling down your dress that rode up your thigh from sitting. Reiner's eyes travel down your figure, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks as he does. He clears his throat.

"Only ones that I think will find it endearing. Is it working?" He's got jokes, you think. Even at standing height, he towers at least a good foot taller than you.

"Don't push your luck. You still don’t know anything about me."

"I'd like to change that, if that’s okay?" Reiner offers you his arm and you just now notice his bare muscular forearms, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Your eyes snap up to his to keep yourself from staring.

"I suppose. What kind of flowers?" You ask as you curl your fingers around his bicep. He starts rambling on about the options he spent all day thinking through as he leads you to where you’ll be dining tonight. Handsome and funny. Reiner is already leagues better than the last date. Maybe your best friend was right.

#asks #answered #requests #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun #reiner x reader #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #fluff #blind date #cw alcohol

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crimson-calligraphyx · 1 year

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24: The Hell I Overcame

A/N: I'm apologizing in advance for the time skips, but it's time to close the story out. Thank you all so much for your support on this; I had so much fun writing this!

PS: I know Noah’s last name isn’t Sebastian irl. It is in my story tho hehe

Noah

"Will you stop taking so many pictures of me?" Liv groaned as she made her way to the top of the hill where I stood. I put my phone back in my pocket and folded my arms over my chest with a pout, feigning defeat. She closes the space between us and wraps her arms around me, "No pouting," she says, surely mocking me from earlier today. I chuckled lightly. "Let me take one more picture, and I promise I'll stop taking candids of you." She drops her arms from around me with a roll of her eyes. "Fine, but can I enjoy the view first?" "What do ya mean? The view's right here," I smirked as I pointed both thumbs towards myself. I laughed when she shot daggers at me without a word and waved my arm to the view beside us. "By all means, Liv, soak it all in."

I couldn't help but smile as I watched her face soften into pure astonishment as she absorbed the view. I loved seeing her genuine reactions; it brandished the true grace she held from the inside and out, and that's why I snapped all the pictures that I could. I wanted to cherish each and every moment of this trip with her. I wanted genuine smiles and real laughs, not just the 'picture-perfect' photos that anyone could fabricate.

As she took in the view below, I took in the true beauty in front of me: mahogany waves sailing in the breeze against alabaster skin, her dress mirroring the way the cherry blossoms flew by and settled in the river below.

I made my way over to her and took her hand in mine, having her gaze up at me, those electric eyes piercing right through me and warming me to the core. I smiled down at her as she rested her head on my arm and relaxes into me with a sigh. I wanted nothing more than to experience moments like this with her until the end of time.

I took a deep breath and break the comfortable silence, “Can I get that picture of you, now?” "You promise this is the last one?" she chuckles, shaking her head. “I promise, but you’re gonna have to pose a certain way for this one.” I wait for her to agree before I take her by the shoulders gently, having her stand in front of me while still facing the moat. "Okay, so here's what you're gonna do. Take my hand, and make it look like you’re guiding me down to the trees.”

She nods shallowly, holding her arm out towards me and takes my awaiting hand in hers. She looks back over her shoulder, one eyebrow perched. "Like this?" she asks, taking a small step forward. “Yes, perfect—it’s like you’re dragging me into an adventure. Now, look forward, Liv.” She laughs at me, but does as I say. “Have you been taking courses from Bryan or something?” "Yeah, something like that," I replied, taking a deep breath to calm the nerves that were beginning to run rampant within me.

She has no idea what I went through to get to this point—countless pep talks from the boys, hours searching for a ring that was right for her, days trying to figure out the perfect way to execute this. My brain was on the fritz as I recited the words I wrote a million times over in my head, hoping to God I wouldn't fuck this up. My heart ricocheted in my chest painfully as I hoped to God she wouldn't turn around and laugh, or run, or reject me. It was now or never.

I sucked in a large breath of air and held it, attempting to steady my hand that was holding my phone up. I snapped multiple pictures at different angles, hoping that at least one of them came out clear with how badly I was shaking. I could feel the hand that she was holding start to sweat—I let go of her hand, letting her arm swing back down to her side before she was able to notice.

"Did you get the picture?" she asked after a moment. I quickly grabbed the tiny velvet box from my pocket after dropping my phone on the ground, mentally cursing myself as I watched it tumble a few feet to my left. Guess I wasn't getting that last candid picture of the day that I really wanted to get. "Noah?" I dropped down onto one knee, scrambling to open the clamshell box in my hands to present it to her before she turned around.

Everything was in slow motion as I watched her turn on her heel, eyebrows knitting together when she doesn't see me directly in front of her. She glances down; I see her confusion melt into shock as her mouth dropped, her hands flying up to her face shortly after. She gasps, and I can just barely make out the tears starting to brim her eyes.

"Try to hold the waterworks until I'm done, okay?" I chuckled nervously, the ring in my hand suddenly weighing a hundred pounds. I hear her giggle into her palm, and she nods. I puffed out a breath of air, "Liv, from the second you bought me that drink and sat down with me at the bar, I was drawn to you. Something about that made the bells go off in my head, and I knew I had to get to know you. I'm not saying it was love at first sight, cuz that shit ain't real, but fuck. You had this aura permeating from you that made the air a little lighter each time I saw you."

I watched the first tear roll down her cheek as she choked on a sob. I wanted to stop my speech and hold her to me, to wipe those tears off her face, to kiss her lips that I knew were trembling behind her hand.

I cleared my throat and continued. "The moment I was able to see the ocean in your eyes, I was scared shitless, but I knew that I never wanted to go a day without seeing them again. In the year that we've known each other, I've never felt more alive and thankful to be here because of you. Feel free to slap me for using your full name as soon as I shut up." We both chuckled. "Heather Olivia Foster, will you let me see the color in your eyes for the rest of my life and marry me?" "Yes! A million times yes, Noah!" she exclaims, frantically nodding her head as tears spill down her face.

I felt the weight lift right off my shoulders hearing her answer, my own tears glossing over my eyes as I beamed at her, elated. I took her left hand and slipped the ring onto her finger, admiring how perfectly it complimented her hand—my ring, on her hand.

She doesn't even glance down at it; she simply cups my face with both hands and plants her mouth to mine passionately. I smiled against her trembling lips as she continued to let out soft cries while kissing me—I could taste the salt on her lips from her tears. I wrapped my arms around her waist and stood up, lifting her off the ground to spin her. She locks her arms around my neck and clings on, laughing as she kicks out her legs behind her.

I place her back on her feet and take her face between my hands, swiping my thumbs over her cheeks to dry them. I rested my forehead gently against hers, getting lost in her iridescent eyes as they continued to glisten from fresh tears. "You just made me the happiest man on the planet. I hope you know that Olivia," I whispered to her. "Well, you just made me the happiest woman on the planet." "That was the goal," I chuckled and gave her a kiss on the nose. "One more picture." She scoffs but grins shortly after, "Only if I get to choose the pose this time." "Deal."

I picked my phone up off the ground, relieved to see that it wasn't cracked after brushing the dirt off of it. "So, here's what we're gonna do. I think you're smart enough to follow my lead," she says with a wink and places her left hand on my cheek. "Ready?" I smirked and held my phone up for the selfie as she kisses me, still brandishing the ring on her finger with her hand on my cheek. I blindly snapped a few pictures before tucking my phone back in my pocket and wrapping my arms around her.

Olivia

Sitting in the airport, I couldn't keep my eyes off the new diamond that sat on my finger as I continuously moved my hand about to catch the light. It was nearly the same as the necklace Noah had given me prior; though the main stone was square and not heart-shaped, it was haloed with smaller diamonds, casting tiny rainbows about. The silver band twined as it met at the top, brandishing more minuscule diamonds.

Was this real life? Was I really about to leave Japan engaged to Noah? Pinch me, I must be dreaming.

As if he could read my mind, Noah drapes his arm over my shoulders and gives me a squeeze, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned my attention to him; he had the softest smile curling at the corners of his lips, his eyelids heavy from the little sleep we got last night. I rested my head against his chest, sighing peacefully as he rubbed my upper arm.

I grinned to myself as the images of last night flooded back into my mind. The feeling of our skin brushing against one another, the sound of gentle sighs, the delicacy of his hands as they caressed the curves of my body. The feeling of his lips on mine, the warmth from his chocolate eyes as they gazed deeply into mine. The intimacy we burned into each other leisurely, unhurried, taking our time to express the love within us.

"I love you," I mumbled, nuzzling my head against his chest. He hums and gives me a kiss on the top of my head, "I love you too, Liv. You ready to get back into the swing of things when we get home?" I groaned, "No, not at all. Can we stay here instead?" I hear a chuckle vibrate in his chest, "I wish. You'd have to leave Vic and your mom behind, would you really wanna do that?" "I guess not," I sighed. "Speaking of which, I should probably give Vic a call, she'd be pissed if I came back and didn't tell her you popped the question." Noah takes his arm away from my shoulders as I sat up to retrieve my phone, FaceTiming her.

"You bitch," she grumbles as she answers. It was still dark where she was; I could just barely make out her face from the soft glow from her phone screen. "This better be good, or I swear I'm disowning you. You do realize it's like 5 in the morning here, right?" "Shit, sorry," I cringed, completely forgetting about the time difference. "I think this is reasonable," I say, holding my hand up in front of the camera.

I watched her blink a few times, trying to focus her sleepy vision on what I was showing her. It takes her a moment, but she suddenly sits up, rubbing her eye. "No fucking way!" she exclaims, "He actually fucking did it." I laughed, shaking my head. "What do you mean 'actually'?" She snorts, "Girl, he's been planning this for a few months, but he was being a little chicken-shit about it." "Hey! I was not!" Noah butts in, whining, "I wanted it to be the right time and place." "Yeah, yeah. I said what I said!" she hollers back at him. "Anyway, congratulations you two, I'm going back to sleep. And for the love of God, get all the gross lovey-dovey shit out of your system before you land." She hangs up, and I couldn't help but laugh with a shake of my head. "On second thought, maybe I could leave her behind."

ONE YEAR, 5 MONTHS LATER

"You doing okay?"

I looked over at Victoria as she places a reassuring hand on my back. She looked so beautiful in her maroon dress, her makeup done perfectly to match. Her chestnut hair was curled over her right shoulder, a peppering of baby's breath laced in to mirror mine.

"Yeah," I breathed out, brandishing an apprehensive smile. My stomach was churning, the nerves settling in. "You look beautiful," she says quietly, her eyes starting to gloss over as she looks me up and down. "Noah is one lucky man." I chuckle bashfully, smiling down at the floor. "Thanks, Vic. I hope he feels that way." She tips my head up by my chin, looking me straight in the eye. "Of course he does, Olivia. Don't be stupid. Even the blind could see how much this man adores you."

Tears began to well up in my eyes hearing her words and I let out a tiny laugh, sniffling. "No, stop that! You're going to ruin your makeup," she scolds me, fanning my face to dry the tears that were threatening to spill. "Sorry, I'm sorry," my voice cracked as I rolled my eyes to the ceiling, fanning my face along with Vic. "I'm just happy and nervous and excited and—" She pulls me into a tight embrace and rubs my back, "Shh, I know, Liv. I know. Deep breaths."

I sucked in a deep breath and held it, pulling away from her to dab under my nose and eyes, careful not to smudge any makeup. I let go of the breath I was holding and nod to myself. I can do this. There's nothing to be nervous about; it's just Noah at the end of the aisle, the man who has been with me every step of the way these last two plus years.

“Don’t you two ladies look fabulous,” Ricky’s voice pulls me from my thoughts as he joins us. He gives us each a gentle kiss on the cheek, “It’s almost time. You ready for this?” I huff out another nervous breath, nodding, “Yeah. I-I think so.” He quirks an eyebrow. “You think? Listen, I don’t have to give you away. I can head back to Boston,” he shrugs, promptly thumbing over his shoulder. Victoria smacks him on the shoulder, “Ricky, don’t joke like that. She’s already a ball of nerves, we don’t need her freaking out because she thinks you’re gonna up and leave before she walks down the aisle!” “Ow, chill, woman! I was just kidding, she knows that!” “Don’t you ‘woman’ me, Richard,” Vic scolds, getting up in his face. He groans, “Don’t call me that! You sound just like mom when you do that!”

“Guys,” I laughed, putting a hand on each of their chests to separate them. “You can settle your family feud later. Right now, it’s about—” “It’s time,” Nick Ruffilo pops his way in, smiling over at the three of us. “C’mon Vic,” he waves an arm, beckoning her over. She nods at Nicholas before turning back towards me, “I’ll see you out there,” she says gently and reaches behind my head to pull the veil over my face. She fluffs it out, positioning it to her liking before she wraps her arms around me, giving me a tight squeeze. “Feel free to beat Ricky’s ass if he tries to pull some shit,” she mumbles in my ear before she breaks away. I laughed as she winked at me, turning on her heel to link arms with Nick as they made their way out to the venue.

“Can I say one thing before we go out there?” Ricky asks. I grin up at him, “Sure, of course you can.” “I just wanted to let you know how much it means to me that you asked me to walk you down the aisle. I know I’m not your dad, and it’s definitely not the same, but it’s an honor,” he says with a sincere smile on his face. “He would be so proud of you and all that you’ve accomplished, Liv. I just know that he’s smiling down on us right now.” My lips quiver as I absorbed his words, tears springing to my eyes again. “Ricky, you can’t be saying this shit. You’re gonna make me cry and ruin my makeup, and then Victoria is really gonna kick your ass,” I say with a chuckle. “In all seriousness, though, I wouldn’t want anyone else to give me away if it weren’t my dad. Thank you for this.” “Of course, Olivia. You’re like my second sister, even though we’re states apart and haven’t seen each other much,” he grins, holding his arm out. “Shall we?”

I dabbed under my waterline again, making sure my face was dry before I nodded and linked my arm through his. He guides me over to the table where my bouquet of roses gently rested; I picked them up and clutched them to my chest, their aroma roaming around me as we continued our walk to the aisle.

Everything was silent, save for the wedding music, as we cleared the French doors—everyone’s attention was averted to me. Nervous from everyone’s eyes on me, I squeezed Ricky’s arm to me a little tighter, and took a deep breath.

Nick’s niece ran ahead of us, dropping the flowers by the handful as she trotted down the aisle. The room hummed with quiet laughter when she stopped to double back and scoop up some petals she had already dropped, refilling her presumably empty basket. She carries on, and finishes spreading the flowers down the path. I giggled as I watched her innocently skip up to the alter, promptly wrapping herself around Nick’s legs after she completed her duty as the flower girl. He squats down to her level and gives her a hug before he directs her back to his parents.

As I made my way down the path, I found my mom at the very front, who was trying her absolute best not to cry. She had her lips pressed into a tight line, her chin trembling as she took deep breaths through her nose to hold herself together. I give her the cheek-to-cheek air kiss and whisper a quick ‘I love you’ as I passed—the tears roll down her face shortly thereafter. I flash her a smile before stepping up to the altar, handing Vic my bouquet as Ricky unveiled me before taking his seat next to my mom.

When I finally turned to Noah, I nearly lost it after I soaked in his appearance. His espresso-brown eyes shimmered with tears as his lips pressed tightly together and curled at the outer corners. I could see them quivering just a tad as he sniffles, holding back a cry; my heart melted at the sight. I found myself mimicking him from the emotions emanating from him, only a tear made its way down my left cheek. He brushes it away before taking my hands in his, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

Still trying to get used to his short hair, I grinned seeing the top layer of his dark hair pulled back into a neat bun, a few loose strands resting on his forehead. He sees that my eyes are fixed on it; his eyes now crossed while trying to look up at his forehead, causing me to giggle. He blows at the strands before bringing his attention back to me, a goofy grin splayed on his face. “You’re too cute,” I whisper to him. “And you’re beautiful,” he murmurs back, smiling down at me. I feel my face flush as if this is the first time he’s ever said this to me.

"Family and friends," the officiant's voice boomed, causing me to jump. Noah and I both shared a quiet chuckle at my reaction as he continued. "Thank you all for coming today to share this special occasion. At this moment, we are here together to unite Noah and Olivia in marriage."

I felt like I was about to fly away as the officiant continued his invocation, the words being muddled as I focused on Noah's smile and the way his hands felt in mine. I was squeezing his hands so tightly to keep myself grounded, to make sure that this moment in time was real and not just a figment of my imagination. I could see his lips move as he said his vows, I could feel mine moving as I said mine, but everything was such a blur until the words "You may kiss the bride" were spoken.

Cheers exploded around us as we kissed, Noah lowering me into a dip. I feel his lips curl into a smile against mine briefly before he parts, just gazing into my eyes. He rests his forehead against mine and places a hand on my face, brushing his thumb across my cheek delicately. "I love you, Olivia Sebastian." I smile wide as tears spring to my eyes and my heart swells in my chest after hearing my new name come out of his mouth. "I love you too, Noah Sebastian," I giggled.

He stands us up straight and takes hold of my hand, giving it a firm squeeze as he turns towards the audience. We raise our adjoined hands up as we make our way back down the aisle together, smiling wide as our loved ones cheered us on into our new journey...

My name is Olivia Sebastian, and this was the story of the Hell I overcame.

#fanfic #fan fiction #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens band #fanfic writing #fantasy #romance

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raytorosaurus · 1 year

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maybe this is a 'hot take' for which i apologize but. i feel like fanart is a big aspect of this too- how different even is it to make 'rpf' of gerards stage characters as opposed to fanart of it. it's essentially only a different medium. keeping it separate from gerard (Person In Reality Who Has A Life) outside of (character he made up to have fun with) can also easily be an invitation for fans to have fun with it too. which is why a healthy relationship with it can and does bring good things. in theory i mean. ive never seen an mcr fanfic i really liked but :p

yeah i see what you mean, it's one of the reasons that the step from tumblr (or twitter) fandom to the ao3 tag feels like. quite an arbitrary place to draw the line? as if the same thoughts and behaviours are fine right up into they're intentionally put to prose - but images or even comics are okay, textposts discussing their emotions and states of mind as extrapolated from live shows or song lyrics, putting research into constructing timelines of their lives or compiling facts about them as people - even writing (sometimes quite detailed) sexually explicit posts/tags about them is common around here. i do a lot of these things too - i'm not saying they're inherently wrong or bad - but i genuinely don't see how they're any less prone to being disrespectful or invasive or comically removed from reality than a writer putting them in a situation lol. they all involve some level of assumption, scrutiny, and interpretation.

there are definitely valid arguments to make against engaging with rpf in a fandom sense! i totally respect that, and it's something i felt kind of ashamed/guilty about when i first got into mcr, so i understand the reservations. it's just that...the way i see it, i truly think those arguments just as reasonably apply to so much of what happens in any fandom involving real people. behaviours that are extremely common and far from unique to the online fan spaces of today, to the point where avoiding them is a more conscious decision than engaging in them. i respect if people do make that choice, but...that isn't any of us who are running mcr fanblogs yk? haha.

anyway yeah. i agree with you anon, i reckon most people's definition of what does and doesn't entail rpf is just a lot narrower than the reality. there's a lot of extremely beautiful, highly-skilled emotive fanart out there, for which i'm so appreciative! i 100% don't mean it as an insult when i say those often a different kind of rpf. so are the emotive posts about how much this tour means to all the guys, how happy they are, how much they love each other and how they're all friends. i'm not saying these things are untrue, i'm just saying they absolutely don't paint an unbiased holistic picture of real human beings and their genuine emotional states hahaha. neither does fanfiction. and i just think it's impossible to not realise that if you're engaging with fanfic in any kind of thoughtful way, as opposed to reblogging textposts about them on tumblr that also project a lot onto them, yk?

and okay. i also think "the bible/succession/velvet goldmine etc etc is rpf too! shakespeare wrote rpf!" is equally as reductive as "rpf is when fangirls write about band members boning each other." as always, there's just so much more nuance there. what does and doesn't make rpf is a lot more about intent, and if you're parasocially attached to these people as deeply as we all are, most of us just share that same intent. and from what i've seen (though in fairness this is the first real person fandom i've been in, and i only really talk to other adults) it tends to be the people actively engaging with fanfic who are a better at accepting how much of fandom is pure projection and assumption based on very limited information. and that acceptance is a huge part of having a healthier relationship with celebrities/bands/bandom (along with the conscious acknowledgement that these people don't owe us anything at all besides the shows we bought tickets for - least of all insight into their personal lives or private thoughts.)

like genuinely? free your minds. we're all making shit up based on the little parts we see, i think it's healthier and more fun to openly accept that. who cares what's real when we can talk about things in terms of narratives and arcs and metaphors - none of which truly exist in real life, which is infinitely complex and individual and messy. or, more precisely, who cares what's real as long as you know what isn't! and keep that stuff far far away from the real human people involved in the band.

#my god im sorry this is so long and probably very repetitive. djdmfjdj.#but yeah im with you anon #answered #mcr talk

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gretavangroupie · 2 years

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Bloom (Chapter 2)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI!!

Chapter Two

“Some people are just light, glow, hope…human stars.” - Butterflies Rising

Thank god it was Saturday and you could sleep in a bit. You eyes feel scratchy when you try to open them all the while you make a mental note to stop sharing bottles of wine with Amelia. You always end up drinking more and feeling bad the next day.

Once you force your eyes open you grab for your cell phone to check the time. 9:05AM.

Your heart beats faster when you realize you have 3 unread text messages. One from Amelia saying she ran out to get you both coffees before the big day she had planned for you. One from your mom asking if you wanted her to ship a few things you left behind. And one from “Unknown” sent at 6:00AM.

Unknown: Good morning, I hope you slept well. With a smiley face.

Crazy how a message so simple could bring such a big smile to your face. Especially before you had your coffee. After adding the unknown contact to your phone you decide to message back.

You: Good morning, I did sleep well. Gotta love Saturdays. I always try to sleep in a little bit. Not you though I guess? Up at at em at 6:00AM?!

Shortly after you hit send you hear Amelia coming through the door, bringing coffee like the goddess she is.

“Pen! I have the goods!” she said in a sing song voice.

“Thank you my savior!” You sing jokingly.

She sits down on your bed and begins to grill you about this man and you tell her what she wants to know without giving too much away. After she feels like she knows enough she tells you what all she has planned for you today.

Since you moved to Nashville she has been begging to doll you up and take you to some of her favorite bars. You begrudgingly agreed as long as you had veto power over your outfit.

“Okay so first things first we are going to go to DryBar for blowouts, then we will head over to the nail place, we can hit Anthropologie on the way back and then head home to get ready. What do you think?” She said hopefully.

You nod your head and agree that sounds good. You do love a good blowout and manicure.

As you’re getting ready to head out for your girls day, you get a text from Josh.

Josh: They say the early bird gets the worm… no I actually do some of my best writing early in the morning so I like to get up before anyone else does. It’s getting harder and harder these days to find my moments of peace. But, anyways, got any big plans today?

You text him back quickly and tell him all about the day that Amelia has planned for the two of you and how you love your friend but sometimes she forgets that you aren’t as girly girl as she is, but that you’re looking forward to spending time with her.

He texts back fairly quickly.

Josh: Have fun, enjoy your day!

By the time 5 o’clock rolls around you are beat. You have been poked and prodded all day but you have to admit you do look really good. Definitely better than usual. Your hair is blown out to perfection and you have a gorgeous nude pink manicure to boot. Amelia insists that she do your make up tonight before you two hit the bars.

After she finishes up, you look in the mirror and she has given you a very simple glamorized version of your normal make up routine. Her additions being a thin stripe of black eyeliner, a tiny bit of highlighter on your cheek bones and a nude glossy lip. It goes perfectly with the new outfit you got today. A teal crushed velvet jumpsuit, that ties at the waist, while accentuating yours. The top is a modest v neckline with cap sleeves. You pair it with your favorite gold initial necklace and gold shoes and you’re ready to go. You are feeling very confident in your appearance tonight. You take a picture of yourself just in case you muster up the courage to send it to Josh. Were you at that stage yet? You aren’t quite sure, but vodka may help to move things along.

Two bars later Amelia is begging you “Please please just one more, its a total dive but its so fun, I think you’ll like it Pen, just try!!! Pleaaasseee…” she continues on before you stop her.

“Okay, okay ONE more.” You say firmly “Then we go home, this has been the longest day of my life.”

“Yayyyy Thank you Penny girl” she says smiling at you so hard that her eyes are squinted shut. You make a mental note to keep an eye on her drink intake, even though you’ve probably had too many yourself.

The Uber drops you off at the bar and you walk inside and instantly are assaulted by cigarette smoke, loud music and very dim lightning. “Oh gosh Mill, you weren’t kidding this is…quaint” You say over the music.

She flits over to the pool tables and begins talking to some people nearby. You make your way to the bar and order a drink for her, a vodka soda, and a drink for you, a gin and tonic, extra lime.

It’s Saturday night at prime time, so it is very crowded, nearly shoulder to shoulder in some parts of the bar. You spend the better part of 10 minutes just trying to find her. The place is poorly lit, colorful Christmas lights as the main source throughout. Add in the smoke and it’s nearly impossible to see, let alone make out faces.

After searching a few more minutes you find her over in the corner of the bar talking to a group of people you don’t know on a vintage green velvet couch.

“Oh Pen, you found us! I was wondering where you went!” She says drunkenly.

“Hey Mill, I brought you this” as you hand her her drink, feeling incredibly awkward as the people stare at you. You tell them hi and your name, and they begin to lighten up and introduce themselves to you.

“Hi I’m Danny” he reaches out to shake your hand. This is who Amelia has been chatting it up with, he is tall, muscular and has long dark curly hair. Exactly her type, so you’re not surprised at all.

The guy next to him reaches his hand out to you and says “Hey girl, I’m Sam nice to meet you.” You smile politely at the tall, lanky, but weirdly handsome man. “Hi, Sam. Sorry about Amelia, she can make friends with a brick wall I swear.”

“Ah no worries it’s not often we get to come out here anymore and socialize.” He says coyly looking at Danny with a smirk.

You all begin to chat casually for a few minutes discussing some cool music event happening around town soon when suddenly Sam yells “Brother, we were wondering where you went!”

You all turn around to face him and at that moment you could feel all the blood drain from your face.

You make eye contact with Josh. Yes, the man that lives in your phone, Josh. A small smile creeps up on your face and you try you hardest to stifle it back. He looks at you nervously before addressing Sam. “Hey yeah, the line at the bar was massive but I did bring shots?” he says, as he nervously glances at Sam, and then back to you.

You immediately look away and Amelia is staring at you, knowing exactly what is going on.

All the men in this bar tonight she had to chose these?

You nervously swallow knowing that introductions are about to be made.

Josh first introduces himself to Amelia, who is absolutely scoping him out and trying to get a feel for him. She says her hellos and goes back to chatting with Danny.

You look over to him and he is already looking at you, absolutely beaming when he reaches the tiny plastic shot glass out to you and says, “Hi, um, shot?”

You nod as you wipe your clammy hands on your outfit and quickly reach up for the shot, he begins to count down “three, two, one, down the hatch!” As you all take a shot of what you now know is Fireball, and your lungs burn. You hope that this will calm your nerves a bit.

You then begin to question if maybe he doesn't realize its you. He reaches for your arm and places his hand ever so gently on top of it, sparks igniting under your skin when he says “Well this isn’t exactly what I had planned for our first date but I guess that something mystical intervened.” He looks at you, eyes sparkling, waiting for your response.

“I didn’t know if you were going to recognize me.” You say shyly looking down at your feet.

“Recognize you?” He says in a questioning tone, “Of course I recognize you, your face has been on the billboard in my mind for the past two days straight.” He says reassuringly.

“And now you have materialized in front of me, and quite frankly I am not sure what to say or do.” He says rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I have been working on clearing a little free time to ask you on a proper date.”

Your eyes widen and you are shocked at his statement. What does he mean clearing free time? You don’t think on it too long before you say “Well I am glad Amelia picked Danny to talk to tonight. If she hadn’t, we would be here right now at the same time and not even know it.”

“Yeah, they seem to be hitting it off pretty well, don’t they?” He says looking over at them. You turn your head to see Danny laughing at whatever Amelia has just said, Sam rolling his eyes at the entire interaction. He then looks over to you and gives you a small half smile before continuing to sip his drink, legs crossed on the couch.

With the liquid courage having its way with you, you bite the bullet and ask “So what kind of music do you play? Your profile said you are a musician right?”

“Well, it depends on your definition, but I would say Rock. It’s actually us three,” he motions with his drink, to Sam and Danny, “and my twin brother Jake who couldn’t be bothered to leave his house tonight.” He says sarcastically.

“Wow that is awesome, you have a twin? I thought the other guy in your photos kind of looked like you?” You say smiling at him.

“Yes” he says, and then making air quotes with his free hand he says “my better looking, twin”.

You reach for his arm and say “I don’t think so”. He places his hand over yours and says “That’s a sweet thing to say, but tell it to his fans.” he laughs. Confused, you shrug it off and change the subject.

The conversation continues to flow so naturally, Josh is extremely flirty and a big fan of romantic sentiments. He has barely been able to keep his hands off of you all night, and you find yourself naturally drawn to wanting to touch him back.

Sam starts up a story and you both turn to face him and listen in. All the sudden you feel Josh reach for your hand and he begins to trace the outline your fingers with his, studying and committing the feeling to memory. With his eyes still focused on Sam’s story he leans over and whispers in your ear, “I hear him talking, but all I can think about is how beautiful you are in person.”

You blush so hard that you are positive he can feel the heat radiating off of your cheeks. He laughs a little and then says “and that is the most marvelous shade of pink I have ever seen.”

A while later he takes your hand firmly into his and leads you over to the Jukebox.

“Pick a song, my treat.” He says smiling at you.

“I feel like this is a test, and I fear I may not pass” you say smirking at him.

“Oh it definitely is. I just need to see how much work I am going to have to put in to your musical education.” He says with a smile.

You pick A9 which is ‘Electric Feel’ by MGMT and he smiles at you. “Good choice pretty girl, I love this song.” You add this to your mental note on his music choices.

You two make your way back over to your friends, still hand in hand. Once you arrive back at the little couch you both take a seat, Josh places his hand on your thigh, looking at you to make sure it is ok. You nod and smile at him and he starts up a conversation with Danny, subconsciously rubbing his thumb in circles.

Amelia, who has just plopped herself down on your other side is begging for details. You tell her that you will tell her in the morning when she will actually be able to process. She agrees reluctantly and asks if you are ready to go.

This night has been the most fun you have had in weeks, and you are sad that it’s coming to an end. You both agree you should probably head out soon, and you order the Uber.

You look at Josh and tell him that you and Amelia are going to head home for the night. His face drops slightly and he shakes his head and says, “how about I drive you girls home, there is plenty of room in the car” it's almost a plea.

You talk it over with Amelia, and you both decide that it would be nice not to have to pay for another Uber tonight, so you agree that he can take you home.

Sam, Danny and Josh all close out their tabs while you cancel your Uber.

A few minutes later you walk out to the parking lot to Josh’s White Jeep. Josh and Sam are up front and you, Danny and Amelia take the backseat. Josh hands you his phone and asks you to put in your address.You put it in and you are on your way.

Sam calls DJ and within seconds Danny, Josh and Sam are all belting out the words to ‘Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’ by Elton John. You and Amelia are positively reeling and laughing so hard tears are forming in your eyes. You wish every night could be this fun. You think maybe it could be?

Ten minutes and three songs later, Josh pulls up at the apartment. He turns around to look at you with a smile and jokingly announces that “the cab fare will be $22.50”, he smiles even bigger and winks at you before shutting the car off.

“Hey guys I am just going to make sure they get in okay, I’ll be right back”. He announces.

Danny and Amelia are furiously exchanging numbers as Sam scrolls through Spotify to find another song to play.

Josh walks around and opens the door for you, and takes your hand in his, yet again while you walk up the path to your building.

Amelia walks ahead, Josh pulls you back a little to put some distance between you and Amelia.

“Hey” he says, “This has been the best night I have had in a while, I want you to know that I do want to take you on a real date, as soon as I can. My schedule is pretty hectic but somehow I am going to find time for you. I just want you to know.” he says squeezing your hand.

You turn to him and look into his eyes and put your hand gently on his neck, and he grabs the side of your face, running his thumb across your cheekbone and leans in. His lips slowly part as they reach yours. His kiss, so electric and warm you feel like you’re on fire. You are intoxicated by the smell of him. Warm, natural, and familiar. You begin to kiss him back very softly just as he is doing to you. You both pull away at the same time. A small involuntarily whimper leaving your throat at the removal of his soft lips from yours.

“Thank you” you say to him before he cuts you off and says “No, don’t thank me, I should be thanking you. I feel so good and normal right now and it’s something I will cling to for quite some time.”

You blush again, and continue walking to your door. He releases your hand and gives you a quick sweet kiss on the cheek and says “Until next time.” You smile at him as he starts to walk away. You walk in and shut the door, positively on cloud nine.

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sssammich · 10 months

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ao3 wrapped fic writer 2023

i know ao3 wrapped for readers is not a thing and frankly as impressive as it would be to see just how many millions of words i have read this past year, i don't know if i need to know just how much i hung around in the devil's sacrament shown back to me, ya know?

so i instead just wanna celebrate and focus on all the writing i was able to do this year up to nov 30 (today). this is just for posted stuff on ao3, obviously my wips folder (aka my lazy susan of drafts) is a different story LOL.

also, super important for me to point out: this is meant for celebration and pride! after having been on hiatus from writing for like 7 years, i'm so happy to be able to get back into writing again. with that said, if the numbers for your ao3 isn't as high as you'd liked, please just know that i'm still very proud that you wrote AND published your work to share with others. it can and does take a lot out of you to write and share freely like this. so if nothing else, you should know that! (and if you haven't written much at all this year for whatever reason, i'm still proud of you! like i said, it's tough sometimes but we should still celebrate ourselves)

if you're a writer and see this and want to play along, feel free to just copy and paste. there's no tagging because i wouldn't wanna put people on the spot/make someone uncomfortable. ok onwards etc etc

2023 ao3 stats portion

basically this part is just taken straight out of your stats page for 2023

kudos: 3,182

comment threads: 352

bookmarks: 688

subscriptions: 359

word count: 212,514

total fics posted: 16

general writing portion

fandoms and ships i wrote for this year:

Revue Starlight: tendou maya/saijou claudine, amemiya shion/masai kiriko, isurugi futaba/yanagi koharu

Supergirl: kara danvers/lena luthor, kara danvers/lena luthor/sam arias

RWBY: yang xiao long/blake belladonna

2. top fics with the most word count (complete and in-progress):

not for nothing (54,371 words) kara danvers/lena luthor

homecoming (28,662 words) yang xiao long/blake belladonna

sam's supercorptober 2023 entries (21,538) kara danvers/lena luthor

[...hope springs eternal] (17,352 words) isurugi futaba/yanagi koharu

fate or something like it (16,874 words) tendou maya/saijou claudine

3. events (big bangs, challenges, etc) i participated in (if you didn't participate in any, what are events you've enjoyed seeing this year?):

supercorp big bang: not for nothing (with lovely art from midnightechoes)

bumbleby big bang: homecoming (with lovely art from bumblebydyke)

supercorptober 2023 (i have one more prompt left! it'll be done this year i promise to myself lol)

4. top fics in order of how emotionally compromised i was in writing them:

evergreen

re:live

not for nothing

homecoming

[...hope strings eternal]

5. top fics i would love more readers to get their eyeballs on because i think they're neat (this is just me getting people to read more of my stuff LMAO):

[through smoke and velvet...] AND [...hope springs eternal] isurugi futaba/yanagi koharu

heart's devastation yang xiao long/blake belladonna

sam's supercorptober 2023 entries (particularly chapters 4, 5, and 6 lol but i think they're all neat) kara danvers/lena luthor

re:live tendou maya/saijou claudine

the view, it is so lovely amemiya shion/masai kiriko

OKAY this is pretty long so sorry to your dashboards but that was kinda fun and im proud of everything i've worked on and i hope you are also proud of yourself for all the stuff you've worked on! ok thx love u bye

#fic writing meme #ao3 wrapped writing #idk how to tag this #long post #i guess #lolol after this i'll be thinking about my 2024 writing goals #but for now hooray to me #and to you also

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margridarnauds · 10 months

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Unrelated to the writing asks, have you ever thought about bringing 1789 to broadway? Who would you cast? Any specific staging ideas?

God, I've thought about it so much over the years.

From this post from 2019, here was my dreamcast at the time:

After hearing Reeve Carney in Hadestown, I’m actually curious about what his Ronan would sound like, even though I think that I would never be fully over “OH MY GOD, RONAN’S SPIDERMAN.” But Reeve Carney has the chaotic twink vibes that I feel like Ronan needs. I still feel like he needs more GREMLIN, but I can’t think of anyone who could really give me the gremlin vibes I NEED. I don’t know, I don’t follow Broadway all that much these days since I switched to Toho/Zuka/French musicals. Lazare (1) For a Toho-esque Lazare, I really, really like Norm Lewis as a possibility. I think that he could NAIL Lazare, and he’s already played Chauvelin and Javert, so it’s like…the Trio must be completed. He has the voice, he HAS the stage presence, and he does a PHENOMENAL job at playing authoritarian assholes who nonetheless remain nuanced. Any racists who want to argue about plausibility can and will have a brick-length biography on the Chevalier Saint Georges *delicately* applied to the back of the head. (2) Ramin Karimloo, for a more Carnot-esque bent. Look…I KNOW, I KNOW that he tends to be in everyone’s Top 10 Fancasts For Everything, but…I DO think that he has the voice for Lazare, he has the stage presence, and he has the fanbase. My only concern is whether or not he’d bend my son a little too much towards the dark side. (3), which is obviously dead serious, Patti Lupone. Because she would be TERRIFYING. Marie Antoinette - SPEAKING OF EVERYONE’S MOST OVERUSED OPTIONS, I genuinely do think that Sierra Boggess could do a good job. Look, her enunciation sometimes bugs me and I’m not going to pretend that she’s my ULTIMATE FAVORITE CHRISTINE EVER, but she has a fun, sparky attitude, with the range to also do Antoinette’s more somber moments, she has a high enough range that I wouldn’t be TERRIFIED of her high notes (not to name names, but…you know who), and I just genuinely think she would have a fun time in the role. Olympe - Eva Noblezada Solène -Mandy Gonzales. Artois - Josh Young

And I'll add, since I've thought about this more over the years:

Camille Desmoulins - Derek Klena

Lucile - Philippa Soo

Artois - Tam Mutu

Danton - Josh Young

Robespierre - Aaron Tveit

I would follow the Toho production more than the French -- We want something that feels contemporary and modern, but that isn't too abstract, with a solid 2 act structure. French musicals can be a tough sell to American audiences and I refuse to explain the apocalyptic furry tea party sex nightmare. I honestly think that this would be the perfect time for 1789, just because a lot of things that it was doing 10 years ago are now popular courtesy of Hamilton. I've seen a lot of people, even in French reviews of it, call Molière l'Opera Urbain "French Hamilton" and I'm here like "Okay, clearly they did take inspiration, you can see that from the logo, I'm not saying they didn't, but also, French musical theatre did Hamilton before Hamilton. We're seeing American influences strengthening a pre-existing French framework."

The dancing can stay the same, the overall style can say the same, I would probably borrow and refresh the costuming ideas from the French, making a style that keeps the silhouettes from the time period while also modernizing them and giving them a sleek, luxurious feel. Silks and satins for Olympe and Marie Antoinette, Robespierre can keep his black velvet coat and his red and black color scheme.

We're living in the age of projectors in musicals -- I think we could do more with that. I'd love to see a creative combination of physical staging and projectors to really highlight the extreme highs and lows of France at the edge of Revolution.

My gold standard doesn't actually come from either France, Japan, or America, but from Russia, with the staging of the Anna Karenina musical. (The entire musical just. Looks like this. Legitimately one of the most gorgeous stages and blocking I've ever seen in a musical *anywhere*)

We know that in my ideal world, I would pay Attia and Chouet a hundred million dollars or something so I could totally rewrite 1789 and make Peyronan canon, but since I CAN'T do that, there are a couple of things I would fiddle around with lightly, such as emphasizing the close relationship that Ronan and Solène had before everything went to shit and giving Solène and Olympe the stage together during Pour la Peine. Something that was done really well in a bootleg Japanese production I have was that they did have Lazare getting wounded during the Storming of the Bastille, with Ronan giving Solène the choice on whether to kill him or not. I would cut out the plotline to both Japanese productions on Solène becoming a Respectable Woman and let her stay as a sex worker.

Something potentially controversial, and that I'm not even sold about, is minimizing the historical figures -- it isn't that I don't like them, it's that (1) They create a lot of clutter and (2) They will not mean as much to an American audience. To a Japanese audience who are used to Rose of Versailles (and to an audience of Japanese musical theatre fans, who might have watched the Takarazuka Robespierre musical, Azure Moment, the Scarlet Pimpernel, The Poem of Love and Revolution, and Marie Antoinette) they are already familiar with Robespierre, Danton, and Desmoulins. They are Standard French Revolution Figures, we expect to see them.

...for an American audience? It isn't like I think that they're DUMB, but I'm saying that 1789 would face the same issues that Elisabeth would face on an American stage -- trying to make this part of history that Americans do not know all that much about, that isn't really part of our national identity, and to make it appealing and fun. That's a tall order. There's a reason I always said Rebecca had the best chance of being adapted of all the Kunze and Levay musicals (though maybe Lady Bess, especially on the West End), and it's because it's an adaptation of a book that is required reading for a lot of students. (It also isn't lost on me that it feels like this is only an issue. With American audiences.)

...I don't want to cut any of the three of them, not really. I love Au Palais Royal, I love A Quoi Tu Dans, I love the original staging for Ca Ira Mon Amour, but I feel like Danton is kind of the most expendable of the main cast. He can be cut, while Papa du Puget's role can be slightly emphasized more, both to emphasize Olympe's family life and to shed a little light on what the politics of the Bastille were like, since he was a very interesting man who was involved in a lot. Make Necker a ghost character who's mentioned but not seen. Cut Antoinette's love affair with Fersen, possibly give "Le Temps s'en Va" back to Ronan and Olympe, making it a sort of love at first sight situation before shit hits the fan. Tie the show's two villains, Lazare and Artois, closer together so it doesn't feel like two messy plots.

They're painful changes to make, I'm not sold on them (except for cutting Fersen), but I think they might create a slightly stronger show. In the absence of the audience being really familiar with the show, we have to settle for creating sympathetic, likeable leads and a strong love plot. If we don't have that, the show flops.

#long post #1789 les amants de la bastille

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