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avenging-fandoms · 1 year ago

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i see the “your song” post and raise you

pedro would take you to a elton CONCERT and romantically dance with you when it comes on

he would take your face with both his hands and sing it to you while swaying

got carried away but only bc i was able to see him live at metlife ahh!!

i saw him at gillette!!!! i too got carried away. my elton experience was magical and to have had one with pedro would be a dream come true.

“I’ve never seen Elton live before, I’m so excited!” You squeeze Pedro’s hand and he smiles as the worker scans your tickets. “Do we have good seats? I’m sure any seat is a good seat, I’d be happy with anything.”

Pedro’s eyes smiled as he looked at you. His fingers pressed against the back of your hand as he stops at a merch booth. “You’re too sweet, hermosa. Grateful. One of the things I adore about you. Get whatever you want. One of each, I don’t care. It’s your first and only Elton concert.”

Your husband winked at you and you kiss his cheek. You pick out a few shirts and a jacket with a bag, poster, and light up sunglasses for you and Pedro. He paid for everything you got, and it made you want to cry.

You two walked away from the booth and you hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Pedro. You don’t know how much this means to me. My dream of a husband bringing me to an Elton John concert.. my dream concert..”

Your sentence trailed off once you realized where you were. “First and only Elton concert. Gotta make it count.”

Tears flowed. “Floor seats?” He kissed your head as he held your shoulders to guide you to your seats. You got closer to the stage. Closer. Closer.

You were basically playing Elton’s piano you were that close. You sat in the seat and sobbed in your hands, shaking your head as Pedro wrapped his arms around you.

“You deserve this. And because I could do it, I did it. Happy anniversary sweetheart.” You looked up at him with sticky cheeks as you kiss him softly.

“Best present ever.” You had been waiting 4 long months since the day Pedro surprised you with the tickets, and he didn’t let you look long enough to search where the seats were.

He went to get some food and drinks and some girls started chatting with you. They asked about your show and how you and Pedro were doing. They were the type of fans you loved to encounter, the ones you wish you encountered every time.

You snacked on a pretzel as you tapped your toes, Pedro eating his as he took in the arena. After finishing your food and throwing away the wrappers, you and Pedro played some rock paper scissors with the girls behind you until the lights dimmed.

It felt like your first concert all over again. You stood up and screamed even before the cameras turned on, Pedro beaming with a hand on the back of your thigh as he thumb rubbed over your exposed skin.

Tears streamed down your face as Elton came on stage, and the little girl that sat in the backseat bopping her head to “Bennie and the Jets” started screaming.

Pedro stood up and you leaned into him and covered your mouth, in pure disbelief that you were inches from your childhood musical hero.

You and Pedro danced in the open area in front of you, careful not to bump into anyone or block their view. You two would laugh at stupid dance moves and exaggerated singing faces, falling in love again like it was day one.

“Your Song” came on and Pedro immediately turns to you. Your eyebrow rises a bit as you wait for what he’s going to do, smiling as he caressed your face.

“It’s a little bit funny.. this feeling inside..” he sang, and you melted in his eyes. It was just you two and Elton in the room as you two away.

Screams erupted and you look at the screen, and there were you and Pedro. You laugh and tell your husband to look at the screen, but his eyes are trained to your face as he sings.

He hated singing. He hated karaoke, he hated other people singing. But this was different. This was his heart on his sleeve with the blood dripping down his fingertips. This was worth the big screen. This was worth the embarrassment. You were worth it.

You looked back at Pedro with your hands holding his wrist, bringing your face closer to his. The tip of your nose brushed passed his as the crowd still cheered, your moment still very much public.

The fan from behind you guys held up her sign in front of the camera and it switched back to Elton. You blow her a kiss and she nods.

“See how wonderful the world treats you when you treat the world?” Pedro mumbled with his hand smoothing over your back.

“Life is wonderful because you’re in it, my love.” You kiss him softly and he holds your face tightly, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks before pulling away.

“That’s gonna be our new song. For when we want to dance in the kitchen. Or the backyard. ‘Your Song.’ So we always remember this moment.”

His hands fell to your hips with your hands on the back of his neck. “I don’t need to play this song to remember this moment.” You lay your head on his chest, his humming and his heartbeat made you close your eyes as you two listened to the rest of the song.

You two cheered when it ended and you gasp. You reached into the bag and pulled out the glasses, holding a pair out to Pedro and smiling.

“Princesa they look beautiful on you but I don’t-” You kissed him as you slid them on his face, the flashing lights accentuating his displeasure.

“I think they look beautiful on you, Pedrito.” You grab his hands with a shit eating grin as you twist your body to ‘Crocodile Rock” all while Pedro regrets telling you you could get any merchandise you wanted.

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wildmoonworld · 1 year ago

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Good Girl

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: alcohol, cussing, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), oral sex, MINORS STAY AWAY!!

Summary: Your best friends brother had always been attractive to you. You thought it would be fun to be friends with benefits, catching feelings was never the plan. How long will you let him mentally and emotionally damage you?

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He was your best friends brother, twin brother should I say. Josh and you have been best friends for a couples years now. You met him through mutual friends from a party you had attended, Josh was this bubbly person. You were instantly intrigued by his sense of humor and the way he carried himself so confidently and free. Since meeting Josh, you both had spent countless nights hanging out at the local bars and some nights you would stay with him to escape your dreadful roommates.

One night, Josh invited you out to The Heritage. A local bar in the middle of town, it was a go to for you both. Interacting with the locals and enjoying the god awful karaoke from the highly intoxicated regulars.

“Jake is on his way over.” Josh leans in front of you to speak to Daniel. Shaking his head, Daniel leans over to Sam on the other side of him to continue the conversation they were having.

You had only seen pictures of Jake, he was very attractive. Very much your type, long brown hair, mustache and pretty brown eyes. Jake had joined the military right out of high school, from what you had known he was freshly retired and divorced. Jake had married a woman while stationed in Florida, not even a year of dating they were married and had a child on the way. Which you didn’t mind, you had a thing for the Dads that were worth a damn. From what you had heard from Josh, he was an incredibly amazing father.

An hour goes by, Jake walks through the door. Behind him was of course a female, or so Josh likes to call it ‘His flavor of the week’. Sitting around a table, Jake walks over greeting the boys. He reaches over the table motioning to shake your hand, upon shaking his hand the two of you make eye contact and don’t break away for a few seconds. The woman he brought with him, intrudes the moment you have with Jake by asking for him to buy her a drink. Being the player he is, he does exactly that but making sure he flirts with the bartender as he’s ordering his drinks.

“Your brother is hot, like extremely attractive.” you say leaning into Josh.

“So, are you saying I’m hot?” he replies jokingly.

“He’s your twin. Of course I think you’re attractive, Josh.” You reply, rolling your eyes as you nudge an elbow into his side.

“You’re my best friend, so I could never look at you in that way. But…” you trail off, looking over to Jake as he’s working the DJ booth to select the next song.

“I do want a taste of him.” You follow, Josh turns his head quickly.

“Don’t you even think about it, Y/N!” Josh basically screams into your ear. Leaning back, covering your ear because his drunk ass was so loud. You laugh at his response, knowing damn well you could make it happen.

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It was December, Josh invited you to this haunted attraction. This was the only haunted attraction that was open for the month of December, for a Christmas Haunt. You and Josh went every year, this year he decided to invite Jake. This might be your shot to start something, you might regret. You rode with Josh, upon arriving he pulls into a parking spot next to a white Tahoe. Looking over, you see Jake sitting in the driver’s side. You would have never pictured him to be driving a Tahoe, but being the guy he was it kind of made sense. Hopping out of the car, you walk to the front of Josh’s car waiting for him to meet you. Jake walks up beside you, he places a hand on the small of your back.

“Hey bud!” he says, his smile is beautiful.

“What’s up!” you respond, looking up at him to meet his eyes.

Josh walks around to you both, cocking his eyebrows and making eye contact with you. You smile and start to walk towards the ticket booth, the boys are following behind you. While waiting in line, you all are having conversations about anything and everything. The line moved up and you’re beside Jake, he pulls his phone from his pocket and his lock screen lights up. You look over and notice it is a picture of him and his son Reed.

“He looks just like you.” you say, smiling up at him.

“You think so?” he asks, smiling down at his phone. He opens up his phone to his gallery, clicking on pictures of Reed on facetime. You shake your head to reassure him, you meant what you said.

“He lives in Florida with his mom. I get him every other month.” He responds.

“I’m sure that is hard on you.” You reply, looking at him to make eye contact. He meets your gaze, this look wasn’t a normal look. It was like you were able to read his thoughts. The only thing you could read is that he could have ripped your clothes off right there in line. Your entire body got hot, you pressed your thighs together to tame the tension that was begging for him. Neither of you break the eye contact until Josh snaps his fingers in between the two of you.

“NO, negative, not gonna happen.” waving his finger between Jake and yourself. Rolling your eyes, you nudge him to step closer to the door.

Stepping into the room where the workers would give you a back story of what has happened to Santa’s workshop. The room was dark, there was a man dressed as a bloody elf. You had been there every year, so you knew how everything worked. Something was going to pop out from the door that was next to Josh, He was always the first to go and you were behind him. Jake was tagging along, so he was behind you. As the bloody elf was telling his story, your adrenalin starts to kick in and you reach your hand back grabbing Jakes pants leg. You didn’t realize you did so, until it was time to start the walk through. Snatching your hand away, you reach to hold Josh’s, as always. Upon entering the run down ‘Reindeer Hut’, Josh is pulling you through as he was scared of the chainsaw noise you heard from behind you. Turning to look behind you Jake was nowhere, letting go of Josh’s hand you retrace your steps and see Jake waving his hands in front of him trying to see where to walk. You quickly grab his hand and guide him the rest of the way through the hut, not really being able to see yourself you begin to walk slower. Jake is directly behind you, so close your back is against his front half. His hands are on your hips, you can feel his print on your ass. You were definitely not moving away from how close you two were. After finally getting out of the hut, you both find Josh who was waiting for you guys outside. Walking back to your cars, you all are laughing about things that had happened inside. You all headed home for the night.

A couple days go by after hanging out with Jake and Josh, one morning you woke up to a couple messages from Josh and a random number. It was never surprising to get messages from him at like six in the morning.

Josh🤍

“Jake asked for your number.”

“I gave him your number, said he had a question about an event that was happening downtown.”

Unknown Number

“Hey love”

“Hope you don’t mind me asking Josh for your number.”

Jake didn’t want to ask you any question, you know exactly what he is looking for. And maybe, you were looking for the same thing. Your phone begins to ring, the picture of Josh pissing in a bush at a random party you had gone to a few months ago appears on your screen. You answer.

“Josh, you realize you have given me the golden ticket to fucking your brother.” you say, with your phone against your ear. Throwing back the covers, you slip out of bed and head into the bathroom.

“YOU ARE ON SPEAKER, Y/N” Josh responds, you hear laughing in the background.

“The golden ticket, huh?” you hear Jake in the background.

“Oh my god, Josh you know better than to do that shit.” you response, pulling your panties back up after using the bathroom.

Later that day, you get a message from Jake.

Jake❤️‍🔥

“Want to be friends?”

You

“I would like that!”

Couple hours pass by, it’s pretty late by the time you get another message from him.

Jake❤️‍🔥

“I want to see you, I’ll be staying at Daniels tonight. Would want you come over?”

You

“Let me get dressed and I’ll be over.”

Quickly, you jump out of bed and slip on some sweatpants and hoodie. You practically run to the car and head to Danny’s house. When you finally arrive, Jake is sitting in his car waiting for you. You get out of your car and walk up to his, he gets out and greets you with a hug and a kiss on the head. ‘Friends’ don’t just place intimate kisses on the tops of your head, intimate that is exactly how it felt. He reaches in his pocket and grabs the spare key that Danny had given him, Jake comes to town quite often and he lets him stay with him while he is in town. Entering the house, you leave your shoes by the door as you normally do and follow Jake down the hall to the spare bedroom. You were pretty familiar with Danny’s house, being you have gone to many parties that he has thrown and you always ended up in the spare bedroom while Josh would take the couch. Jake closes the door behind him and starts taking his clothes off until he is in his boxers, he walks over to the side of the bed pulls back the covers and slips into the bed. You begin to take your clothes off, down to your lacey black bra and panties. Jakes eyes never leave your site, taking in every curve of your body and details of the tattoos that you have. You slip into the bed next to him.

“How was your night out?” you ask, laying your head on his chest. You were able to smell the whiskey that was on his breath.

“It was great, it’s even better now.” he replies, pulling you closer so that your leg is resting on top of his. He begins tracing circles on your lower back.

“So, you have always had a thing for me, huh?” he follows, peering down at you to make eye contact.

“I guess you could say that. Or whatever you want to call it.” You respond, looking up at him.

He leans in and places a sweet kiss on your lips. His lips are intoxicating, from that moment you knew he wasn’t going to be a good addiction. Slightly opening your mouth to allow his tongue to slip into your mouth, his mustache brushes across the tip of your nose making you giggle. He pulls back and his hands begin to wonder your body. His touch felt sweet and caring, you were terrified of this outcome you knew that was ahead. You weren’t the one to catch feelings so quickly, but with Jake it was different.

He sits up, placing himself between your legs. He leans in again, crashing his lips into yours again. This time it was more intense, breathing through your nose you buck your hips into his feeling is rock, hard length against your clothed heat. Reaching down between your legs, he starts to circle your swollen clit with his fingers through the fabric of your panties. Not pulling away from your lips, you moan into his mouth. You sit up lightly to unhook your bra, still not breaking away from his lips. Slipping your arms through the straps and throwing it onto the ground. A moan escapes his lips, pulling away from your center his hand reaches up to gently squeeze your tits. His kisses begin to wonder down your neck onto your chest, placing wet kisses around your nipple. He begins to suck and nibble your perfectly hardened nipple, the other is in between his pointer finger and thumb, twisting and gently rubbing making sure the other gets the attention it needs.

“Please…Jake, I need It.” you mumble under your moans, he places a finger over your lips. You part them to allow his fingers in, you begin to suck his fingers. Unlatching from your tit, he sits up to take in the view of how horny you are for him.

“Good girl…” he says softly, the way he called you good girl radiated through your entire body.

This was the name for only him to use.

Pulling his fingers from your mouth, sliding them down your chin and your torso until they reached the hem of your panties. He pulls them down and tosses them onto the floor, sitting up you slide his boxers down and he kicks them towards the end of the bed. Rolling over onto your stomach, propping yourself on your knees, arching your back to where your face is in the pillows. His hands are on your hips, seeing you in that position makes him whine for you. You feel his breath on your center, his tongue licks a stride from your clit to the top of your ass. Making you hum sweet moans into the quiet room.

“Fuck, baby. You taste amazing.” He groans, with his hand on your ass and the other around his cock. He runs himself through your soaking wet folds. The tip is finally at your entrance, easing himself into you with a long stroke. You both moan as a relief of pleasure. Thrusting in and out of you, picking up the pace.

“Jake…Oh. My. God.” You say, hardly being able to catch your breath from him pounding into you faster and faster. He reaches up to the neap of your neck and wraps his hand within your hair to pull you back to his shoulder.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” He whispers into your ear, his breath is staggered. The headboard started knocking on the wall. On the other side of that wall you could hear movement for a slight second. He stops.

“Let’s not wake the sleeping beauty next door.” He whispers, you giggle at his statement. Listening for the movement to stop, you hear shuffling footsteps outside of the door and then the bathroom door shuts.

“He’s kind of drunk.” He says through a muffled laugh. His cock never went limp, waiting for Danny to go back to his bedroom to go back to sleep. You heard the bathroom door open.

“Jake?” Danny calls out.

“Yeah bud, just get back to sleep.” Jake responses with a laugh.

“Is Y/N here?” Danny asked slurring his words.

“Yeah, she’s here Daniel. Make sure to drink your water that’s beside your bed.”

Danny never responded. Shuffling back to his bedroom, finally you heard his bedroom door close. The movement stopped, Jake continued. He pulls out and lays down beside you, pulling you on top of him where you’re straddling his center. Takin his length into your hand and hovering to lower yourself onto him, you take a moment to adjust to his length again. Slowly you start to bounce, moving your hips in a back and forth motion. His hands run up the sides of your body, to cup your tits, squeezing and rubbing your nipples between his fingers.

“Look at you go…” he says watching your every move. Picking up the pace, you can feel his cock pulsate inside of you. He was on the edge of his climax and you were eager to hear how he sounded, working your hips faster to quicken the sweet relief you wanted inside of you.

“Fuckkk…you’re…so beautiful.” he moans, his breath his heavy. Hearing him sound so desperate for you made you so weak, your climax hits as soon as his is over. Releasing your juices all over him, wrapping his arms around you, he pulls you down on top of him. His softened cock, pulls out of you and you roll over to lay beside him. You look over to him and give him a slight smile, closing your eyes for a second. He pulls you closer to him and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Good girl.” He whispers

The way he called you good girl, made you tingle. You had been called good girl before, but coming from his perfectly plump lips. It sent chills down your entire body. You knew that, no one else would ever be able to call you that, besides him. And you knew, this wasn’t the last time you were going to see him. He was trouble…sweet, sweet trouble. Laying on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, this is a place you knew you wanted to be all the time.

Eventually, you fell asleep to the sound of a heart that would end up being so toxic in the end.

Part 2

#gvf #greta van fleet #gretavanfleet #jake kiszka #jake gvf #danny wagner #daniel wagner #danny gvf #danny wagner gvf #josh kiszka

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boysplanetrecaps · 10 months ago

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Build Up Episode 0: Getting to Know the Boys Part 4: Team Unique

Hey, friends! This is the fourth and final post in my “episode zero” series of my MNET’s Build Up recaps. I’m giving you some basic background info on each of the boys, including where you may have seen them before, the group they’re in normally if applicable, and my opinion/analysis of their teaser performance. In the previous post, I covered Team Power. This will wrap things up with Team Unique. Woot!

Kang Hayoon

Hayoon is 20, and before this, he went on LOUD and Kookmin Singer. He may have met Jung Soomin (the kid from Chicago) on the show Loud, and he may have met Kwon Euibin on Kookmin Singer.

He was V07, and his teaser song is One and Only by Adele. He has a genuinely unique singing style that doesn’t at all match the way he dresses and looks. It’s a very specific vocal color that might not appeal to everyone -- deliberately somewhat nasal, but in a controlled way. It sounds retro-modern, the way that a lot of Western artists sing these days. He’s obviously a genuine talent, but I can almost feel his throat closing up as he sings. He needs a bit of training to really use that amazing instrument he has. I hope he gets it, and that it doesn’t destroy his natural color.

Jeon Woong

Hair-stylist Unnies, what the fuck? Seriously.

Much better, thank you.

Woong is 26 years old, and was V11, performing Bad by Christopher. He sings the song almost exactly the way the original performer does, even down to the little purposeful vocal kicks. I would have liked to hear a bit more of his interpretation of the song instead of karaoke version. He uses falsetto to hit some of the high notes, but that’s ok, they’re very high notes and he sounds good. I like his singing in an instinctive way, but I’m not sure how well trained he is.

Woong is in AB6IX, a four member group (used to be five) from Brandnew music. Like CIX, this is post-Wanna One group; Daehwi, a former member of Wanna One, is the center and face of AB6IX. Woong, meanwhile, is the main vocal. AB6IX started off doing pretty well, but one of their members, Youngmin, had a DUI arrest and had to leave the group in disgrace. It hurt the group pretty badly, and they haven’t really bounced back. Hopefully, going on this show will draw some good attention to the group, who I’ve always liked but thus far haven’t stanned. The song of theirs that I like best (of the ones I’ve heard -- there are lot of kpop songs, you guys, I don’t always keep up) is Close.

And if you want to hear more of Woong’s voice, here’s his solo song, Moondance.

Sunyoul

Sunyoul is 27 and a member of Up10tion.

He has been on a few shows before this, including two reality shows devoted to trot, a uniquely Korean style of music, and a stint on King of Mask Singer in 2016 where he managed to convince everyone that he was a female trot singer. People were pretty surprised when they found out who he was! Seriously, check out his performance -- I don’t think I’d guess in a million years that this was a man.

For his teaser performance, he was V04, and did a song called Twenty Five Twenty One. He had some shaky moments, but showed his strong lower register and some serious vocal agility, moving from low to high notes almost effortlessly. I think he’s one to watch.

Let me talk briefly about Up10tion. They debuted as a 10 member group in 2015, and didn’t really catch the world on fire. Several members went on ProduceX101 and two members did well enough that they basically started solo careers afterward instead of really bringing the fame home to the group. (I’m not criticizing them -- that was mismanagement on the agency’s part, not their fault.) Three members have left the group, and two members went on Boys Planet (Hwanhee and Xiao). Several members have left the agency, including Hwanhee and Sunyoul, and the future of Up10tion is really dubious at this point.

Meanwhile, I’ve liked a few songs of Up10tion over the years, so it’s a bummer that they never really worked out. I think the first song of theirs that I liked was Blue Rose. Also, What if Love is great, especially the chorus, even if it sounds like they’re saying “ready for love” instead of “what if love”. In my opinion, a lot of Up10tion songs have weird intros and kind of mid verses and then awesome choruses held down by Hwanhee’s marquee vocals and Sunyoul’s sweet higher register. So if you listen to the first 30 seconds and you’re like “meh?” give the whole song a listen. Also, their song Spin Off was one of the best songs of 2021 and lives forever on my playlists. It’s one of those full-on kpop songs that isn’t really any genre, just sort of pop that makes you feel happy.

Wumuti

Wumuti is 24 and is from China, though he’s actually an ethnic Uyghur, a Turkic ethnic group that is an officially recognized ethnic minority in China. If you read my Boys Planet recaps, you know that I have a soft spot for him. He just wants this so bad. Plus, and I don’t want to bum you out too much, but the Uyghurs are facing some pretty serious problems, including forced sterilization and labor camps and it’s really really bad. So I can’t help but always cheer for Wumuti, you know?

He also seems like a really sweet, genuine, and hard working person. He seems pretty fluent in Korean and has been on all the Korean reality shows: Road to Star, The Dance & The Voice, Super Idol, Under Nineteen and Boys Planet. So this makes the third survival show in a row that Wumuti and Jay will be on together! (The other two were Under 19 and Boys Planet.)

Here’s one of my favorite Wumuti performances, gross lollipop aside. (He’s the one in the white hat.) Oh, now I miss Boys Planet!

Then there’s his cover of Antifragile, which he released shortly after getting kicked off Boys Planet.

Ok, as for his teaser song, he was V12, performing Seven by Jungkook. He sounds fine, though I wouldn’t say at all his voice belongs in Unique. I think I’d call it Allround -- I couldn’t promise that I’d know his voice just from hearing it the way I would with, say, Hwanhee or Jay. Also, the rapping is a little cringe, but TBH it’s cringe even in the original version of the song.

I think he was hoping to get people’s attention by singing a super popular song in English. His end game isn’t to make the top 4 of this show -- he wants to launch a solo career. I mean, that’s what I assume, anyway. I’m not sure if that will work out for him, but I hope it does.

Lee Gwangseok, aka, Lee Kwangseok

Gwangseok is kind of a question mark overall -- I know nothing about him, not even his age. We actually learn on the first episode that he has no training at all and works as a model (!). So he has never been on any other show and he’s definitely not in an existing group.

He’s V19 in the teaser song, showing off a unique, smokey, extremely thick kind of voice. I enjoy his performance, even though he’s singing a ballad, so that says a lot, though I know that some people may not personally like this distinctive style. I wouldn’t necessarily have guessed that he has no training. Maybe he just has good instincts, or maybe he had some light vocal training, like in high school chorus or something like that, because he can hit some fairly high notes in his chest voice. And some singers are charming without training -- Joni Mitchell comes to mind as someone like that. They sing the way they sing, and people can like it or not.

I’ll be really interested in see more of Gwangseok. I don’t know if he’s right for a vocal group based on harmonies, because his voice is so distinctive. However, he’s apparently quite handsome* and that combined with genuine vocal talent and his sort of self-effacing charm could give him a decent solo career.

*Those of you who regularly read my recaps know that I have no idea who is and who isn’t “handsome” or “pretty” in the kpop world. I often pick out the member who everyone thinks is the “ugly one” in a group and choose them as the one who’s best looking! So I have no idea. But the other guys on the show react in such a way as to indicate that he’s really handsome, and he works as a model, so I guess he’s handsome.

Hong Sungwon

He’s a musical actor, and that’s about all I know.

He was V21, doing Desperado by the Eagles. He sings it with a slight country twang, which is wild for a non-native speaker. (I assume he’s a non-native speaker? Maybe I’m wrong.) He has a rich, warm tone and impeccable pitch. I don’t love all his weird rhythmic choices in the song, but he’s trying to show that he’s fully singing live. It’s hard to critique a voice like this -- it’s just really good without necessarily really being all that unique. I like it a lot, don’t get me wrong. It’ll be nice to hear him sing more on this show.

Neon

He’s listed as a solo singer, but I can’t figure out much more about him. There’s another Korean singer in this world named Neon Bunny (check out her song It’s You, one of my all-time favorites -- she’s not a kpop singer, she’s an indie artist and the song is amazing) and another Kpop performer named Neon who is a band called About U, so it’s hard to find out info about this particular guy with the same/similar name. I do know that he’s 28 years old -- that’s about it!

He was V33, doing Rush Hour by Crush. He has clean, nice vocals -- not particular unique, despite his category. He’s just really nice to listen to. Good pitch, good breath control, good power, all the good stuff. In fact, I think I would have put him in the Power category. You can see him in his silhouette performance standing quite a distance from the microphone, still singing loud enough to be heard clearly. I’m looking forward to hearing more from him.

Kim Seohyung

Soehyung is a musical actor and has a similar singing style to Kim Seongjeong and Choi Haram. So it’s just not going to appeal to me, as much as I can respect his skill. His teaser song was V18, Me After You by Paul Kim. He did falter a little on one of the high notes, but I mean, it was just 90 seconds of singing one song, and mistakes happen. I think he belongs in the Power category, not the Unique category, but that’s just me.

A fan of his made this “Kim Seohyung cut” of episode 1 -- all 90 seconds that we got to see of him in episode one. MNET really doesn’t care much about Seohyung!

Lee Hwanhee

Hwanhee is from Up10tion, but you might recall him from Boys Planet as the guy who ended up on General Gunwook’s team for Kill this Love. (Performance) You might also remember that he had to withdraw from the show midway due to his health issues.

He is V38, performing Tomboy by G-Idle. He did the song justice, I thought, putting enough snap and sass into it. There were some backup prerecorded vocals that make it tough to tell how much he’s singing live. But I’ve heard enough of his vocals to know that he’s capable of some excellent singing.

I never got the sense that many of my 3-4 readers liked Hwanhee much, but I think he’s a really good vocalist. I like his distinctive, Baekhyun-esque vocal color, which adds nicely to Up10tion songs. However, he might be a tad outclassed by some of the other guys on this show, who have more training than he does. I think sometimes he wears out his voice and kind of runs out of steam while he sings.

I think I would have put him in the Power category, but maybe I don’t really understand what the categories are about.

Kwon Euibin

I can’t get over this official picture. Imagine being like, “Yes, this represents me. This is my brand. I’m going for that, like, pissed off substitute teacher vibe.” I mean. IDK.

He really likes beige sweaters over white shirts, I guess.

Ok, so Euibin is only 25 years old, and my scouting tells me he’s a trainee going for the idol life. He went on two other shows: The Idol Band: Boy's Battle and Kookmin Singer. On the latter show, he may have met Kang Hayoon, the one who sang the Adele song for his intro clip.

He was V35, another fecking ballad, but his voice was unexpectedly sweet and pretty compared to his serious countenance. He strained a little on some of the higher notes and the whole thing felt a little uneven, occasionally kind of shouty. It’s nice to listen to despite all that. I’m not quite sure what to make of him so far, so I’ll reserve judgment for now. But again, not sure he’s “unique.”

Taewoo

Taewoo is 26 and my sleuthing tells me he’s a songwriter who appeared on a few other shows I haven’t heard of, Sing Again 2 and Vocal Play 2.

He’s V28, Thought of You by John Park. I really like his voice. It’s slightly gravely, in a good way -- it has character. Finally, a unique singer who is actually unique. It’s hard to say how trained he is based on this clip but I know I want to hear more of him!

And that’s it! Gang, we did it. We made it through all 40! Now, I’ll move on to the recap at last.

See you then and there!

#bpr recaps build up #build up mnet #mnet build up #up10tion #lee hwanhee #wumuti #kwon euibin #kim seohyung #neon #hong sungwon #lee kwangseok #lee gwangseok #sunyoul #woong #Ab6ix #kang hayoon

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fff777 · 1 year ago

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I've had GOT7ing bookmarked for a long time but since it was so long I kept putting it off. I started missing them recently so decided to finally watch the entirety of this.

Episode 1

I had watched some of episode 1 before but I might as well watch it again from the start.

Wang Gae Park Gae are always so goddamn comfortable it's nauseating lmao. Jackson makes Jinyoung laugh soooo much like please leave some happiness for the rest of us.

I'm pretty sure there are people sitting in the back who have to cover their faces up ^^;;

Jackson and Jinyoung arguing about meat. It's very Jinson squabbling but it's also very 'GOT7 fighting over food.'

Jinyoung laughs SO easily at Jackson's antics ToT

The way Jackson PUMMELS Jinyoung with "why didn't you want to be my partner back then?!?!?!"

Jackson did not let Jinyoung eat the meat himself and had to feed it to him.

Eating meat with their arms linked...so unnecessary ^^;;

Jackson kickstarting JB story session lmao.

Coco peed on Jinyoung's shoes T_T

Mark and his touching story about Jackson being the only trainee his age that he could talk to :P But it came right after the Coco dried poop on Jinyoung's white dress shoes story ToT

I'm not used to Mark talking a lot and telling stories lol.

Bambam: Mark and I were best friends at that time.

Didn't they get into a fight when they first met each other XD

Yugyeom was a listener for Jinyoung :3 And then Jackson pointing out the Yugyeom favouritism because the way he said it implied that no other members could put as much effort into listening as Yugyeom.

So Youngjae's the guy who goes "guys guys guys!! let's focus!" lmao.

So Youngjae's just always awake, always gaming. But also his mouse clicking being a comfort to Bambam when he watches TV XD

Jackson: Mark-hyung, ment!

Mark: Let's do good

Not exactly how it went, but basically how it went lol

Episode 2

The subtitles keep calling Jinyoung "Junior" even though we can clearly hear that the guys are calling him "Jinyoung."

All the guys cried when they were trainees and had to stretch their legs ^^;;

No comment

Jackson just kept putting Youngjae into compromising positions ToT

And then the guys ganging up on Jackson and putting him in a compromising position lmao

Finish dancing and then immediately sit down to watch the game tape.

Jackson really is shit stirrer supreme, he's always trying to make jokes or play pranks ^^;;

So many of the guys wear NBA-related stuff. Jaebeom was wearing a Bulls sweater Jinyoung was wearing a Suns sweater, and Yugyeom had a bulls jacket. I'm pretty sure I saw some NBA clothing in episode 1 too lol.

I don't know what the point of Mark having his coat halfway around his arms is (when he and Jinyoung go out to buy ice cream).

At first when Jinyoung introduced the battle between Yugyeom and JB I was like well Yugyeom has dance battle experience doesn't he? But then I was like oh wait, JB was a b-boy too lol.

Episode 3

They could just ask Jaebeom to pay but GOT7 (spearheaded by Jackson) always has to find the most annoying way to tease Jaebeom lmao.

Youngjae setting the mood for karaoke lol.

Jackson playing the tambourines with the most 'I was paid to be here' face ever.

Jackson: I can sing any song you choose for me

GOT7: *Chooses a song he doesn't know*

Yugyeom's falsetto verse of Pick Me, with waacking freestyle dance break

Aw, Bambam was nervous about singing and JB sang it with him

Lmao "maybe we should have at least one good performance"

Yugyeom really is Jinyoung's baby uwu. When Jinyoung was going back with the snacks, he was tugging Yugyeom along by the hand.

LMAO Jaebeom, Jinyoung, and Yugyeom just having an argument about the money while the others are paying them no mind and just singing karaoke.

They pulled up an English song (JBiebs) for Mark :P

The House You Live In by Park Jinyoung by Park Jinyoung

LMAO Pororo song is a must XD

I still don't get why/how karaoke gives scores.

Episode 4

Jackson sitting on Jinyoung's armrest. Clingy boy.

Mark wearing a Bulls sweater, Yugyeom wearing a Nets shirt, and Youngjae wearing a Bulls coat. I'm guessing their stylists got a bunch of NBA themed stuff and that's why.

Coco's parents and Tuan brothers is Youngjae + Mark and Mark + Yugyeom I guess lol. Why is Yugyeom a Tuan brother?

The Youngjae/Mark/Yugyeom van is the music & relax van. The Bambam/Jinyoung/Jaebeom/Jackson van is the shenanigans van.

Jaebeom's a dog

Youngjae woke up Mark to get food at the rest stop and Mark said he was full, but honestly I wonder if Mark just said that so that he could continue sleeping. Wouldn't surprise me :P

As always, the claw on the claw machine is way too weak.

Jaebeom heard a dog and put everything down to look for it. A lover of critters.

Lol Jackson and Jinyoung looked so awkward trying to approach the pomeranian. But Yugyeom and Jaebeom had no problems approaching either of the dogs.

Jaebeom getting up close with the dogs :P He accidentally bumped into one though who barked at him.

Jackson getting on his hands and feet because he wanted to be played with and praised. Jackson dogboy always.

Episode 5

"Look at Yugyeom being weird singing by himself!"

Contrast that with Dream seeing Jisung sing alone at the wall and teasing him but joining him later XD

I thought it was a bit when Jackson was like "something entered my body!" and ripped off his jacket. I realized that he meant like something went in his shirt when he started getting it out lol.

Mark was the culprit XD

There's a zoo on the island!

Jackson and Bambam having the most pointless argument about ostriches and whether Bambam learned about them in school.

Youngjae was already talking a lot in English these days

Jinyoung flying jump kick at Yugyeom

Jinyoung is being such a nuisance lol

I was already noticing how nobody calls Jinyoung "Junior" even though the subtitles always call him that. But recently I saw a video where Jackson was ranting about how nobody actually calls him Junior and that everybody calls him Jinyoung. So now I notice it even more.

Mark wants to lie down and relax and nobody's joining him

What is this dog roleplay ToT First it was Jackson in the last video and now Jinyoung and Youngjae have both done it on Nami Island.

PADDLEBOATS!!!!!!! I love them even though they go a lot slower than you want them to lmao.

Somehow it turned into bumper paddleboats, that's gotta be some kind of safety hazard ^^;;

Jinyoung and Jackson had to leave early

LMAO in the background there was a woman wearing an Exo sweater

Snacks (hotteok and ice cream) before food (chicken galbi)

Jaebeom ok with holding hands with Mark but not with Yugyeom

Episode 6

Way more interested in playing than eating

Mark playing rules lawyer today

Jaebeom and Mark still eating long after the others have finished and started to clean up and play.

Jackson imparting his fencing knowledge onto us. So apparently when the fencers touch each other at the same time, the one with the offensive move wins.

Well actually Jinyoung is the only one cleaning up and chilling. Jackson, Youngjae, Bambam, and Yugyeom are doing the fencing.

Youngjae fencing with an iced coffee in his other hand.

JB and Mark continuing to eat, finishing with the fruit.

Jaebeom also going to sleep after eating. Perfect healing day indeed.

Jackson is taking fencing too seriously, as expected lol

JJP literally don't care

Youngjae blurry cam

Youngjae shaky cam

Mark casually doing flips. So casual. Also the height though.

JB random breaking on the soccer field.

Why did Youngjae continue holding the foam sword during soccer

I'm feeling Jinyoung might be the best soccer player here lol.

Episode 7

Apparently Mark, Jackson, and Bambam are really good at bowling?

So the secret to unlocking the forbidden Jinyoung affection is by getting a strike

Breaking: Jackson is actually BAD at bowling!

Youngjae didn't get a strike but he did get nine pins when before he kept getting the gutter

Nooo Jackson ripped his pants ToT what is with this group and ripping pants on camera

I don't get why Jackson and Youngjae switched teams lol

Is it just me or does Mark just hold the bowling ball and not put his fingers in the holes?

Jinyoung coming back and Mark asking him to spank him ^^;;

Omg but it's always Jinyoung who makes sure the spankee is in proper position before he spanks (which he did to Yugyeom lol)

Wait Jackson was wearing the Bulls jacket that day?

Episode 8

Yugyeom doing colouring, Youngjae doing watercolour painting.

Bambam told Yugyeom his cellphone password? Except it was too long so Yugyeom couldn't remember it.

These guys are so not subtle in how they're trying to get Yugyeom to drop the bottle of wine.

Ngl pranks do make me uncomfortable so I skimmed this episode.

Noooo Yugyeom ToT

Now I know the clip of Yugyeom going "DON'T HOLD ME I'M FINE!" is from this lmao

"Sorry Yugyeom's mother."

Episode 9

Yugyeom wanting to get back with his own prank, but he only shares it with the fellow dongsaengs Bambam and Youngjae :P

At the time I am watching this, I am hungry, so watching the guys snack on food is not helping!!!

Bambam was like "eat this, it's good!" to Yugyeom and then he ate half of it and Yugyeom ate the other half ^^;;

Bambam coolly passing the lie detector tests. He is flashy but I do think he is humble and realistic about his popularity in Thailand.

And then everybody passing the lie detector test X'D I think GOT7 is relatively close and understanding of one another so there's no need to hold grudges because they know they're all different. Proven by the fact that Youngjae got buzzed when he said he was a better singer than Jaebeom because you really can't compare. I know the lie detector test is just for fun and not that scientific, but I'm choosing to read too much into it lol.

I KNEW the passport drama was a prank lol. If they showed it on TV like that, it probably is.

Bambam: Y'all can just sleep at my house :3

Omg they're all just gonna prank Mark ToT

Mark the chillest victim of a prank ever. But he felt that the others were acting so he just let it play out XD

Yugyeoms' prank: Failed

Jinyoung taking a flight in a dress shirt are you kidding me. He also went bowling in a dress shirt though. Always the prep.

And then Jinyoung READS on the plane after he finishes his meal. Couldn't be me.

Episode 10

JB recovered from herniated disc T_T

Not fair

So NOISY as they're trudging to the escape room blindfolded

The MOST 大驚小怪, the employee only turned off the light and they freaked the fuck out T_T

Jackson is just here to be a nuisance TAT The others are starting to look for hints and Jackson is just there on the phone.

I thought Jackson was bluffing but he really did randomly find a key lol. He's so exhausting x.x (I know it's for the bit but omg pls)

Jackson: Please praise me

Jaebeom had such a pleased smile on his face when they escaped >3

Hmm

Apparently they were a little over but the staff ended up counting it as a pass.

Yubam...

Final thoughts

I do miss GOT7 a lot. I'm glad I saved this up to watch when I was in a GOT7 mood T_T

#screencaps & commentaries #got7

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pheita · 2 years ago

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A congress, a playful cover, and an accidental epiphany Part 7

New Week, New Part. I was so deep into writing this I overlooked the fact it became too long for one post because of all the set ups for the things that follow. So Part 8 will be posted fast.

@stormbrightwriter @catharticallysarcastic @kainablue @bloodlessheirbyjacques @chris-the-dragonslayer @weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables @pen-for-sword @magic-is-something-we-create @zmwrites @poore-choice-of-words @ashen-crest @queerlilchinchin @violetcancerian @contes-de-rheio @incandescent-creativity If you missed a part or want to read what happened before, or my actual main WIP that takes place roughly 5 years later, i have a pinned post with all the links now.

After the excessively long panel discussion, Tali had been glad they still had time to pack their suitcases in peace and stretch their legs and get changed for the evening. While she had been getting a snack, she had seen that there would also be a karaoke station during the party and couldn't help but laugh at how all the scientists would try their hand at singing. So, the evening would definitely be fun. She didn't think anyone had that much humor, but it would be able to distract her from everything else. Slowly, she didn't know what to make of Constantine. Again and again in the last twenty-four hours, she had the feeling that Zoe was right, and his suggestion was perhaps also unconsciously somewhat self-interested. Tali was sure he wasn't just seeking physical contact because Melinda could be around, and the strange silence in the morning when Rafael joined them was also unusual for him. She faltered at the thought of Rafael. He was nice, charming, polite, and basically everything pretty much any woman could want. There had been no mistaking that he had something against the way Melinda acted, and the way he made sure she was okay, too, puzzled her. Knowing that Constantine was going to get a few more things for the boys' night out with his brother, Tali walked around the hotel room only half-dressed and put everything she could already pack back into the suitcase. Only the things for the evening, the clothes for the next day and sleeping clothes remained outside.

Music was playing over her PC, her hair up and only in her underwear, she stood with her back half to the door, contemplating if she had everything so far, when the rustling of bags made her sit up and take notice. Tali looked at the door and found a petrified Constantine still standing right at the door. Fortunately, he had at least closed the door. For what felt like an eternity they both looked at each other like the deer in the headlights, both being the deer, then Tali sprinted off to the side and grabbed the dress she was about to put on before disappearing into the bathroom. The impulse to bang her head against the wall was only held back by the fact that her mind was occupied with the way Constantine had looked at her. That wasn't the look of a man accidentally seeing his colleague in her underwear, it was something else and that something else was making her feel hot again. She leaned against the cold tile hoping it would provide some relief. The memory of his hands on her waist and legs still too fresh in her mind as to not join the countless other hugs, touches and kisses that had by now brought her to the brink of insanity. Even if she had not been proud of it, but only in the morning she had taken advantage of the short waiting time and the fact that they had split up to get a little relief, but that was clearly not possible now. She took a few deep breaths in and out. She had managed to spend time with Constantine before without exploding, so she would survive the evening no matter how much her hormones went crazy and the animal part of her would love to grab Constantine and fuck him until the next morning in any way possible, no matter how the room looked afterwards. The careful knock on the bathroom door brought Tali out of her thoughts. "Are you all right?" "Yeah, everything's fine. Just give me a moment."

She quickly pulled the dress on and ran her hands over the fabric to see if it had wrinkled too much, then came out. There was still shame written all over Constantine's face. It was something different that he was blushing and not her. "You look beautiful," he blurted out. Tali could only mutter an embarrassed "Thank you" as she walked past him. She had hoped a little that he thought she looked pretty in it, but with everything that had been in the last few days, she could only semi-enjoy it. It was just a simple dress in a dark terracotta tone that went down to her calf and had blue, yellow and red flower embroidery along the V-shaped neckline, as well as on the wide half-length sleeves. Together with the black leather belt she had borrowed from Nura, it should fit for the evening. "Constantine? I'm all ready to go. I'll go down and wait for you in the foyer." "All right. I'll be there as soon as I can, too." She slipped on her wedge sandals and shut down the PC. The food at the restaurant would be on the room's bill anyway and the party was paid for by the organizer so all she had to do was take her phone and key card. Amused, she chuckled at finding a use for the clutch she had received as a gift years ago. The stream of other attendees was already slowly making its way toward the foyer. Some used the time to get something to eat in the harbor or to talk with colleagues. "Thought I saw you." Rafael's disarming smile appeared in her field of vision. "Rafe! I thought you'd be roaming the haven." Elegantly, he extended his arm to her and escorted her to a vacant sitting area. "I'll do that later. I'm waiting for my uncle, who is also here. We were going to visit a relative, but it seems my uncle once again forgot to set the alarm for his nap." "Your uncle?" They sat down on the comfortable sofa, Rafael making sure he sat in such a way that he could react immediately in case something might happen. "Yeah, he's ... kind of all over the place," he laughed sheepishly, "But one of my sisters lives in town, so we wanted to take advantage of the circumstance. Especially after she became a mother just a few months ago." Tali couldn't help a small, delighted squeak. "Curious about the new family member?" There was something sheepish in Rafael's smile as he glanced to the side. He pushed a loose strand of hair back behind Tali's ear. "Also, but mostly making sure Maya doesn't kill her partners. Neal and Samuel are a pair unto themselves and to this day I wonder how that even works with the three of them. Either Maya wants to run away, or Sam, or she wants to beat everyone to a pulp, or Neal solves everything with fight training, charm, or chocolate. On the other hand, it doesn't really work any differently with my parents." Although he laughed, Tali felt as if that was what was bothering Rafael. She put a hand gently on his and looked at him questioningly. "Something like a family curse?" "Mhmm, at least on the nymph side." Silence reigned for a moment. Unexpectedly, Rafael's head jerked toward her and grinned. "What's it like on your end?" "What, I don't understand." "We're mystical beings, our families are definitely different. How bad is yours?" The memory of her mother's birthday surprise from the year before came flooding back to Tali. "So bad... I'm sorry." "That's okay," she muttered.

Her clutch was clearly more interesting right now than Rafael. "Rafael, would you please stop imitating your father. Your sister is waiting." "I'm coming, Mark." Deliberately slow, Rafael stood up and leaned down to her once more with a smirk. "I hope to see you at the party later." There was something strangely intimate about the way he stood in front of her in such a way that Tali didn't know where to really look. The next moment Rafael turned and walked over to his uncle, who was standing a few steps away, just shaking his head in amusement. She was still trying to recover from that when Constantine appeared next to the seating area and scowled at Rafael. She almost thought he was jealous, but that would have required Constantine to have deeper feelings for her first. "Are you alright?" He reached out his hand to help her up. "Yeah, don't worry. I just can't figure him out." The lack of answer and the scowl still on his face told her that Constantine didn't trust Rafael for some reason, even though he clearly wasn't working with Melinda. She squeezed his hand as she stood up and used the momentum to fall into him with a smile. "Don't think about him, or Melinda. The week is almost over. Weren't we going to have dinner?" "Are you starving?" "If we don't leave soon, yes. A smirk drove away the scowl. "I saw today's special is lamb." Hungrily, she giggled. "Are you trying to seduce me?" His hand landed on her back. "No, but it's good to know that lamb is a good remedy." Tali stumbled over her feet when she heard that and Constantine stopped, as if he couldn't believe what he had just said. They looked at each other and started laughing.

There were things Tali had expected for the evening, but there were things she could not be prepared for, as she was able to discover. The meal had been delicious and relaxed. Somehow she even forgot what a mess Melinda had made of everything the last few days and how Rafael had confused her or the awkward moment just before. The little voice warning her of the emotional down fall that would inevitably come over the weekend, she simply ignored and enjoyed just spending time with Constantine that had nothing to do with work. As they slowly strolled from the restaurant to the hall, the first attempts at the karaoke machine could already be heard, but Tali had not been prepared for the fact that some colleagues would besiege Constantine that he should sing. So now she stood at the bar, waiting for her wine and watching Constantine go through the selection of songs as if it was a science project. As soon as the last bars of the song had faded out from the previous one, he went to the microphone and entered the number of the song he had chosen. Tali was amazed. For reasons she couldn't name herself, she wouldn't have thought he knew pop music, and even less that he would choose a song by Maroon 5. Giggling, she took a sip of wine when her glass finally came, only to choke when Constantine sang. For all she knew, she never thought he had such a smooth soft voice. Taken by his voice and presence, Tali could only stare at the small stage as if Constantine were a siren and not a wind elemental. His rendition of Daylight almost seemed as if he was singing it to Tali, and it was only the buzzing of her phone that brought her out of her enchantment. A quick glance told her it was just her mother asking her to let her know when they were leaving the next morning so she would know when she would be there.

Constantine joined her just as she put the phone away again. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, just my mom." He gave her a sympathetic look and took his wine for a sip. There was no mistaking that he was using the moment to look for Melinda. "I didn't know you liked karaoke." "Singing yes, karaoke less so. But it's part of these conventions, in a strange way, and as you could see there's a secret list of who sings well. I consider myself more of a dancer, though." "I'll be happy to judge that." The image of her and Constantine dancing closely in her mind, Tali took another sip and tried not to giggle. As she set the glass back down she noticed Melinda in a corner, half obscured by shadow, and sighed. "You found her." "In your back, staring at me, that I wouldn't be surprised if her eyes turned red and she was about to breathe fire." Her elaboration made him laugh. "That would be something I'd almost pay money for if it weren't for Melinda." "Constantine!" Playfully horrified, Tali leaned back a little. An amused smirk on his face, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Surprised?" "A little." He gave an impulse for her to turn around. Turning, he stepped closer, and Tali didn't know if it was the wine or his proximity, but she felt warm and a little drunk. Still in the spin, he stepped closer to her and placed a hand on her belly as he leaned down a little toward her. "See that group of men there at the table, talking peacefully? As the evening goes on, they're going to start arguing about some little thing to the point where you have to remove them from the room, and in the end, they won't know what they were arguing about." Her gaze roughly followed his line of sight, and she found a group of five men. Gently, he pushed her face to the left.

"Those two there will flirt more and more with each drink and disappear after the fourth wine at the latest, like they do every year.... Or those two there, half in mystical form? From experience, it's another hour before they start measuring their strength." "This happens every time?" asked Tali quietly. It was hard to concentrate on his words when he was standing so close. "Every time anew, as if in a time loop. It's nice from that point of view that you're here today." "Is it?" She glanced back at him. Though he was smiling, his jaw was clearly grinding, and his gaze seemed to be locked on her lips. Her whole body tingled at the sight. Unconsciously, she stuck her chin out at him a tiny bit. "Yes, that's it. You're definitely more interesting than the same old arguments, and far too smart to be a part of something like that." "Says the man who almost ended up in a fistfight at his first convention," laughed a deep male voice. Tali growled. They both looked around to the back, where the voice was coming from. Constantine laughed out loud and shook his head. "I should have known you'd be here. Tali, this is Michael Reizin. He was sort of my mentor." "If you can even guide a free spirit like you," Michael scolded, extending his hand to Tali, "But I see you've finally found someone who can keep up with you." "Free spirit?" asked Tali with a laugh as she extended her hand to Michael with a sideways glance at Constantine. "There's no other way to call his order." "That's quite true." Constantine looked back and forth between the two with a startled face. "Are you ganging up on me so fast?" Fatherly, Michael slapped him on the shoulder. "I'm just stating facts." Tali kissed Constantine on the cheek with a giggle. "I'll leave you two alone for a moment then." Michael's laughter accompanied her as she disappeared toward the restrooms to collect herself a bit after being so disturbed. She was sure Constantine would have kissed her if Michael hadn't intervened and she had to process that first.

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callgespenst · 2 years ago

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My Ohayocon 2k23 Writeup

Every time I go to a con and I think “wow, so much happened, that was fun” and then it all blends together with every other con I’ve ever been to after a few weeks. This will be the first of hopefully many convention diaries/life updates so I can look back in a few years and -not- wonder where the time has gone.

THURSDAY: while the con had events (mostly badge pickup, really) on Thursday, we elected to skip out to go see the Reincarnated as a Slime movie before the weekend really got started. Good movie! Got cash out for the con and some last minute supplies (more E6000 glue for my boot covers).

FRIDAY: My wife and I both had to work in the morning but as soon as that was done we got our costumes on and got out the door! I wore my Paptimus Scirocco cosplay, which I haven’t taken the chance to do since ANYC 2019. (There haven’t been a whole lot of anime cons since then, or at least, not ones I’ve felt safe going to). Got in, bought our badges at the door (almost glad we didn’t pre-reg, the line for that was much longer) and went straight to the dealer’s room. Ran into a few friends, went to our long time favorite vendors of Otaku Joseph and Megaroad, and didn’t actually spend a whole lot of money because our collections are already massive and out of control. I got a lot of small stuff (my last daily photo) going through some dealer’s bins and chatted with a guy who was also looking through for cool robots. After that was dinner with friends at the local pizzeria, and a panel, and then we left early.

THE PANEL: Went to a guest panel for Shin Kurokawa, who worked on the AnimEigo Macross release in the early aughts. I’ve learned a lot about early anime fan culture (exchanging raw VHS tapes, some of the first cons, etc), but never really heard anything about working from an official perspective at that point, so that was fascinating. Used to be a lot harder to make DVDs, that’s for damn sure. Kurokawa revealed that the release of the DVD set got pushed up, after being delayed for a while, because 9/11 happened, a lot of people cancelled their preorders, and they wanted to cut their losses. So then someone at the end of the panel, starts to ask “So, if 9/11 hadn’t happened...” and everyone starts laughing because, what a way to open a question about anime.

SATURDAY: Our friend Koji came up for the day so a lot of our Saturday was showing them around the dealer’s hall, artist’s alley, and taking photos (I was Gamlin on Saturday, and my wife was dressed as Nekki Basara all weekend). We got lunch at North Market during the only lull in the ramen place’s line, and managed to show Koji around and have a good time. Took those two back early and then went back to the con center on my own.

KARAOKE: Fumbled my way through Totsugeki Love Heart, I usually do a lot better but I felt weirdly self-conscious at the time. The funny part was before karaoke, when we were sitting outside the room in line. The hosts were doing a sound test, and it sounded suspiciously like “The Borderline” by Sharon Apple. So I turn to my buddy next to me in line and say “Hey, isn’t that The Borderline?” and he says “I don’t think it is”. So I go up and open the door just to confirm, and I was right! And in my con-powered enthusiasm I turn around and shout “IT -IS- THE BORDERLINE, FUCK YOU ANTHONY!” to the confusion of most of the other people around us.

SATURDAY EVENING: Went to go get pizza again with a slightly different group of friends. Met a Quattro cosplayer who seemed pretty cool. Ended up sitting around for three or four hours just bullshitting, which is always good. Got tired and left just before midnight.

SUNDAY: Designated Mahjong Day. Most of the rest of my usual group didn’t show up until one, so I played some DDR (did awful) and some Initial D (did alright). I think that was the exact motivation I needed to get back into playing DDR more seriously, accidentally put on a ten-footer (on basic mode!) and got most of the way through it even though it wasn’t a song I was familiar with. Just gotta build my stamina back up. Then I helped with a mahjong teaching session, which was a nice confidence booster, I felt like I was doing pretty well with three players who were mostly unfamiliar with the game. We had -both- genders of Americans interested in riichi mahjong, “played it via Yakuza”, and “played it via FFXIV”. The game room closed early due to snow, and then we went home.

OTHER HIGHLIGHTS: the literal, honest to god barbershop quartet that was there on Sunday. I don’t think they were there as attendees, they just went to entertain a crowd, and they were pretty damn good. Their group name was “The Fourskins”, and you can “follow them on nowhere”.

All in all, I had a great convention! No drama, no bullshit. Fewer of the lads made it this year than usual, but those who did come, I got to have a good time with, which is what counts. For my next convention I really need to submit some panels, cons don’t quite feel right without them.

#gespenst updates

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dankusner · 5 months ago

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Katy Perry Is Stuck in 2016

We used to know who Katy Perry was.

A good Christian girl gone wild, shooting whipped cream out of a candy-cane bustier, cruising in her Jeep, and getting freaky on the weekend.

A beach babe in search of good times and cheap thrills.

Over a decade ago, in the aftermath of the Great Recession, Perry satisfied our national appetite for youth, frivolity, and hedonism.

She represented pop music as a sweet escape, producing some of the best, most era-defining songs of the 21st century.

Teenage Dream, her smash 2010 album, tied Michael Jackson for most No. 1 singles; half of its tracks went Top 10.

If called forth at karaoke, basically everyone can sing, verbatim, “Last Friday Night,” “Firework,” and “Teenage Dream.”

Who is Katy Perry now?

A recently retired American Idol judge, the wife of movie star Orlando Bloom, a new mom, the designer of a whimsical shoe line stocked at Macys.

She’s a proud liberal who wears “PERSIST” armbands to the Grammys and remains committed to empowerment politics even though its integration into her music — “purposeful pop,” as she has branded it — precipitated her plunge.

Most of all, she’s a 2010s relic, a faded pop star frantically attempting to clamber back to relevance, only to be thwarted by her inability to tell up from down.

Did you know she released an album during the pandemic?

Probably not.

Well, Katy’s back, and everything about the rollout for her new album, 143, reeks of desperation.

Bidding for lowest-common-denominator gay fandom, she’s busied herself resharing tweets calling her “mother”;

she enlisted YouTube-controversy machine Trisha Paytas to react to her album.

At Paris Couture Week, she dragged a 500-foot-long train emblazoned with lyrics for the album’s lead single, “Woman’s World.”

She’s so pro-woman, in fact, she rehired Dr. Luke, the embattled producer behind some of her biggest hits, whom she had ceased working with following allegations that he sexually assaulted Kesha, once her friend. (Dr. Luke denied the allegations and countersued for defamation; he and Kesha settled their long-running legal battle last year.

“I never drugged or assaulted her and would never do that to anyone,” he wrote in a statement last month.)

What’s going on?

Each 143 teaser has told a different story.

At first, it seemed like the California Gurl was going Bushwick, based on an initial promo photo of Katy as an Arca-style femmebot in a white bikini top and giant robo-legs.

But, a few weeks later, 143’s cover art dropped, and she is now some kind of woo-woo mermaid teleporting into another dimension.

“SLEEP TIGHT FOR TOMORROW THE PORTAL OPENS,” she tweeted. (143, for smartphone-natives, is ‘I love you’ typed on a pager.)

She’s been dodging the press — and fans pressing her on why she’s working with Dr. Luke — while previewing songs directly on Instagram Live.

What the streams reveal: vacant lyrics, ill-advised guests, very obvious samples — an album that will almost certainly flop.

As confirmation, today we have “Woman’s World,” a paint-by-numbers pump-up anthem about how girls are geniuses, saints, blessings sent from heaven.

“She’s a sister/She’s a mother,” Perry sings, as if those are the only two identities she can think of.

“Open your eyes, just look around and you’ll discover.”

In the music video, Perry dresses up as Rosie the Riveter, boobs bouncing in a stars-and-stripes bikini; she shows off a vibrator — not the most subtle product placement — and douses herself in “Whiskey for Women.”

A crashing anvil indicates that it might be satire, but then we are back to bedazzled vagina ornaments.

At the end, Perry hangs off a helicopter, brandishing a ring light stolen from a TikToker that’s miraculously transformed into the female gender symbol.

What?

Perry is like Barbie in Barbie Land, stuck in a la-di-dah dimension in which Hillary Clinton is still the Democratic presidential nominee, “Male Tears” mugs make bank on Etsy, and the most transgressive thing a celebrity can do is sing “Fight Song.”

(Coincidentally, as if bat-signaled by murmurs of a new female presidential candidate, Rachel Platten announced a new album this week.)

In an interview with Zane Lowe, Perry guessed people recognize her mostly for “songs with a message, songs that are captions on T-shirts and stuff,” betraying a fundamental misunderstanding of her appeal.

She’s always been at her weakest when she comments on capital-S society, as in her “wake-up sheeple” manifesto “Chained to the Rhythm.”

What people want from Katy Perry is fantasy, escapism. In the end, “Woman’s World” comes off so forgettable, so cringe, that it overshadows the blatant hypocrisy of having an alleged predator produce it.

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bluejaysandblackbats · 10 months ago

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If There’s Nothing Missing In My Life…

Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam

Summary: Newly-emancipated popstar and child actor, Conner (screen name: Lucky) navigates high school and stardom on his own.

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech, Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Hillary Chang

Additional Tags: Highschool AU, Celebrity AU, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Exploitation, References to Depression, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Conner Luthor, Lex Luthor is Conner’s Parent, Childhood Trauma, Self-Confidence Issues, Teen Angst, Angst, POV First Person, No Powers AU, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, POV Conner Kent, Protective Lex Luthor, Child Celebrity AU

Chapter Five: Depress to Impress

He went home once I was well enough to return to school. We didn't say goodbye to each other. I think that made it easier to return to school that Friday. I would've broken down if we had to say goodbye. I returned to school in a weird mood but put on a brave face. At least that's what I thought. We met for P.E. outside, and Hillary sat next to me, knocking shoulders playfully. I couldn't help but smile. "I thought we scared you off," Hillary smiled.

"No way... It was actually bad lunch meat," I replied. Hillary covered her mouth to keep from laughing at me.

"I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you. You haven't had a home-cooked meal since you got emancipated, huh?" Hillary asked. I shrugged. I ate with Rex sometimes, but I don't think that qualified as dinner. She took my phone and put her number in.

"If you want me to take you out to dinner, just ask," I joked.

"I need you to shut up. I'm gonna teach you how to cook... So you don't kill yourself," Hillary laughed. I grinned. "Listen, Lucky, you realize I'm never gonna flirt back with you, right?"

"Yeah, I know. I'm just trying to figure out how to be your friend," I replied as I followed her around the track. Hillary gave me a smile so big I relaxed my shoulders. Finally, I said something right.

She brushed her knuckles across my chin. Hillary didn't say anything else to me for a long time, and I got nervous. I walked a few paces ahead of her and trotted backward. "Do you think I'm weird?" I asked.

"That's a weirdly self-conscious question to ask," Hillary teased. I held my hands behind my head.

"I'm out of town this weekend, but do you and your friends wanna hang out at my place next weekend? I've got a karaoke machine... Well, my manager's daughter left hers over my place, but it's basically mine," I suggested. Hillary took in a breath and held it for a second. It looked like she wanted to say no. "Right, no... Weird question."

I turned around and cursed under my breath. It was so embarrassing how far I was willing to stick out my neck to connect with Hillary. She was so cool to me. I couldn't help but feel like a dweeb when I was around her. "No, I-. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I have a pretty packed schedule for the next two weeks," Hillary reassured me. I put my headphones in and tried to recover from how stupid I made myself look.

She took one of my earbuds out and popped it in her ear. "Oof, I didn't expect you to listen-."

I shushed her. "Our little secret... What did you think I listened to?" I questioned.

"I don't know... Definitely not this, though. I thought you liked pop music," Hillary replied. I put on my sunglasses and rolled my eyes. "What?"

"I don't really care for pop like that... It's the sound that was picked for me," I replied, "And I stopped writing my stuff after they chopped and screwed my innermost feelings for a pop hit." I hated singing it on tour. I had to sing it because it was one of my biggest songs.

"What song?" Hillary asked. I chewed my lip. I said too much, but I was in a seriously bitter place. "You're not gonna tell me?"

"I already said too much. I'm in no place to complain. That song is the only reason why I have a singing career. Besides, I shouldn't dump on what people like. It's rude," I replied. Hillary's eyes widened.

"You don't like your own music?" Hillary asked.

"Not at all... But I don't get paid to like it," I replied before realizing I was parroting a producer who told me the same thing when that song was released.

I didn't want to talk anymore, but I couldn't shut down either, so I turned up the music and hoped she'd let the conversation die out. She did. When the bell rang, Hillary and I parted ways, and I spent the next hour taking notes in English at the library. I hadn't been to a public library before, but it was like the ones on tv. "Lucky, mind coming here a second?" Mr. Isaia whispered. I nodded and met him in the classic literature section. "I know you missed most of the week, so you can go check out your textbooks now if you haven't already." I thanked him and grabbed my backpack before heading to the librarian's desk. She scanned my schedule and gave me a stack of textbooks. I put two in my backpack and carried the other two.

I received a text from Rex, and I sat outside Oceanography, waiting for him to pick up the phone. "You're good to go right after school, right?" Rex asked.

"Hi, Rex. I'm fine, thanks. How are you?" I replied sarcastically. "And no... Can you give Roxy the spare key?"

"Yeah, sure. How do you feel about the interview? Got any off-limits topics?" Rex asked.

"If I say anything's off limits, it'll look like I'm hiding something," I replied, "And I know they're gonna wanna ask about the emancipation."

"Good," Rex replied before hanging up. I knew what he meant when he asked stuff like that. It was a trick question. No question is off-limits. My job was to be coy when someone asked something invasive or inappropriate. I'd been asked all sorts of things, but the questions this was my first interview since my emancipation. It bothered me that this was the first time my dad wouldn't be present to screen questions. He'd pulled me from interviews because of inappropriate questions. I shuddered at the thought.

School sped by, and Rex picked me up. He handed me a packet which I assumed were the pre-interview questions. I read through the first few, which were expected, but I stopped at a question worse than anything I could've anticipated. It hurt. "Rex, I know we talked, but this question is off-limits," I announced.

"No, kid. No question is off-limits. You're trying to re-invent yourself and show people that you deserve to be treated like an adult. This is how you do it," Rex replied.

"Did you look at any of these?" I asked.

"Uhhh... I skimmed a few of 'em," Rex lied.

"They asked me about my adoption. I thought-."

"It was off-limits when your dad had custody of you. You're an emancipated minor now," Rex replied, "Just make light of it."

"Make light of being asked questions like: Have you had any hot rendevous since you've been in Hawaii? Rex, that's weird. You're supposed-."

"Luck, look at me. Have I ever steered you wrong?" Rex interrupted. I didn't answer. I didn't even tell him what the worst question was. I don't think he would've cared.

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cherrycheridarling · 3 years ago

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happier | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: swearing and sad. fluff if you squint

summary: you wish tom the best with his new relationship in your new song. {listen to happier by olivia rodrigo (if you want)}

wc: 3.6k

'We broke up a month ago,'

"I've been thinking," your heart sunk at his words, "I'm always working." he grabbed both of your hands.

You locked your gaze in his. Sat in the living room of his shared flat. Inches apart yet you could already feel the separation between the two of you growing.

He avoided your eye contact, "I-I can't be in a relationship unless I can give one hundred percent of myself to the other person. A-and I know I haven't been doing that to you, which is c-completely unfair." he wiped away a tear from your cheek that you didn't know had fell, "You've been so, so good to me. I'm sorry I wasn't better, but I can't keep putting you through this." his voice was barely audible.

You finally tore your eyes away from his face. His tear soaked face. Choosing to stare at a spot over his shoulder instead. You took three deep breaths. In and out. Something about his words made you confused, but your pain overpowered it.

"Please say something. Anything." he whispered against your knuckles. Holding your hands to his lips.

You gently removed your hands from his grip, "Thank you for being mature and honest with me." you started with a sniffle, "Thank you for all of our memories and for showing me what love is," you cupped his face, "Thank you for everything, loser." your light laugh lacked any humour, but it still brought a slight smile to his face.

He held your hand that was resting on his jaw, "I love you more than life itself, darling." he kissed your palm and you felt your heart shatter. "Never hesitate to call, dummy."

You nodded with a sad smile. "I love you, too." You stood up and made your way out of the door. A year and a half down the drain within ten minutes.

'Your friends are mine, you know I know you moved on. Found someone new.'

"Do you guys wanna do something on Saturday? I don't have work. Maybe karaoke?" you asked the group without looking up from your phone.

Harrison made a confused noise, "Did you forget? We have Nadia's birthday par—" you heard a loud smack, "—Ow! What? Oh, shit."

You looked up to see Zendaya, Jacob, Harry, Sam and Tuwaine all glaring at Harrison.

"Absolute div." Tuwaine muttered.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Who's Nadia?" you looked at all of them as they avoided eye contact. "Daya?"

She let out a long sigh before clearing her throat, "Um, Nadia is- Well she's kind of- you know, um—"

"—Tom's new girlfriend." Sam finished for her.

Your mouth formed an 'o' shape as you processed the information. His new girlfriend. It'd been a month and four days since he ended your relationship. And he had a new girlfriend.

It took him a month to move on. A month to be able to give a hundred percent of himself to someone.

You couldn't tell if you were more angry or sad. Maybe a mixture of both. Angry that your friends were hiding information from you, but at the same time you understood their intentions. Sad and upset because the boy who told you he wasn't ready to give a hundred percent of himself was already with someone new.

You slowly nodded, "Oh, okay. Well, I hope you guys have fun." you gave a tight lipped smile before looking back at your phone.

Everyone glanced at each other worriedly before allowing their gazes to fall on you again.

"How do you feel?" Jacob asked cautiously.

You locked your phone and set it on your lap, "I'm fine." you faked a smile, "I think I'm gonna head home, though. It's getting late and I have an early studio session. Bye." you quickly grabbed your purse and left with a small wave.

"Y/N! Wait—" the slamming of the front door cut Tuwaine off.

It was three p.m. and you weren't supposed to be in the studio until noon.

'One more girl who brings out the better in you,'

"Y/N/N. You need to talk about it sooner or later." Zendaya reminded you as she sat at the end of your bed with Harrison beside her.

You removed the covers from your face, revealing your tear stained cheeks, "Does she make him happy?"

There was silence from your two friends before they hesitantly nodded. Both weren't completely sure, but they assumed she did.

"Does she bring out the best version of him? Does she stroke his hair while they cuddle? Does she cook with him? Does she walk Tessa with him?"

Harrison sighed, "Y/N/N, we—"

"—Because that's what I did. I brought out the best side of him. I stroked his hair while we cuddled. I cooked with him. I walked Tessa with him. I did it all. Every single thing." your voice broke towards the end as you let the sobs rack through your body.

Harrison and Zendaya went to either side of you and held you. They just held you. Because even they didn't know what to do.

'And I thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past,'

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Zendaya asked as you walked towards Tom's front door.

You nodded and smoothed down your sundress, "Yeah. We ended on good terms. It's been two months or so. We're friends. Plus, I miss hanging out with all of us." you assured her.

She sighed before knocking on the door, "Alright."

A few moments later the door swung open revealing Tom. Dressed in black jeans and a white button-up. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Curls dangling over his forehead. A sweet smile on his lips.

You felt your stomach lurch. Air leaving your lungs involuntarily. Heart rate quickening. You could smell his cologne and every single memory with him clouded your mind.

"Hey! It's great to see you guys—"

"—Sorry. I-I think I left something in the car. One second." you rushed out the words before turning on your heel.

Zendaya let out a long sigh, "Fuck."

Tom frowned, "Did I do something wrong?"

'But she's so sweet, she's so pretty. Does she mean you forgot about me?'

"Y/N!" an unfamiliar voice called out to you from somewhere in the boys' backyard.

It was Harrison's annual barbecue get together. Nearly three months since your break up with Tom.

You turned towards the source of the noise and found a girl walking towards you. Brunette. Tight black dress with black heels. Body and face of a model.

"I've been dying to meet you! I'm such a huge fan. I basically live off of your music." she giggled as she hugged you.

You smiled, "Aw! Thank you! That means so much to me. You look amazing, by the way."

She laughed, "Thank you! But you're absolutely gorgeous! Sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nadia, Tom's girlfriend."

Of fucking course.

You raised your eyebrows, but managed to keep a smile on your face, "Oh! I've heard so much about you! Well, Tom's one lucky guy," you chuckled, "I'd love to chat some more, but I need to use the washroom. Excuse me. It was a pleasure meeting you." you gave her a hoaxed smile before quickly walking away.

You were two feet away from the washroom when Zendaya grabbed your arm, "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

Your breaths were coming out in short puffs, "I just met Nadia?"

Her eyes widened before she dragged you towards Tuwaine's room, "Okay. Let's sit down."

'Oh, I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know. I can't let you go,'

"You should move in here." Tom mumbled against your shirt.

You let out a small laugh, "You already have four roommates, love. One more might turn this into a barn."

He lifted his head off of your chest, "I'm serious. Driving from Manchester to Kingston all the time is such a hassle for you. We have recording studios here and it would make me the happiest man in the world if I could wake up to your gorgeousness everyday." he planted kisses on your forehead, nose and lips.

You chuckled at his boyish grin, "It's only a three hour drive and I'm sure the boys don't want me imposing on your time with them."

He quickly shook his head, "I already talked to them about it and they want you here, too."

You raised your eyebrows, "Well, if you're sure it'll make you the happiest man in the world, I'll think about it."

"You already make me the happiest man in the world, but I needed something to convince you." he rested his head on your chest again as you laughed.

'So find someone great, but don't find no one better. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.'

"Are we ordering pizza?" Harrison yawned from beside you on the couch.

"Sushi?" you grinned hopefully.

Tuwaine shook his head, "We had sushi last night."

"Tom and I are making dinner for you guys!" Nadia reminded you from the kitchen.

Her arms wrapped around Tom's waist as he stirred whatever was in the pan he had on the stove.

You really hated their open floor layout at that moment since there wasn't a wall to block them from your view.

"Oh, yeah. What're you making?" Sam asked.

"Salmon with rice and steamed veggies." Tom answered without looking up from the pan.

Everyone made noises of realization as you turned to Harry, "Aliens or a tiger. Which do you think you could beat in a fight?" he asked.

You laughed before replying, "Hmm, depends. Are the aliens small or—"

"Tommy!" you heard a girly giggle and turned to see Tom with Nadia over his shoulder as they laughed and ran around the kitchen.

You quickly diverted your gaze to the coffee table. Forgetting about Harry's absurd question. All eyes were on you.

"What?" you asked when you finally looked up at your friends.

"Are you okay?" Harrison frowned from beside you before resting his head on your shoulder.

You let out a dry, quiet laugh, "Of course. As long as he's happy."

The looks of pity you received were almost as painful as the scene you witnessed moments ago.

'And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean,'

"Premiere day!" Zendaya walked into your shared hotel room with a bright smile, Nadia following behind her.

You faked a smile as you applied another coat of mascara, "You girls look gorgeous."

Zendaya was in a red and black sequin gown. Hair down and heels on. Nadia was dressed in a maroon silk dress with a slit on the side. Black heels dawning her feet. Both had makeup and accessories on matching their attire.

You were in an emerald green gown with a slit running down your left leg. Silver heels and silver jewellery to match.

"So do you!" Nadia exclaimed as she sat on Zendaya's bed.

"Are the boys coming soo—" Zendaya got cut off by three loud knocks on the door.

"I'll get it!" Nadia jumped up and opened the door.

Tom was stood before her in a maroon suit. Matching her dress. Black dress shoes. Matching her heels. Glasses on and a bright smile.

You watched as Tom ran his eyes down Nadia's outfit, "Well, aren't you just the most beautiful girl in the world?" he planted a kiss on her lips as you witnessed with envy.

"Aw, Tommy. I love you."

"I love you more, darling." he grinned before looking behind her.

Heart wrenching pain struck you again.

You watched as his mouth fell open by the slightest bit. Eyes growing wider.

He quickly snapped out of his daze, placing a pearly white smile on, "You two look absolutely stunning."

You acknowledged his compliment with a curt nod.

Zendaya let out a laugh, "Yup. About to out do you at your own premiere."

'Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?'

"Green or white?" you held up both dresses against your body.

Tom looked up from his phone, "Both of them will look amazing on you, love."

You sighed, "I appreciate the compliment, but I am meeting Sebastian Stan tonight. Now is not the time for indecisiveness. One of them will make me look bad and I need to know which one."

The Infinity War premiere was in two hours and your anxiety was growing by the minute.

"C'mere." he motioned you towards him with a 'come hither' gesture as he sat on the edge of the hotel bed. You made your way towards him. Standing in between his legs as he wrapped his arms around your waist, "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. Absolutely gorgeous. You could make the ugliest dress look like something from a fairytale."

Your smile grew as he kissed your stomach, "Thank you, mi amor." you bent down and placed a peck on his forehead, leaning your head against his, you whispered, "Now, green or white?"

He chuckled and pecked your lips, "White."

You smiled before making your way to put on the white dress, "I love you."

"I love you more, darling."

'And now I'm picking her apart. Like cutting her down will make you miss my wretched heart. But she's beautiful, she looks kind. She probably gives you butterflies.'

"I don't like her." you murmured.

Zendaya chuckled, "Nadia? You barely know the girl."

You nodded, "And I don't like her. I don't like her giggles and her nickname for him. I don't like her hair."

You knew you were looking for things to dislike, but there weren't any. She was a fan of your music, she complimented you all the time. She was genuinely a great person.

She sighed, "No, you don't like the fact that she's dating Tom. If she wasn't, you wouldn't be saying any of this."

You rolled your eyes and glared at her, "Can you let me be angry?"

She laid herself down on your mattress, "Nope. If you wanna be angry, be angry at Tom. Nadia hasn't done anything to you. You're better than this."

"God, I hate your optimistic side sometimes." you threw a pillow at her.

She laughed, "One of us needs to be the optimist."

You sighed, "Do you think he misses me?"

"Yes." she replied without hesitation.

You sat up and furrowed your eyebrows, "What makes you say that?"

She let out a long breath, "You need to talk to him about that."

'I hope you're happy. I wish you all the best, really. Say you love her, baby. Just not like you loved me. And think of me fondly when your hands are on her. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.'

"And you're dead." you dropped the controller on your lap as you defeated Harrison in Super Smash Bros again.

He huffed like a child, "Unfair. I taught you how to play, how'd you get better than me?"

"Actually, I taught her how to play. And I am ten times better than you." Tuwaine corrected him.

Harrison scoffed, "Whatever. Sweaty nerds, the both of you."

Nadia spoke up from Tom's lap, "Can I try?"

You nodded, "Who do you wanna go against?"

She chuckled, "I think I'll verse Harrison. Seeing as how Y/N just kicked your ass, I wanna at least have a chance."

Her comment made you laugh as you handed her the controller and watched them pick their characters. You watched as Tom set his phone down and focused on the screen where his girlfriend chose Pichu.

"Choose Kirby." Tom told her.

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Why? Pichu is so cute."

"Y/N always plays as Kirby and she always wins. With that stupid power absorbing ability." he chuckled as his eyes landed on you.

You felt your heart skip a beat at the small detail he remembered before you played it off with a light laugh, "Not my fault you thought Luigi could beat Kirby everytime we played."

'Ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo,'

You pressed on the keys of the piano in the boys' home. Singing your heart out. You still had your spare key and Harrison told you no one was home.

You were waiting for them to return from golfing so you could have your Sunday night dinners. It's been nearly four months since your breakup with Tom. Your album was due to be released on May twenty-first and you were letting the still evident pain fuel your lyrics.

"I hope you're happy, just not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know. I can't let you go. So find someone great, but don't find no one better. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier." you faded out the piano and pressed stop on the recording on your phone.

Writing down small notes about the song and things to tweak, your thoughts were quickly interrupted.

"I'm not."

Your head snapped up. Tom was leaning against the doorframe behind you. Tears escaping his eyes.

"T-Tom. I'm sorry. Haz told me the house was empty and I just started playing and- Wait. What did you say?" realization dawned on you.

He stepped closer and sat beside you on the piano bench, "I'm not happier. Hell, I'm not even happy." he gave a pathetic attempt at a laugh, staring straight at the black and white keys.

Your mind was trying to catch up with everything happening, trying to register his words, the state he was in. Grey sweats, black tee. Messy hair and red eyes.

"Why?"

He released a heavy sigh, "There's so many things you could be asking 'why' about. Why did I break up with you? Why am I with Nadia? Why am I not happy? Why the hell am I crying? Which one is it, Y/L/N?"

You blinked a few times, "All of them."

He sniffled and rubbed his face, "I felt like I was holding you back." he started, catching a glimpse of your confused expression, he continued, "You hadn't released any music in over year. There were so many articles saying that I was the reason that the biggest pop star in the world was quitting music. I didn't want to be the reason for that."

"You weren't and you aren't." you assured him.

He shrugged, "I just felt like you would do a lot better without me. And you are. Look at you, your fifth album is coming out next month." he nudged you with his shoulder, "I'm proud of you," he smiled.

"T-thank you."

He nodded, "Anyways, why am I with Nadia? Um, a few days after we broke up, I went to a friend's place to distract myself, as one does. She was there. She was a distraction. I never meant for it to get this far. You know, she actually asked me to be her boyfriend." he chuckled dryly to himself as you listened intently. "I guess, I thought it'd be easier to move on if I had something else to pour my love into?"

You nodded slowly, "Okay, I somewhat get that. So you really do love her?"

He quickly shook his head, "No, no, I don't. I mean, I can't. No one can truly love two people at once. And I think that answers the question of why I'm not happy." he paused and faced you completely, "I'm crying because hearing that song and hearing how evident your pain in it is, that will make anyone cry. I'm crying because I miss you and I miss us. I-I miss what we had and what we were. I miss your kisses and your stupid jokes that only you laugh at. I miss going on walks with you and Tess. I just miss you."

There was a long period of silence after his confession. You were trying to process all the information he was giving. He was cursing himself for being so straightforward. The longer it went without a response from you, the more anxious he got. He grabbed your hands, holding them to his lips.

"Please say something. Anything."

Déjà vu.

You swallowed, "You want honesty?" he nodded, "Okay, I was so mad at you. I-I was infuriated. Y-you told me you weren't ready to give a hundred percent of yourself and that you couldn't be in a relationship until you could give all of yourself to that person. Then a month later, you're with her. Making me feel like you just couldn't give yourself to me." you paused and shook your head, "You could've told me the truth. You should've told me the truth. We could've talked about it. We could've avoided months of awkward run ins and no communication." he nodded, still holding your hands in his, "I'm not gonna lie and say I don't miss you because I do, I miss you more than anything, but we shouldn't be doing this or saying these things while you're with her." you removed your hands from his.

He spent a moment looking down at his fingers. Releasing short breaths. "I don't want to be with her."

"But you are. And I don't want you to break up with her for me. Because that's not how things work, Tom. But you shouldn't stay with her either. Especially if this is how you're feeling. That's just unfair to her." you shook your head and felt your mind clear.

He nodded and met your gaze, "This is the end of us, huh?"

You shook your head, "I don't think there will ever be an end to us." you laughed dryly.

He agreed with a smile, "For forever and a day, remember?"

You nodded, "For forever and a day."

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purpleyellow · 3 years ago

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TTT 2020

Seventeen 14th member

Hayun’s masterlist

“Hyun’s cut on TTT 2020”

Requested by: anon

cw: alcohol consumption (it’s TTT, idk what to tell you)

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me.💙

Let's do this bullet point style because it's easier to cover the experience that was TTT 2020 (also, I just couldn't write it as I usually do. don't ask me why)

Starting off with the road trip to the destination

Hayun was supposed to be on the grocery team aka Scoups, Joshua and Seungkwan's car

But because there wasn't enough space for all of them + Dino + the groceries, her and the maknae got relocated

So that's how she ended up on Wonwoo, Minghao and Vernon's car

Everything was chill

Everything was good

You know, they stopped on the side of the road for pictures and such.

At some point, while Minghao was driving, everyone but Hayun went silent.

She just kept going on and on about the cars driving by them until the realization that nobody else was engaging in the conversation hit her.

“You guys probably zoned out a long time ago, so I'll keep quiet for now”

Cue, Wonwoo laughing and reassuring he was listening to her, while Vernon, who wasn't paying attention, tried to catch onto the topic.

“What? What's so funny?”

“Nothing. Just turn up the radio”.

Time jump to after arriving at the house …

Hayun first gets spotted as she's going up the stairs to the karaoke lounge area

She stops, stares at Jeonghan's “Yoonzino” and proceeds to stand in the corner of the room while he raps and the other guys hype him up.

Jeonghan can't help but laugh when he turns around, and she's just 🧍 while looking mildly confused.

When the guys are outside playing foot volleyball, she's the last one to arrive (well except for Vernon)

Casually sings “Hayunnie wants to play” while skipping down the stairs that lead into the garden.

Her attention gets stolen by the alcohol on the table

“Do you want to join our team?” “Maybe later”

After that, she just stands there and takes a couple of shots. Laughing at the members' mistakes and teasing them for losing points.

She's the type of person who tries not to laugh first but ends up doing it anyway while trying to see if anyone got hurt

Seriously, Mingyu gets hit on his face by the ball? Cue slightly intoxicated Hayun running to him while laughing her ass off.

Not her fault, he basically kicked himself in the most clumsy way possible.

At some point she joins to play too

Though it isn't clear who's on her team and who isn't because everyone is screaming at her for missing a point when she wasn't even near the ball.

“It was right in front of you!” Seungkwan takes two steps and mimics the move she could've done.

“You lost your point the moment you started to scream” Hayun waves him off and goes to take the punishment shot without a problem

After the group disperses a little, she goes to the kitchen to help anyone who needs it

Aka, Joshua, who's handling everything well, but still gives her something to do so she can feel helpful 🙂

So there goes Hayun, looking for napkins in the cupboards and helping stir whatever food they're cooking.

And in comes drunk Hoshi, looking for… someone?

“Heavily intoxicated people must stay away from the oven” Hayun says while spreading out her arms in hopes of blocking his way into the fire

Hoshi is unfazed and just hugs her instead

Drunk Soonyoung = Clingy Soonyoung

“Cool shirt, tiger. Can I help you with something, though?”

They just stand there for a while, hugging until he pats her back and lets her go without a word

“We haven't even eaten yet, and he's already past the point” She laughs at DK's face when Hoshi walks his way and also gives him a long wordless hug

“Here, take a sit” She instructs Hoshi to a chair after going outside to where the grill is. Shoving a piece of meat into his mouth, Hayun nods, “Eat a little while you wait”.

“You just told him to eat while waiting to eat?” DK's question makes her freeze as she's walking back to the stove.

“I'm not sure”

Food break!

Which in Seventeen TTT language means eating first, then playing drinking games after

Hayun was lucky enough to be sitting near Jun and Wonwoo, since they were at the end of the rounds and there were a lot of people who could mess up before the game got to them

Quick intermission for Minghao's and Woozi's birthday (it's almost their birthday again lmao, let's not mention that)

She tried to get them to put their fingers in the cake and make a wish, but Woozi was the only one who heard it.

“I should do what?” He frowns, confused at her weird request, while Hayun laughs, waving him off and taking another shot of soju.

Back to drinking games

Hayun is weirdly the most and least competitive person on that table

Won't bat an eye whenever she loses and just takes a shot like it's nothing

But also, will pull out every rule to every game ever to make sure the others are also drinking

Like Joshua, she did not understand the rules to that 1,2,3,4,3,2,1 game

Whenever she had to get up, Wonwoo would tap her leg under the table to let her know

Except that backfired onto him missing his own count and both of them getting it wrong together

Also, small little insight on Hayun's strategy when they play the hongsam game

She always points at Scoups

For no particular reason, she just does it

And he never caught onto it until then

Because, even though she was right in front of him, he didn't see her pointing. Or they would pick each other, and he would move onto someone else, but she wouldn't.

After the third shot he had to take, Cheol got pissed

“STOP CHOOSING ME”

“You're always going to be my first pick”

“AFTER TODAY, YOU'LL NEVER BE MINE”

Hayun places a hand on her chest while looking hurt

“You know I’m kidding, right?”

When the guys started to disperse again, instead of going to the karaoke area where most of them were, Hayun went outside again

Maybe to get some fresh air

Maybe to get her revenge on the volleyball ball, since all she did was pick it up and throw it against the net

Quite aggressively might I say

“The world is spinning,” She said at some point, to no one apparent

“It's cause you drank too much. You should go to bed,” Jeonghan materialized behind her, scaring the crap out of Hayun.

She looked around to realize most of the boys were also outside, getting ready to play foot volleyball again

Questioning when did they got there, she dragged herself to the bench swing thingy on the corner of the garden

Hayun doesn't remember falling asleep there, nor how she got into the room she woke up in

News flash, somebody had to carry her like a potato sack

Hot news, it was Mingyu, who deeply wishes she doesn't watch the footage of him accidentally hitting her head on the door frame.

It was softly though, so it didn't leave any marks or anything

But it did make a thump sound that scared the hell out of him

Cue Mingyu checking for a pulse to see if she's still alive

Considering he was also very drunk, that whole situation could have ended up a lot worse

As you can guess, Hayun was not a part of the ones who woke up earlier and planned on leaving the others behind

On the contrary, she actually got up quite confused with people walking around the hallway

So, she walked straight to a bathroom to get herself together and most importantly to pee

Might have fallen asleep on the toilet though

Because by the time she walked out of the bathroom, the entire floor was empty

She goes down the stairs' step by step. Stopping to watch Hoshi tidying up the karaoke floor.

He laughs at her confused state and points for her to help him gather their mess

“Did Hayunnie get up?” Someone shouts from downstairs.

To which she answers with, “Were you, by any chance, planning on leaving me behind?”

On the way back, she joins Dino in the backseat of his, DK's and Mingyu's car.

Is slightly concerning her to see Dokyeom lagging every time Mingyu gives him the directions, but she tries to laugh it off

That time he stopped at a red light and once it turned green he couldn't get the car going, got her really alert

“I can drive if you want me to, you know”

She was also slightly concerned as Dino took out a book to read

Stared at him for a good five seconds before pulling out a pen from her bag, taking his book and turning it to the last page

They played tic-tac-toe and hangman for the remaining road trip

I don't know how to finish this

On the closing scene, she jumped and screamed “TTT” with the rest of the guys

Yay

#Hayun #seventeen 14th member #seventeen au #Seventeen Additional Member #14th member of seventeen #svt 14th member #seventeen x 14th member #seventeen female addition #seventeen female member #seventeen female oc #seventeen oc #kpop addition #kpop female member #kpop female oc #kpop female addition

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shepherds-of-haven · 3 years ago

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I hope you’re having a great day Lena! I was just wondering if we could have any fluff facts about the shepherds as a whole! Like fun tidbits of how they interact with each other, what some of them do if they have the same day off, does anyone host weekly game nights?? I hope that makes sense! Reading the recent short story on Patreon I love seeing how the characters interact with one another and now I need moreeeeeee🙏

Ooh, great question! I’m feeling curiously tapped dry at the moment, so I’ll probably have to reblog this as more ideas come to me; I’m so happy you’re enjoying the short story, btw!! 💖

Some group dynamic headcanons:

Many of them steal clothes from each other. Briony wears a cute sweater of Shery's (she asked), Ayla gets cold so she just takes one of Red's jackets from a chair (she didn't ask), Chase gives Tallys his scarf one day and Riel corders Trouble a pair of gloves from a fashion line he favors because his old ones are holey and they get into an argument about it... This leads to some recruits mistakenly thinking that the captains are all involved in some sort of mass relationship because they keep walking out of each other's rooms wearing each other's clothes. (The recruits believe a lot of really dumb stuff, if you couldn't tell. They LOVE gossip. It's like a competitive sport in the compound)

There is a weekly card game night, initiated and organized first by Chase, but it grows bigger over time, with snacks, cakes, drinks, and new games being procured! I'd actually say it's more like every ten-fourteen days or so than on any set weekday, and is typically proposed by anyone who senses that they or others need to blow off some steam. They all tend to meet in a private common room and either just chill and play some card games and casually drink and listen to music, or they get LOUD and raucous and play more risque non-card games (like Question or Command/Truth or Dare). The loud nights are more like once a month or bi-monthly, though! They take place in the captains' lounge so dumb recruits don't get to join! It's rare that they're in there all doing the same thing, though: maybe half will be at the table playing card games while others will be broken up into smaller groups, say arm-wrestling in the corner or playing chess at the smaller table or reading, but they're all there! Game nights are almost never held unless everyone is there, which is extraordinarily difficult to schedule, but they all make an effort to make it happen--even those who first had to be dragged into it, like Blade or Riel!

Speaking of chess games, Red and Riel have a standing game where they complete at least four more moves every night that they're around and able to meet up after dinner. Planning their next move helps them both break up the monotony of the day, and it's something they enjoy immensely. However, whenever he gets called away on a mission, Red gets sick with worry that Riel's been cooking up all sorts of schemes while he's been gone, so sometimes on the road he has, like, a schematic that he doodles on trying to anticipate Riel's next move, and it's very nerdy and ramps up in joking Anxiety. Riel, graciously, goes easier on him on nights after he comes back from long trips, though he denies it

Similarly, Blade and Trouble have a standing training session once a week where they just beat the crap out of each other. This is generally where they do the majority of their talking

Briony and Ayla first had an agreement that they would get the other one up if they overslept (Briony tends to be the one who oversleeps while Ayla is better about being up at dawn, but Ayla is really grouchy if she went to bed late and Briony is the only one who can handle her), which morphed into doing runs and sparring together at dawn and having breakfast frequently!

The girls have a standing spa night once a month where they all get together in a room (usually Shery’s) and basically do sleepover stuff and relax and chat and catch up for a few hours. This also sometimes involves showing each other new outfits that they bought that month! Sometimes there are even group baths in the big common bath, but these are rarer because Shery is shy and Tallys doesn’t like sitting in hot water getting pruny

Chase and Trouble drag Red and Halek to go drinking with them around once a month; sometimes Blade is persuaded to go if Trouble can get the drop on him and punch him hard enough to wind him. It’s complicated

Riel and Shery, of course, have tea together once a week! You’re not allowed if you can’t bring a chill vibe (Riel’s rules). Tallys, Lavinet, Halek, and Red are occasional visitors; Briony is allowed on a good day. Blade would be allowed but he has 0 interest

Similarly, Lavinet hosts a weekly brunch, either in a courtyard or at some restaurant in town! Typically it’s a girl thing and Ayla, Briony, and Shery are the most consistent attendees, but Chase has snuck his way in there often, and Riel, Halek, or Red pop up occasionally!

Tallys and Halek cook together! It’s not all that often and doesn’t seem to have any set way of materializing--it just happens somehow--but they both very much enjoy it! Sometimes they cook dinner for the whole group and have a little dinner party that they both secretly get excited for! Sometimes Shery bakes the dessert!

Riel noticed that Tallys has a little garden that she spends time weeding, so he sends gardening tools or special seeds when he thinks she needs them and she leaves baskets of vegetables or vases of flowers in his office. All of this is done without exchanging a word

Chase sporadically teaches Briony acrobatics and things like tightrope walking, just randomly whenever they’re both idle. She teaches him how to gut people with bare fists and also sometimes they paint!

Caine caught Red grazing in the pantry late one night and now it’s like a Thing where they pass each other in the kitchen and Red sort of just looks the other way re: Caine’s bedtime and what on earth he’s doing up so late and Caine doesn’t tell anybody that Red is just absent-mindedly eating a loaf of bread at 2 AM because he was too busy working to remember to eat dinner. It’ll be like, “there’s some turkey leftover from dinner in the cold box” “oh hey, Caine. thanks. ...so, what’s the news from the midnight watch tonight?” “i’m going to go hunt ghosts on the seventh floor with my friends!” “...okay! have fun!”

Lavinet has a monthly shopping trip where she updates her wardrobe, and it is very common for others to accompany her around the city and just shop while they drop! Common partners are Shery, Briony, Riel, Chase, and once memorably Blade, who didn’t know what he was in for!

Trouble and Ayla are wildly competitive and keep arm-wrestling each other for money; this becomes a bi-weekly sporting event that is eagerly attended and bet upon by third parties

There was ONE group karaoke night. ONE. Most of them got so blackout drunk that they swore to never do it again. Even now, several of them go green whenever they hear a popular bar song (“Don’t Piss Where You Plant Your Flowers”) being sung, especially badly

The game of "telephone" gets really bad in their group. It's like, Shery will say to Briony that she's worried because she thought Riel looked a bit peaky and feverish. Briony will say in passing to Trouble that Riel is getting sick and Shery is worried. Trouble will say to Tallys that Shery is worried sick because Riel is bedridden. Tallys will be mixing herbs and Chase will ask what for and Tallys will reply that Riel is sick, but because she's mixing herbs, Chase will surmise that the sickness must be quite advanced, and will later say, "Damn, have you seen Riel? Seems like he's really sick." Red will interpret this as "I have seen Riel for myself and have determined that he's extremely ill." At least four people will bust into Riel's room, expecting him to be on the verge of death, despite the fact that they saw Riel that morning. Riel will be fine and very annoyed at the intrusion.

They rarely go out as a group to bars and establishments outside of the compound (too chaotic as well as risky, for one thing, and also, recruits don't need to see their superiors like hanging out of bushes and dancing on tabletops drunk out of their minds, and also, "Mages can't drink" (lol)), but when they do deem it a worthy occasion (Trouble's birthday, say), the girls are very punctual when getting ready, and the boys are almost always extremely late due to various shenanigans (Chase forgot that he put a booby trap on Red’s door, covering Red with flour, or a cat somehow slips into Trouble’s room and steals, like, a detonator or an important key, and they have to go chasing it across the city). This has led to the girls coming late on purpose in order to even out their arrival, but mysteriously, this has only led to even later start times, meaning they often don’t get started until like 10 or 11 PM when the most well-intentioned souls meant to be in bed by midnight... that never happens, either!

One such night once led to them ending up on a ridge in the Sun’s Embrace, like a mile outside of the city, in order to watch the sun rise together, because hiking in the dark while blasted out of their minds sounded like a really good idea. They all made it, and the dawn was spectacular, but the moment was ruined when Tallys said softly, “It’s the beginning of a beautiful new day--” punctuated by Trouble abruptly throwing up in a bush and Riel just flat-out passing out

#Shepherds of Haven #group #group dynamic #all characters #found family #drinking #cw: alcohol #drunk #shenanigans #party #parties #long #long post

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 4 years ago

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Take Me Home Tonight

Summary: Warren accidentally confesses to you and is forced to realize that he’s been in love with you for a while now. This is Evan’s warren lipka I just wanted to specify

Word Count: 2928

Warnings: None this is pure fluff, Warren being his usual goofy and incredibly hot self

You were having the time of your life right now, nothing was funnier than drunk Warren Lipka. He was the definition of a hot mess, one second he was grinding on some random lady on the dance floor and the next second he was passed out on the toilet, pants down and Spencer had to go and get him. You always volunteered to be their designated driver when they went out, you loved getting to see Warren like this. And because you would never get drunk in front of Warren, you knew you were a bold drunk and whatever you did he would never let you forget it.

You scanned the room trying to make sure you had eyes on them. Spencer was snoring with his head down surrounded by empty bottles and various wrappers, he was sitting at a table towards the center of the bar and Warren was near the front of the bar. He was currently fighting with some woman over the karaoke machine. Warren wrestled the microphone from her and her friends cussed him out before he flipped them off. He took the makeshift stage stumbling on the last step.

He squinted his eyes till he found you, you gave him a wave, water still in hand. He gave you a lopsided smile before pointing in your direction, pushing his hair back. “This one goes out to my girlfriend!” The crowd wolf whistled as they turned to face in your direction. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not his girlfriend!” You shouted back with a laugh.

“Yea but I wish you were!” He shouted back.

“Wait what.” You felt your eyes bulge out of your head and turn to look at Spencer, he had the same shocked look on his face. You looked at him for an explanation and he just shrugged his shoulders, as clueless as you were. Warren whispered something to the guy running the machine and a second later Eddie Money started blaring out of the speakers, drowning out your attempts to call him off the stage.

Warren bopped his head to the music, jerking his hips out, still pointing in your direction. “I feel a hunger, it’s a hunger, That tries to keep a man awake at night!” He began to sing and it was awful. He was basically screaming and his voice was raspy from all the alcohol. But he put up so much of a performance into the way he sang the audience didn't seem to care. He held eye contact with you slowly moving off the stage and towards you.

The spotlight followed his movements, the light creeping closer to your secluded corner of darkness. “Are you the answer?” Your heart pounded at the implication of his words and the way his eyes seemed alert. He continued singing until he was directly in front of you. He threw the cord around you and used it to pull you close, you stumbled into him catching yourself on his chest. He leaned forward, his close proximity making the hair on your arms stand up, he lowered his voice as he nudged the side of his head into yours. “I can feel you breathe, I can feel your heart beat faster…”

He watched you with half lidded eyes, moving closer, his lips nearly brushing against yours, but before you could make contact he pulled away from you nearly causing you to trip over the cord as he yanked it back towards him. He danced back towards the center of the bar and jumped up on the table where Spencer was at. He threw his head back and screamed out the lyrics “TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT! I DON’T WANNA LET YOU GO ‘TIL YA SEE THE LIGHT!”

He waved his arm in the air, signaling the crowd to sing along with him. He nudged Spencer with his foot and he began to sing along with the rest of the bar patrons. They were all drunkenly sighing along with Warren, their gazes locked on you. He moved his arms around madly jumping up and down on the table, going absolutely crazy. You laughed watching him thrust his hips forward, matching the beat of the song. He pulled Spencer on the table with him and they both began to drunkenly sing to you, your face hurt from smiling so widely. You took out your phone and began to record their little song and dance. You also took a picture of drunk Warren pointing at you and screaming be my little baby. He had nearly slipped off the table while doing it, so it was all blurry and his eyes were wild. You made a mental note to make it your lockscreen later.

He started up at the chorus again, this time him and Spencer belting it accompanied by the other customers. “TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT!” Warren jumped a little too close to the edge of the table and launched him and Spencer on the floor, knocking over the neighboring tables. You were doubled over in laughter, Warren hadn’t even stopped singing he just carried on as he laid on top of Spencer on the floor.

The security guard walked over to the two of them and picked them up by their shirt collars. He tried taking the microphone from Warren but he just held it closer still signing into it, even though the music had stopped. The security guard looked at you and called you over. “Come get your boyfriend!”

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

“BUT HE WISHES HE WAS!” The bar patrons chanted together, remembering what Warren had shouted to you earlier. Your face burned in embarrassment as you want to collect them. Ripping the microphone from Warren’s hands as he whined and handed it to the security guard. The crowd cheered Warren on as you guys were escorted out, he bowed and blew kisses to the crowd. You had to drag him by his arm all the way to the car, Spencer just walked alongside you guys smiling to himself.

You shoved Warren into the passenger's seat and he groaned as he hit his head on the roof going in. Spencer laughed at him. “Shut up!” Warren called reaching into the back seat.

“Stop that!” You said, pulling him back into the front seat. You buckeld yourself in before starting up the car. “I can’t believe you got us kicked out of my favorite bar.” You scolded. You weren't really all that mad about being kicked out, you were more upset about the way Warren had said he wished you were his girlfriend. You knew that when Warren was drunk he would say and do just about anything so you learned not to take him seriously. But you had been crushing on him for years now and for a second you had felt a flicker of hope that he returned your affection.

Warren just pouted with his arms crossed for a moment before playing with your radio flicking through the channels. He smiled when he heard the song he was singing earlier again. “Oh no not again.” You said reaching over to turn the radio off, he smacked your hand away and kept his own covering the buttons.

“Warren.” You warned, glancing over to glare at him. He just smirked and started singing again.

“Come on (y/n) sing with me!”

“No.”

“I feel a hunger….” He leaned across to the seat getting really close to whisper in your ear. “Come on, you know you wanna sing with me. You know you wanna take me home tonight.” He slurred. You pushed him back into his seat laughing at his poor attempt at flirting. But it got you to play along.

“Oh yeah, I’ll take you home tonight.” You said in an over seductive voice, reaching over to run your hand up and down his thigh.

“Really?” He asked, biting his bottom lip.

‘Yeah I’m gonna take both your asses home and make sure you stay there.” You pushed your hand into his chest knocking him back into his seat.

He groaned, lulling his head to the side knocking it against the window with a soft bonk. “You’re no fun.”

You winked at him. “I know.” You softly hummed the tune to yourself the rest of the ride home and Warrens smiled to himself at watching you.

You dropped them both off at Warren’s place, he said his dad wasn't home so Spencer could crash there. Warren had nearly fallen down the stairs into the basement, but you caught him and propped him up. He blushed as you gently helped him lay down in bed and removed his shoes. You laid him down and he grabbed your hand as you moved to leave. “What, no goodnight kiss?” You rolled your eyes and moved back towards him. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips, you made him lay back down and settled for a kiss on his forehead.

“Goodnight Warren.” He was glad the lights were off so you couldn't see how red his face had gotten from your simple kiss. He hadn't expected you to do anything at all.

“‘Night.”

Warren woke up in the middle of the night, needing to pee. As he was washing his hands he was hit with a full memory of what had happened last night. He stumbled out of his room and made his way to Spencer who was passed out on the couch. “Dude.” He shook him. “Dude wake up!”

Spencer jolted awake. “What do you want Warren?”

“Did I do what I think I did last night?” Warren said slowly, his brows furrowed.

“If you’re asking if you indirectly confessed to (y/n) by serenading her with an Eddie Money song and then asking her to take you home tonight about a million times then yes.” Spencer curled back into himself hugging the blanket closer. He was always thankful when you made a bed for him. You always remember to give him a blanket and a pillow. Warren always forgot and he ended up having to use a newspaper or a couch cushion to keep warm. He turned back, opening one eye. “She also kissed you goodnight and left you a care package.”

“I’m sorry she kissed me?” Warren said, yanking Spencer's blanket away.

“Yes.” Spencer said bordely, blindly fumbling for his blanket. “On the forehead idiot, you asked her for a kiss and that’s all she gave you.”

“But she kissed me?”

“Yes. Now give me my blanket back.”

“One more thing.”

“What?” Spencer groaned, trying to get his blanket back. Warren kept holding it out of his reach.

“You said she left me a care package.”

“Yea, on the table.” Warren dropped the blanket back on Spencer and practically sprinted over to the table. “ But she left a gatorade for me too so don’t drink them both!” Spencer added before going back to sleep. There was a little wooden tray with a gatorade, an aspirin bottle and a whole bunch of little tricks to help with a hangover. He smiled at your sweet sentiment and downed some of the pills hoping they would ease his pounding head. He held the little care package in his hands, smiling at it unconsciously. You were always so thoughtful, you always took care of his dumbass and got him out of whatever trouble he managed to get into. You were always there for him when he needed you. He had always had lingering feelings for you but he’d brush it off as a crush, Warren Lipka didn't have “deep feelings.”

But the longer he looked at the care package you left him and as he reflected on the events of last night he couldn't deny it any longer. “Shit.” He mumbled running a hand down his face. Spencer had turned to look at him. “I’m in love with her.”

“You're just now realizing this.” Warren tossed a pillow at him and Spencer batted it away. “So what are you going to do?”

“Nothing.”

“What?”

“I’m just gonna hold all my feelings in until I die.”

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

Spencer sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He yawned out his reply. “Just tell her you liked her like a normal person.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“What if…” Spencer sensed the change of tone in Warren’s voice and he now had his full attention. “What if she doesn't like me back. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Spencer bit his lip, debating on telling Warren what you had told him. Warren noticed Spencer's suspicious behavior and his eyes narrowed. “You know something.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.” Warren plopped onto the couch beside Spencer. “Tell me.”

“I’m not really supposed to-”

“Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell-”

“Okay!” Spencer huffed. Spencer looked around as if making sure you weren't there to overhear him. “She told me that she likes you.”

“WHAT?”

“Don’t yell, I still have a hangover.” Spencer groaned, pressing his fingers to his temple. He got you to take some aspirin, Warren followed.

“She likes me, since when??” Spencer bit his lip. Warren yanked his gatorade away. “How long has she liked me spencer?””

“Since high school.”

“WHAT?”

“Dude.” Spencer yanked his gatorade back. “I told you to stop yelling.”

“You knew that she liked me since high school and you never told me.”

“She made me promise not to tell.”

Warren glared at him. He wanted to be mad but the knowledge of you liking him outweighed his anger. “And you’re sure she still likes me?’

“Yeah.”

“Positive? This ain't something I can't take a risk on. I need to be one million percent sure.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Seriously?” Spencer signed. Warren glared at him and he rolled his eyes. “Yes I’m sure she still likes you.”

Warren went up the stairs of the basement taking two at a time and yanking the door open. “Where are you going?” Spencer called up.

“To go see her.”

“But you don’t have a car. And it’s the middle of the night.”

“I don’t care and I don’t need one.” Warren slammed the door shut on his way out. Spencer winced and went to lay back down. “That idiot is going to run there.” He grumbled.

You woke up to hear pounding on your door. You were still in bed and your roommate went to answer the door. She took one look out before slamming it shut. “Who is it?” You asked.

“Your hot friend.”

You got up and opened it, Warren was on the other side, bent over and breathing really hard. “Warren?”

“Hey.” He wheezed out.

“Are you okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“You know it’s like 4 in the morning right?”

“Mhmm.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re really sweaty and you sound like you’re dying.”

“I’m good just give me a minute.”

“Do you wanna come in?” Warren glanced behind you and saw your roommate leaning back in her chair, trying to see what was going on.

“Nah. I-'' He took a deep breath before starting again. “I kinda want us to be alone for this.”

You closed the door behind you and leaned against it waiting for him to continue. Warren stood back up, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. He was all disheveled, still dressed in his clothes from last night. But his shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his chest to you, you did you best not to look. “So.” He started off, looking down at the floor.

“So…”

“About last night.” Warren fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “I meant what I said.” He looked up to see your reaction, you were watching him with wide eyes silently asking him to continue. “I really like you, like a lot. And I have for a while now but I was too scared to admit it. I didn’t want to risk ruining our friendship.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest, you were pretty sure the whole dorm could hear it. “You… you like me?”

“Yeah.” Warren rubbed the nape of his neck, his brown eyes staring into your own, waiting to see your answer.

You smiled and glanced down at the floor. “I like you too.”

“Really?” His voice was hopeful, the edges of his lips curling into a smirk.

“Yeah.” You guys stared at each other like idiots with wide smiles on your faces.

“So…” Warren started again this time a little more brave. ‘Would you maybe like to go out sometime?”

“I would love to.”

Warren pumped his first in the air. “Yes!” You laughed and went to open the door to your dorm. “As much as I love confessing to you in the hallway it’s the middle of the night. You should probably get back to bed.” He nodded. “So I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, I’ll call you later to set up our date.”

“Okay!”

You began to close the door before Warren rushed forward, he put his hands on the door frame, stopping you from closing it. “Wait! Can you uh, can you drive me home. I don't think I would survive running all the way back.”

“Sure.” you giggled, grabbing your keys and locking the door behind you. Warren smirked at you as you guys made our way down the hall.

“So what you’re saying is you’ll take me home tonight.” He sang the last part, winking at you. You pushed his shoulder.

“Don’t make me regret saying yes to going out with you.”

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princessofprocrastination · 3 years ago

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Not The Same (GeorgeNotFound)

summary : you put out a song, but it attracted the wrong type of crowd and caused too many misunderstandings.

trigger warnings : threats (including death and doxing), panic attacks, taking of meds.

"you're THOSE type of fans, huh?" you read the comments on your newest song release.

and that was the start of your downfall.

you and your dad really enjoyed singing. at any opportunity you two got, you would be doing a duet.

whether that would be at at a close relative's wedding or your at home karaoke set up, you two knew how to entertain people.

though singing was your passion, you ended up being too busy with school and trying to graduate with a diploma to even think about singing again.

but you swore to make a career of your singing after high school. you just loved it too much.

but then, you didn't go to college for music, which pretty much shocked your parents and your friends since they knew your only passion in life was singing.

but you took a different direction. you still wanted to sing and you were trying your hardest to find a way to make that your career.

someday, anyway. but you needed to have a plan to fall back into in case anything goes wrong.

you were a realist, after all.

so off to college you went.

you spent long hours studying for tests after tests, sat through hours of lectures, did endless amounts of projects.

in the end, it was all worth the wait and fatigue. you graduated top of your class.

you went off to be an intern, clocked in more hours before you could fully go into the next phase of your life.

and after those long hours, you finally made the decision (with the support of your parents) to take a gap year.

but before anyone panics. your gap year was not all fun in games where you took to rest and lay in bed all day.

you took the gap year to see if the music industry fits you. to see if you even had the chance to succeed.

and if it did, you could finally have your dream job. but even if it didn't you were not going to be upset if you needed to fall back onto your backup plan.

in the duration of the gap year, you took voice lessons, and poetry classes for song writing.

and with whatever you have learnt, you took that into writing songs that you felt really relate to your life experiences.

so you spend at least a couple months writing multiple songs.

after almost 2 years, you finally came out with your first song. and it definitely got recognition. more than you thought you'd get, if you were being completely honest.

and that was what pushed you to sit your ass back on your desk to write more, and go into your makeshift studio and make the words into songs.

your parents were ecstatic to hear that you were finally doing the things you loved. and you knew you'd never get this far if it weren't for your family's support.

and so your music journey began.

it was going well for years. you were finally happy doing the one thing you enjoyed doing.

and you definitely think you were good at it. seeing and hearing the positive feedbacks from your family, friends and listeners.

you felt good.

but you lost that feeling when you came out with a new single, called ‘fan of you’.

you spent a while working hard on that song and you felt relieved when it was finally released. it was like a weight was lifted off your shoulders.

and you weren’t sure how one thing led to another, if you were being honest. at first, you received good feedback for your new songs. you even gained new listeners and your spotify rank rised.

but then it didn’t anymore.

your twitter flooded with mentions and your instagram full of tagged pictures and dms by accounts you’ve never heard of.

but you noticed a similarity with all of the spam. a guy name george. georgenotfound for short.

you being you, you looked into it. and that was when all of the information hit you. and all you had to look up was your name on twitter, and there it was, the longest thread of tweets you have ever seen in your life.

you took time to read it all, trying to make sure you didn’t miss anything crucial.

there must be an understanding. you didn’t know this guy name george. you’ve seen his face on pinterest once a while when you scrolled, yes. but you never looked into him.

this amazing person took their time to gather every bit of information there was about the scandal, which you were grateful for, or else you’d be scouring the internet for hours.

to summarise what you read, there was this artist by the name of tia jade who came out with a song a few months prior to yours called ‘just a fan.’

it was a good song, some say, and you could agree. it was professionally written and produced. but many fans of george found out that the song was about him.

not just about him, but about her falling in love with him, when she has never met him. and when his fans started to really listen and analyse the song, it got creepier.

basically, the song was about a fan falling in love with a celebrity/content creator and that they want to know them beyond their persona online.

but tia had apologised a little after the song came out, saying that she made that song based on a fan liking a content creator, and not about her falling for george.

but when you read enough of the issue, it definitely did seem like she was making that song to tell her story about falling for george. but she obviously needed an excuse to cover it up.

hence the apology.

and then you read about how they analysed your song, too.

they compared your song to tia’s and found it to have similar stories. stories about how a normal girl is falling in love with the man by the name of george, who had millions of followers on all social medias.

and if you admitted it to yourself, your song did seem to come out that way. especially if your mentality had been there. clearly your song could have been interpreted in many different ways.

you scrolled to the very bottom of the thread where there was a video of the man himself, george. he was addressing the issue.

“i don’t know how this happened twice. i thought once was weird enough, but.” he paused, focusing on building something on his screen.

“having heard of a song being about me again now makes my skin crawl.” he finished. it was short but enough to make his fans understand where he was coming from.

you scrolled further to see the replies of the thread. you wanted to know what were people saying about it.

and you definitely regretted your decision to do that.

threats everywhere. death threats, threats of beating you up, threats of doxing you. god the negative comments were drowned by the one’s that genuinely thought nothing wrong of your song.

you called you mom. this was the time you needed her advice. you needed to be told what to do. you didn’t want to accidentally trigger people.

you and her were on the phone for hours. she listened to you cried to her. she heard the painful sobs that came out of your mouth whenever you reminded yourself of what people were calling you on the internet.

she heard you cry silently on call when you saw your address and phone number being leaked on twitter.

but even through all of that, you joked around with your mom. “well, this was a hell of a way to be trending.”

you did what she told you to do. get a new phone number, stay in a hotel for a couple days while you try to settle the raging crowd of georgenotfound fans down.

in the span of a couple weeks, you got yourself a new number, a new house and a new car. you weren’t taking any chances.

you told no one besides your mom of the new changes, just to be safe.

and no, the threats did not cease. at all. these people did not have a life, constantly up in your dms, telling you to jump off a cliff or them hoping that a robber stabs you and leaves you dying.

you took your time trying to figure out a way to talk to george. or a way to speak out about this.

you didn’t want to write a half-assed notes app paragraph apologising when- first of all, you had nothing to apologise for and second, you had too much to say to fit it all in a notes app.

lucky for you, you didn’t need to start your own channel or make a sit down video on your own.

your recording label had brought up the idea of a documented series about you and how you became a singer about a year ago, and only started filming and posting the episodes a couple months prior on youtube.

so you took the series to your advantage. you pitched in the idea to your manager, to which she agreed to immediately, knowing that it was best you talked about it now.

this was how it played out on the perspective of viewers who watched that episode.

“bless you.” your producer says after you paused your singing in the mic as you stopped to sneeze.

you gave him a smile and a thumbs up from inside the booth.

the camera cuts to another clip.

the cameraman pans as they captured movers coming in and out of your old house, picking up your heavy furniture and boxes into large trucks to move into the new place.

it cuts again. this time it shows you scrolling on your phone with a focused face while your manager types something vigorously on her computer.

the camera tries to focus on your phone, and sees that you were on twitter, reading a lot of tweets under your name.

you exited the app and slide it away, going into youtube next, reading the comments on your song ‘fan of you’.

you scrolled far, clicking on some of the comments, trying to read the replies to certain comments you saw.

the camera cuts into a black screen. which then cuts again into a new scene, where you sat on your new kitchen counter talking to your mother, who sat on the chair in front of you.

your hair was up in a ponytail. a messy one. you were wearing sweatpants and a hoodie that seemed far too big on you, and your feet covered with fluffy socks.

you were nodding to whatever she was saying to you. it was clear your mind was elsewhere as your eyes were unfocused.

the scene cuts again.

you were seen on the couch, your legs were tucked into your arms and your head down, body shaking. it was obvious you were crying.

you were alone, your mother no where to be seen.

that was the first time the camera caught you crying.

the scene cuts as you were going to get up from the couch.

now, you were in the kitchen again, opening the refrigerator to take a water bottle, then walking to your room upstairs.

the camera follows behind you slowly into your room.

it hadn’t been the cleanest. there were a couple shirts on the floor, your bed undone, cups on your side table, your laptop open on your desk.

you were seen opening a drawer, taking out a small white bottle. you unscrewed the bottle and took out 2 pills, popping them in your mouth, drinking water straight away after that to swallow.

the scene cuts again.

this time, you were seated on the couch in the studio, the atmosphere dark and quiet.

your hair was more kept this time, being help up in a clip.

you were wearing straight jeans and a slightly oversized sweatshirt. you looked more refreshed this time. but it was obvious you hadn’t slept in a while because of your eyes.

your eyes that usually held a lot of happiness and joy turned dull.

“it’s been a while since i’ve spoken to a camera.” you offered a small smile. your song ‘just a fan’ was playing in the background of the clip.

the scene cuts again.

“when i released that song, i was genuinely proud of the work i had done.” you paused for a while. besides the song playing in the background, it was silent.

“but i guess the joy didn’t last very long.” the scene cuts there.

it transitioned to a collage of what people were saying about you. it showed clips of people talking about it on youtube. they even showed george talking about it.

and it cuts again.

it showed a different clip this time. a clip of your ex boyfriend and you at the beach on a picnic, that was taken by a close friend of yours.

this was when you were still in college.

it showed all the fun memories you two made while you were still together.

it showed a video of him studying in the library, flipping through his papers and scrolling through his laptop. it was clear he was hard at work, not noticing you filming him.

but then the scene cuts again. and the music turned somber.

your ex boyfriend’s grave.

it was the day you were visiting him. you sat down next to his stone, a blanket under you.

you were just staring at his stone, not moving.

and it cuts again.

“he was one of the most driven person i have ever met.” you told the camera.

“he knew when to be serious and when to have fun.” you looked down in your hands and played with your rings.

“all he ever talked about was becoming a surgeon. he worked hard in his intern years and continued being passionate through his residency.” you spoke up.

“people had only nice things to say about him. the only bad thing they would say about him is that he can be pretty uptight sometimes, especially when he was stressed about something.” you laughed a little.

“i was a huge fan of him, even when we just saw each other in the hallways. he’s just amazing. i’ve always wanted to be just like him.”

“i wanted to write a song about him but i didn’t the song to be sad.” you said.

“and that was when the song ‘fan of you’ was created.

the scene cuts there and goes into another.

you were in the recording booth again, this time, you were singing into the mic.

the camera pans to your producer and manager dancing and bobbing their heads to the beat.

the scene cuts, officially ending it with a black screen with ‘the end’ in a fancy white font.

you busied yourself with writing new songs as your name got trended again on twitter.

and george has never felt worse about himself ever in his entire life.

he watched the episode as soon as dream sent it to him.

“you’re an asshole, george.” dream sends to him, along with the link of the video on youtube.

as the video ends, he decides to read the comments, wondering what it was like down there.

it was the worse mistake he had ever made in a while.

but he knew he deserved it. he did assumed it was about him, just like the last song made with a drawing of his glasses as their cover photo on spotify.

this time, there was genuinely no reason to think that this song was about him, or anyone with a following whatsoever. he just believed what his chat told him.

sure, there were some familiarity of the character in your song and him, but the world did have 7.6 billion people living on it.

“so, here i am apologising.” george says to his camera, live. his tone was very sincere and apologetic.

“this shouldn’t have gotten this far. they shouldn’t have gotten threats at all, let alone death threats. they shouldn’t have woken up to the world knowing where they live and what their phone number is.”

“and if you’re watching. i sincerely apologise. i clearly was full of myself.” george finishes. ending the live with a small wave.

and were you watching? hell yes.

and that was the day the two of you followed each other on instagram.

he used your songs as his intros of his live, (with your permission, of course.) you showed in your documentary that you were watching whenever he was live or watching his youtube videos.

and that was the start to a beautiful relationship.

you sat on the chair, going live. you waved as people started joining. it went from hundreds, to thousands in seconds.

as you were talking and clicking on your keyboard and mouse, playing a game, you felt arms around your shoulders.

you smiled, yet continued playing.

“why are you live on my account?” he laughs.

you disconnected the headphones so that he could hear what you were hearing.

“george, you’re being replaced.” dream said on discord.

george smiles, giving you a kiss on the top of your head. “that was well deserved.”

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nights-legacy · 4 years ago

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Not Scared of You, but Scared-Midoriya

Main Masterlist MHA Masterlist

+Everyone knows how Midoriya is a sweet little puppy most of the time. But most know that he can get scary when he is angry, prime example: UA Sports Festival. One person he has never let his anger out around directly is Y/N. One day, she witnesses it first hand and Midoriya doesn’t realize until later.

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Laughter filled the common room as Sero and Jiro were done with a karaoke performace. Jiro was good as always but Sero was messing up on purpose. Kaminari was laughing so hard I thought he was going to short circuit. Even Bakugo was smiling a bit.

“Alright, alright. Okay whose next?” Mina got up and aske. I finally caught my breath and turned to look at Midoriya behind me. I was sitting on the floor in front of him. He had his head propped up on his arm, staring off into space.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked. He took a bit to answer but only gave me a questioning hum as a response. He lifted his head to look at me. I turned around completely laying my arms across his lap before reaching up to trace the side of his face. He closed his eyes, pressing into my fingertips ever so slightly. “You okay there, honey?’”

“Yeah I’m fine.” He whispers, kissing my fingertips before looking away again. I cocked my head to the side in wonder. He normally never acts like this, at all. I set my head against his knee and stared up at him. I saw his eyes look at me for a second before his hand went to my hair and began running through it.

“L/N, how about youuuu… Nope, you’re busy. Moving on.” Mina called for me but decided against it. I closed my eyes and relaxed, enjoying the soft moment.

“Oi!” Bakugo yelled out in his usual annoyed tone. I inwardly groaned. “This is getting boring and a little annoying.” Everyone started to whine, saying they were having fun and that he was a party pooper. “Oh, can it you…”

“Oh will you give it a rest Kacchan. Everyone else is having fun so if you’re bored, go ahead and find something to do on your own. There’s the door or elevator.” The whole room went quiet. I looked up at Midoriya surprise.

“Baby…”

“What did you say to me you Shitty Deku?!” Bakugo was on his feet in less the than a second. Midoriya’s hand stilled in my hair. I saw anger flare in his eyes even though he didn’t make a move to look at Bakugo.

“I said there’s the door.” He repeated. My worry from earlier tripled. I looked back at Bakugo seeing him seething.

“Listen here you shitty nerd, I don’t know what got you all brave and shit but I ain’t having it. You don’t call the shot around here.”

“And neither do you Kacchan!” Midoriya was up on his feet in an instant. I jumped back as fast as I could but tumbled a little. Hands caught me as I nearly fell back. I looked up to see Kiri and he pulled me back more, away from the two.

“Bros, how about we calm this down a notch?” He tried but the two ignored him. They continued to argue, getting louder and louder. I knew Midoriya could get mad from stories the others told me but I had never seen it firsthand. They were right when they said it rivaled Bakugo’s.

“You know what Bakugo, I can’t stand you right now. I just want to…I’m gonna…”

“What Deku? You’re going to do what?” Bakugo yelled back crossing his arms over his chest. He was smirking, thinking he caught Midoriya in a bluff.

“Midoriya, baby. I think you need to cool off.” I tried, getting on my knees to reach forward and grab his hand. He exploded in that moment.

“No!” He flung his hands out. I jumped back to avoid being hit. I landed against Tsuyu, who pulled me into her side. Midoriya blew up, ranting about I don’t even know what anymore. I was so blindsided by the shock that I stopped listening. I only came back to when Tsuyu, Uraraka, and Kiri were trying to get my attention.

“What?” I asked looking around. Midoriya was gone but Bakugo was still there, quietly seething but when he looked at me, I saw a slight bit of worry in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Uraraka asked.

“Yeah, you seemed to zone out there for a few minutes.” Kiri said, brushing hair out of my face and checked me over.

“Yeah, yeah. I just was…surprised. I have never seen him act like that.” My voice got quieter as I finished my sentence. I stood up and brushed off me pants. “Where did he go?”

“Out for a run.” Tsuyu told me.

“But you better give him time to cool off.” Bakugo chimed in, surprising me. “He is really riled.” He said before turning to leave in the elevators. The whole mood had shifted drastically in the room.

“I think I am going to go to bed.” I said softly before leaving the room without another word. I got up to the 4th floor and began to walk to my room.

“Hey.” I stopped and saw Bakugo. I looked at him in question.

“What are you doing here? In the girls wing?”

“I wanted to tell you that Deku…ahhh!” He huffed before looking at me intently. “Have you ever wondered why you never saw him angry before? No? Well it’s because he never wanted you too! He was always pretty good at keeping you away from him when he is angry but I don’t know what was up with him tonight. He seemed to forget that or something.”

“Yeah.” I looked down at the ground.

“Don’t let it bother you or whatever. He’ll always be the same shitty Deku.” He grumbled before leaving. I sighed before walking into my room. I didn’t turn on the lights, letting my teal string lights glow lead my way to the bed. I plopped down, throwing my arm over my eyes.

“What in the world…” I whispered before getting under the covers and drifting off.

*Next Day*

“And you have to basically read between the lines, Kaminari.” I explained while reading over the part of the homework he was having trouble with.

“Why does English have to be so hard?” He groaned. I chuckled but shrugged. “But I have to admit, you helping me is better than when Baku helps. He normally is hitting me over the head within the first few minutes.”

“Oh, do you think it will help?” I rolled up my magazine. He yelped and dramatically held up his arms. We both started laughing.

“Hey darling.” I heard Midoriya say behind me before kissing my cheek. I jumped and looked at him before down at the table.

“Hi baby.” He hummed and walked over to speak with Iida. I could feel Kami’s eyes on me.

“Are you that shaken up over last night?” He asked softly. I looked at him before looking back at his work. “You nearly jumped mile…”

“Kami.” I looked up at him. He looked at me with sympathy before nodding. He turned back to his book. Bakugo plopped down on the other side of Kami with his own homework. He looked at me before at Midoriya. He raised an eyebrow in question. I just looked back the magazine. He sighed.

A little while later, the two boys left to go do some training. I had switched to reading a book as other’s left the room to do their own things. I didn’t realize how many people had left until I felt someone sit next to me. I looked up to see Midoriya. He was smiling at me. I gave him a smile back.

“Good book?” He asked. I nodded, sitting up slowly. I marked my place and set it aside. I set my hands in my lap.

“How was your day?” I asked. He smiled wide.

“Better than yesterday for sure.” He chirped. “Todoroki and I trained early this morning before he insisted on us going and getting Soba for the umpteenth time this week. Before we came back to relax for the day.” He cheerfully explained. “But then Mineta of course came along but we went whoop and…” He threw his arm out in front of him as he raised his voice. I flinched slightly and he noticed immediately, freezing. “Darling? Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” I said while grounding myself. His eyes looked me over before looking at his raised arms and back. His eyes glazed over for a second before they began to glisten with tears.

“You’re scared of me.” He said simply, lowering his arms into his lap. “Because of last night.”

“Midoriya, baby.” I started but he stood up.

“I’m such an idiot. I never wanted you to see me like that.” He wrung his hands through his hair roughly. “I scared you. You’re scared of me. I, I, I…”

“No, no. I was just spooked…shocked.” I said getting up. He shook his head before looking at me. He had tears running down his face. I went to say something but he ran off before I could. “Midoriya!” He ran out of the dorms.

“What’s wrong, L/N?” Uraraka came up running up with Iida.

“He ran off because he thinks I’m scared of him. After last night.” I said strained. “I was just spooked. I had never seen him like that, it’s new. Strange but I’m not scared!! I’m concerned!” I stopped in my tracks. “I’m not scared.” I said more to myself.

“L/N?” Iida called to me.

“I have to go.” I said taking off after Midoriya. I ran down the sidewalks, hunting for my missing boyfriend. I ran past classmates, asking if they had seen him. A couple had seen him but not sure where he went. I was getting really worried when Bakugo came running up.

“What happened?” He asked, breathing heavy. “Did he find out your reaction to him? That you’re scared?”

“I’m not scared Bakugo. I’m concerned. Worried. Something is wrong and that’s what made him blow up last night. You only ignited the fuse which you are very good at doing by the way.” I sassed. His eyes narrowed.

“Why you…” He stopped himself before he looked at me again. “Come on, I know where he went.” He said before grabbing my hand and pulling me along. He ran us out of the school grounds and down the street. We ran for a while before we came across a piece of shore line. “He’ll be down on the beach.”

“Thanks Bakugo.” I said before running off.

“Whatever!” He yelled. I ran down the steps and into the sand. I looked around for my green haired boyfriend overlooking the water. I caught sight of him on the rocks. I ran, slipping in the sand. I got to the rocks and clambered up them.

“Midoriya!” I called out to him. He whipped around. He tried to get up but I was on him, hugging him from behind. “Please don’t run from me Izuku.” I whispered into the back of his neck. He was tense in my arms.

“But I scared you.” He whimpered. “I promised I would never…”

“You didn’t scare me Izuku.” I said. I felt him shake. “Okay, I was scared in the moment because it was new. You didn’t scare me, the situation scared me. I was, no am more concerned for you. You were off last night before it happened and then you blew up.”

“I know.”

“I promise, I’m not scared of you. I am just worried.” I moved to sit next to him, my back to the water. “What’s wrong?”

“Noth…” He cut short at my stare. “Alright, alright. I am just stressed and tired and I don’t even know what else. I am just…” He dropped his head in his hands. I could hear him sniffling. I reached up and pulled his head up. I rubbed my thumbs over his cheeks.

“Come here.” I said. He latched onto me in the next second, crying into my shoulder. “You’re pushing yourself to hard, Izuku. I have never seen you so out of it like you were last night. I know you fight with Bakugo a lot but that was something else entirely. You need to slow down. Please.”

“I know. I will, I promise.” He whimpered. I started humming some random song to calm him down. After a few minutes he had finally stopped crying. In the time, he had curled into a ball in my lap. He looked up at me with watery eyes and a small smile. “How did you find me, by the way?”

“Just a friend giving me a tip and a direction to go.” I said while running my finger through his curls. I felt him relax in my lap. We just sat there for a while listening to the waves, the birds, and each other’s breathing. At some point we adjusted to where we were cuddling.

“It was Kacchan, wasn’t it?” He said suddenly causing me to laugh. “It was, wasn’t it?! Haha, I knew he cared!” He cheered, fist pumping the air. I laughed at my boy as he did a happy dance. I just shook my head as he turned back into his normal self.

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