#mic drop special stage

[coco-loco-nut]

die first

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: Max’s wife is an international superstar, who’s anxieties tend to show up in her songs

Inspired by: die first by Nessa Barret

requests open! masterlist prequel

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“What are you writing, Schatje?” Max asks, sliding onto the piano bench beside you.

“I wrote a song based on my vows,” you tell him, writing down the last couple chords, humming a rhythm to yourself.

Max, ever since I met you, I knew you were special. You’re my fire and my safety, you never try to break me, and you promise to always stay. I promise those same things to you. I don’t want to live without you, I never want to learn how to fall asleep without you, I want to be in love with you forever. You are my forever.

“Play it for me?” he asks when you finish, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You nod, gently pressing the keys, mentally noting the kinks to fix before recording tomorrow. “It’s beautiful, the fans are going to love it, I love it,” Max compliments and you grin at him.

“I’m excited to announce the album and tour, and I’m glad we follow F1 around Europe. I get to spend more of summer with you that way,” you lean on his shoulder. You dedicated the album to him, and your third record is set to be the best selling one yet.

You took the unconventional route and took his last name after marrying him this year, despite having two hit albums and international fame. You still publish under your maiden name, but the name change caused a lot of shock.

You became an international superstar with your first release and it’s only grown since. Despite your relationship with Max spanning most of your music career, the both of you are able to spend a relatively low profile life in Monaco. Everything you record in the studio down the street is sent to your Hollywood label and released from there.

The next few months see you doing press for the surprise drop that was your bestselling third album and hyping the tour. Tour rehearsals fell during training time for Max and the both of you were going nonstop.

“I have to go to bed, Schatje, love you,” Max yawns over Facetime, you wish him goodnight as you stretch for your last show in North America. Tomorrow you jet to Europe to pick up that leg of the tour.

By the time you reach London, your tour has officially lined up with F1, which means your personal box near the stage is full of drivers, who likely are being bombarded with autograph requests. You slip into your black, sparkly bodysuit and matching hells; hair, makeup, and nails perfectly done; and grab your matching microphone before heading to your mark under the stage. The roar of the crowd energized you as the intro video plays.

“Come on London, let’s have some fun,” you say into the mic before smoke fills the stage above you and the trap door opens, the platform beneath you rising you up. You launch into your opening act. Half an hour later, after prancing and dancing and singing around the stage you take a pause to introduce the next act. The crowd cheers loudly before you have a chance to speak. You look around, smiling at everyone even if you can’t see them.

“London, thank you, my name is Y/n Verstappen, that’s my show for tonight,” you tease, the crowd silences. “Nah, I’m kidding. I wouldn’t leave you hanging like that, not when you are one of the best crowds I’ve had on tour,” you tell them, giving them a second to cheer.

“Since you have been such a great host, I wanted to share something special about this next song, something not many people know, but not quite yet. Quick shoutout to the F1 drivers here tonight, including my handsome husband, y’all are cool. But not as cool as everyone else here,” you purposely leave them hanging a little, blowing a kiss in the direction of Max.

“Alright, so, this next song is not only the title of my new album, but I also took parts of my vows and wrote them into the song. I hope you like it,” you say and the crowd cheers as the first chords play behind you.

“Thank you, London! Goodnight!” After the concert, you rush backstage and into Max’s open arms.

“You were incredible, Liefje” Max kisses you. Charles jokingly gags behind you.

“Thank you, Maxie,” you whisper, hugging him tight. Your assistant hands you a towel to put around your neck and a bottle of water which you happily take.

“You had a great show,” the other drivers tell you, all complimenting the show and thanking you for the tickets. You thank them for attending and excuse yourself so you could change. Max reminds them of the post-show dinner and club plans and carries you to your dressing room. You collapse on the couch, as Max chuckles at your dramatics.

“I swear the best part of a show is laying down after,” you groan and Max gently takes off your heels causing you to moan in relief.

“Y/n! People are going to think we are doing things in here,” Max laughs, you wave him off, changing into comfy but club appropriate clothes. Max helps you take off your stage makeup, and redoes your hair as you put a little bit of normal makeup on.

“Ready, Maxie?” you ask, grabbing your purse. It is nice knowing that assistants will take everything back to the hotel for you.

“I promise I will always come back home to you, I know my driving style is agressive, but I won’t make you learn how to fall asleep without me,” Max says, his hands holding your face gently.

“I know, but I will always be scared when you are on the track. You can’t promise nothing will happen, but I know you will always try,” you tell him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. You stay in his embrace for a minute until rejoining half of the paddock. I can be in love forever, if I die first…

[pinkie-quinns]

rocker eddie/actor steve | exes to ????? (yearners?) | fame au p5

p1 p2 p3 p4 interlude p6

Steve says he's flying out to New York for meetings. That’s what he tells everyone. That’s what he does. He's courteous, even lets Eddie know he’s in the city, that he can maybe, maybe stop by his place later.

But he doesn’t tell Eddie he’s coming to the show.

He gets there late, hangs at the very back of the venue, the nosebleed cheap seats. He’s in uniform, black jeans and scraggled tee. Bit of liner under his eyes, baseball hat and shitty prop wig he stole from set. It should be enough for most people to not look at him twice.

It’s the worst spot he’s ever had at one of Eddie’s gigs, but he couldn’t take the “I’m with the band" seats Eddie had offered him. Like he’s still some kind of accessory. Couldn���t take the c-list celebrity box seats either. Cause, well– he’s not supposed to be here.

Eddie’s a blip on the stage from where Steve’s standing, but it makes his idiotic traitorous heart swoop all the same. He’s only been on tour for a month. Steve wasn’t supposed to miss him this bad.

He’s really not supposed to be here.

Eddie's solo stuff has always been too wordy, too raw. Like he’s Dylan in the body of a metal star. It makes Steve's gut sore.

It’s mostly songs from his latest album, at least. Seemed like Eddie had a bad run in with benzos last year. Which also kinda makes his gut sore.

Eddie plays the hits. It's been years but the ones from "Penitence" cut like fresh wounds. The crowd goes wild for Dead Weight. But Pavlov's got the one-up on Steve. Those first three chords still make him want to crawl out of his skin.

It’s nearing the end now and Eddie drops the band, walks up to the front of the stage with just the spotlight on him. He’s holding Lucky, the old pawn-shop acoustic Wayne got him when he was twelve. He used to strum it between joints in the back of the van.

He’s– he’s nervous.

He coughs into the mic. “Hey uh, um, I've got something special for tonight. I don’t really do covers and uh, especially not ones that–” He cringes, grits his teeth, “Well, this isn’t exactly my sound.”

It was unsettling how nervous he was. Steve could fill journals full all of Eddie’s fuck-ups and flaws (and he has, many, many times.) But performing? That was undeniable, coded into his DNA. Eddie was a great performer. He was never nervous on stage.

Eddie's hands tremor at the tuning keys. “But uh, someone couldn’t make it tonight- a um, well. An old friend.”

Shit.

“–And he really used to really love this one.”

Shit shit shit shit.

“So, uh, yeah. Sing along if you know it.”

Steve knows it. One chord in and he knows it–

It’s Dave fucking Matthews. Eddie hates Dave Matthews. He's the total opposite of anything Eddie considered worthy art. His sound, his look, his ability to fill stadiums with every guy that wears sandals in a 50-mile radius, everything.

More importantly, Eddie’s fans hate Dave Matthews. If they don’t, they keep that close to their chest. Hell, not even– Steve spent enough of his early twenties bopping around dive bars with Eddie's crowds. They'd take that shit to their grave.

Eddie's already on thin ice with most of them.

Steve knows most of them resented the experimental sound of the new album, knows sales are low. He’s heard enough of Eddie's 3 AM pillow talk bitching about it.

There’s multiple audible groans. Someone in front of Steve whispers, “What the actual fuck.” in total disbelief.

But Steve doesn’t register it. Not really. Not over the blood rushing in his ears. Over the sound of Eddie crooning, “Who’s got their claws in you, my friend? Into your heart I’ll beat again."

Truth was, he hadn’t listened to that song, that whole album, in over a decade.

Steve would start up the car, like always and “So Much to Say” would play, like always. But there were no loud puking noises from the passenger seat, no pile of empty, over-dramatic threats. Just dust in the sunlight where someone had loved him, once.

And he couldn't stomach it.

He can't stomach it now. Eddie in front of 13,000 people. Shaky and vulnerable and too-himself for them all to bear witness.

It’s– fuck. Steve’s nineteen and the bimmer’s out of gas and Eddie’s cursing this song out, but his hand is under Steve's sweater and it's warm.

The third verse now and Eddie's crooning about forgiveness, about begging and haste and “Holding you so, boy.”

"Boy". Not "Girl". Unmistakable.

Steve wonders if anyone noticed. Eddie’s not out, not really. But he dedicated a love song to an old friend. Maybe he is now.

Then it’s all too much. Too big for him to hold. The love and hurt and longing and bullshit and near-two decades worth of sludge dredging up his throat and crashing down, pulling him under.

Steve doesn’t wait for the song to end. He keeps his head down and skips out before the encore.

[fictionalwh0ree]

hey could you do where the reader is a singer and is like 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂😈 on her shows like how olivia rodrigo is on her concerts.And reader keeps on teasing billie throughout the show which leads to uhh something!!!!… if yk what i mean😍

guess- billie eilish

summary: you are an award-selling pop artist. to surprise her fans, your girlfriend, billie, brings you out to perform your single, guess, that she featured on. however, what billie doesn't know is that the fans won't be the only ones getting surprised that night. word count: 1.7k warnings: smut; fingering and oral sex

billie’s tour had just kicked off, she was ecstatic to be back. her second show was in toronto, but billie was still feeling kind of guilty for having cancelled her show with no explanation to the fans in 2022. she decided she was going to make it up to her fans who had been patiently waiting for the past two years.

you and billie had been publicly dating for only two months, your relationship being announced via your hit single, guess, which you collabed on. since then, the fans had been going crazy over you guys. billie decided that it would be perfect for you to join her for her two toronto shows. of course you agreed, excited to accompany your girl on her tour and happy to surprise her wonderful fans.

when the night of the show finally came, the crowd was buzzing. from your little hiding spot under the stage you could hear them screaming for her. the floor was shaking and the crowd was not losing any energy, making you excited as well. you heard the familiar notes of you should see me in a crown ending, signifying that guess would be up next. you heard the screaming as billie ran past the fans at barricade and finally saw her head pop up from the little entrance. she greeted you with a big smile.

“you ready?” she said, as the cage above you got moved down.

“yep,” you smiled, buckling yourself into the harness that would soon be suspended over the stage.

billie placed a kiss on your lips before signalling to the stage crew that you were ready. someone handed her a mic and the platform began to lift. billie’s face showed that she was excited for the surprise, but what she didn’t know was that you had a surprise of your own, just for her. the box lifted into the air and the crowd erupted into cheers. you bit your own lip as you tried to hide your own excitement. as people noticed who was up there with her, the cheers got louder, almost deafening.

“alright guys,” billie said, her voice barely heard over the crowd, “i’ve brought a very special guest out for one song and one song only.”

the cheers continued and phones were held up high, recording the moment.

“say hi to y/n,” billie said, the crowd screaming in return, “now, are we ready? are we having a good time? yeah? good, you all know whats coming…”

her words dragged out as the first notes of your song played. the crowd went wild as you began to sing.

you wanna guess the colour of my underwear

you wanna know what i got going on down there

you sang, facing the crowd. as you sang the next lyrics, you put your hands in your pockets.

is it pretty in pink or all see through?

from your pockets, you pulled out two pairs of underwear, throwing them backwards so they’d hit billie. her jaw dropped in fake offence, a smile tugging at her lips as the pairs fell to the ground. she recognized them, both of them were real pairs of underwear that belonged to you, ones she’d pulled off you many times before.

is it showing off my brand new lower back tattoo?

you sang, passing your hand over the tattoo you had, revealed by the tiny top and low rise sweatpants you were wearing. you turned to billie, making eye contact as you continued to sing.

you wanna put 'em in your mouth, pull 'em all down south

you wanna turn this shit out, that's what I'm talkin' about

pu-pu-pu-put 'em in your mouth, pull 'em all down south

you wanna turn this shit out, that's what l'm talkin' about

you wore a teasing smirk, your eye contact unfaltering as you jumped around. they began to lower the two of you to the stage as you sang the chorus. once you unfastened the harness you jumped onto the stage, billie going in the opposite direction as you as you sang. finally, as billie’s part came up, she ran to join you.

eat it up for lunch, yeah its so delicious

you finished off, feeling a hand touch your waist. billie smirked back at you, the two of you definitely remembering the process of making the song.

don’t have to guess the colour of your underwear

already know what you got going on down there

its that lacy black pair with the little bows

the ones i picked out for you in tokyo

you had one final surprise for her. as she mentioned the black underwear, you pulled a pair out of your pocket, half grimacing while fighting a smile, tossing it towards her. the crowd went wild, but they didn’t know one thing. billie had seen you put that exact pair on under your sweats earlier. she picked up what you were putting down and you could almost see a light igniting in her as she thought of the idea of you not wearing underwear. she continued to sing, but you saw the change in her. before, the singing was almost performative, but now it was like she needed you, like if there wasn’t a crown of tens of thousands, she would’ve taken you right there and then.

i wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it

pull it to the side and get all up in it

kiss it, bite it, can I fit it?

she continued to sing, the two of you now facing each other. you ran backwards as she ran forwards, but the distance between the two of you was very little. the tension was palpable and it had left the crowd more energetic and loud than it had been all show. they jumped around, but their phones recorded every second of it.

y/n likes girls, yeah you know i hit it

billie sang, causing you to give her a fake shove, sending her away from you. as you two worked through the rest of the song together, you performed on opposite ends of the stage, jumping up and down with those there.

when the song ended, you met back in the middle. as the crowd roared, she moved the mic away from her mouth.

“no underwear then huh?” she said, her eyes not meeting yours as the two of you smiled at the crowd.

“nope, just waiting for you to finish up here,” you teased, finally looking at each other. you sent her a smile before walking off, waving at the crowd. you swayed your hips a little extra, which did not go unnoticed by your girlfriend, whose eyes followed you until you were out of sight.

“my wonderful girlfriend,” she said to the crowd, licking her lips.

the show continued flawlessly. you watched her from up in a v.i.p. box, but your mind was elsewhere. you loved watching billie perform, but you just couldn’t tear stop thinking about what would happen when you got back to the hotel room. meanwhile, billie was in the same boat. she loved performing and the crowd was so live it was impossible not to enjoy it, but one corner of her mind couldn’t wait to take you in the bedroom.

finally, the show wrapped up. security escorted you to the black suv and you waited patiently for your girlfriend. when the door opened, you immediately smiled. she hopped in, sweat dripping down her forehead from the performance.

“you did amazing billie!” you cheered as the car pulled out.

“thanks baby,” she beamed, “the crowd was amazing, wasn’t it?”

“they were unbelievable,” you agreed.

“oh, by the way” she began, searching through her pockets, “i believe these belong to you.”

she held up the three pairs of underwear that you’d thrown on stage, a smile playing at her lips.

“mm maybe,” you teased, “do they look familiar to you?”

“uh huh,” she said, playing along, “especially a specific pair that i saw earlier today, but on you.”

“got uncomfortable,” you shrugged, looking out the window.

“i don’t remember them being uncomfortable last week?” she questioned with a smirk.

“we’re here, ladies,” the driver says.

you both stepped out, thanking him before being escorted up to your room. in the elevator, it was dead quiet as the security accompanied you. you two stood apart, hands to yourselves. you tried to hold her waist, but she smacked it away. you looked at her face, only to see a familiar facial expression. she smirked at you evilly, fire in her eyes.

when the room door finally shut behind you, the two of you immediately began to make out, hands searching each others bodies.

“you can tease me and make me wait all night, but then can’t wait two minutes to the room from the elevator?” she said between kisses, resulting in a smile from you.

within minutes, your clothes had been tossed all over the room and you were laid down on the bed. as much as you wanted to give back to her after an exhausting day, you knew she’d been thinking about what was between your legs. her hands reached down to your pussy, fingers running over it slowly. she soon inserted two fingers, pumping them in and out as she used her thumb to rub your clit.

she moved down the bed, pulling your legs to bring them to the edge of the bed. her head quickly found its way between your legs. immediately, they clenched around her. her tongue focused on your clit, licking it, rubbing it, circling it, while her fingers continued to pump and curl in and out of you. you began to pant quickly, the familiar knot in your stomach forming. before long, you were on the verge of an orgasm. your moans became louder, signalling what you were feeling to billie. she smirked, and all it took to send you over the edge was for her to lightly bite your clit. you panted in satisfaction. billie looked at you and smiled, satisfied with her work.

by the time you were back from the washroom, billie was knocked out in bed. you smiled at the view. you picked up her phone to check the time, seeing a message from her manager.

“awesome fucking collab.”

[mattscoquette]

my experience meeting the triplets/ going to their tour ౨ৎ ⋆.˚ ✧

first i just wanna say, i am so so so insanely grateful to have attended both tours and to have met them twice. i’m not trying to brag or anything but a lot of people ask me and i figured it be easier for me to make one post rather than answer inbox questions a million times that get lost.

2/5/23 - let’s trip tour

i met the triplets for the first time during the let’s trip tour. i vividly remember being at work when the tickets went on sale and i was gonna go w my coworker but things fell thru and i went alone, and that alr was nerve wrecking enough. but i met a lot of cool people on line and everyone was super friendly. i got the pre-show small talk package, so i got to meet them before i saw them on stage. i also wrote them letters (idk if they ever opened them) but it was honestly fate when i stopped to drop them off in the present bin because there was a group of three girls in front of me so i wasn’t super rushed when i was meeting each triplet.

i met chris first! i was soooooo nervous but the second i started talking it all went away. the first thing i noticed was how small they are irl and immediately after was how fucking good chris smelled 😭 he was soo sweet. i told him how i loved watching their videos w my mom and that she was his favorite. i can’t rlly remember what else i talked about him with, and i tried to screen record my camera but i didn’t turn the mic on so i lost all the audio 😭😭

next was matttttt the loml. i was immediately soo comfortable around him, i was literally just talking like a normal conversation without even thinking. i asked him how the tour was going and he told me he was sad it was ending soon. and then i told him how one of my best friends is a triplet and we talked about that, he told me his dad is a twin and that everyone thinks he nick and chris are identical but they aren’t. he was so sweet and really listen to what you have to say, i had such a nice time talking with him.

when i met nick my auto pilot like shut off and i froze 😭😭 i literally out loud was like “i am so nervous” and he was so sweet about it, he hugged me a second time and was like “no don’t be it’s okay!” lmfaoo. i didn’t get to talk to him as long but i remember him telling me it was super nice to meet me after.

on line for the red carpet, i met madi! she was just walking around the venue, and she was over by me and i asked for a photo. she was soo sweet (and so pretty irl omfg). i didn’t wait in line for the red carpet for very long, i got merch, and then i did my photo w them :,) tbh i honestly don’t lovee it because i rlly don’t look the best in it lolol. bur ill pull thru and show u all. but this was back when u got to pick ur own poses and we all did hearts with one another (idk if that makes sense) and i stood next to my mannn😛😛

i look so diff now like i actually hate how i look when i met them but that’s beside the point 😭😭 but they all looked sooooo good. also for reference im about 5’3-5’4ish.

show-wise, it was sm more fun than the versus tour tbh. i got to see yung pleit perform and he opened w miss me and everyone was going insaneeeee. i was literally like one person behind the baracade, i was so close it was so so so cool. the triplets went on for maybe twenty minutes but they read the question i asked them which was so cool. and mary lou, jimmy, justin, and nate were all at my show!! they were on the balcony above the stage and were waving to us it was so cute. i had such a fun time at this show i wish i could go back

10/9/23 - the versus tour

this show was soooooo so so so special to me. i was going through a really really hard time. and this show made me so happy and gave me such a nice break from everything. this show wasn’t as close as the first show so i went to with my mom (she was team orange lol). i also got to meet some old online friends i made which was so nice :,) like the last tour, i got pre-show small talk. my only complaint though is that when i bought tickets backstage wasn’t available, some friends and i called the venue and they told us there was no backstage , but there actually was :( but im still sooooo grateful i got to meet them!

the order was the same as last time- chris, matt, then nick. i was so nervous about meeting them again, i literally almost forgot to take a pic w chris LMFAO. he was so sweet, he asked me how i was doing, if i was excited, all that good stuff. this time was a lot more rushed than the first, but i still got a decent amount of time with each triplet. i also got them each to draw me my fav angel numbers to get tattooed, i still haven’t gotten it yet but when i do i’ll post it :)

i was sooo nervous to meet matt again lmfao but as soon as i went up to him i felt fine. i complemented his outfit (he had on his white eeyore jacket 😭😭 so cute) and we took our picture and when i was leaving he told me it was rlly nice to meet me :,)) he is sooooooo pretty irl like his eyes r so blue and his earrings r so sparkly i was literally like in a trance. omfg.

nick was soo sweet he gave me such a big hug and was so smiley and asked how i was doing, same as chris. he also rested his head on mine when we took our pic togetherrr. he was so so kind.

my show was a monday so they had uploaded a podcast while i was on line for the red carpet, so i listened to that a bit while waiting. this tour we had pre-picked poses, but i did the hearts again. i stood in between matt and chris, and i said i wanted hearts and matt immediately did half the heart and put his arm around me so we did the heart tgth 😭😭

lowk not a fan of this pic either but :( so sweet. i love them so much. i also wore platform shoes this time lol so that gave me some height.

the show was so good! so much more entertaining than what the triplets did the first time. it was very engaging, and so fun to watch. lowk bitter i didn’t get picked to be matt’s teammate but we move. anyway. each challenge was so fun, me and my friend knew almost all the trivia questions they did 😭😭 and jenga was sooo stressful to watch lmfao it was so close the whole time, i think we had one of the longest jenga shows of the tour lmfao. chris ended up winning bc matt dropped the jenga tower and they were both tied. it was such a fun experience im so grateful to have gone !

© mattscoquette

[uluvjay]

In your love-M. Rempe

Matt Rempe x fem! Reader

In which you and Matt finally pronounce your love for one another

Warnings?: tooth rotting fluff, kissing, concert setting, large crowd, based off of Tyler Childers song “In your love.”

“You excited?” He smiled down at you, his bright smile stretching out over his face.

“Yeah, I’ve only been to one country concert before.” You replied, rocking back and forth on your feet as you waited for the line to move up.

“Oh honey you’ve been missing out.” He laughed, wrapping his strong arm over your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him.

The second Matt heard Tyler Childers would be in town the man bought the tickets immediately, did he get yelled at for spending the amount of money he did? Yes, but he could care less.

He watched you dance around his apartment day after day singing multiple songs and there was nothing he wanted more then for you to be able to experience them live.

By the time you guys made it in and found a good spot in the crowd it had began to get dark, the opener coming on stage with a warm greeting.

You two didn’t know any of his songs but danced and enjoyed the music nonetheless, giggles floated from you as Matt spun you in circles and dipped you, his sisters taking video after video making sure to capture the sweet moments.

“Do you want a drink?” Matt asked once a small intermission came between the opener and Tyler..

“Just a water please.” You smiled politely.

“Gotcha.” He spoke, dipping down to place a kiss to your cheek before taking off.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes watched him walk away, butterflies floating in your chest as the heat of his lips still lingered on your cheek.

Many people thought he was a big buff jerk for the way he fought on the ice but they couldn’t be more wrong. He was gentle and kind, he was the guy that helped the old ladies in the grocery store grab things off the top shelf.

He was welcoming to anyone new, so open to giving new people a chance and while sometimes it gets him burned he always says he’d rather take the chance then not.

The voice of one of his sisters pulled you from your thoughts, “God he is so in love with you.” She laughed.

You blushed at her words, “you think so?”

“Think so? Girl I know so. I’ve never in my entire life seen him look at anyone or anything the way he looks at you.” She smiled throwing her arm over your shoulder similar to how her brother did earlier in the evening.

You didn’t get a chance to reply to her before you saw your boy heading your way, his large frame towering over a majority of the crowd.

“Here you go.” He smiled as he handed you the bottle of water.

“Thank you.” You hummed leaning to place a quick peck to his lips.

“You are very welcome pretty lady.” He replied, leaning down to lock your lips in one more sweet kiss.

Your small group talked and took some pictures while you waited for Tyler to take the stage, childhood stories and funny memories were shared from his sisters while you laughed and Matt blushed in embarrassment.

Finally when the lights dimmed and people started to cheer did you guys turn back towards the stage, watching as Tyler came out.

He greeted the crowd before jumping into his set list, multiple of your favorites starting off the show. You had your back resting against Matt’s chest while his arms wrapped around your front swaying you two side to side.

The beat to the song died and Tyler stepped away from the mic, he interacted with the crowd for a moment before introducing his next song.

“This one I wrote for a special someone in my life and I hope you love it as much as I do them. This is in your love.” He smiled.

“Oh I love this one” you smiled as you squeezed Matt’s arm in excitement.

You sang along to the intro watching him perform until you were turned to face Matt, you threw your arms around his shoulder, his hands dropped to your waist as he pulled you flush against him.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest as he cupped your cheek softly and began to sing the words to you.

I will stand my ground, I'm a bad man looking for takers, You're the finest thing around.

So I will stand my ground

'Cause it's cold out there

And you know some men search for ages

For the love that I have found

So I will stand my ground

Tears pricked your eyes as he kept going, you’d been together almost a year now but neither of you had let the three word sentence slip yet.

You’d never felt anything like this before, nobody had made you feel as safe and loved like Matt had but you were scared of saying it too early for him.

We were never made to run forever

We were just meant to go long enough

To find what we were chasin' after

I believe I found it here in your love

You didn’t let him say another lyric before your lips were on his, hands gripping his thick jean jacket while both of his much larger ones came to cup your cheeks gently.

“I love you so much.” You cried when you pulled back.

He smiled, his own eyes watering as he wiped away your escaped tears, “I love you too sweetheart.”

He pecked your lips one last time before pulling you into his side, this time both of you belting out the lyrics.

I will work for you

'Til my hands are tired and bleedin'

I know what it is from us I'm needin'

I will work for you

His sisters watched in a quiet silence, tears of their own pricking their eyes as they watched their brother be so effortlessly in love with you.

The way he held you so close and tender, his fingers gently caressing your arm, his head rested against yours.

There were no doubts in their hearts that their brother had found his person.

Honey, I will wait for you

Honey, I will stand my ground

I will work for you

I will stand my ground

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[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠

Summary: Being the director and also a single mum of 462818 people at the same time, being shown in Y/N. Y/L/N's newest Instagram post with some special guest

A/N: I really enjoy making these Instagram AU posts, and you will see my inner gremlin appearing lol and İ'll make a second and even third part for it!

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Y/N Y/L/N: Did they force me to take them on a train ride? Yes. Did I loose a bet? Also yes. So, as a result, I'm broke now. Please start a campaign and funds.🤭🤗

Also, don't let Jack's innocence fool you, that man is a real life Wylan and is a menace to society. He ate 15 burgers. Fuck you 🖕😑

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User1: I love how Y/n is the sugar mommy of the cast djskdjsj

User2: The way she is trully the mom apart from being the director. They are like a family 🥰

Y/N: A family that uses me... Cruel, cruel kids. Look at their smiles! They know what they are doing 🥲

freddycarter1: you made us walk under extreme hot weather and left us to die in a desert! It's only fair 😌

Y/N: Shut up Kazzle Dazzle, and eat your burger! And I gave you umbrellas, ıt's enough.

Sab.Memes: Jack ate 15 burgers?! *Chokes on water* HOW CAN HE DO THAT?!

User4: I feel bad for Y/N, she earns money through them and still spend it for them 😂

Y/NFanforever23: She knows guys, she know the power the fans have!

Y/N: I watched people start campaign and cancelling celebrities, ending their whole life. FAN SUPREMACY IS THE ONLY TRUE POWER!! 🫡

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Y/N Y/L/N: Here is a warning: I'm everywhere and I see all of you... Please keep doing God's work by making memes🤭

1. There is a reason why I chose Ben as Darkling, only one reason: He is the ultimate CEO of puppy eyes... A good way to manipulate people because I fell for it. And Leigh and I fought very hard for them to accept him already.

2. Apart from the fact that he killed innocents, manipulated kids and offered one to the Royal family, used many people and created the Fold alonsgide other War crimes... It seems my job is over *drops the mic and leaves the stage to go and write the New script,crying*

3. Real applause for Alina because I would have folded and accepted immediately.

P.S: Ben is getting ready to defend Darkling in his Insta story while avoiding me... And laying over my lap and making me play with his hair.

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kittheyounger: When exactly are you going to stop sharing memes of us?

Y/N: Never? You should be grateful I'm not sharing every one of your's fetus photos and the ones I took to blackmail you later :)

archierenaux3: Couldn't be me hehe

Y/N: Keep living in your dreams :) @archierenaux3

User7: She is so real for the third slide 🤣

User9: Ben is so babygirl for her I can't-

User3: The way Y/N just terrorizes the entire cast with those childhood photos is too funny to me 😂

User6: That's some Queen behaviour... another day another slay from Y/N 💯

User1: She is known to have a talent for taking photos when no one sees and notices her so... For all we know, she could take photos of us and we still wouldn't know.

User5: And she only annoys the male cast members... 😌🤔I wonder why she doesn't do the same with others?

Y/N: They are my little babies and precious wives, they could do no wrong 🥰

Benbarnes: Talk about favouritism... And I'm her boyfriend.

Y/N: And they are my wives, so? 🤗

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Y/N Y/L/N: Oh, the amount of chaos here... *Sips wine* 🤭🍷

P.S: He came to me crying and asking what was wrong with the fans... I said he was so hot for his own good and now, he refuses to meet my eye because he blushes too much... Sir, you are 41 not 15! Either way, what a cutie 😌🤭

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benbarnes: you promised to not share these!

Y/N: Haven't you learnt nothing is safe with me?

BenandY/N.mommy: I CANT- Y/N IS FEEDING US AND I LIVE FOR IT

User5: Poor Shadow Daddy... Show us more.🫣

User3: The cast once said that Ben blushes the most when Y/N is near or the one who compliments him... My heart can't take it!

User6: I want what they have! ❤️

User3: They both had become so good to each other, especially Y/N... Seeing my baby happy makes me cry tears of joy 🥹

User6: I hope they will get married already! We need little Y/L/N- Barnes in our lives 🥲

User4: When can I get a Y/N or Ben in my life?

User2: And just like that, I'm scared for what's waiting for us and Matthias in SaB season 3...

User1: ıf people doesn't know... Y/N is very good at drama and slicing our hearts and squeezing it painfully with her emotional scenes and talent for shooting those scenes just... Diferrently.

User3: We are doomed... Like girl, who hurt you that much?

Y/N: Trauma, tears, sadness and more trauma are what's waiting for yall probably... Sorry🫣 And I love watching and reading heartwrenching things in general, no one hurt me so don't come at Ben😄😇

benbarnes: Thanks love... Your fans scare me...

User1: Suddenly, ıt's a need to see Kaz and Monopoly together

Y/N: You wouldn't want that... Freddie gets too absorbed in his character and we thought it was a good idea to do this... It didn't turn out well

User5: The way Ben is scared of Y/N's fanbase is very funny... *Evil laugh* Sir, you are dating our girl, millions are after your ass as soon as we see a tear on her pretty face 🙎🔪

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Y/N Y/L/N: This cast had become my everything, all these amazing people changed me in the best way possible and I'm grateful to have met them. I'm known to always share funny things but today, I wanted to show my love and appreciation. I'm thankful for accepting the offer to direct and also take a role in this amazing job. Thank you for inspiring me to be a better version of myself, thank you for changing my life for the better and thank you for trusting me. shadowandbone :)

Thank you for the backstage workers who always gossipped with me and did their very best and made me fangirl at their job

Thank you for convincing me and holding a gun to my temple to accept this job and also writing this amazing book universe @lbardugo 🫡❤️ I'm hoping to talk to you soon again!

But the biggest thank you is for my dear boyfriend @BenBarnes. Thank you for always supporting me and loving me. Thank you for holding me when I needed, trusting me when I didn't and lifting me up with your dad jokes and thank you for being you. I'm the most grateful for you, and that won't change. I love you and your goofy personality even though you ate my last cookie 🥲❤️

Oh and a final note? These people and these pictures? Let the Fold take me :) shadowandbone

shadowandbone: A toast for the best director ever! We are glad to have someone like you! And there is no way out of the Fold :)

User6: The way she always includes everyone, down until the very last person in backstage is... Her heart is so amazing and her soul is so pure🥹

User2: You just know that they all love her so much.. Thank you for accepting and thank you for bringing our dream book to life Y/N 🥹

lbardugo: I wouldn't want anyone except you to this! You have so much potential and I was at ease knowing that the show was in good hands... Love you so much and İ'll eagerly wait for your other projects 🥹🥰 And I'm waiting for that meeting to, love! Just don't forget to spend time with Ben, he sulks like a puppy later 😂

Y/N: Thank you so much... OMG I'm crying at all the sweet messages now but you can be sure I'll spend all my time with him!

amitasuman_: We love you, Y/N! You are the best and thank you for always making sure we were fine and comfortable! Now, I'm off to cry🥹

Jessie_mei_li: Thank you for being you! I wouldn't have gotten a bestfriend like you if you hadn't accept!❤️ Thank you for assembling all of us, Queen of Fantasy!

freddycarter1: and also accidently adopt all of us in some ways...

User5: the whole Shadow and Bone cast looking at their director with heart eyes are making me jdkshdqkvwu🥰💞❤️😍🥺

User4: YEAH, THEY ARE SO LOVELY WITH EACH OTHER! BUT! Have you seen how Ben looks at her? I have been manifesting a man like hım over a decade now...

User1: Do you think she saw that fifth slide on Ben's Insta??

User4: Definetly! I wonder what her reaction was like...

Y/N: I was a Darklina hater my whole life until Jessie and Ben ruined it for me and made me just turn a blind eye... I regret making them shoot that scene but also not.

User2: OMG SHE ANSWERED

User1: she always does, another reason to live, laugh and love Y/N. Hı, Y/N!

Y/N: Hi, love! And btw yes, that video woke something in me... Which payed off iykyk 🤭

User6: when I learnt the whole cast, mainly Ben, was begging her to make a Marauders series is just... Wow... I hope she does that, she is the only one who could pull that!

User1: Remember when she said she would break the Net when the time comes? Might be it, who knows?🤔

User3: She also said she wasn't letting any of the cast go like that and had plans for every one of them... And that they were her slaves and had to do anything she told them lol

User4: People trust her with book adaptation because she always stays loyal to it, while also adding something from herself. It's normal everyone wants her to work on every book adaptation possible

User2: I wonder who she prefers the most: Kaz or Darkling?🤔

User5: Ben is her boyfriend so I think she would say Darkling because he would pout otherwise

User6: But she also said she often giggled and blushed while reading Kaz's point of view and specifically begged Freddy to audition

Y/N: The true question is: Are you a fan of terrifying blue eyes or deep, empty black eyes?

benbarnes: I'm forever lucky and grateful to have met you and be your boyfriend. I can never be proud enough of you since you have a habit of always exceeding yourself. I'll always be by your side through thick and thin, just as you do every day. You are my beautiful and succesfull girlfriend, my rock when I need you, my bestfriend when I need a good laugh and my other half and there is no enough words to explain my feelings but I'll stick to this one: I love you always. liked by Y/N Y/L/N

User1: And that's how you get away with eating a lady's last cookie 😂

User3: I'm not crying ıt's just their love in my eyes that stings 🥹

User5: I swear there is nothing I want more than see them getting married 😭

[be-missed]

reader is a singer, and for their 5 year anniversary with Jenna, they write a song for her. But she thinks it’s for someone else. You can decide the ending. :)

My Eyes Are Brown!

Jenna Ortega x Reader

(Picture not mine)

Summary: Y/N dropped a new song at the concert; The music resonated through the crowd while Jenna, her girlfriend for five years, couldn't shake the feeling that those lyrics were meant for someone else.

Warnings: none, notify me if any.

A/N: First story for Valentine's Day Request. I really had a hard time finding a song. They/them pronouns are used, I based it on the request. Thank you for this wonderful request and enjoy! Just a short one.

Masterlist

Song: I Know Places by Taylor Swift

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"Okay, so for my last song, this is a special one" Y/N said as the crowd went wild, this was the last night for Y/N's North America Tour and will be resting for a few months before she continue her tour in South America. "I wrote this a few weeks ago, but I did not release it, because... I want to gatekeep it actually" Y/N chuckled at their behavior thinking how petty it sounds when it comes to others.

The crowd chuckles with Y/N's reason and they continue to speak, "But tonight is a special night since this'll be the last night for my tour and a special night for me and the person that I love" you said as the crowd cheered and holler. They know that Jenna was watching in the crowds, and on every time you sang a song that you wrote for Jenna, they watch her move as they can see how sweet and passionate the lyrics are, and they watch you sing it, like you are singing your voice out and Jenna's the only person in the room.

"I hope you enjoy it, here it goes" You said and the backing vocals started and the band drops the beat.

I-I-I, I, I-I-I, I, I, I

The crowd started to cheer, feeling the beat of the new song that you are currently introducing to them as the chorus, the lyrics were shown at the big screen at your back, giving a chance to your fans to sing the song with you, and that they do.

Baby, I know places we won't be found

And they'll be chasin' our tails try to track us down

Cause, I, I know places we can hide

I know places

The crowd knows that this song was dedicated to your girlfriend of five years, in your era where the both of you were trying to hide your relationship to the public, in the time where the two of you just wanted to run away from a far land and just be who you are; dancing in the rain, doing grocery shopping, walking through the neighborhood with no cameras and people staring at the both of you. The ending of the song was so catchy as you scream

They take their shots, but we're bulletproof

And you know for me, it's always you

In the dead of night, your eyes so green

And I know for you, it's always me

The crowd cheered and screamed as you said your good byes and you thank them. But before you exit the stage you said to the mic "I love you Jenna Ortega, always yours" and the crowd screamed more.

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You enter your waiting room, finding Jenna on the sofa using her phone, you are pretty sure that by this time, Jenna would run directly to your arms, kissing your face, and will say how great you are and how much she's gonna make love to you by the time the both of you got home.

But right now, you got nothing. So what you did was you walked to the sofa and hug her from the back, nuzzling your face into her neck. By this time, you are pretty sure that Jenna should be hugging you back and kissing your pretty face, but still no reaction and her focus is still on her phone.

What you did next was you delivers small kisses through Jenna's neck. She tilted her neck offering you much more space, but it didn't last when you feel her hand on your hair, tugging it away so she can free her neck from your lips. Jenna then stood up and sat on the opposite side of the sofa.

Okay now you know that there is a problem, so you sat next to Jenna and you grabbed her phone. "Okay, can we stop with this silent treatment and can you please tell me what's the problem? Because I can't wait another more minute without feeling your lips and be engulfed with your hug" you said to Jenna straightforward, because in fact, you will probably die without feeling any physical intimacy from Jenna.

Jenna looked you dead in the eye and said "Why don't you ask for some physical attention to that green-eyed babe then" she said with a sarcastic tone that made your eyebrows scrunched. Because who the fuck is that person?

"Jenna, what do you mean? I don't know a green-eyed person." You said, stating a fact while you try to list people that you know and thinking if they have green eyes.

"Oh my god Y/N, why are you so slow?" Jenna said while crossing her arms through her chest and added, "Its our fifth year anniversary and you're gonna sing a song for someone? What is this your way of breaking up with me and telling me that you are cheating?" Jenna then stood up from her seat.

Before she walks away, you pulled her down to seat on your lap and cage her with your arms wrapping around her waist. "Okay, come one, what are you trying to say? It is our fifth year anniversary that is why I sang that song. And what do you mean cheating? You know that I would never cheat on you."

"Then who is the person you are referring to the song the? In the ending where you said something about, dead of night your eyes so green, somewhere around that words?" Jenna said while she pouts, getting reminded that you just wrote a song about someone that is not hers.

"Wait, do you mean the lyrics from the last song?" You said as you move your hand to brush away the stray hair that hides her pouty lips and sad face. Then you think back to the lyrics from the song, and then boom, you did realize that you wrote "your eyes so green" the thought made you chuckled.

Jenna then slap your shoulder for chuckling at her problem and said "My eyes are brown Y/N! THEY ARE BROWN" Trying to make a point, she then leans her face close to you and stares at you with her brown eyes.

"You are so cute" You said while you nuzzle your face into Jenna's neck that made the other girl confused. "I am not cute Y/N, I am angry and mad at you" Jenna said.

You pulled away and looked at her and said "Okay, can you please let me explain first?" and Jenna nodded. "So well, when I was writing that, it was actually brown, I'm not kidding. I can even show you the piece of paper" You said trying to look as believable, because this is indeed the true story behind it.

Jenna waited for you to continue and you said "But then one of the producers said that, brown doesn't really rhyme with the word 'me' so we opted to change it to 'green'." You said raising your right hand as a form of being honest and swearing that you are really saying the truth.

The other girl looked at you and said "No shit, I don't believe you" and tried to stand, but you are stronger than her and just locked her in her place. "Jenna I swear I'm telling you the truth, I can even play you the demo of the song. My love I swear, I'm not lying to you"

Jenna then nod with the suggestion of you playing the demo to her and by the end of it she commented "Okay, fine, I believe you." You raised your eyebrow because you can still fell a little bit of madness from her voice "Okay, kiss me then" you said trying to challenge.

Jenna then kissed you on the cheek, "Okay you are still mad" you said and added "Okay I promise, the next time that I'll sing that song I'll use brown instead of green, okay? Fuck the rhyming, your feelings and the song being for you is more important. I promise, my love"

Jenna raised her eyebrow with your suggestion and smiled "Okay, I love that idea" she then kissed you in the lips and whispered "Happy Anniversary" which you smiled and replied "Happy Anniversary too, my love."

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A/N: First story for the VDay Request, apologies for just posting it today, guess I lied. Two more stories about Tara! Enjoy and thank you for waiting.

[gurugirl]

new short series coming next wednesday!

This is a 3 part commissioned request (someone who wishes to remain anonymous) - famous!harry x normie!reader

Series Summary: Harry spots an angel in the crowd and he can't keep his eyes off of her. And, as if by some cosmic pull, he can't help but ask her backstage. But it's just for tonight. Or is it?

↓ Part 1 Teaser ↓

He began to sing and the sudden density of the situation was overwhelming. He knew the universe was giving him something very special at that instant as he strummed and leaned into the mic as he belted the opening lines. He wanted to keep his awareness about him and not miss a moment. He was in his element.

And the reason he felt the atmosphere change, he was sure of it the second he laid eyes on her, was standing just right of center stage in the pit. An angel with long hair surrounded by a halo of glitter and the loveliest smile he’d seen in a long time. She wore a bodysuit with a flower pattern that hugged her curves with sparkles all over her skin and her shoulders, gleaming in her hair. Glossy pink and red sunglasses shaped like hearts on her face.

He couldn’t help but look at her as he sang and when he stepped away from the mic to let the fans scream the words he narrowed his eyes at the angel in front of the stage and gave her a quick wave, releasing one hand from his guitar to do so. Watching her pretty pink lips drop open wide when she understood he was waving at her she bounced a little and waved back. Harry’s eyes dragged down her frame again and he realized her tits were bouncing with her. He couldn’t help but notice it. They were supple and she was gorgeous. It was hard not to take her all in as she was.

She hadn’t realized it, until that instant, that he’d been looking at her. She figured that was impossible. There were so many other people next to her but the electricity that buzzed through her veins in that moment had her feeling like the only one in the audience. He continued looking at her through the song, his eyes finding hers as he sang and strummed. His smile would deepen each time their gazes met and she felt like she was in a dream. Harry Styles was looking at her and grinning coyly each time his eyes landed on hers.

Y/n was an outspoken person. Someone who didn’t usually hold back with her thoughts and opinions. And even though having Harry looking at her and grinning was making the blood rush to her cheeks and her limbs tremble she knew she needed to call on her boldness to keep his attention. She had an idea before she’d even gotten to the concert that felt like something that would just stay an idea, would remain a little daydream fantasy. But now? She figured why not? She’d seen Harry prancing around at past concerts wearing sunglasses and hats the fans would toss up to him.

But she didn’t want to throw anything up on the stage at him for fear of hurting him or him not seeing it. She wanted to hand him the sunglasses. Maybe they’d even brush fingers. But with the way the stage was set up, she knew that was impossible. Security flanked the fronts and sides and she’d never be able to reach. Instead, she did the next best thing.

The next time Harry spotted her, which was only moments after she decided to enact her plan, she pulled her sunglasses off and pointed at him as she held them up. She was against the barricade near security and Harry’s eyes squinted as he looked at her hand and placed the mic onto the stand before kneeling down next to the man standing in front of the stage. He kept his eyes on the sparkly angel as he pointed at her and spoke to the man who nodded.

The transaction happened in a flash. The man smiled at her as she handed him the heart-shaped sunglasses and then suddenly Harry had them in hand and placed them on his face as he got right back to singing.

The crowd was raucous. Harry wearing cutesy, shiny heart sunglasses got everyone’s attention but Y/n was in awe that he was wearing her cheap dollar store find on his handsome face.

And when the song was over he pulled the sunglasses off and mouthed, “Can I keep these?”

Y/n nodded exaggeratedly and smiled as she bounced a little. It was the best night of her life; she was sure of it. The entire day had been amazing. From the moment she woke up to right then as she had Harry’s grin aimed at her it was perfection. Even her outfit and hair were perfect. She knew it. It was just one of those days and she felt like it was all meant to be.

She danced and swayed to the songs, sang along with the crowd, and Harry kept giving her glances and cheeky smirks. He was definitely flirting with her.

“I can’t believe he’s keeping your sunglasses! What if he wears them after tonight and he’s photographed with them?” Y/n’s co-worker, Ady, was with her. She and Ady were loose friends. They got along well enough and both liked Harry Styles. So when Y/n scored two tickets and her best friend declined to go to the concert with her she asked Ady. She figured Ady would be willing given the colorful TPWK screensaver she had on her work computer.

Harry began to interact with the signs in the crowd. Reading them aloud as he casually paced and laughed and made the fans laugh with him.

But as he walked toward the part of the stage where Y/n and Ady were standing Harry pointed directly at Y/n, “What’s your name?”

Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to keep calm and Ady squealed next to her, “Her name is Y/n!”

Y/n turned to look at Ady and they laughed together but Harry continued, “Her name is what again?” He cupped his ear and leaned in to hear better.

This time Y/n was quick to react, “Y/n!!” She shouted as loudly and clearly as possible.

Harry stood up straight and laughed, “Y/n. Lovely. And your friend’s name?”

Ady shouted her name and Harry nodded, “Is it just the two of you?”

Y/n and Ady nodded with wide grins and Harry sauntered around in the spot as he motioned with his arms, “Y/n, here, gave me a pair of sunglasses and is allowing me to keep them,” he spoke to the fans and then looked back toward Y/n. “And I just wanted to say, thank you, Y/n. That was so thoughtful of you to give them to me.”

She placed her hand over her heart as she shouted, “You’re welcome!” And Harry placed his hand over his heart and winked.

An absolute dream. The whole night had been. The attention she was getting from Harry was something she’d never forget. She was positive that he found her attractive based on the way he kept looking toward her and grinning. It was one of those things that happen in life that make you spark and give you a giddiness that you’ll wake in the middle of the night thinking of or suddenly become overwhelmed with while you’re loading the dishwasher. Something that you take with you and sew into your bones and inwardly smile and gush over. Something that can’t ever be taken away. A small moment in time that’s yours to take with you forever.

Harry did his usual end-of-concert routine, including the whale before jogging off stage. The lights brightened slowly and the sounds of chatter and concertgoers laughing and singing filled the venue.

Y/n wasn’t ready to leave the magic of the concert but all good things must come to an end. As she and Ady were about to file out behind the other pit fans the security guard who handed her sunglasses off to Harry approached her, “You’re both invited backstage. Harry’s invitation.”

[heauxvibez]

Fire Chief

warnings: mmm, you'll just have to read and see :)

Vivica's entrance onto the stage was nothing short of mesmerizing. With every step, her hips swayed in a hypnotic rhythm, a captivating dance that drew the gaze of every person in the room. The spotlight followed her, casting her in a radiant glow as she moved with effortless grace and confidence.

As she reached the center of the stage, she paused, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. She exuded an aura of command, her presence undeniable as she prepared to make the announcement that would set the stage on fire.

She delicately cleared her throat, before speaking into the mic, "How you ladies doin' tonight?"

The women erupted into a chorus of cheers and applause, their excitement reverberating off the walls of the venue. The sound washed over Vivica like a wave as she took in the adoration of her audience.

She gestured towards the unseen dancer, feeding the energy of the crowd.

"Well, tonight I want to introduce you to one of my new dancers," she declared, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "His bronze skin glistens like no other, and just his presence alone will send chills down your spine. Woo!" With a playful laugh, she fanned herself with her hand, the motion adding to her performance.

The audience responded with a chorus of laughter and cheers. Vivica's infectious energy had them hanging on her every word, eager to see what she had in store.

"Got me sweatin' and he's not even out here yet," Vivica continued, her pace quickening as she took over the stage. "But he's not going to be heating it up in here. No, ma'am." Her words were punctuated by playful chuckles, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she teased the crowd with hints of what was to come.

With a wink, she leaned in closer to the mic, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Oh, no. His job is to put the fire out, if you know what I mean." The crowd erupted into delighted ooo's, eagerly awaiting the reveal of the mystery dancer who promised to extinguish their burning desires.

"Everyone, welcome... Fire Chief Reigns!"

With a final wave to the audience, Vivica swiftly made her exit from the stage, her heart pounding with hope. She couldn't help but silently pray that Roman would deliver a stellar performance and bring in some much-needed revenue for the night.

Roman's journey with Black Magic, Vivica's exotic dance company, had begun several months prior, when he had auditioned for a spot. Despite his allure—his captivating smile, his soft pretty lips, his confidence, and undeniable charm—Roman had fallen short during the auditions. Vivica couldn't deny that he possessed all the qualities of a true heartthrob, but there had been something missing, a certain spark.

As Vivica retreated backstage, her mind wandered back to Roman's audition. She recalled the disappointment she had felt when she had been forced to pass him over for one of the limited spots in the group. With only 8 positions available, each dancer had to possess that special something, that extra 'umph', that would set them apart from the rest.

Nonetheless, Vivica had seen potential in Roman, a glimmer of something extraordinary that had compelled her to keep him on as a backup dancer. She knew that with the right guidance and encouragement, Roman could blossom into the star she knew he was meant to be. And tonight, as she awaited his performance with high hopes. She hoped he would prove her instincts right and dazzle the audience with his talent and charm.

As the lights dimmed and the pulsating rhythm of August Alsina's "Porn Star" filled the air, eager screams and excited chatter filled the air, each woman eagerly yearning for the man that Vivica raved about.

With confidence, Roman made his entrance onto the stage, his presence commanding the attention of the women. Clad in his firefighter attire, he held onto his hose with an air of casual nonchalance, the jacket slung effortlessly over his shoulder adding to his costume.

Under the glow of the stage lights, Roman's bronzed skin seemed to shimmer and gleam, he was coated in coconut oil that gave him an almost ethereal glow. Every movement he made was calculated, every step drew the gaze of the enraptured audience members, who watched as he began his performance.

His luscious lips curled into a sexy smirk as he watched the women's jaws drop in awe. His body moved effortlessly to the rhythm of the music as he bit down on his bottom lip, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

He dropped the jacket to the floor and gripped the suspenders that held his pants up.

Slowly, he descended the steps of the stage, his eyes locking onto each woman with hunger. As he prowled the stage with predatory grace, his eyes smoldered with a hunger that seemed to penetrate their very souls.

With a teasing touch, he gripped the front of his pants, gradually revealing a trail that seemed to lead to the promised land. The women watched with bated breath, hoping he wouldn't stop the show anytime soon. Just as he was about to reveal more, he pulled his pants back up, his pearly white showing in the process.

The collective sigh of disappointment that swept through the audience mingled with the sound of eager applause and the rustle of bills being thrust into the air. With each bill that fluttered to the stage, they silently pleaded for him to continue his teasing, desperate for just a few moments more in his presence.

He chuckled seductively as he approached his chosen target. His eyes drank in the sight of her, drawn to her pretty brown eyes, the velvety richness of her chocolate skin, and the way her curly brown locks cascaded in unruly waves around her face, framing her features like a halo. With a confident flair, he grabbed her chair and pulled it forward, removing her from the crowd of other women.

As he straddled her, he made sure not to exert too much weight. With a firm grip on the back of her chair, he began to roll his hips slowly, each movement causing his muscles to flex and ripple.

She clutched onto his firefighter pants, her fingers trembling as she slipped ones into the fabric.

"Damn," she groaned, her heart racing faster than it ever had before.

He seized one of her hands, guiding it onto his chest and then slowly sliding it down his body and into his pants. It felt like a test of her patience, an invitation to explore further, to indulge in the forbidden. His intentions were clear, and she couldn't deny the feelings coursing through her veins.

And then, in a daring move that stole her breath away, he placed her hand on his bulge. It was a sensation that weakened her yet made her feel good that she held a power over him that none of the other women in the room possessed. Their gazes remained firmly fixed on each other, a silent and intoxicating communication that spoke volumes without a single word being uttered.

With a slick move, he wrapped his hand around her neck, his grip neither too firm nor too gentle, but just right. With each gentle pressure of his fingers against her skin, she felt the knots of tension begin to form in her belly, a delicious ache that pulsed within her.

In that moment, with his hand wrapped possessively around her neck, she could feel the heat of his skin against hers. It felt dangerous yet exhilarating.

They had forgotten where they were, it was as if the world around them had faded into nothingness.

Leaning in close, his breath warm against her ear, he whispered in a sultry voice,

"I want you after this is over, you understand me?"

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Yes, yes and yeessss

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[astrangetorpedo]

It's Saturday night at Otherlands Coffee Shop. The space looks about the same as it has for the past decade of weekend concerts. A small group of people drinking lattes or craft brews sits around the eclectically shellacked tables while Julien Baker takes the makeshift stage with her baby blue electric Fender. Behind Baker, plate-glass windows are beading with rain. Brake lights from passing vehicles roll over the room, the glare catching the metal plating of her guitar…

It has been a standard evening so far, as coffee-house singer-songwriter sessions go. A folk duo has played a few by-the-book ballads. People are talking quietly. But when Baker takes the mic - her guitar affixed to her tiny frame with a rainbow strap - the atmosphere of the place changes. It's hard to say what exactly does it. Baker is five feet tall and looks, by her own admission, to be about 12 years old, though she turned 20 in September. She wears an unremarkable blue jacket and gray t-shirt, a look she has described in interviews as "level-one RuneScape clothes." She's up there alone.

Baker begins her set with a single guitar note, held for a long moment before she begins, in a quiet and urgent alto "Do you think that there's a way this could ever get too far?" - covering the question with reverb before abandoning it. "I know I saw your hand," she continues, "when I went out and wrapped my car around the streetlamp." She pronounces streetlamp sweetly, drawing it out, the way you'd fixate on something you loved.

The lyric is a reference to the time, when Baker was 17, that she drove her car off the road, shattering the windshield enough so that she was unable to see as a 25-foot-tall light pole crashed towards her. The concrete post split Baker's car cleanly in two but somehow left her entirely untouched.

"Blacktop" - which will be the first track on her debut solo album, due out October 23rd - is a lonely song, maybe her loneliest, though it has some strong competition. When she asks, in the next verse, that some intervening divine, the same that saved her life, come visit me in the back of an ambulance," it is with the longing of something barely missed, rather than any certainty in her good fortune.

The feel at Otherlands, as Baker earnestly continues her set, gives definition to the phrase, "you could hear a pin drop." If people were not paying attention before, they are now. Previously unremarkable environmental details - the rain outside and the hush of the room - seem pulled into Baker, collapsed into her intimate, pining music.

If VH1 ever makes a Behind the Music: Julien Baker, it will play out something like this: A small girl with a big voice grows up in the far suburbs of Memphis. She works a night shift through high school, spends her free time hanging out at the skatepark; she smokes cigarettes, plays hymns at her small church, and figures out an electric guitar in her dad's living room. She forms a punk band with her friends. They call themselves "The Star Killers" and play all-ages shows in community centers and neighborhood pool houses. She gets a girlfriend, gets into drinking, gets some dumb tattoos. Starts touring when she isn't in school. Applies herself. Makes it to state college, where she records a lonely record. The record is really good. People hear the record, share the record, and she gets signed. What's next is history.

At least, it seems like that will be the case, if recent articles comparing Baker and her forthcoming solo album to Rilo Kiley or Natalie Prass and calling her music "equal parts agony and burgeoning wisdom" (NPR), "crushing" (Stereogum), "wise" (Vulture)," a study in contradiction, both fragile and steely at the same time"

Morgan Jon Fox, the Memphis filmmaker, describes hearing Baker's music for the first time this way: "This very gentle young woman stepped up and started playing these songs, and it was one of these moments in life that genuinely felt golden, when you see something that is so special, and so fragile, that is just on the precipice of taking off."

Fox went on to use selections from Baker's forthcoming album throughout his most recent project, a miniseries called Feral, and cites it as perhaps his foremost influence for the project. "I got obsessed with it," he says. "I listened to it while I was writing and in the car while I was finding locations. It's lyrically just very wise beyond her years."

It is easy to talk about the precocity of Baker's music, since she is young, but just talking about the precocity makes it seem as if Baker is a 5-year-old playing sonatas to an auditorium. The image doesn't convey how moving songs like "Blacktop" or "Go Home" ("The side of the road in a ditch when you find me," sings Baker, "... more whiskey than blood in my veins") are, and how Baker's particular talents are as much emotional as they are technical.

"I've never really encountered somebody who has the ability to resonate so broadly with their songs," says Sean Rhorer, whose label, 6131 Records, will release Baker's debut. "I posted about it on Facebook, and my mom responded to it," he laughs. "But then, dudes in punk bands who are associated with us are all about it as well. For me personally, it's like I've listened to a song of hers 200 times and on the 200th time I am just in my car weeping. She has that ability."

Pending release of "Sprained Ankle" in the next week, Baker is doing what she usually does: going to class at Middle Tennessee State University, where she is studying to be an English teacher. She started school as a recording engineering major, but quit the program after a professor told her that if he was going to teach the class one thing, it would be to "take their passion and monetize it.”

"I guess I just believe in the lyceum model of education," she told me when we met in Murfreesboro on a weekend in early September. "I think you should educate to build your intellect, not to make money?"

In the past few months, Baker has flown to Los Angeles to shoot a music video and to Richmond, Virginia, to record at Matthew E. White's Spacebomb Studios, the same studio that produced Natalie Prass' debut album. She's been on the radio, toured to New York, and played around 20 shows, both as Forrister and as Julien Baker. She's currently keeping it together by drinking copious amounts of what she calls "AA-meeting coffee", meaning the strong stuff (Baker is now sober by choice). When we met, I noticed that her hands were marked up with scribbled English assignments and Sharpied X's for being underage from the two gigs she'd played in Memphis that week, driving the four hours back to MTSU in the early hours of the morning.

A year and a half ago, if you'd asked Baker whether she'd be trying to balance a burgeoning career and travel schedule with her schoolwork, she would have looked at you like you were crazy. The songs that make up her album were recorded as a one-off, a side project while she was away from her band. She illustrated the album cover and released it for free on Bandcamp. She didn't think much of it. "Whatever happened with it, I was like, oh, cool," Baker says.

People quickly started to share the album, including a video version of her song, "Something" - shot in a Memphis parking garage by local filmmaker Breezy Lucia - but it wasn't until Rhorer and 6131 contacted her about a three-record deal that she realized what was happening. On her new label's advice, she took the record down from Bandcamp until it could be mastered and formally released.

A favorite mantra of Baker's comes from the high school days she spent around D.I.Y. house venue and record label, Smith7. "Let's all fail together," she repeated, as we drove around Murfreesboro. "At least we'll have each other."

The Smith7 shows were put on exclusively as benefits for charity; records produced without hope of material recompense. "We called it investing in people," says Brian Vernon, the founder and backbone of the lab which has produced locally-familiar bands like Wicker, The Holiday, and Nights Like These.

It was a scene that taught Baker to be wary of the music industry that can, as she phrases it, "put best things to meanest use." (A quote from Paradise Lost: "O little knows / Any, but God alone, to value right / The good before him, but perverts best things / to worst abuse, or to their meanest use.")

But Baker is quick to acknowledge how fortunate she is at the moment; how, not that long ago, even this starter level of success seemed a distant hope. "Being able to support yourself with your art - that's the dream, you know?" Baker mused. She sounds both hesitant and excited. "It sunk in for me when I was able to hand my roommate utility and rent [money]. I was like, 'Wow, that's real."

At Otherlands, Baker introduces herself this way: "I'm Julien, and I don't mean to bum you out. That's just the kind of songs I write." She smiles and pushes back her messy blonde hair from her face, a tic. "You know, you sing about it, and you exorcise it."

A guess at why the 20-year-old's songs are so broadly resonant: They all take place at a familiar, perhaps universal moment of surrender. People connect with it. Her surrender is manifold - laid at the feet of the audience, an ex-girlfriend who left her in a parking lot ("I should have said something," sings Baker, "but I couldn't find something to say"), the friend who once picked her up as a teenager, drunk and lost, from the side of a highway, or an invisible God. She always starts slow, voice drawn out over echoey guitar. As the song builds, she allows for considerable tension, enough space left between verses that you think she might turn away or give up at any time.

But then there always is a moment, about halfway through, where it's as if she makes an unannounced decision that this one is all or nothing, and suddenly she is pure energy. When you see her perform, I swear there is a point when she opens her mouth - I mean really opens it - and she appears to grow three sizes. "Like one of those little styrofoam things you put in water and then they get huge," Morgan Jon Fox laughingly agrees. This shift is her simultaneous will-to-power and an invocation for the listeners to join her. She is no longer suffering alone.

The lyrical loneliness is variously romantic and existential, sometimes within the same breath. Baker, who says she "played the worship circuit" in high school, makes music about God, but is not a Christian musician, to the extent that Christian music is a well-defined and (in my heretical opinion) musically underwhelming genre. There are Christian music labels and Christian music festivals, and Baker is not a part of that scene, though she likes Underoath and Pedro the Lion and Manchester Orchestra - bands that have, more or less explicitly, copped to their love of Jesus. She was devastated when Mike Reynolds, the guitarist for Christian metalcore unit For Today, took to Twitter and declared, "There's no such thing as a gay Christian."

"Sometimes, I haven't played that song," she told me, referring to "Rejoice", a tour-de-force and one of the best tracks on the forthcoming album, "because I felt I needed to hide a part of myself in order to not be made fun of." "Rejoice" begins with Baker wandering around her neighborhood: "Jumping the fence, veins all black. Sleep on a bench in the parking lot." Her voice is low, almost gravelly. "Birthday," she intones. "Call the blue lights. Curse your name when I find I'm still awake." She continues, emphatic, underwhelmed: “choking on smoke, singing your praise" and, without much conviction, "but I think there's a God, and he hears either way. I rejoice. And complain. I never know what to say."

And then she backs up and basically shouts, as desperate as anything else: "I rejoice ... But then why did you let them leave and then make me stay?" Her voice would break if it weren't so strong.

The thing about it, the thing that gets me - despite the fact that I haven't lifted up anybody's holy name since I was in middle school and assigning sexier worship lyrics onto particularly handsome church camp counselors - is that, per Julien Baker, this shit is real as it gets. There is no pretense, no particular evangelism, just the barefaced results of a young woman who is searching. I don't think you have to believe in anything, or come from any specific background, to respect the search, even to feel it deeply.

If there's a mythos to suburban teens - especially punk kids from the suburbs, who, like Baker, grew up hanging out at indoor skateparks and smoking in big box parking lots - it is that they are bored. See: the Arcade Fire anthem "The Suburbs," the chorus to which rejoinders, "We were already bored. We were already, already bored." There's an attendant feel - a beautiful and washed-out-in-a-basement-romance-while-smoking-weed-in-the-summertime sort of thing.

Baker does not seem bored or washed-out. Like her music, she comes off notably uncynical and deeply interested in other people's music, in workers' justice (she uses her fluent Spanish to volunteer for an organization that assists immigrant laborers), in literature, in elementary education, in big questions.

"Why," she asked me offhandedly in the middle of a conversation about Faust, a leaf-eared copy of which she keeps in her room next to a hot-pink record player, "were German writers so interested in water suicide?"

For Baker, making her music and trying to fix bad things in the world are inseparable ideas, though there is no particular proselytizing in her lyrics or sound. It is more about the hows and wheres and whos of the process. She's a proud product of the Memphis grassroots, of the idea that you make things with your friends and do it for someone besides yourself.

And if she has a central fear about the recent attention her music has been getting, it is that she'll have to change the way she makes music, that she won't get to spend as much time writing with her band or crafting her own songs in basic anonymity.

"When you are in The Star Killers," she says, "you have the liberty to do whatever you want, musically. The biggest fear is getting what you want and having it not be what you really want."

But at Otherlands, surrounded by a crowd that the young musician has effortlessly transfixed, it's clear that any apprehension on Baker's part won't stop people from listening. Whatever she is putting out there, people who hear it are picking up on it.

As she finishes her set, Baker seems confident, ready, and, yes, somehow wise beyond her years. Most of all, it seems clear that she's doing precisely what she was born to do.

"When I have these great opportunities," she says, "I have to remember they are transient. But when it comes down to it, this is the only thing that makes sense to me."

(x)

[missnancywritesfanfic]

Music Festival Ft. Anemo Boys

Characters: Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Wanderer(Scaramouche), Aether

Contains: Modern AU, extreme fluff, drug use(kazuha), suggestive(wanderer)

A/N: I'm glad the first was so well recieved, good news I have another! Enjoy 💗

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VENTI - Somehow Got On Stage

At first, you thought you'd lost him in the middle of a mosh pit. You're turned around more times than you could count and trying to find his vibrant aqua braids in a sea of neon is hard. This is until you hear the speakers boom.

"Hellooooo Mondstadt!"

Your attention is pulled back to the stage where you see him, front and centre with the mic in his hand. Your jaw drops at the sight.

Even from this distance, you can see his cheeks are flushed. He's clearly drunk. How did he get on stage? How was he allowed on the stage??

"This song's dedicated to the love of my life!" Venti points down to the mosh you're wrapped in, you swear his eyes lock with yours. "I love you, baby!"

Your face flushes, your heart flutters. It's not just the heat of the crowd effecting your anymore. Tears spring from your eyes as you yell back with a huge grin.

"I love you too!"

XIAO - Chilling On The Beach

You both sit on the sand, letting the waves touch your feet. You lean against his shoulder, silently playing a conch shell you found earlier.

You'd agreed to join your friends at this concert but unfortunately, it was rather overstimulating for Xiao so you decided to bring him on a walk.

The concert is still in full swing a ways from you. The cheering of the crowd and the live music echoes on for what felt like forever.

You look back to Xiao who's focus is glued to the ocean waves. It's a rare sight to see him so tranquil. You swear you can see the faintest smile on his lips as he plays with the sensation of sand between his toes.

His focus breaks when you silently hand him the conch, and gesture for him to hold it to his ear.

He does so, confused at first, but then his eyes go wide at the music he hears inside. His cheeks are dusted pink, bewildered at the sound, but his eyes glow a little more.

You gave him sounds of the sea to help drown out the screams of the crowd.

KAZUHA - Getting High With Strangers

Gatherings like this are nothing new to him, he finds it to be the best way to relax and connect with others. And you decide to join him.

Whether you yourself get high or not, you both sit around a bonfire with a bunch of people you'd just met from all walks of life. Party animals, first timers, 9-to-5 workers getting their first day off in forever.

And you two, the young lovers, cuddled up against one another as the sun's setting and the concert is mellowing out.

Kazuha keeps an arm wrapped around you, to shield you from the cold and partially to keep himself grounded. The entire time he listened to the shared conversation buzzing from one topic to another.

But he can't help focusing on the warmth you emanate. Maybe it was wrong to assume you needed protection from the cold night, when you produce enough heat for the both of you.

"Kazuha?"

He hums and opens his eyes, not realizing he's dosing off and leans his head on yours. You chuckle softly and brush a strand of hair from his face.

"I was just telling them about the poetry nights."

"Ah, yes, a wonderful event. My little bird creates such beautiful haikus."

Your face flushes at his praise.

"I meant your own poems, babe..."

HEIZOU - Slow Dancing With You

He can't help himself. Especially when it's you.

You just look so beautiful he has to hold you and sway to the music playing. And you melt right into his hold and let him guide your moves.

You remember this song. It was playing when you two went on your first date. Not quite the same atmosphere, definitely a unique first encounter, but thinking back makes you happy you stuck by him.

After a tough case, you offered your company and took him out for fast food and light chat. It was nothing special. You just wanted to see him smile, even if it were for a short time.

There was a car nearby with its windows rolled down, and the radio was blasting, at the height of summertime. You remember clearly the chipper tone you carried.

"Aaah, I love this song~"

Heizou turns you around so he can lie his head in the crook of your neck. You happily placed your arms around him and press a kiss into his hair.

You jump at the butterfly kisses he starts leaving on your neck.

"Heizou, there are people around us..!"

He snickers and keeps decorating your skin with kisses.

WANDERER - Making Out In The Car

Your favorite song is playing, and you're blindly searching for your phone that's buzzing on the car floor. But you nearly miss it while locking lips with your (very greedy) partner. You finally manage to catch your breath and pick it up, weakly hitting his shoulder, hoping he'll slow down on kissing your neck.

Your friends are calling, but before you can answer he takes the phone from you.

"Ah-" You whine and try to steal it back. You can barely concentrate with his hands feeling you up underneath your shirt. "Th-They're calling, I need to-" You wince as he sucks along your collarbone.

"They can wait."

He suddenly pulls you flush against his chest as he sits up, his lips still teasing your vulnerable neck. You wrap your arms around him.

"Did you want to stop?"

You shake your head and take a breath, relaxing into his touch and embracing his kisses. "Good." He turns you around and lays you down, the hand under your shirt trailing up your thigh and kindly guiding your legs to wrap around his waist.

You find yourself unable to breath again. He presses his forehead to yours, looking you in the eyes. You swear he can hear your heartbeat right now.

"Now quit your yapping and let me work."

AETHER - Checking Out Food Booths

Over seasoned meat. Fried rice. Hot dogs. Burgers. Alcohol. Soda. Ice cream. Squid. Pita pockets.

If there's one thing that Aether and Paimon are excited for outside of seeing their friends performing at this festival, it's all the food booths that'd be set up for the attendees.

He takes your hand and brings you to every single booth, he insists that you try at least one of each dish offered.

This was also the first time you'd have the opportunity to meet a bunch of his acquaintances from his travels. Unlike Aether, who had work that took him world wide, you stayed local.

Watching your boyfriend interact with so many people, and see him speak a multitude of languages on the fly is definitely a sight to behold.

You'd be lying if you said your heart didn't flutter at the sight. Just when you think he couldn't get anymore attractive.

"Hey (Name), check it out!"

You blink. He suddenly appears in front of you holding three tri-color dango sticks and a huge grin on his face.

"On the house, just for us~"

You giggle and happily take one from him. You plant a kiss on his lips as thanks.

Bless his heart. He's too cute sometimes.

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Meghan, thy name is PATHETIC!

These two numpties truly think they have outsmarted the world. Normal people don't repeatedly attempt to fool the world into thinking they are "whip smart" or accomplished by regurgitating childhood and adolescent fantasies. Meghan and Harry are clearly mentally deficient individuals with massive amounts of resources to serve as global court jesters.

During a festival that had absolutely NOTHING to do with the Temu Royal Snowcation 🌨 ❄ Tour, these idiots dashed on the stage to CYA after MegaLiar's poor performance as the "FLUENT duchess" who couldn't be bothered to memorize the pronunciation of their host's proper title: /bee-seh-preh-see-dehn-teh/ but the whip smart MegaLiar referred to her new amiga as /v-ICE / 😬🤦‍♀️

Sparry who has a hot & heavy bromance with Argentinean polo player named Nacho pretended that he was too dumb to say a simple thank you and good night to the crowd. He enlisted the help of his soap actress wife (who snatched the mic) for the Spanish "translation" as if the croud was too dumb to translate the simple English phrase for themselves.

Who is going to tell these idiots that even if she is the bilingual Duchess (which she's not) it would NOT make her special. You'd think the woman could speak Mandarin. 🥴

How pathetic 🤑

MegaLiar's need to overwhelm the internet with a lie about her being bilingual is just another reminder that this woman is a 1 trick pony with 1 ADULT accomplishment: sex with a drug addled brained prince. Sex with a dumb prince. Truly Pathetic.

What is Meghan Markle so desperate to Cover Up for the past 20 years? She literally flunked out of the state department before she could even get her foot in the door, yet she is constantly pushing & promoting "Argentina." She was humiliated into "relocating" to Madrid until her graduation ceremonies. Makes me wonder whether or not those sugarbaby rumors are true?

If she worked in Argentina "early in her career," then why is Meg pictured on the set of General Hospital so she could gain the necessary credentials to work Hollyweird?

She's also pictured with another liar, her BFF Lindsay Roth Jordan, on the day they both graduated from Northwestern as "candidates for degrees in Communications."

The Daily Mail:

Newlywed and newly employed on Season 1 of Suits, and during promo for Season 2 she drops the lie about Argentina. Makes you wonder what else was happening in Argentina.

2011 and Just Married to Trevor Engleson. Finally she booked her 1st TV series, and she's visibly embarrassed by 1 innocent question. She opted to lie. She reached all the way back to ten (10)+ years ago instead of simply saying, "...5 years ago I was looking for work." What are you hiding Megsy?🤔

She couldn't believe the question, "...what was I doing five (5) years ago?" She was embarrassed by 34 episodes as Season 2 Deal or No Deal model # 24 (2006-2007) would have been 8ish years ago so tell the truth Meg.

July 12th 2013 Promotion for one of her blog affiliates "Birchbox" just prior to dumping Trevor. "If I wasn't acting I would most likely be working in politics have a career in politics. I had been working at the US Embassy in Argentina and was certain I'd get into a career in foreign service much like my character Rachel it was really tough for me to pass the foreign service exam, Rachel had trouble passing the LSATs, end up coming back to LA for a break and a friend of mine from college had given a manager a student film that I did, he called me the next day and was like you know what, I think you should be acting. So if you're constantly just on your A game and you're ready for when that moment arises that's when things can take off in a much bigger way. Success is reachable."

She wrote this for Birchbox: "USA's SUITS is one of our top summer TV shows—not least for its awesome female characters. While the guys of Pearson may rule the roost, it's the ladies who steal the show. Case in point: the whip-smart Rachel Zane, played by Meghan Markle. We sat down with Markle to find out about her foodie favorites, her background in Foreign Service, and the one beauty product..."

More lies on the red carpet

Mid Season 2 Promo at The Paley Center for Media Jan 14th 2013

"And I read that you were never originally going to go into acting!?"

Lies: "no I was gonna do politics...I grew up in LA so I grew up in this industry and obviously loved entertainment, my father's a lighting director I just always wanted to do something different and working in politics was exciting for me but I'm saying as we were driving up 2 blocks down the street is paper source. I used to teach gift wrapping classes there. I used to teach calligraphy classes there and so to be here tonight and to see that contrast happen in my life from an auditioning actress just trying to make it work to pilot after pilot to have one that's going into 3rd season with fans who are so supportive I mean I couldn't be more grateful. It's really amazing."

Almost 8 years later and she's on Craig Ferguson's show to promote Suits and still lying about her education and Argentina. Why?

I've always thought it was interesting that Meghan and Sparry were in Argentina around the same time, and of course Diana was there in 1995.

"On 23 November 1995, Diana, Princess of Wales arrived in Argentina to begin a historic, four-day visit to the South American country. While not an official state visit, the trip was undertaken by Diana in her newly-defined role as goodwill ambassador for Britain. The visit, which was the Princess of Wales' first international engagement since her controversial Panorama interview, was seen as an important step in the warming of relations between the UK and Argentina, the countries having fought one another in the Falklands War of 1982 and resumed diplomatic relations in 1990. The footage featured in this edit covers the full four days of Princess Diana's visit, including her famous meeting with Argentine president Carlos Menem, her visits to a number of charities and hospitals in Buenos Aires, whale-watching in Argentine Patagonia, and attending a charity gala banquet."

Prince Harry cuts short visit to Argentina.

Thursday, November 25th 2004 

Twenty year old Prince Harry flew back to London from Buenos Aires Thursday afternoon after the Argentine press revealed he had become a “head ache” for those responsible for his security.

Apparently the Prince was scheduled to return next week but Buckingham Palace decided to anticipate the date given the adverse press coverage he was receiving during his alleged "night incursions" to local pubs and discos.

Although British Airways desk said any information relating to Prince Harry was "confidential", from early hours the reinforcement of security measures in Ezeiza's airport was evident.

Local reports indicate Prince Harry boarded the plane in good humour.

The second son of the Prince of Wales arrived in Argentina November 12 and was staying in estancia "El Remanso" close to the town of Lobos in the province of Buenos Aires belonging to some British friends, where supposedly he was to take polo classes and rest before returning to England for Christmas and Sandhurst military academy next January.

However his sport activities in Argentina were known to be limited since the prince had an injured knee from a recent rugby match.

Mayor of Lobos, Gustavo Sobrero minimized the press versions about Prince Harry's behaviour, particularly last Wednesday early morning when shots were heard in a nearby farm which forced a quick security response in the area.

"This visit hasn't altered normal life in the area. Besides it is quiet common during the hunting season to hear shots", said Mr. Sobrero.

As to Prince Harry's alleged night escapades to town pubs Mr. Sobrero indicated that "as far as we are concerned we haven't been informed".

According to Buenos Aires daily "Página 12" on his return from town partying Prince Harry was in quite "bad condition" given his "uncontrolled consumption of alcohol".

[fungusqueen]

Wanted to share this video I recorded and saved on my snapchat from Chappell Roan's March 2023 show in Los Angeles. This was my first Chappell show! At the time, none of my friends listened to her and I couldn't find a soul to go with me on a weeknight, so I got myself one ticket and went to the show by myself. Looking back, I can't believe I'm so close to the stage...I should have and could have definitely gotten closer. This was already a pretty big crowd, but her shows will definitely never be this small again. I was at her November show as well and both of those shows will always be a special memory. The mic drop (mic throw) moment is so funny to me and I haven't seen any other video of it anywhere else so I wanted to share. If you have a fan account and would like me to send it to you, I can

[3d-wifey]

And They'd Find Us In A Week - Chapter 7

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader Word Count: 4.2k Synopsis: Here! Playlist: Listen up! A/N: Thank you for waiting so patiently, Finnick girls! I was able to post this one in its entirety. Extra trigger warning for this one. It's the saddest chapter yet. Don't be scared to click the embedded links, you might get an auditory surprise (Ai voice cloning works wonders)

Past (vii) - You & Finnick

[19 & 20] - THE CAPITOL

You adjust and try to get comfortable on the white chair, but it’s just as unbearable as the last time you were here. You cross and uncross your ankles, pinching the skin between your thumb and forefinger—anything and everything you can to calm down. 

You hate interviews. You’ve always hated interviews. The inane questions, the pandering, the audience hanging on to your every word with ‘oooh’s and ‘ahhh’s. It’s all so fake, so Capitol, but that doesn’t matter to any of them, does it? It’s degrading, alienating. 

A calloused hand grabs yours and squeezes it briefly.

Not too alienating. You have this, at least. You have Finnick.

In the beginning, when you first met, the way he could read you was unnerving. You’ve encountered many people in your life, and you’ve never connected with anyone as seamlessly as you did with Finnick. It’s an incredible feeling to be known so thoroughly, if not a little overwhelming. You like to think you know him just as well.

He leans in to bridge the gap between your two chairs, and you mirror him.

“Just breathe and endure, right? Only way out is through.” He soothes. Your lungs feel cool with the breath you take and your hand is warm under Finnick’s. That’s what you focus on, not the three cameras pointed at you or the sea of people soon to be watching you.

“Breathe and endure.” You nod. “Aren't you worried someone will get the wrong idea?” You ask in a hushed tone, a little worried that the mics on your shirts will pick up what you're saying, but not bothering to separate your hands.

"It's not really the wrong idea," he points out, and you roll your eyes. "Besides, he’s the only one it would matter to." He nods over your shoulder to Caesar, who’s looking especially orange today. He's too busy getting his face powdered to notice anything happening with his guests. And it’s not like the audience can see you yet.

This isn’t your first interview, but it is your first one with Finnick. You’ve done photoshoots together, movie premieres, after-parties, and more. But this is a first. 

They have him in the closest thing to a suit that he’ll tolerate, and his blond hair is artfully coiffed. You miss how it falls naturally, and you’re sure he feels the same. The makeup they put on you makes you feel like a mannequin. Stiff and shiny, just the way they like you.

The cameramen give the signal, and everyone who shouldn’t be on stage rushes off. You sit up straight, and Finnick lets go of your hand, leaning back in his seat.

“In five, four, three, two…”

You try not to squint when the stage lights come on. Caesar waves to the cheering crowd, a plastic smile on display.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I thank you for joining us tonight. We have two very special guests.” Caesar claps along with them. “Mhm, mhm, very exciting. They need no introduction. We have two of Panem’s youngest and hottest victors!” You and Finnick smile and greet the masses like you were trained to. You wave your hand open and closed, and Finnick doesn’t wave at all, instead nodding to the crowd. 

“Now,” he starts, then waits for the yelling to simmer down, “I’ll go ahead and ask what’s on everyone’s mind. You two are highly sought after. Finnick, is there any romance on the horizon that’ll break these good people’s hearts?” Of course, he’d direct that question at Finnick. The people are incredibly possessive. Just as Finnick told you, you’re their pet. He can drop the ruse right now and admit that he and you have been dating for longer than you were even aware of, but the two of you have been doing this job for so long that you’re sure Snow would just market you together.

“I’ve—” cheering cuts Finnick off before he can even start, “Heh, I’ve had the opportunity to spend time with so many extraordinary people, so who knows? Maybe I’ve already met the love of my life.” He artfully dances around the question, yet the room explodes into whooping and clapping. Jesus, is there anything they won’t cheer for? You’d compare them to children, but that would be an insult to the kids.

“Wonderfully said. Well, ladies and gentlemen, I think it’s safe to say these two are still on the market. Hahaha!” The crowd titters and giggles along with him.

The conversation shifts from relationships and hobbies to parents, a sore subject for both you and Finnick.

Caesar turns to you, and you stiffen at the attention being redirected at you but force yourself to relax just as fast.

“We had the chance to interview your mother before and during your games, but not your father.” He doesn’t ask a question outright, but you understand what he wants you to answer. What a pitiful beast you are. What else about you can we feel sorry for?

”Sadly, my dad,” was executed, made into an example. Hung in the square while everyone was forced to watch, “passed. When I was young.” 

“Very sad, very sad indeed,” he pouts at you and then at the audience. The room fills with sympathetic murmurs that make your eye twitch. You don’t need their pity. Pity won’t bring him back. Pity won’t stop it from happening to someone else. If they used that same pity to stop injustices before they happened, then maybe these people would actually be worth a damn. “Alright, let’s get into some games, huh? Yeah!”

Soon, the interview is over, and Caesar ushers in the next segment of his show. You and Finnick are given the rest of the night to yourselves. It’s not even thirty minutes later when Snow calls you to his office, and it feels a lot like the first time. It usually isn’t like this. You would come in, get your assignment, and leave—sometimes with multiple client cards for different times of the day. Regardless, Snow didn’t typically schedule meetings after you’ve done an interview or a photo shoot.

But now, you sit before him, and he looks at you with the same smile he wore when he took you past the point of no return.

A clock ticks ominously behind you, probably a new fixture. It bluntly cuts the silence. You would have noticed that before. You think.

“My colleagues speak very highly of you.” He pulls a white handkerchief up to his mouth and coughs into it. It’s a wet, violent hacking that rocks him in his seat. It must hurt, and you know without a doubt that the white of the fabric is blood red now. Good. Hopefully, he’ll cough up a lung soon enough. He dabs at his mouth before pulling it back to his lap, almost like he’s hiding it. “You should be proud of yourself. I certainly am.”

“Thank you, sir.” Your reply is at a level just above a whisper. The tendon in your neck pulses, spasming irritability.

“You’ve come a long way,” he clears his throat, “from the girl you were four years ago.” He gestures for you to stand and you do on numb legs. You want to be relieved that you’re a step closer to getting out of here, but there’s a reason you aren’t an optimistic person. And that reason sits directly before you. 

“I can see you’re getting restless. I assure you, dear, you’ll be free to leave as soon as you finish your assignment.” Free to leave? Leave the Capitol? You haven’t even been given an assignment yet.

“My…my assignment?” 

“Come now.” His smile stretches across his face like a coyote’s, though it’s twice as sharp. You bite at the skin of your peeling bottom lip. “You’re a smart girl. You should be able to infer what’s happening without my telling you.” You do. You had just hoped you misunderstood, that you were being overly paranoid. After all, you have an intimate relationship with hunger, and not just your own. You’ve seen that look before more times than you can count. On the faces of particularly crooked Peacekeepers, handsy landowners, and ‘well-meaning’ teachers. And now you see it again on the face of your President.

They all have something in common: they thought they were above you and your savagery. They thought you were some animal, that you should feel lucky that they even looked your way.

So distinguished, so self-important, and yet, they lust after an animal like you? And you’re supposed to be the savage one? You wish you could enjoy the irony.

Wordlessly, you walk around the desk to stand before him. You’ve never been this close to him before, and now you know why.

There’s a smell emitting from him. A smell you’ve only smelt in rotting animals: decay. The rose in his pocket and the roses around the room can only cover so much. It’s the poison; it has to be. All the poison he drank while getting rid of his political rivals has finally come back to reap its judgment. He’s decomposing from the inside out. The consequence of having so much power, it seems. 

It doesn’t matter how much makeup or what kind of dress you put on a pig. At the end of the day, it’s still a dirty, stinking pig. You just hope that when the day comes, you’ll be around to see this pig get gutted.

-

Caesar’s interview ended over two hours ago, and Finnick has been waiting for you just as long. You were both heading back to the Marquis when you were intercepted by an Avox with a letter addressed to you from Snow. It was brief and vague and you promised to meet back up with him in his room within the hour.

He’s getting worried. 

You might’ve fallen asleep or got into the shower. It can’t hurt to check on you, though, right? Or, at least, he thinks so until he gets to your door. Your door, which is wide open.

“Star!” He calls, but it’s dead silent. He walks in and presses the button to close the door behind him. It’s pitch black. The only reason he hasn’t tripped is the moonlight spilling in from the opened balcony door.

The balcony was the first place you thought to go after leaving that office. You straddle the railing, your right foot dangling limply off the side. Nothing restraining it. Nothing to hold you back.

From this high up you can hardly hear yourself think, finally. But barely, just barely, you can make out Finnick’s voice. You’ll always be able to recognize that voice. The sound is almost as much of a part of you as it is of him.

“What’re you doing, Star?” He doesn’t yell; he doesn’t want to scare you off the ledge.

“I think it'll feel like flying. Before—” You look down to the street below you. It's so far down you can barely see it. It’s so strange how minuscule something big can look from this high up, all of your problems turned into the size of ants. “I’d like that. To fly, just for a second.”

“Fly, huh?” He edges towards you, “Why, uh, why would you wanna fly?

“Snow requested my company.” He sucks in a harsh breath. Did he hear you wrong? No, what you said is crystal clear. And what Snow’s done is even clearer.

It’s a warm night, but Finnick has gone cold. He doesn’t have the time to think about that, nor the emotional capacity to juggle his bubbling hatred for Snow with everything he’s feeling for you right now. He steps closer.

“You know, in Eleven, we return our dead to nature, to the forests. Is it the same in Four?”

He shakes his head, eyes fixed on your neatly placed high heels. “We, uh, we do ocean funerals. The friends and family boat out to sea and spread the ashes in the water.” It’s quiet between you. Finnick bites into the meat of his cheek with sharp teeth. He tastes blood.

“You ever wonder where you’ll go after you die, Finnick?” 

"No." 

”Some people think your soul leaves your body and you go somewhere else, or it all just cuts to black.” Not that it matters much to you. Just about anything would be better than this. “But do you know what I think?”

“No. No, Star, what do you think?” You’ve let him get close enough that he could pull you down if he’s fast enough. But you’re faster than him. All you have to do is let go and—and that’s it. He needs to talk you down. That’s the only option here. There will be no other outcome.

“I think when you die, you become a real star. That’s why there’s so many of them.” That’s what your dad used to tell you. That he’d watch over you in the sky. He must be so disappointed to see his daughter so beaten down. The same daughter he hammered ideals of honor and direct action in the name of justice into just for you to turn tail and run. “What about you, Finnick? Where do you think I’ll go?” 

You lift your left leg as if you’re going to turn. Finnick’s heart stops, and he doesn’t think it’ll ever beat the same.

“I don’t—I don’t know. Why don’t we talk about that inside, yeah?” His voice cracks as he tries to persuade you down.

“But we always talk on the balcony.” You look up to the sky, and Finnick watches you stare at the moon with so much yearning it hurts.

“Please, just…just come down, Star. Please?”

You look over to Finnick and pause. His normally tan skin is pale, hands shaking as they’re held out to you like he wants to grab you. His chest heaves with the strength of his heavy breaths, and his glossy eyes move over you rapidly. You’ve never seen him look like that before. You’ve never seen him look so scared. He’s petrified.  

You hadn’t meant to worry him. You just—you don’t know what you were trying to do. But you did that.

Finnick doesn’t know what he must look like to shake you out of this trance, but he thanks whoever the hell is watching over him that it did. He waits for both of your feet to touch the ground to touch you. The tips of his fingers faintly brush your arm, your chilled skin, before he grabs you. His legs give out from under him, and he brings you to the ground with him. 

You’re whole and solid in his grip. You’re safe. God, you’re safe.

“You’re shaking, Finn,” he tightens his grip on you until you’re practically sitting sideways in his lap. Your ear is pressed to his heaving chest as he rocks you both. You can hear how fast his heart is pounding with each shuddering breath. You were wrong before. How could anywhere be better than here when 'here' has Finnick? “I’m sorry. I didn’t—I’m so sorry.”

“S’okay. You don’t have to apologize, sweetheart. We’re okay .” His fervent reassurances are the only thing staunching your tears. 

“’M not letting you go,” he mumbles into your hair. Good, you think. You don’t want him to. You’re sure you’d fall apart if he wasn’t holding you together so tightly. “I won’t.” The wind howls past your ears, a sudden chill nipping at any exposed skin. You’re both shaking, but not just from the adrenaline.

You dig blunted nails into the bicep of his left arm crossed over your chest. His grip has to be hurting you, but he can’t loosen it. If he does, what if you slip away? He won’t be able to catch you again. He can feel his heartbeat in his teeth. He doesn’t know what he would have done if he hadn’t got to you in time if you hadn’t agreed to come down, he–he would’ve—

“Okay,” you say, wrapping a trembling arm around his waist, and his jaw aches from clenching it so hard. "Okay."

Neither of you speaks. Which is fine. There’s no space for words between your bodies anyway.

Present (VII) – Finnick

[23 & 24] - TRAINING CENTER

Snow pulled no punches when it came to keeping you two apart. He even went as far as to never put the two of you in the Capitol at the same time.

Excessive but smart. The Chariot Rides were a true test of restraint. You were beautiful and alluring and you were cold like he thought you would be—like you have every right to be. It still hurts to be treated like he was just another victor to you. It wasn’t that he thought you’d tell Katniss your entire history together, but…you couldn’t even look at him. Finnick could hardly hold himself back from going up to you, dropping to his knees, and begging for the forgiveness he knows he doesn’t deserve. He can’t imagine how he would have fared two years back. 

He’s barely managing now.

You and the trainer circle each other on the mat, dual sickles in your hands and a padded staff in his.

Finnick watches you from where he stands on his own mat. He’s never seen you fight before, not really. He’s seen your games, obviously, but they didn't involve much fighting and you mostly survived through stealth and sponsors.

Surprisingly, you make the first move. You slash downward toward his head. He blocks it with the staff, but it leaves his abdomen vulnerable. Something you’re smart enough to slice at. The trainer is lucky he’s padded. Otherwise, a hit like that would have eviscerated him.

You barely duck in time to avoid the staff from hitting your head and Finnick’s grip on the trident tightens. You duck to the ground and roll behind him, kicking at the back of his right leg. He falls to a knee, and you’re quick to put the blade to his neck from behind. The trainer taps out, and the pride that washes over Finnick is devastating.

“Catch any flies?”

“What?” He turns his head slowly, eyes still locked on you, before he tears them away to look at Johanna’s smirking face. He doesn’t like that smirk.

“Your mouth’s been open for a minute now.” She gestures vaguely at her own mouth, and his jaw clicks with how hard he closes it. How long has he been standing here? How long has she been watching him watch you? “She’s good.”

He could play dumb and act like he doesn’t know what she’s talking about, but why should he bother? For as long as Johanna has known him, she’s known him in conjunction with you. There’s no point in acting like that’s changed.

“She is.” Surprisingly so. You weren’t a fighter, at least, not like that. In the six years you were together, you never spoke about training or even having the desire to. He would have done it himself if you had asked him to, but he’s really glad you never did. “Who taught her?”

“Maybe you can ask her yourself. You know. Once you stop drooling.” His jaw ticks as he spins his trident in a circle over his arm. It’s times like this when it feels very likely she’s only his friend to get away with making fun of him. He isn’t drooling. He’s just—taken aback by your skill and agility and…

You sweep at the trainer’s ankle, and he tumbles to his back. You put your knee on his chest, blade to his neck, and he taps out again. Finnick swallows, but his mouth runs dry.

“Good luck.” She pats him on the back with far more force than necessary and walks off with an axe in hand. Probably on her way to traumatize a trainer.

Finnick keeps you in his field of vision while he trains by himself. Sweat drips down his back as he takes a cursory glance at the room. Johanna is doing just as he predicted she would, and the trainer is barely dodging her swings. Peeta, Brutus, and Chaff train together at the spear station while Katniss sticks with Beetee and Wiress. Nothing worth looking at twice.

What does get his attention is Mags. She’s heading straight to you, and he almost falls out of his stance. The two of you have only met in person once before, and Mags loves you. He can’t just walk up to you by himself. With Mags there, she’ll be his crutch. After all, it isn’t her that you hate.

He psychs himself up the entire thirty-one seconds it takes to stand before you. By the time he gets there, he catches the tail end of your conversation.

“—Chaff made us train as much as we could, so,” you shrug and gesture with your sickles, “I focused on these since I’m so familiar with them.” The splash of blue he’s expecting to spot above your right hand is missing. In fact, he doesn’t see the bracelet on either wrist. Does he even have the right to still wear his?

“Star.” The whisper is out of his mouth before he can stop it, and you freeze. You straighten your back the same way you used to before an interview and turn around. The smile you give him looks nothing short of performative like he’s Caesar Flickerman himself. It’s just a subtle upturn of your lips, and it hurts more than anything you could have said. 

“Finnick. I’m…glad—that we’re on the same side in this. We haven’t been allies in a long time.” Finnick wants to pretend you’re saying you’re happy to see him, happy that you’re doing this together. He knows better. Haymitch said it himself: Finnick is clever and a capable fighter. 

You nod to them both and turn on your heels before he can say anything. What is there to say? 

Mags hums comfortingly and rubs his arm as you walk away from the training mats. He bites the inside of his cheek.

“I’m alright, Mags.” He lies. He lifts the trident. “How about I teach you a few tricks, huh?”

Present (VII) – You

[23 & 24 ] - TRAINING CENTER

More people stay for lunch than you thought they would. Served in a spacious room attached to the gymnasium, lunch is the time people typically try to form alliances. You made none during your first games. Luckily, your allies have already been picked for you this time around. One drops down into the seat beside you, smelling just as sweaty as you probably do.

“You know the plan yet?” She asks, piling portions of ham and potatoes onto her plate.

“Johanna,” you scold. “Not so loud, please.”

“What? It’s not like I’m screaming anything from the rooftops.” She scoffs but thankfully lowers her voice. “Besides, if they’re listening in on anyone, it’s Princess and the Baker over there.” She nods to the end of the table where Peeta and Katniss sit with Beetee and Wiress, seemingly establishing an alliance already. How they’ve managed to win her over is a mystery to you.

You sigh, long and drawn out. You try to think of a way to phrase this. Last night, Haymitch told you that you and Johanna have the same task. You were planning on telling her later in a more secluded area, but you should have known Johanna isn’t one to wait patiently by. “We’ll be in charge of protecting Beetee and Wiress,” you say and then rush to cover. “Since we’ve already agreed to be allies and all.”

“Ugh, Nuts and Volts? Why?” She stabs the meat with her fork.

“Because they’re important.” You scowl, making sure she knows there isn’t any room for argument. You’re already taking a risk talking about this here. “That’s the main thing we have to focus on.”

“Hmm,” she grumbles. “What about loverboy? What’s he focusing on?” She asks, and you don’t need her to tell you who loverboy is. You peek across the table where Finnick sits next to Mags. 

“No clue.” You pick at the bread on your plate, grinding it into crumbs. The plan is on a need-to-know basis. If Haymitch didn’t tell you, then it’s not important to your part of the plan. “I just know we’ll need to find him and Mags at some point.”

“I saw you two looking pretty cozy earlier.” Her words are muffled around the food in her mouth, but not muffled enough that you can pretend you didn’t hear her. “Did you two kiss and make up, or what?”

You try not to let your eyes fall on Finnick, who has been glancing up at you and Johanna before looking away, but it’s where they naturally seem to go. You’ve been trying your best to avoid him. You didn’t need him to talk to you, and you honestly didn’t think he wanted to. If it’s because of some kind of fucked up sense of pity or guilt, you would have preferred him just ignoring you.

“No, it’s nothing as simple as that.” Your chair scrapes the floor as Finnick watches you stand. Your appetite is suddenly gone. “You can have the rest of my food.” You offer, and she’s quick to scrape your leftovers onto her plate. You’re used to not eating much anyway.

“When is it ever with you two?” She grumbles under her breath. Your hand clenches open and close beside you as you walk out. She’s right. You can’t remember a time it’s ever been simple with Finnick. 

Past (viii)

Dear Finn, 

If you ever fear the weight of my absence—close your eyes, take a breath, and feel me beside you. I’m still here.

-Faithfully,

Your Star.

[deancaspinefest]

Whatever Makes You Happy

Author: Rex_Writes | Artist: Kit Shay

Posting on Sunday March 24

An aspiring songwriter, Dean Winchester spends his days in the local coffee shop, which just happens to be run by the most gorgeous man he has ever seen, Castiel Novak. This gorgeous man becomes his muse, songs flow out of Dean’s pen with the speed of a rushing river. Unfortunately, just like getting his songs heard, Castiel is just another thing Dean can’t have. He’s had his heart broken by a straight guy before and he can’t go through that again. Thankfully, Dean meets Lee Webb who is an amazing singer, AND he’s actually /interested/ in Dean. Will Dean stay with the man who’s a sure thing or will he risk everything for whatever makes him happy?

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Dean took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart and steady his shaking fingers.

"Hey. You're gonna be great. They're gonna love you," Charlie said as she placed a reassuring hand on Dean’s shoulder.

"It's not them I'm worried about. It's him. What if he just thinks I'm some sort of…creep." Dean huffed softly and dropped his head to his chin. "This was a stupid idea, Charlie, I can't do this." Dean stood up from the stool he had been sitting on. "Charlie?" Charlie had disappeared, but Dean saw the curtains flutter close as he heard her voice over the speaker.

"Guys, gals, and non-binary pals, welcome to open mic night, or as I like to call it, Artist Validation Night. Our first performer is a little shy, so let's give a warm round of applause for Dean Winchester!"

The curtains on the mock stage in the coffee shop swooshed open and Dean was suddenly faced with too many familiar faces. He couldn't do this. This was too much, he didn't sing in front of people. Hell, Charlie wouldn't even know he could sing if she hadn't come home early one day and heard him while he was taking a shower.

But here he was. There was only one person he was singing to, but he forced himself not to look, instead focusing on finding the right chords.

You were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You look like an angel Your skin makes me cry

Dean closed his eyes as he sang. Piercing blue eyes flashed through his mind.

But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here

Dean knew that he missed notes, and his tone wasn’t perfect, but that's what happened when you put all your emotion into a song. His fingers deftly slid over the frets, playing the chords he knew by heart. Dean took a deep breath and finally lifted his eyes from his guitar during the next section, easily finding those blue eyes at the back of the room. He stared into those gorgeous blue eyes singing the next lines without looking away.

I want you to notice When I'm not around So fuckin' special I wish I was special

Dean broke the connection first by double checking he had the right finger placement for the upcoming bridge. He took a grounding breath and launched into the bridge.

Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special

Dean looked back up to meet the icy blue stare yet again, but he was gone. Fuck. He knew this was a shit idea. He knew Cas was straight. He was gonna kill Charlie.

Dean finished the song, finding a cruel truth in the last chorus.

But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here

(continue reading on Ao3 on Sunday March 24)

[vlance]

♪Heart to Heart♪

(Prologue)

-summary- Y/N is the 5th member of Aespa and is going to be collaborating with Le Sserafim’s Yunjin and Chaewon for a special stage. She is excited to be able to perform with two people she's been looking forward to meeting but also has the worst case of gay panic ever so when she's around two pretty women she can't help but develop a little crush on both of them.

-warnings- swearing, kms and kys jokes, inappropriate jokes, mentions of sex

Hearing the rushed footsteps of someone approaching mine and Ningning’s room wasn’t the first thing I was expecting when I woke up on my day off today. The door to the room burst open and there is our leader herself standing there. “Karina” I lifted my head up and look at the said girl standing in the doorway. “Have you read the group chat” she looks at me with the biggest grin on her face.

“With the way you are smiling at me I don’t know if I wanna look” I gave her a look of skepticism. “It’s not that bad you’re gonna like it I think” she just keeps giving me the biggest grin I have ever seen in my life. “Okay I’ll look but stop giving me that face you look like that one meme of Dreamcatcher Sua sunbaenim as pennywise” her smiles drops and she gives me an offended look as I can hear Giselle laughing from the other room.

She rolled her eyes and left the room as I picked up my phone from the nightstand. I opened it to see thirty unread messages and a missed call from our manager. I called my manager back because I was too lazy and tired to read it the messages in the chat.

“Hello Y/N”

“Yeah hi what is Jimin unnie telling me I should call you back on” I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

“Oh yeah right…we were just talking about a special stage you’re gonna be having at music bank”

“Not again I literally embarrassed myself so fucking hard last time” I groan and sit on the edge of my bed.

“You looked so cute though with your puppy eyes staring at Taeyeon” She gave a small laugh.

“Can you blame me…I had the biggest case of gay face ever I forgot to sing my line and mumbled pretty into my mic for the whole studio to hear” She proceeds to laugh and me while I sit there listening to her.

“Who is it with anyway”

“Le Sserafim’s Chaewon and Yunjin” I hear the names of the two girls I’ll be doing a special stage with and pause.

“Y/N…..Y/N” She calls out my name but I’m too much in shock to even respond. I looked over to the signed album I practically got on my knees and begged for when Jimin unnie and Ningning went on Euncahe’s Star Diary. I remembered watching produce 48 and being the biggest fan of Chaewon and Yunjin.

I got so sad when Yunjin was eliminated. I have a bunch of old IZ*ONE albums and photocards that Giselle always jokes that the only reason I became a kpop idol was to one day meet them.

“Y/N” she practically yells in my ear.

“H-huh…yeah?” I blink out of the daze I was in.

“God you’re so gay…as I was saying you’re gonna be going to hybe next week to meet and figure out what songs to preform and other things like that okay”

“Yup…hear you loud and clear” I’m practically already sweating from nerves.

“Okay” She hangs up the phone and I slowly bring the phone down to my lap. I sat there for a second then grabbed my pillow and proceeded to scream into it. I stopped screaming after a bit and had the biggest shit eating grin of my and face started jumping around.

“Ha Minjeong owes me 10 bucks” Giselle said while scrolling on her phone. “Why” Ningning looks up from her phone to look at Giselle and Jimin on the opposite couch. “Because I bet that Y/N would scream into her pillow and start jumping around and Minjeong said that Y/N would start crying” I looked over at Ningning and she start laughing cause she can hear Y/N yelling.

“It’s not my fault I thought she would cry because remember that one time she started crying when she met Irene Sunbae and thought she was so pretty and called her mommy straight to her face without thinking” Minjeong stated and Ningning started dying on the floor from laughter and I could hear Jimin unnie next to me laughing.

“Y/N is such a homosexual I swear” I laughed to myself and went back on my phone.

-Note- well the first thing that will officially post I’m excited and nervous cause this fic seems like it’s gonna be boring by just the prologue idk if I’m satisfied but yeah let’s see how this goes.