#lacy olivia rodrigo

[stars-and-birds]

“lacy means olivia rodrigo is gay” “no it’s about taylor swift” “so are vampire and the grudge” WHO EVEN CARES. LEAVE HER ALONE JUST ENJOY THE SONG. god when can we stop guessing celebrity sexualities and pitting them against each other and just listen to the fucking music and let them live their goddamn lives

[arkhamknightz]

LACY

pairing: dick grayson x reader (blurb)

summary: his new “girlfriend” is too perfect to hate

warnings: no actual plot really, jealous!reader, platonic damian x reader, shitty writing, built around lacy by olivia rodrigo

notes: i wasnt sure whether i should write this for jason or not but it fit dick so well… anywho this is more kinda focused on lacy and less about dick himself, as its how the songs written so! also this is short sorry i just needed to post something

No matter how hard you tried, you simply couldn’t come up with a reason to hate her. Everything about her was angelic, it wasnt hard to see why Dick liked her so much.

You watched as Dick and Lacy walked into the charity gala that Bruce was hosting. She smiled brightly at you as your eyes met with hers, confidence radiating off of her as she walked over to you before greeting you and pulling you into a hug. You looked over her shoulder to see Dick walking towards the both of you, a grin plastered on his face.

“I didn’t think you were coming!” He smiled watching the both of you before wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her head as he looked at you. “Who’d you come with?” he tilts his head in question.

You laughed and shook your head. “Nobody, I actually came to keep Damian company, we both know how much he hates these things and I promised I would come the next time Bruce hosted so we could sneak out and grab some actual food.”

Dick smiled as you took a glance over your shoulder at Damian, who had a glare plastered on his face as he looked around the gala. You turned back to face them just in time to see Dick being dragged off by Lacy to one of the mini tables to grab some food, a bright shade of pink painted on both of their faces. Her perfume lingered in the air as they left you alone. They were staring at eachother, smiling and giggling as they spoke in whispers to each other.

You saw nothing but her the whole night. Everywhere you seemed to turn, her and Dick were huddled together quietly talking, her arm looped through his. It wasn’t long before you felt a small tap on your arm, Damian quietly spoke. “Are you just going to sit and stare at them the whole time? I would like to leave now.” You turned around to look at him and smiled before letting out a small laugh. “Alright buddy let’s go.”

You and Damian sat in your car, his hand tapping on the side of the passenger door. “Are you and Richard having… problems?” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Damian spoke up. “I mean, you spent the whole time staring. I’d assume theres an issue between the both of you.”

You shook your head. “Nothing’s wrong with me and Dick.” His face scrunched up. “You’re lying.” You turned into the parking lot of a fast food place. “It’s… complicated. It’s just, I can’t dislike her Damian. She’s so incredibly nice and she always compliments me when she sees me and she always makes sure to text every other day just to check in!” He shook his head. “I don’t see why you need a reason to dislike her. I personally dislike whoever I want.”

You let out a laugh, Damian trying to surpress a smile as you doubled over in your seat. “Oh god, I wish that’s how it worked buddy I really do. But she doesn’t deserve that you know? I can’t just hate her because she’s with Dick. I mean come on shes absolutely perfect for him…” He let out a quiet hum. “Well, I’m sure I could get Timothy to dig something up about her.”

You lightly shoved his shoulder laughing. “As much as I appreciate the effort, it won’t change anything. Let’s just grab our food and our ice cream and head back to the manor alright?”

Dick and Lacy walked into the manor, you and Damian were sat in the main living room, Alfred the Cat laid on your leg. “Oh hey!” Lacy smiled at both you and Damian, the boy shooting her a glare. “Mind if we join you guys?” Dick spoke up, his jacket draped over her shoulders. “Yes actually, I do mind.” Damian spoke up before reaching down to pet the cat.

You looked over at them, a small shrug of your shoulders before looking back at Damian and pressing play on the TV. You looked back at Dick as you watched him walk down the hall, Lacy’s hand intertwined with his. A small pit formed in your stomach, oh how you wish that could’ve been you.

Damian quietly spoke up. “I don’t see why you like Richard of all people, because he’s definitely not the smartest.” You furrowed your brows. “What’s that mean?” He let out a small chuckle. “His shirt was inside out the whole night.”

[crimsonncloverhoney]

like ribbons in your hair

[stood-onthecliffside]

lacy

[gostudyorillcomeforyou]

“You’re a woman with a brain and reasonable ability. Stop whining and find something to do”

[instantsandwichkingdom]

Heather by Conan gray and Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo are besties

[ggardengirl]

i care, i care, i care

[perfectsunlight]

𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐘

𝒇𝒕. 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆, 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓. 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟑.𝟐𝐤

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐲 - 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨

eunchae remembered the first time she saw wonyoung on television.

izone was one of her favorite groups when she was younger. fiesta was her favorite song and she recalled just how badly she wanted to be an idol someday.

she would spend hours watching fancams and performances, mesmerized by wonyoung and the rest of the girls. sometimes eunchae wishes izone stayed as a group. maybe chaewon would be happier.

being an idol was hard, but being a trainee was even harder. 

the grueling life of a trainee, with its endless hours of practice, sweat, and tears, often seemed like an insurmountable mountain. but in those moments of despair, when the weight of ambition threatened to crush her spirit, eunchae found solace in her idols.

she often wondered how wonyoung made it look so easy.

lacy, oh, lacy, skin like puff pastry

aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?

insecurity was a foreign feeling to hong eunchae. she knew she was more than capable of being an idol. as the youngest member of le sserafim, she knew that her spot in the lineup was not just a stroke of luck. it was a testament to her hard work and dedication.

despite all the challenges she and her fellow members went through, the young idol knew that le sserafim was a force to be reckoned with. she knew that despite her own age, she was more than qualified for a position in the group.

the first time eunchae doubted herself was when chaewon slipped up on a live with sakura and kazuha.

dear angel lacy, eyes white as daisies

did i ever tell you that i'm not doin' well?

“konnichiwa, izo–” 

kim chaewon caught herself and immediately stopped speaking. sakura’s face fell for a split second at the realization of what her former izone member said before forcing a smile and saying the correct greeting.

of course, eunchae knew izone was always going to be a part of her leader and the eldest member’s past. it wasn’t something that would be erased. 

but the young girl started to doubt the validity of her group at that moment. she questioned her worth, her abilities, and her very presence in le sserafim. it felt like chaewon was still longing for something she no longer had.

or rather, someone. 

ooh, i care, i care, i care

like perfume that you wear, i linger all the time

watching, hidden in plain sight

“look, it’s yujin.” sakura whispered to chaewon, motioning with her eyes to the group of girls that had entered the room. ive and its leader, another former izone member, were making their way to their seats. eunchae would be lying if she said she didn’t feel a pit in her stomach at the smile that formed on chaewon’s lips when she saw wonyoung.

it was a smile that spoke volumes, a silent reminder that jang wonyoung was more than just an idol – she was family. 

“ah,” the japanese girl sighed softly. “wonyoung’s all grown up.” sakura's whispered words, filled with both nostalgia and a touch of wistfulness, only deepened the pit in eunchae's stomach. the leader next to her nodded absentmindedly. 

“i know. she’s not my maknae anymore.” 

my maknae.

oh how that small phrase burned a hole in the young girl’s chest. the term was once a term of endearment, something that chaewon always called her.

now it just echoed in her mind like a painful reminder of her place in the hierarchy of her leader’s heart.  

she poked the inside of her cheek and stared at her folded hands in her own lap. despite sitting amidst her fellow idols, eunchae felt like an outsider peering into a world she could never truly be a part of. 

she bit her lip, fighting against the surge of emotions threatening to engulf her. she couldn’t be sure whether her unease stemmed from the shifting dynamics among her former group members or from the unsettling realization that her position within the group might not be as secure as she had once believed.

eunchae's eyes flickered back to chaewon, whose gaze remained fixed on wonyoung as if captivated by an unspoken connection that stretched beyond the confines of words. 

the way chaewon's smile softened, her eyes glowing with a mixture of pride and longing, cut through eunchae like a knife. 

it was a smile meant for a cherished younger sister, a smile that belonged to someone else. someone who had once held the title of chaewon’s maknae. a knot tightened in eunchae's throat, and she clenched her hands into fists to quell the rising turmoil within her. 

despite the undeniable talent and potential that had secured her a spot in le sserafim, the presence of her illustrious seniors, both past and present, weighed heavily on her young shoulders.

ooh, i try, i try, i try

but it takes over my life, i see you everywhere

the sweetest torture one could bear

hong eunchae’s daily screen time was averaging around 10 hours. 75% of that time was spent on looking at wonyoung. or rather, comparing herself to wonyoung.

her fingertips danced over the glass, scrolling through images, videos, and social media posts that showcased wonyoung's charisma and talent. each swipe brought a mix of fascination and self-doubt, as if she were willingly subjecting herself to a torturous cycle of comparison. 

the effortless grace with which wonyoung carried herself, the way her smile seemed to light up even the darkest corners of the screen – it was all a constant reminder of the standards she felt she had to meet. 

eunchae, despite her own remarkable abilities, couldn't help but measure herself against this unattainable ideal. 

the more she looked, the more the lines between admiration and envy blurred, leaving her trapped in a cycle of insecurity. 

it also didn’t help that wonyoung’s face was practically everywhere. the girl was being casted in commercials, plastered on the covers of magazines, and dominating television screens with her charismatic presence. 

everywhere eunchae turned, there was wonyoung.

the constant exposure amplified eunchae's feelings of inadequacy, as if the world itself were conspiring to remind her of the gap between her dreams and her reality. even as she closed her eyes at night, wonyoung's image lingered, an uninvited guest in her thoughts. in her dreams, eunchae found herself shadowing the footsteps of her idol, trying to mimic every gesture and expression. 

it was as if she were living a fractured version of her life, a relentless pursuit of a mirage she could never truly catch.

the true cracks in the glass began showing when eunchae met wonyoung for the first time. 

smart, sexy lacy, i'm losin' it lately

i feel your compliments like bullets on skin

chaewon laughed as she leaned over and hugged wonyoung tightly. eunchae stood next to her leader, her hands clasped tightly, trying to conceal the tremor that ran through her fingers. the moment hung in the air like a fragile thread, as if the universe itself held its breath, waiting to see how this encounter would unfold. wonyoung's presence was magnetic, drawing everyone in with an effortless charm that seemed to defy the laws of gravity. her voice felt stuck in her throat, unable to form the words she longed to say. 

compliments that should have flown freely, expressing her admiration for the girl who had once been her beacon of inspiration, now felt like shards of glass, cutting her from the inside.

as chaewon and wonyoung exchanged pleasantries, eunchae's smile wavered, her eyes momentarily clouded with uncertainty. it was a subtle shift, one that might have gone unnoticed by others but not by her leader. chaewon, perceptive as always, sensed the inner battle raging within her youngest member. 

sensing eunchae's hesitation, the le sserafim leader gently nudged her forward, as if encouraging her to step into the spotlight. the young girl took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage she had left. “um, wonyoung sunbaenim, it's truly an honor to meet you,” she managed to say, her voice quivering ever so slightly.

the moment wonyoung’s eyes met hers, eunchae wanted to throw up.

when the taller girl spoke, her words were laced with a sincerity that cut through eunchae's defenses like a blade. “thank you,” she said, her voice carrying the weight of genuine appreciation. “i've seen a lot of your performances. unnie speaks highly of your group, you are all hard workers.”

wony’s praise, genuine and unfiltered, hung in the air like a double-edged sword. to any other listener, her words might have been a beacon of validation, but to eunchae, they were a reminder of the expectations now etched into her skin. 

her throat tightened, and she forced herself to swallow the lump that seemed lodged there, trying to respond with a gracious smile. “thank you,” eunchae managed, her voice barely above a whisper. her words felt inadequate, drowned out by the cacophony of her internal struggles. 

in that moment, she realized the weight of admiration was a double burden. it was building her up to knock her down.

the praise that was meant to inspire now felt like an anchor, chaining her to a pedestal she was not sure she could stand on. beside her, chaewon's grip tightened on her shoulder, a silent reassurance that felt both grounding and suffocating. eunchae wished she could voice her fears, her doubts, but the words remained lodged in her throat, silenced by the fear of exposing her vulnerability. 

the ive member’s smile never wavered, but her eyes, so full of wisdom beyond her years, seemed to see through the façade eunchae wore. it was a gaze that felt like an x-ray, peeling away the layers of her self-doubt and revealing the raw, unvarnished truth beneath. 

the room buzzed with conversation around them, but in that moment, eunchae felt like she was standing in the eye of a storm, where the world was still, and only her internal turmoil raged on. 

dazzling starlet, bardot reincarnate

well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?

wonyuong was all anyone ever talked about. she was the perfect example of everything anyone ever wanted to be. and hong eunchae couldn’t feel any less inadequate.

everywhere eunchae turned, it seemed, there was a whisper of wonyoung's name, a fluttering echo of her successes that permeated the air. magazines showcased her flawless smile, billboards displayed her commanding presence, and social media platforms buzzed with her fans' adoration. 

wonyoung was not just an idol; she was an icon, a living embodiment of dreams realized. she was the epitome of grace, talent, and beauty – everything anyone ever aspired to become.

chaewon’s birthday was coming up, and the young girl wanted to make her a nice card. she spent 3 days cutting, gluing, and coloring together the perfect card for her leader.

when she finally showed chaewon, she felt proud of herself. and it would have been a perfect moment if not for the comment that she said.

“ah, this reminds me of when wonyoung used to make cards like this. you remember that?” chaewon said towards sakura, reminiscing on the past and lingering on the only girl who made eunchae feel everything she wasn’t. the japanese girl cooed at the remark and nodded her head, agreeing silently with the former izone member. 

eunchae knew her leader meant well, and it wasn’t a jab at her in any way directly, but she felt like she was invisible.

eunchae's heart sank at chaewon's innocent remark, the joy of her accomplishment instantly overshadowed by a wave of insecurity. the compliment meant to lift her spirits now felt like a cruel twist of fate, a reminder of the constant comparison that loomed over her, even in moments of genuine connection.

for the following days, eunchae found herself haunted by that moment. the specter of wonyoung's achievements seemed to follow her everywhere, even into the sanctuary of her practice room. the movements that had once flowed effortlessly became stilted, the melodies that used to inspire her now carried a bitter undertone. doubt, like an unwelcome companion, whispered in her ear, casting shadows on her every step. desperate to break free from this suffocating cycle, eunchae immersed herself in her training. 

the practice studio became her refuge, the place where she could pour her frustrations into every movement.

she practiced until her muscles ached and her breaths came in ragged gasps, hoping that with enough dedication, she could drown out the cacophony of comparison that echoed in her mind. yet, even in the midst of her determined efforts, the memory of chaewon's unintentional remark lingered, an invisible barrier between her and the confidence she so desperately sought.

 she felt like she was trapped in a never-ending loop, unable to escape the cycle of insecurity that threatened to consume her.

but there was nothing that eunchae wanted more than to be her own person in the eyes of the leader she admired so much.

ooh, i care, i care, i care

like ribbons in your hair, my stomach's all in knots

you got the one thing that i want

everything eunchae did seemed to only cement herself deeper into the shadow of jang wonyoung. 

in the following weeks, eunchae became acutely aware of the seemingly insurmountable chasm that separated her from wonyoung. every accomplishment, every effort to shine, only served to highlight the gap between them. despite her best attempts, the world around her continued to echo with wonyoung's name, a constant reminder of the impossible standards she was expected to meet. 

even within the confines of le sserafim, eunchae found herself walking on a tightrope of comparison. her every move, every note she sang, was scrutinized against the backdrop of wonyoung's flawless performances. the praise she received, though genuine, felt like a reluctant acknowledgment. even in the practice room, where she had once felt the most liberated, the young idol now felt even more of the weight of expectation pressing down on her shoulders. 

each dance move became a battleground, a chance to prove herself, to show that she was more than just a shadow of someone else's brilliance. yet, the more she pushed, the more she seemed to stumble, the movements losing their fluidity and grace under the weight of her insecurities. 

what did she bring to the table that was truly hers? what made her unique? what made her special?

what made her different from jang wonyoung?

“manchae?” 

chaewon’s soft voice rang out, snapping the young girl from her thoughts as she entered the practice room. it was 3 in the morning.

“unnie.” eunchae said, bowing in the direction of her leader. “you’re up late.” the leader added, walking over to the younger girl with a worried look on her face. “everything okay?”

the younger girl forced a smile and nodded. “i just want to make sure i have the dance break down.”

“i think you know it better than anyone at this point.” the older girl chuckled, gently patting the maknae’s head. “you should get some sleep soon.”

eunchae appreciated chaewon's concern, her leader's presence providing a comforting reassurance amidst the late-night silence of the practice room. the gentle pat on her head felt like a touch of understanding, a reminder that she wasn't alone in her relentless pursuit of perfection.

“i just want to make sure i get it right,” manchae said, her voice a soft murmur, filled with determination. “i want to be the best out there.” the leader’s eyes softened, her gaze reflecting a mix of admiration and concern for her youngest member. she took a step closer, her hand resting on eunchae's shoulder, grounding her with a touch that felt like a lifeline.

“eunbi unnie told me this before, and i’ll tell you it too. i even told wonyoung this.” chaewon leaned down to be level with the youngest member. 

“you cannot perform the best, without even a little bit of rest.”

there it was again. the sinking feeling, that anything eunchae did or heard, was just a reminder of wonyoung.

she wondered if wonyoung ever heard the leader say she’s told her the same things. why did it always have to be the other way around?

ooh, i try, i try, i try

try to rationalize, people are people, but

it's like you're made of angel dust

“but i can rest after our performance.” eunchae pushed lightly, motioning with her hands for emphasis. “that way i can know my rest is well earned.” chaewon chuckled softly, mentally noting how similar eunchae’s attitude was to wonyoung’s all that time ago. “you’re more stubborn than my last maknae.” she teased lightly, gently pushing the younger girl’s shoulder.

of course wonyoung took advice from her leaders. of course wonyoung would rest when told to. of course she did everything right.

unlike her sunbae, eunchae seemed to only do everything wrong.

the teasing words resonated in eunchae's mind, sparking a sharper pang of insecurity that she thought she had somewhat buried. as she watched her leader's retreating figure, a wave of self-doubt washed over her. the comparison to wonyoung, meant in jest, felt like a spotlight highlighting her perceived shortcomings.

once again, she was reminded of her place. 

lacy, oh, lacy, it's like you're out to get me

you poison every little thing that i do

lacy, oh, lacy, i just loathe you lately

and i despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you

in the quiet, the room seemed to close in on her, the mirrors reflecting back an image she didn't recognize. the young girl who had once dreamed of being an idol, who had once danced with joy and passion, felt like a distant memory. 

now, in her place, stood a girl burdened by the shadow of comparison, questioning her every move, her every decision. 

she found herself spiraling into a cycle of negative thoughts, each one a barb digging deeper into her confidence. 

“maybe i'm just not cut out for this,” she whispered to the empty room, her voice barely audible above the distant hum of the air conditioning unit.

wonyoung was someone she once idolized. she was someone she looked up to and wanted to be exactly like.

was it wrong to say that she despised the girl now?

all she ever wanted was to be like wonyoung. and to hold a special place in her leader’s heart. but it seemed like she could do neither.

the question gnawed at her soul – what had she done wrong? why couldn't she be the person chaewon admired so deeply, the way she admired wonyoung? the uncertainty clawed at her, leaving her with a sense of isolation that cut deeper than any criticism from the outside world.

she wiped her watery eyes with the end of her sleeves. she was so caught up in her head that she didn’t realize the tears cascading down her face. as she gazed into her own eyes, red and puffy from crying, she finally admitted defeat.

hong eunchae would never be jang wonyoung. 

but maybe that was okay, even if right now it didn’t feel that way.

yeah, i despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you

a/n: this is my first fic that isn't an x reader...but i hope u guys like it :)

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

“Emma and Harriet” “Harriet and Emma” what about THEM

[amberpriceenthusiast]

Expanding on my post from earlier

Vaggie and Lute actually aren’t toxic exes, they’re that codependent homoerotic friendship that all sapphics went through in middle school.

Or they’re a rivalry, more one sided (from Lutes side). Vaggie was one of the “top girls,” image Lute always looking at her and being bitter and jealous, yet always finding her so beautiful. Lute wanting to be one of the top girls, wanting to take place, and blaming that on why she’s always looking at Vaggie. Lute being so in love but refusing to acknowledge that because that’d be unforgivable.

It’s 1am idk how coherent this is, but their relationship would be very lacy by Olivia Rodrigo

[jellygirlw]

retroactive jealousy is comparing yourself to their ex. nitpicking all the details on why they are so much more attractive, and why he probably found her so hot. it’s imagining disgusting scenarios of them in your head and wanting to throw up. it’s your kind being taken up by their exs. it’s their ex being the only thing you think about. it’s wanting to ask questions and questions you don’t want to know the answer to

[saamarraahh]

GUTS 🩸

[coldninjaruins-blog]

People saying Lacy is a sapphic song are right, people saying it's a girl jealousy song are also right.

This song is about Jennifer and Needy from jennifer's body actually!!!!

[homosandhomies]

rip needy lesnicki you would’ve loved lacy by olivia rodrigo

[shakemelikeasnowglobe]

Okay okay I think I get it

This is the "Do you want to be him or be with him"formula one theory wishful envy and love based on the song Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo.

Oscar is lacy for both Logan and lando

Max is lacy for Charles

But Charles is lacy for Sainz

And sometimes Sainz is lacy for lando

George is lacy for Albon who is also lacy for Logan so Logan had too many lacies

Lewis is lacy for Nico but sometimes is backward but most times not

Lewis is also lacy for bottas but not anymore.

Webber, Vettel and Alonso are all lacy of one another its like a circle of wishful envy and love

Schumacher and Senna aren't lacy but they are the Bardot for everyone, except Oscar Bardot reincarnate to Oscar is Webber

So basically this whole grid is a circle of envy and love and reincarnate talent

[shyjusticewarrior]

I feel your compliments like bullets on skin