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rilakeila · 8 months ago

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intro: we challenge you!

host club au! jjk x fem!reader x ohshc

gojo satoru is the head of jujutsu academy's elite high school host club with his friends: geto suguru, nanami kento, itadori sukuna, shoko ieiri, haibara yu, and of course, their princess manager. what happens when they go up against another elite host club on an exchange event with different schools? let's find out!

a/n: incredibly self-indulgent. i cant decide to do an entire series or collection of one-shots. however, even if i do a series, i'm always open to do an au within au !! lmk if y'all have any ideas and hope you enjoy this one! also it's def ouran vibes with how the scenes work out like nonsensical manners with the petal entrances and random objects appearing out of nowhere

(y/n) was already tired.

she knew the exchange event would triple her work as manager for her dear beloved buffoons and their work as hosts, but she foolishly accepted their offer to go anyway. between scheduling their events, accepting payments for various fan meetings, and then coordinating with both schools to confirm times and clothing - she was ready to retire. pension required and isolation from known society appreciated. at least distance away from the menaces called gojo satoru and itadori sukuna.

for once, to their credit, they weren't fighting each other. damages would be at minimal cost. good for her and jujutsu academy's reputation. although these two were never very concerned about the school's reputation.

and that's why they were about to duke it out with an intensely frivolous blonde-haired second year and what looked to be a very feral set of twins in their first year.

"they look so hot but so scary," murmurs surrounded the two groups.

(y/n) couldn't help but sigh, attention always seemed to follow them as they go. satoru naturally reeled in the girls, which would lead into the rest of the boys and shoko being noticed, ultimately turning it into a free fan-meeting for new potential customers. she wondered how she came to this predicament anyways.

"well, i'll be back. i just need to confirm some things with the head of the event," (y/n) flipped through her clipboard of papers, signing some things off.

"do you need me to come with you?" kento questioned, adjusting his uniform.

she shook her head, "no, i'll be okay. what i need you to do is watch over these buffoons."

both looked at the buffoons in question. haibara and shoko were already taking pictures in front of the flowers. these two that were least likely needed to be watched.

"this place looks so old," satoru complained a little too loud, earning a head shake of disapproval from nanami and (y/n).

"not too loud, satoru. you really should be more polite and humble, even if it looks garish," geto stretched his arms out before placing it behind his head.

"there's no places for shade," sukuna grumbled.

(y/n) pressed her lips together, pulled a parasol out and covered the pink-haired host, "okay, i'll be back. no funny business, kento is in charge."

"who put you in charge? do you have no respect for your president?" satoru seated his head on the top of (y/n)'s head, arms wrapped around her. she can practically see and feel the pout on his face, rolling her eyes.

she grabbed sukuna's free hand, placing the parasol in his hand to hold ("hmph."). she charged her head up, injuring the prince's chin to free herself from his grasp, "well, mr. president, i suppose you would like to go over some paperwork for the event."

"mommaaa, she hit me," he cried to suguru, who just hit the backside of his head.

"we'll make sure to behave, princess. come back safe," suguru waved her off. (y/n) looked at kento who just nodded, knowing that he was the only one she could fully trust. both throwing a thumbs up to each other.

after (y/n) leaving, the rest of the host club wandered around the grounds of ouran. there were multitude of yellow dresses and blue blazers directing other schools and vendors. kento was leading the group, watching yu and ieiri to ensure that they didn't get lost as they indulged in the small events that the ouran students were hosting. he trusted sukuna would keep suguru and satoru in check, mostly satoru.

kento paused in his tracks, hearing squeals behind him, 'there goes the president again.'

"he's so hot!"

"take your glasses off!"

"alright, alright, ladies. there's enough of me to go around," the dramatic movement just to take his glasses off was enough for kento to sweatdrop. the squealing increased tenfold. typically, suguru would line up the girls at their school for uniformity for their president. however, it looked he was preoccupied with his own set of girls. then, sukuna. and there is yet another group of girls.

"honestly, that took a lot longer than i thought," yu said, standing next to kento.

"that was inevitable, girls always fall for them, somehow, someway," shoko twirled her hair around her finger.

"hmm... as long as they aren't causing too much of a ruckus. we should be fine," kento huffed, shaking his head when yu offered him the snack bag that the ouran students were handing out as "freebies." what a word to have.

though, their heads snapped to a sharp gasp next to them.

a blonde with his jaw snapped wide open fainting backwards, only for a pair of orange-haired twins to catch him as he fell back. "boss!"

other than the blonde and the twins, there seemed to be a middle schooler and a taller man. another had glasses, and well, one looked ambigious, feminine-leaning perhaps.

"doesn't the blonde remind you of someone?" yu whispered to them.

"yeah, someone that we know... can't seem to think of who it is" ieiri questioned with yu, thought bubbles practically seen above their heads as they thought long and hard.

"what happened to him, kyoya-senpai?" the feminine-looking one asked.

"it may be due to the fact that his customers have been stolen," the glasses one answered. kento recognized him, kyoya ootori, as his parents frequently invited the ootori family to the quarterly nanami galas as a thanks to the partnership of two families.

"my princesses! how dare they look at another man," the blonde immediately rose from the ground in a familiar way to kento, yu, and ieiri. a dramatic point was directed to satoru, "you, white haired student! have you come to steal my customers?"

"that should be our cue to go to them," kento lightly tapped ieiri and yu's shoulders, signalling them to head towards their members.

the chattering from the female ouran students silenced. it was also as if the red sea parted, a direct showdown line between the two groups.

this is how (y/n) ended up, almost crossing down the half. luckily, she looked up in time to stand with her club, sweatdropping in between. she eyed kento with a 'i thought you had it controlled,' which was responded with a head shake and shrug.

"customers? you called these beautiful ladies customers? what a shame. would never think that you were their prince. who might you be?" satoru pushed his sunglasses back onto his face, causing "aww's" of disappointment from the crowd.

"excuse you, i'm tamaki, the prince of the finest club of this school. the ouran host club, of course," he offered his princely smile and a rose to one of the female student bystander, who squealed and seemed to almost pass out.

"i got it, they're one of the same," (y/n) perked her ears up to ieiri and haibara whispering to each other, raising an eyebrow.

"host club? must have fooled me, there's an entire child in your group," suguru laughed as he directed the attention to the small child with the bunny in his arms, only to raise an eyebrow once he saw the taller one behind him straighten up.

"i assumed these ladies wanted someone mature, refined," sukuna showed his signature smirk to the ladies to his left, some fainting and some reaching for him.

"we are refined, right? men?" tamaki questioned with certainty in his voice.

"well, we offer brotherly love and boy lolita, i'm not too sure if that exactly counts as refined and mature, senpai," the feminine-looking one said.

"additionally, we have female hosts to those who are interested," it felt like lights highlighted (y/n) and ieiri when suguru mentioned their female host services.

"well, we technically also-" the twins' mouth seemed to be tied up by tamaki with a sheepish smile.

"so, really, what is the point of this? we have a whiny prince on our hands that can't accept the fact his ladies are talking to actual elite people, well in terms of taste," sukuna scoffed.

"you're right, kuna, why waste time with this nonsense of a host club when we can entertain the ladies here on the way to our next activity. manager princess, lead the way to where we have to go," satoru winked at the ouran host club before allowing (y/n) to take the reigns as she normally does.

she was too far lost other than knowing if ouran's host club is anything like the one she is in, their pride was certainly on the line. the last thing she saw before she turned around was a defeated tamaki with the twins fanning him, where had she seen that scene before?

"wait, we'll challenge you during this exchange event with whatever there is to offer to see who's the better host club," tamaki called out to them, still kneeling on the ground

gasps were heard from their audience. the jujutsu academy host club (more so the guys, ieiri and (y/n) could care less about a hurt pride) turned and eyed each other, reaching a consensus.

"hmm.. we never back down from a challenge. when and where can we discuss the terms?"

"music room #3, 3 p.m. sharp."

"we'll see you there."

(y/n) surely didn't know what she was getting herself into during this exchange event. everyday was already interesting enough with her own club. though, let's see what happens.

till next time !

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#jjk fanfic #ohshc fanfic #gojo x reader #kyoya x reader #geto suguru #nanami kento #shoko ieiri #yu haibara #sukuna #tamaki suoh #mitsukuni haninozuka #takashi morinozuka #hikaru #kaoru #haruhi fujioka

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softshuji · 1 month ago

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Track 2 ft. Sanzu Haruchiyo (campfire stories collection)

cw:yandere! sanzu, some suggestive content, some violence and drug usage, sanzu being weird and obsessive <3

Sanzu has your schedule down to a T.

You get coffee from the same cafe and you have one of those cute little apps that lets you get rewards the more you buy and because of this, you tend to stick to the same place.

You order the same thing every time. A vanilla latte and a croissant and you carry an extra bag so you can drop your croissant and lunch in it as you leave, and you smile at whoever happens to catch your eye- him on occasion though he wonders whether its intentional considering you always seem to be in a rush. In and out, quickly and efficiently.

Straight after this, you run to the supermarket to grab a small salad or boxed lunch and a protein shake or milkshake depending on the day and then you walk quickly in the direction of your building. It's not dissimilar to a bonten type- a little less luxurious and a bit of digging has told him you worked in finance for an accounts department of a larger firm. Small enough to go under bonten's radar but big enough to still pull in a small profit by the year.

Truth be told, sanzu isn't a huge fan of coffee anyway.

But he likes seeing you every morning, even though you've never spoken he likes how you smile and how you tap your lips when you're looking at the board or the menu, and how your outfits always seem to be so well put together and coordinated. You somehow seem to miss how everyone shies away from his table and gives him the kind of wide berth that is befitting for a man of his standing. So he drinks his unsweetened latte alone and then leaves once he's seen you enter the double doors of the building opposite your quaint little cafe.

There's been a few incidents however. A woman who knocks into you, looking down her nose when you profusely apologise for getting in her way and sanzu thinks about blowing the building up and bringing her head as a gift to you. She never bothers you again after that and gets the kind of scared look in her eye that reminds you of a skittish animal whenever she sees you. It's not long after she decides to forego getting coffee from there all together and you're none the wiser. The baristas are always good to you, and you praise them often saying they make the coffee just how you like it, taking it as just niceties when they seem to be pushy with offering you free food and gifts. And who are you to deny them when they're so kind? You always say you like to support your local businesses. You're smart like that.

On another occasion, a man almost hits you with his car as you're crossing the road and Sanzu stands instinctively, all consequences be damned- when you profusely apologise for not watching where you're going and quickly duck into your building. He puts a hand on his chest, splayed across his waistcoat, his racing heart now slowing and thumping against his ribs. He pulls out his phone then, talks low into the receiver, an eye trained on the cctv camera pointed away from his table in a very careless and tacky oversight by the managers, murmuring the plates and model of the car before he ends the abrupt call. You won't know and he has no intention of ever telling you that the driver's bloodstains were hard to get out his crisp white shirt and that he'd begged for his life and wet his clothes before Sanzu sliced his throat.

He hasn't told any of the others about these little escapades of course and they're often caught in their own love lives to realize he's sneaking around more often. But it's harder to hide it from Mikey. Not that he'd ever want to but it was getting difficult to explain why he was suggesting they take their more impersonal meetings in that cafe across the street, or why Sanzu was suddenly turning up with a hot latte every morning when he's not a big drinker at all.

'That girl? With the red lipstick?' Mikey says, his eyes roving over you as you stand to the side to put your purse away, sidestepping the cleaner who mops around the chairs.

Sanzu coughs, a red flush slipping across his neck and cheeks, a quiet mumble accompanying the kick of his feet on the linoleum. 'y-yeah, her.'

'Hm....'Mikey cocks a head to the side as he nurses a sip of his cappuccino. 'And what do you like about her that you can't find in one of the club girls?'

'The...the club girls?' The flush is crawling higher.

Mikey gives him a knowing look as he puts the styrofoam cup down and fishes in his breast pocket for a tissue before leaning down to rest his chin on his hand. He's feeling a little better recently. These escapades have been good to him, and Sanzu's excuses for getting outside have ensured he's seeing the sun more often. He doesn't have so much time to hide among the trove of his memories when they're following you to and from work and keeping tabs on you in the way they are.

'I know you haven't gone in over two months. The elder Haitani told me you've cut back on the cocaine too.'

'Oh.' He feels hot. The kind of heat that starts in his chest and traipses a line across his back, makes his shirt sticky with a growing film of sweat. He rubs a hand across his neck, trying to avoid Mikey's knowing and watchful eye. 'Y-Yeah, I just- y'know I don't need-'

'I'm not bothered by it. I don't care what girl you like or what drugs you take as long as you get your work done.' Mikey turns and watches you as you sit down at a table and pull out a book, some battered age old vintage thing and take a sip from your overpriced sugary drink, adjusting your hat and crossing your legs under the table. 'She's very pretty.'

'She is...' Sanzu says, a demure whisper that's uncharacteristic of him as he stares into his americano, deliberately avoiding catching your eye or Mikey's for that matter.

Mikey thinks he can see why a man like Sanzu would like a girl like you. You seem like the kind of girl who's in love with life, the innocent kind that's so easily breakable, that cries when someone else does, so trusting, the kind that takes pictures of the sunset just because she thinks it looks beautiful. He wouldn't have to ask permission from anyone to have a taste of his own. Maybe he will. Mikey needs some light and warmth too, and you seem the kind that might understand that. He imagines you might cry so sweetly for someone like him which would be an added bonus.

He clears his throat. 'So have you spoken to her?'

Sanzu shakes his head. There is a strange and jittery feeling in his bones, in his fingertips. The kind of thrumming he gets when he needs to do a line and drink himself stupid just to avoid being pulled under. He's slightly ashamed to admit to himself that he's getting desperate. He avoids the clubs all together and when he imagines another girl putting her hands on him, his skin gets itchy, crawls with trepidation and disgust and he has to pat his pockets for the packet of pills just to avoid blowing a hole in someone's head just because he feels weird and shitty about it all.

But he has thought about kissing you. More than kissing in fact. He'd like to peel your clothes back one by one, kiss you just shy of your bra before he slices it off and take his time to appreciate each and every sliver of skin, marvelling over every birthmark you no doubt have before he works you open to take him. He'd like to be gentle, and the thought makes him dizzy at how irrational and foreign it feels to him, would kiss your lips till they were red and swollen and you begged him so softly to touch you more. He'd maybe like to buy you nice things, take you to a proper restaurant, carry you to your apartment before you inevitably invite him in and you make love on the sofa before making love again on the bed and maybe he falls asleep listening to your heartbeat and it would be the good kind of sleep that doesn't feel tenuous and thick with grief.

'Hm you haven't spoken to her but you've been watching her for two months?'

'I wasn't-'

Mikey holds up a hand. 'Like I said, I don't care what girl you like but don't sit around doing nothing about it or someone else will just do it.' And then, more sombrely, a rare display of some unnamed emotion flickering across the expanse of his face, eyes flecked with something that is too big to name, 'Once something is gone, it's gone for good.'

Sanzu shifts uncomfortably and Mikey drains the last dregs of his overpriced lukewarm cappucino before standing. 'I need to see you later, but make sure you talk to the girl. Make her yours. Consider it an assignment for the end of the week.' And he pulls his coat around him before leaving, his collars turned up over the tattoo on the back of his neck.

Sanzu watches him leave with a strange mix of adoration and fear as he swirls the bottom of his cup around, watching the grains of coffee slip and slide over the porcelain white edge. Mikey's right. And then what? He'll watch some other guy take you, take what's rightfully his and for what? Because he was too scared to do anything about it.

'Hey, excuse me?'

A voice pulls him from his reverie, and you stand shyly in front of his table with your battered paperback in your hand, your hat in the other as your hair winds around your ears.

He freezes, hand paused around his cup, hard enough to believe he'll shatter it any second now.

'Uhm, I just wanted to say, I really like the colour of your hair.'

His throat is dry, sandpaper across his tongue. 'M...my hair?'

You laugh, a little incredulous and he wants to bottle the sound and drip feed it through his veins. 'Yeah, it's pretty, I love that shade of pink. It suits you a lot.'

His shirt is sticky with a film of sweat, harsh lights and breath coming too fast, a dizziness that has nothing to do with the caffeine. 'Th...thanks....' And he mentally kicks himself, squeezing the nails of his other hand into his palm, crescents indented on the ivory skin.

You wrinkle your nose. 'May I sit here?' you say and take the other chair when he dumbly nods, watching how your skirt flares at the waist, a tiny pendant peeking just shy of your shirt and he wants to dunk his head in ice water.

He doesn't talk much, and you fill up the space yourself. But it doesn't bother you as much as it should. He asks questions, and his eyes never leave your face, like he's committing it to memory and you talk animatedly, which he likes, because you seem so excited by something and it has his chest fluttering when he wonders how it feels to be loved by someone who loves so much and so often and so big.

You leave an hour later, and write your number on a napkin which you tuck into his breast pocket, firm muscle under your touch- and you tell yourself it doesn't matter if it doesn't go anywhere, that you're glad to have met this beautiful man regardless,

But Haru knows better. He expects to be seeing you more often now because after all,

he does have an assignment to complete.

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hmhas-00 · 1 month ago

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Ch. 2

Hit me Hard & Soft

word count - 1.6k

A/N - dont forget to like and rb ♡

Starting next week, my new posting schedule will be Tuesdays & Thursdays! Stay tuned!

Billie's POV

Sitting in my studio, I tweaked with the autotune feature to perfect the extended version of L’amour De Ma Vie. I didn’t realize it was already 5AM until my phone buzzed. I looked down at my lap as the screen lit up, showcasing a text from Remy.

Remy: Wish me luck! Fingers crossed I’m not fired after last week. 5:02am

Billie: 🤞🏻 5:02am

Billie: I’ll pick you up later and we’ll head to the Rolling Stone interview together? 5:03am

My eyes glossed over the screen waiting for her to reply, as I straightened my back on the chair. I locked it and put it on the table, returning my focus to my production set up. With the amount of bullshit she’s dealing with, I have a feeling Remy might bail today and I can’t blame her. In the back of my mind, I wished she wouldn’t. Finneas was so busy with his own album, so I told him to do his own thing tonight. Truth is, I didn’t want to show up to any of these things alone. Was that selfish? Lately, everything I feel is amplified, including that lonely, empty feeling I get around normal people bedtime. That’s when I did my best writing in the past year. It’s nerve-racking having all of my thoughts and emotions broadcasted to the world, and now that the tour is coming up, all I can think about is how I’ll do it alone.

The phone buzzed, bringing me out of my own mind. Upon opening, I sighed and replied while getting up to finally go to bed.

Remy: I’ll just meet you there. I have a lot of work to do today I don’t wanna make you late. 5:15am

Billie: Okay, see you there. 5:15am

𓇼𓇼𓇼𓇼𓇼𓇼

The alarm rattled my brain, startling me to death. I flopped down my arm, patting around next to me and managed to find the source. My phone had 2 missed calls and a text from Remy. She let me know she’d be a bit late but would make it no matter what. Pulling a hair tie out of my tangled mess, I dragged my tired body out of bed to get ready for the interview.

𓇼𓇼𓇼𓇼𓇼𓇼

“Billie, you’re going to be sitting over here, and Gabe is going to be interviewing you today, sitting over there.”

The coordinator waved me over in the right direction. I sat quietly and waited for the crew to finish up lighting and camera. Eventually, my interviewer walked over and made himself comfortable.

I laughed in disbelief and looked over at the coordinator, “Gabe?”

“Yup.” He leaned forward, holding his hand out to shake mine. He looked so pleased with himself. I ignored his reach, raising my brow. “Okay… nice to see you again, Billie.” He sat back and stifled a laugh.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, and glared at him. Thinking about having to act civil around this piece of garbage for the cameras is making me sick. God, I cannot stand him and his stupid face.

“Are we ready?” He cleared his throat.

I adjusted in my seat, looking around one more time past the studio lights and saw no Remy. “Yeah.” I could tell these bright lights would bring on a wave of tics, if not the unfortunate situation before me. Cameras closed in and the interview began.

I was basically on autopilot, trying not to destroy this man with my eyes. The last time I was face to face with Remy’s ex was 2 years ago. I was screaming at him to get the fuck out of her apartment. She made him pick up his things after he broke up with her for some other girl. Gabe swore he was just chasing a job offer in NYC, but Remy had seen messages between him and someone else planning to meet up. I stood at Remy’s side as he denied everything. He started a crazy argument and threw a glass across the room. I was on the other side of the room faster than he could react. Remy had never seen me that angry before.

“So! Your fans want to know. Who did you write Lunch about?” Gabe asked, knowing it would piss me off.

“That’s what you want to ask me? Of all things?” I laughed.

“Curious if I know her, is all.” He shifted in his seat and shrugged, nonchalantly. I wanna rip off his dumb smirk so bad.

I looked over at the cameras to have my very own The Office moment, but my eyes were drawn to none other than Remy. She awkwardly stood with her arms folded. I gave her a satisfied smile and when she waved at me, I quickly realized this is the last situation she probably wanted to walk into.

“No, It’s just a metaphor. I want people to think about who they want to eat for lunch. It’s just a fun song.” I crossed my legs and resumed eye contact with him, reminding myself to not look unfriendly for the cameras.

“You’re obviously very private about your love life.” He flipped through his notecards. I tilted my head, focusing on how stupid his stage voice sounds. “You came out last year-”

“This isn’t exactly news.” I squinted my eyes, smiling sarcastically. “Do you have any questions about my new album, Gabe?” I chuckled a bit.

He laughed, brushing me off. He asked a few questions about the album and I dragged out the answers as much as I could, so he wouldn’t have time to ask anymore stupid questions.

I managed to muscle through the rest of the interview and as soon as it was over I walked over to Remy, leaving him behind.

We walked into the room I left my phone in. “What the fuck.” Remy mouthed and pulled me into a hug.

“I know, let’s fucking go.” I grabbed her arm and started walking towards the exit.

“Remy! Hey!” Gabe shouted, making his way over to us. “How have you been?”

I could feel Remy mentally wilting away. “Good, good…Crazy seeing you here.” She spoke softly, smiling timidly.

“Well, I’ve been great!” He held his arms out, arrogant as can be, as if anyone asked.

“Did New York not work out?” I butted in.

“It did, but Los Angeles is home, you know?” He responded matter-of-factly, not even bothering to look at me. “You know I just chase better gigs. Better opportunities.”

“Yeah… Good for you, I’m happy for you, Gabe.” She smiled, keeping her voice sweet and mellow.

“You still working at uhh…” This idiot couldn’t even remember where she worked. I always hated him. He didn’t care enough about her. She deserved way better.

“Yeah, I’m-“ Remy was cut off.

“Maybe we should grab lunch one day. Catch up, you know?” He stepped closer to her.

I watched her face as she struggled to come up with an excuse. “Uh, I don’t know. Maybe-“

“She’s actually good, she just doesn’t want to hurt your little feelings.” I crinkled my nose as I forced a smile at him, turning us towards the door.

“Billie, it’s fine-“ Remy grabbed my arm with her free hand and held it there.

Gabe laughed, knowing how deep under my skin he could get. “You look good, Rem. We’ll talk later without distractions.” He looked her up and down, licking his bottom lip.

I glared at him, imagining me shoving him away from her just like I did a couple years ago.

He looked down at me and paused for a second, his lips forming an overly confident smirk. He stood close enough for me to smell that gross overpowering cologne. I could feel myself tensing up and clenching my jaw.

“What, you don’t get enough attention?” I lifted my chin, looking in his dark eyes.

He breathed out a laugh, poking his tongue into his cheek. “Why, you want to share some with me?”

I took a step forward, causing Remy to put her arm between us. “Come on, Billie.” She put some pressure on his chest, causing him to lean back a bit. “Let’s go.”

He looked down at Remy’s hand pressing on his chest, then back at me sneering.

“Billie, please.” I let Remy pull me away, knowing if I stayed any longer I’d break something on his face.

He laughed to himself. “It was nice seeing you both. Good to see nothing has changed.”

“Yeah, absolutely nothing.” Remy emphasized, pushing me in front of her so we’d walk away.

We walked out past the fans screaming and reaching their hands through the holes on the fence, and straight into her car. As much as it killed me not to say goodbye to them, I didn’t have it in me to fake it.

“I hated that.” Remy began, starting her car and letting out a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, Remy, I could not stand his stupid fucking face. He was doing that shit to be disrespectful and I’m not gonna let him-“

“You can’t do shit like that! What if someone saw and wrote or posted about it?”

I put my seatbelt on, knowing I could’ve taken the high road.

“Dude you’re not actually thinking about seeing him right?”

“What? No! Why would I?” She pulled out of the parking lot, careful not to hit any fans.

“You seemed happy to see him.” I looked out the window as the people waving blurred from the increase in speed.

“No. I wasn’t. I just wasn’t going to attack him in front of his coworkers, Billie.”

“His team wasn’t in the room.” I mumbled.

She didn’t respond.

“I’m sorry, I just fucking hate him. He’s such a piece of shit.”

“Shit, did you date him too?” She laughed under her breath, looking over at me momentarily.

I laughed, shaking my head and realizing how fast things escalated. My body finally relaxed, sinking into the seat and running my hands through my hair.

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yoshi17here · 5 months ago

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₊˚ʚ🌱˚₊Dancing in the light of surprise₊˚🦕𖦹⋆｡˚

Note: THIS IS 3RD PERSON POV!!!

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paring:bf Ni-ki x reader any gender

Niki’s day had been a whirlwind of practice sessions, interviews, and photoshoots. Despite the exhausting schedule, he was determined to give his best in every performance. The studio was dimly lit, filled with the sound of rhythmic beats and the shuffle of sneakers against the floor. Niki was in his element, lost in the music, his movements precise and powerful.

Outside, Y/N watched through the studio’s glass window. They’d been planning this surprise for weeks, coordinating with Niki’s manager to ensure their visit wouldn’t disrupt his busy day. With a grin, Y/N carefully pushed open the door, stepping into the studio as quietly as possible.

Niki was so absorbed in his practice that he didn’t notice Y/N at first. They watched, captivated by his grace and energy. It wasn’t until Y/N clapped gently that Niki’s head snapped up. His eyes widened in surprise as he spotted Y/N standing at the edge of the dance floor.

“Y/N!” Niki called out, his voice a mix of disbelief and joy. He stopped mid-move, his chest heaving with the effort of his practice.

Y/N walked toward him, a teasing smile playing on their lips. “I thought I’d come and see how my favorite dancer was doing. You’ve been working so hard.”

Niki’s face lit up with a bright smile, and he quickly closed the distance between them. “I can’t believe you’re here! This is the best surprise ever.”

He pulled Y/N into a tight embrace, lifting them slightly off the ground. Y/N laughed, wrapping their arms around him. “I missed you,” they said softly.

“I missed you too,” Niki replied, his voice tender. “But you know, I’ve been thinking about you every day. You’re my motivation.”

Y/N’s eyes softened. “I’m glad to hear that. I thought you could use a break. How about we grab something to eat after practice?”

Niki’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “That sounds perfect. But first, I need to finish up here. How about you keep me company while I wrap things up?”

“Of course,” Y/N agreed, settling into a nearby chair as Niki resumed his practice. This time, however, his movements were even more electrifying, as if fueled by the joy of having Y/N there. The music seemed to flow with a new energy, and Y/N couldn’t help but marvel at how dedicated and talented Niki was.

As the final notes of the song played, Niki finished his routine with a flourish. He turned to Y/N, his face flushed and sweaty but glowing with happiness. “Thank you for coming. It means a lot to me.”

Y/N stood up and walked over to him, their eyes meeting with an understanding smile. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

Niki leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “Let’s make tonight special. Just us.”

Hand in hand, they left the studio together, ready to enjoy a well-deserved evening away from the hustle and bustle. As they walked down the street, Niki squeezed Y/N’s hand, feeling grateful for both their love and the small moments that made all the hard work worth it.

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tiredofthehumanlife · 7 months ago

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Our children yearn for the waterpark

part one

barbie dolls: Jegulus x you

word:3.9k

summary:James takes you and regulus (along with your children) to a waterpark

warnings: your son is named Elliot, also you're referred to as Ren and Rena like the gn term for your parent so just yk it's not an oc i promise, pushing the trans James agenda, James is a baker and regulus is a stay at home dad/writer you’re a teacher just so you know, modern au I'm SORRY, James’ parents are alive, Regulus has freinds, Regulus hates the public water, Allusions to poc Luna harry and james, your race and elliots race is not menntioned everyone is welocome, you dont get in the water, Regulus is a sunscreen god he loves sunscreen so much, Harry is mentioned to have moms theyre giving divorce core mom and dad’s house, james drives a minivan, allusions to autistic reader and Elliot but its not specified, your swimsuit is not mwntioned or described so again everybody welcome, i hate typos oh my god

You liked dating James and Regulus. Your relationship was still very fresh, but their effect was hard to miss. They made you laugh all the time. James was very energetic, matching your kids well. Regulus was blunt and it relaxed your nerves of missing a hidden message in a conversation. And they were both great parents. Your kids already loved each other and they got along well.

School was out. Meaning both you and Elliot had loads of free time on your hands. With summer in full swing, you set up frequent playdates with Elliot’s two best friends. You wanted him to keep his strong bonds with them and it definitely wasn’t because you missed Regulus and James. Regulus was really self-employed. He stayed at home to raise Luna and to write his books. He could easily add a playdate to his schedule. James however was a baker with hours he had to meet. So he didn’t always have a clear schedule. Harry would stay with his grandparents, Euphemia and Fleamont, while James was at work. Harry also spent a lot of time at his Moms’ house. So making a playdate with all three children involved was harder than expected. Elliot still liked hanging out with Luna, and sometimes even Harry too on certain weekends.

Your phone rang as you were cutting up celery for Elliot. He was going through a peanut butter phase, eating it on everything. You picked up the call, holding the phone with your shoulder and the side of your face.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Pretty. It’s me.” You smiled at James’ voice. Just as you were about to tell him hi again, he started talking. “Lemme add Regulus.” You stayed silent as his side went quiet. You heard Elliot in the other room, clacking his toys together on the dining room table. You snagged a pretzel from the small pile on his plate. Soon enough James and Regulus both joined.

“Are you guys busy this weekend?” You scoffed at James. You heard Regulus sniffle a laugh on his line.

“James, baby, we’re always free. Do try to remember our professions.” You said as you smeared peanut butter onto Elliot’s celery.

“Right yeah, well I just accidently bought exactly six passes to this really cool waterpark,” James said, whispering the last word. You oooed while Regulus snorted.

“James, do share with us how you accidentally bought exactly enough passes for all of us and our children.” Regulus pressed. You heard Luna in the background let out a yell filled with laughter.

“Was that Luna?” You asked. Regulus explained that her uncles were over and attacking her with tickles. Regulus returned the conversation to the waterpark passes.

“alright fine, you caught me. I missed you guys. I’ve been so busy with work, I feel like I haven’t seen you all summer.” You cooed at James while Regulus let out a whine.

“He cares.” Regulus mocked.

“How adorable.” You joined in making James groan loudly. “What day were you planning on going to the p-a-r-k, James?” You spelled out where you were going so Elliot wouldn’t overhear and get excited. You turned around to the color-coordinated calendar on the fridge. It was mostly empty, you and Elliot preferred the company of each other than strangers. Though you had a really exciting playdate with Luna planned next Thursday. What a wild life you lived.

“This Saturday if that works for you two.” You glanced over at the empty box.

“Yeah, I could squeeze you in.” You muttered into the microphone as you turned back to Elliot’s plate.

“Lemme check my planner.” Regulus waited for a second. “Oh that’s right, I hate human beings. I'm completely free.” James let out a sigh of relief. You picked up Elliot’s plate, walking it to the dining room. Elliot was sitting in a chair, his little arms just barely reaching over the edge of the table, smacking two toy cars together. You set his plate in front of him. Elliot thanked you, shoving the peanut butter-covered celery into his mouth. You kissed his forehead, ruffling his hair before pulling back. You noticed his bare legs.

“Baby, where are your pants?” You tilted your head. Elliot pointed to the bathroom.

“Hamper,” Elliot answered.

“Well, good job putting them in the hamper but why aren’t they on your legs?” You asked.

“Didn’t wanna wear ‘em,” Elliot said, his mouth full of celery.

“Can’t argue with that, make sure you chew all the way okay.” Elliot nodded as you left to go clean the kitchen.

“One thing I will say though, I’m not getting that water. Do you realize how filthy those things are?” You tuned back into the conversation listening to Regulus list off statistics of how gross waterparks are.

“That’s okay, I’ll be in the water so I can make sure Luna doesn’t swim away or anything,” James said, clearing up the problem. You nodded.

“I’ll dry off Luna if you don’t want to touch the water on her, and we’ll lay a towel over one of those chairs that are shaded so we know it's clean. If you feel lonely, I'll sit with you and James if you feel tired we can swap places.” You offered, wanting to fill in any potholes in your plans.

“You are very kind, darling,” Regulus muttered. You cooed at him as you shoved the peanut butter back in the high cabinet so Elliot wouldn’t eat it all in one sitting and hurt his stomach.

“You guys are nasty. I was thinking maybe we carpool so nobody gets lost and it saves gas.” James said. You hummed while Regulus made a disapproving sound.

“James, there’s like twelve of us. Are you driving a bus?” Regulus said, poking holes into James’ ideas. If you were looking at James you assumed he’d be rolling his eyes.

“I have a big van. It has enough seating for us, I counted to make sure.” You hummed.

“Okay, baby, whatever you want.” You agreed, putting the celery into the refrigerator. Regulus sighed.

“I suppose that could work.” You snorted at Regulus’ faked disappointment. You heard Luna call for Regulus on his side.

“I’m being called for Yeti in my Spaghetti, I have to go.” You all said bye before hanging up.

Saturday came faster than you thought it would. You were packing a big bag of sunscreen and towels, in no time. You told Elliot he didn’t need to wear his goggles before you even got in the car but he was excited. You let it slide, you’re only seven once. You were a little anxious about the whole thing, you worried one of the kids would splash Regulus. You were worried they would slip on the wet concrete and crack their head. You worried Elliot’s goggles were too tight on his head. You heard an engine approaching. You looked out the window to verify it was James. Definitely his red minivan, bumper stickers littering the back. You turned around to Elliot.

“You know who’s in the driveway?” Elliot jumped up off the couch, bouncing on his feet.

“Harry and Luna?” You nodded. Elliot bolted towards the door. You were opening the minivan door in no time, a wave of hello’s meeting you and Elliot. Luna and Harry were next to each other in the back row.

“They wanted to sit in the back because they’re spies.” You hummed at Regulus’ explanation. You were able to fit Elliot’s booster seat in the back, next to Luna. You pushed the seat in front of them back, sitting in the row in front of theirs. Regulus was in the passenger seat, tilting his head back to see you. You smiled at him warmly as you buckled your seatbelt. James’ face appeared next to his, looking at you.

“Hi,” James said, a light air to his greeting.

“Hi.”

“Okay, waterpark here we come!” James said, loud enough for the back row to hear. The kids all squealed, thrashing their legs and arms around. Your trip to the waterpark calmed your worries. James and Regulus’ presence already working numbers. James apparently made a summertime fun playlist specifically for this. The kids seemed to enjoy it. Luna made her doll dance and Elliot made his car dance. Harry just made himself dance.

You six easily made it through the gates. You were holding hands with Regulus on one side and Elliot on the other. When you look back to see Elliot holding onto Luna’s hand and Luna holding onto Harry’s hand, you had flashbacks to watching ducks cross the road. James was in the front leading you all to his Harry’s favorite part of the waterpark. Regulus narrowly avoided a small kid with Nemo arm floaties splashing. You rubbed his arm in sympathy.

“I'll dry you off if you get any water on you, and I have hand sanitizer and butt wipes in my bag. Regulus knocked your cheek with his head in a thank you. James ran ahead, snagging a sunlounger for Regulus. You pulled a towel out of your bag, handing it to James. Regulus settled onto the chair, digging into his own bag. He motioned for Luna to come over, squirting a mountain of tinted sunscreen into his hands. Regulus smothered Luna in sunscreen, making sure she was covered entirely.

Luna had on an adorable bright orange swimsuit with ruffles around the edges. She had matching arm floaties that she talked Regulus out of, pinkie promising to stay in the shallow end. You knew that within an hour she’d want to go into the deep end and Regulus would have to talk her into a life vest and arm floaties. Luna was free though, slipping her Tinkerbell flip-flops off and splashing into the shallow end. You were in the kid's area so there wasn’t even really a deep end but you could easily imagine Luna tricking someone into taking her to the lazy river.

Harry was next in the sunscreen line. Harry had on a long-sleeved swim shirt and Lighting McQueen shorts. James had on just red shorts. He had already tossed his coverup tee off. You didn’t want to oggle him. James had antler tattoos following the path of the scars on his chest. Regulus’ shorts were blue, you expected him to stay under the shade the whole time.

James pulled his spray can of suscreen out of his bag. Regulus looked aghast at James even thinking of covering a human in that. Regulus slapped it out of James’ hands, using Luna’s sunscreen on Harry instead. Regulus forced James into using Luna’s sunscreen as well. Regulus smothered some over James’ cheeks. It made James fluster, giggling and needing to turn around to take a moment to himself. After Regulus smothered James and Harry in sunscreen, he pulled Elliot over.

You sat next to Regulus as he rubbed sunscreen into Elliot’s skin. You held onto Elliot’s hand, he was squeezing the life out of it. Elliot hated the texture of sunscreen but he liked playing in the water more than sitting in the shade. He just needed a little bit of comfort through it and he was okay. After Regulus was done Elliot moved into your arms for more comfort. You hummed, squeezing him tight. You rocked him gently, giving him all the praises he needed. Elliot eventually pulled back, leaving his shoes next to his friends’ and joining them in the water. You smiled at him splashing with his friends, the three of them flinging water at James, who pretended to die and crash into the water.

You turned back to Regulus, happy you were all together. Regulus was staring at you with a deadly serious look in his eyes. His palms were pointed towards you, you glanced down at them. Your smile slightly fell when you realized they were coated in sunscreen.

“Oh Regulus, I actually put some on at ho-“ Regulus shut you up by smothering your face with his hands. He removed them, smearing his hands down your arms. You sputtered, he avoided your eyes and mouth shockingly. Regulus returned his hands to your face, now gently rubbing it into your face. You understood now why this flustered James. Regulus had both hands on your face treating your skin with such love, making sure you were fully protected. He eventually sat back, adding more to his hands before looking up at you.

“Can I do the rest or do you want to?” You shrugged.

“I’m cool with whatever you want, babe.” Regulus sighed. He hated when people made him make decisions.

“I'll do most.” You hummed in approval. He rubbed sunscreen into most of your skin, handing you the bottle to finish. When you were done you squeezed some of Regulus’ sunscreen into your hands, facing him with the same severity. He looked up from rubbing some into his arms. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“I'll get your back, baby.” Regulus squinted his eyes at you. You grinned.

“Are you trying to steal my job?” You shook your head moving to sit behind him. You applying sunscreen devolved into you just rubbing the tension out of his shoulders. Regulus dropped his head back against you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, lightly pecking his cheek on the way. You both watched as James picked Harry up by his ankles, wrapping his arms around Harry’s legs, and swinging him around. It made Harry giggle loudly, squealing and swinging his arms around. James gently set Harry back on his feet, splashing all three of your kids with a large swing of his arms. James left the water, squeezing his shorts out. He slumped down into the sun lounge chair next to you that you claimed with your bag.

He pulled his arms under his head, sighing. You admired the way the sun warmed his skin. You were not checking him out you were just checking for sunburns. Regulus pressed a kiss to your arm, leaning out of your hold. James opened his eyes, looking over at you both.

“So I was thinking, maybe we go out to eat after this.” You hummed nodding your head.

“You pick, I hate making decisions,” Regulus muttered. You patted his shoulder.

“Parenting must be hard for you.” Regulus nodded at you. He looked up when he heard Luna scream. Harry was splashing her. Elliot was near them staring at the lost water shoe sitting at the edge of the shallow water.

“Elliot, leave the shoe alone.” You yelled over at him. His head shot up, caught. He stood up and pointed down at it.

“Rena, it has no brother. Where’s the owner?” You shrugged at him.

“I don’t know, baby. Leave it alone, you don’t know what somebody could’ve stepped in.” Elliot pouted at you. Your yelling caught the attention of the other two. They stood around the lost shoe staring down at it. You stood up, joining them so now all four of you were standing around this lost shoe and inspecting it. You told them not to touch it running over to the nearby snowcone stand asking for napkins. You picked the shoe up with a napkin. The three children follow you to the trashcan. You set it on top in case the owner came back, and looked for it. You tossed the napkins into the trashcan, turning around to your little huddle of kids.

“Why can you touch it but we can’t?” Luna asked, staring up at you.

“I had napkins, and I’m an adult so I can make my own decisions about my health.” Luna pouted at your answer.

“That’s unjust,” Luna muttered under her breath.

“Can we have napkins?” Harry asked. You shook your head. Elliot scoffed.

“This sucks, you took away my shoe.” You dropped your shoulders.

“I’m sorry hun but you can’t have that shoe. it’s not for you.” You looked around the huddle to make sure they all understood. Luna pushed her wet hair away from her face. Elliot turned around and left, the other two following after him. When you returned to James and Regulus, you noticed how much Luna was fighting with her hair. It kept sticking to her face and annoying her. Her eyebrows were pushed together and she looked close to drowning her mermaid doll.

“Regulus, could I put Luna’s hair up? It keeps getting in her face.” Regulus shrugged. He reached over to his bag, pulling two hairbands off a key chain and handing them to you. You asked Luna if she wanted her hair up. She said yes and settled in front of you on the chair. You had James run to the snowcone stand and ask for a cup of water. You made sure her hair was damp, so you wouldn’t hurt it. You gently pulled her hair up into a ponytail, using the hair ties Regulus gave you to hold it. You patted her arms when you were done. Luna turned around and gave you a tight hug.

After another hour of the kids and James being rowdy, you were all tired. You stayed true to your word, drying Luna off with her towel while Regulus packed up his bag. With everyone buckled in the car, James started towards whatever food place he picked. The ride back from the waterpark was much calmer and quieter than the ride to. The kids were tired, you were tired, the car was tired. You glanced over at Regulus when you heard him mutter something. You noticed James’ hand resting on Regulus’ thigh. You smiled at that, glad you were all close. James smiled brightly at Regulus, making the car heat up with his joy.

“Well thank you, I like your swimsuit too.” You glanced at the backseat making sure all three kids were asleep.

“Oh, that’s why you invited us to the waterpark. To see me and Regulus half naked. I get it now.” James looked at you through the rearview mirror.

“No, I wanted you guys to have fun, don't soil my good name like that,” James said, giving you a playful glare. Regulus ignored you both, resting his head against his arm on the door. You noticed James’ thumb swiping back and forth in a soothing manner. You smiled at him before returning your attention out the window.

Eventually, you were gently rocking the kids’ knees so they would wake up. When they realized they had the prospect of chicken strips and french fries, they were scrambling out of their seats. You were sat at a round booth. It was more of a fast food than a restaurant place so your wet swimsuit coverups weren’t really a problem. You helped Elliot pick out his meal as James helped Harry. Luna apparently already knew what she wanted, busying herself with the sugar packets.

Your food arrived and you cut up Harry’s chicken strips while James caught you and Regulus up with what was going on with him. You slid Harry’s plate back to him. Elliot handed you the small bowl of ketchup like it was going to bite him.

“Nasty, Rena. I don't want it.” You nodded, taking it away. You set it between you and James so Elliot wouldn’t have to look at it.

“Oh thank you.” James dunked one of his fries into the bowl. You weren’t going to correct him and tell him you didn’t do that on purpose so you just smiled. You checked on Elliot, seeing him chomp into his chicken strips, tearing it away. He rawred before chewing properly. You put together that he was probably pretending to be a dinosaur. His favorite was a velociraptor. He liked that they looked like ‘stupid chickens’. You glanced over at Luna. She was chowing down on her burger. She ordered for herself. She did a great job too. Luna was very well-spoken, she seemed to have a big vocabulary. It probably had something to do with living with a writer. Especially a writer like Regulus.

You tore off a corner from your paper napkin. You rolled it into a ball before chucking it at Regulus. It hit him square in the forehead. Regulus set his fork down, looking down at the paper ball in his lap. He looked up at you and James both smothering your laughter. He reached over and covered Harry’s eyes before flipping you off. Elliot was luckily under the table getting his crayon off the floor. James dropped his fry. Regulus picked up his fork taking a proud bite out of his own fry. You ignored the fact he was eating fries with his fork and that he passed it to Luna.

“What about Luna?” James asked. Regulus removed his hand from Harry. Harry glared at Regulus before picking up another chicken strip.

“Oh, I already sawed that. Uncle B said it means I love you but Uncle Rosie told me the truth. Uncle B likes partial jokes.” Luna said, matter of factly. She kept her eyes on her burger before taking a bite. Regulus nodded at her.

“Practical, not partial. You used the phrase practical jokes correctly though. Good job, Lue.” Luna smiled with her cheeks full at Regulus. You understood why her vocab was so big now, it was Regulus. Elliot rawred again, making three claws with his fingers to pick up his chicken strips.

You were all strapped into James’ minivan and on the way back home, in no time. The kids were entertaining each other in the backseat. James had his playlist softly playing in the background.

“We should get together just us,” James said. Regulus looked away from his window raising an eyebrow at him.

”Is that not what we just did?” Regulus asked. James shook his head.

“No I mean like we should go on a for real date, not a playdate that we happen to flirt in the background. We go out just the three of us. Maybe not the waterpark though.” James explained, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I want to but it’s kinda hard getting a babysitter.” You said, looking between them. Regulus turned around to make eye contact with you.

“Elliot could spend the night at my house, I have like a thousand free babysitters,” Regulus said, waving his hand through the air.

“What will Uncle B teach my kind how to say fuck in every language?” You teased. Regulus pressed his lips togehter.

”He’s actually not that bad, he’s really good with kids. He just also has an odd sense of humor.” you squinted at Regulus. ” It's alright if you don't want him to babysit I can have Evan and Dorcas babysit. Evan is just as insane as Barty but he lowers it while around children. Barty doesn’t. Docas is super cool, she’ll probably teach Elliot how to sword fight with wrapping paper tubes.”

“Docas does sound sick.” You muttered. James cheered.

“See we can go out for real, Regulus you do the planning this time.” Regulus nodded at James.

“I actually really like planning, I wish I had my joural. I would’ve taken notes.” Regulus sadly muttered. Once you were back home, Elliot passed out on the couch. You smiled at him clutching his car to his chest. You were excited for Regulus to call you and start his planning process.

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bigbandithewada · 9 days ago

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Feeling like putting down my find so here is

JV/Ant Davidson Timeline

(Can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on all info, can’t guarantee no bias no projection, not using there full names because guess what, so less info about them together if you google their names together my blog appears on the 1st page)

JV was raised in Switzerland. Did math and computer science in Switzerland. He found out he needed an engineer background to enter F1 so went back to England to get a master in that. Got to work at BAR(later Honda, Brawn, Merc) eventually. (He had a billion interview on him hustling his way to BAR but that’s not relevant to the story here)

Ant was raised in a middle class family. Went to Karting with brother and he was more interested and started to compete in Karting. He worked his way to Formula Ford and was lucky to get a sponsorship( the sponsor bought a house and let him lived there). His sponsor talked to him about career choice, at that time, test driver made a decent amount of money and that f1 seat seems a bit too distant. So Ant ended up in BAR around the same time as JV

Well JV was not that much of an engineering guy. His job going into Honda was a combination of some data analysis, coordination between departments and some engineer. There was no proper strategist job back in the days so he just bounced around. (The untold interview he said he was suppose to fix an electronic problem on the front wing, Evan Short ended up doing that. Not saying that he knew nothing but inferring from his other interview, he definitely needed help). (Even now strategist have “low” status in the team since only the principal strategist can go to the track and everyone back home’s job is make sure to feed enough info through TR that the principal’s eyes are always on track).

Meanwhile, Ant was doing amazing as a test driver, too amazing that Honda was reluctant to release him to do actual f1 racing. He missed a seat(which team I forgot) but Honda eventually agreed to let him race for Super Aguri in 2007. That team didn’t last.

Then came the Brawn year. Before 2009, JV and Ant were already starting to worry about their jobs and registered a company together. Company never took off because here comes Brawn GP.

After the championship, our champ Jenson was scheduled to do victory laps in the factory for the fans but he already buggered off to McLaren. Ant did the laps and JV was his engineer for that.

Then came the Merc years.

Ant was doing a bunch of different things then: racing in WEC, driving the Merc simulator and later became a sky sport host. Ant missed the chance of winning a championship(he also missed a podium due to bad luck in 2007) but he got one eventually. When Alonso returned to F1, Ant interviewed him asking if Alonso remembered them racing against each other in WEC, Alonso did not remember. Ant also did Jenson’s retirement interview. Ant also did some interview later saying he was too nice to be competing in this shark tank of f1, nice guy can’t win races.

JV was doing a bunch of different things in Merc as well. He was in charge of simulator, junior team, esport team and development data analysis software for premier league(honorable mention: he wrote the drivers code of conduct in 2016 to prevent Lewis and Nico fighting). Ant was a reliable simulator driver, JV was working a lot with Ant at that time(JV didn’t need to be present for the crowd strike thing but he was there…) (Also they Merc’s equipment to tune cars for their friend’s Karting league, naughty boys). I want to believe JV cares about drivers he works with, especially junior team (he went up to hug Esteban Ocon(Merc junior driver) after his 2021 Hungarian gp win(Merc strategy was a disaster that race)

Ant said JV is one of his best friends. He phoned JV a lot during the Honda and Brawn years. Ant also texted JV to ask for technical details when he started to comment for Sky( Ant joked in 2023 pre season test that JV is getting to busy with his TP job to reply to his texts). JV also bugged Ant for a VIP pass during Ant’s LeMans years. JV had spent time with Ant’s family doing barbecue for JV’s birthday. JV is Ant’s kids’ god father.

Projection time: Brawn and Merc years treated JV so well he probably is a bit idealist about things now. The stuff he said at Williams make sense if your work experience is a streak of championships. JV will probably never get a reality check so hard the way Ant exit F1(divorce? Idw). Knowing they are good friends make me happy.

(Some source from Ant’s deleted twitter account)

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setsuuestsu · 1 month ago

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After the Trip

Note: I’m so sorry this literally took like 4 months to complete.

Sickie Hoseok | Word Count 7177

There was a knock on the door of his hotel room.

“Hoseok-ah, will you be ready to leave for the airport soon?” Sejin asks. “The car just pulled up out front.”

He glances at the clothes meticulously placed around the room. If he quickly folds them into his suitcase, he could probably be done within the next five or so minutes.

“Coming!” he calls back, scurrying around the room first grabbing the socks he had hanging up to dry on the hotel lamp and the shirts he had folded and set on the desk. He places them in his suitcase (color-coordinating them, obviously) and then sets to work on the rest of his clothing. Five minutes later than he said he would be, he opens the door to the room and greets Sejin, who is standing outside holding two coffees with a suitcase and a carry-on bag next to him. One of the two coffees is handed to him and he bows gratefully to his manager.

The older man shakes out his hand, most likely tired from holding the coffee for so long. Hoseok feels bad. He issues an apology, but the elder is quick to shake it off. “Are you ready to leave now?”

Hoseok nods, holding up his carry-on bag (Louis Vuitton obviously) and his suitcase (also Louis Vuitton). “I’m ready! Do you need me to carry anything for you?”

Sejin smiles. “That won’t be necessary, Hoseok-ah. I know you’re still tired from your performance.”

That assumption is absolutely correct. It was only two days ago that he had performed at Lollapalooza, starting ten minutes early and ending ten minutes late because of how anxious he was. Thank God Jimin had come to support him, because he would not have had the energy to perform. His maknae had left the previous day, however, having had schedules to return to. And then after his performance, he flew to New York for some very important business.

“Try to rest on the plane.” Sejin says. “You have a schedule to return to once we get back. I wasn’t in favor of it, but …”

Hoseok understands. He is an idol, after all. He just wishes he could have a small break. But with the Busan concert drawing near, he knows it’s not feasible to ask for time off.

They make it to the elevator and step inside. There’s a mother and a small child inside already. Hoseok awkwardly slides past them and heads to the back of the elevator with Sejin in tow. The manager looks almost comical in his large (and this is by Hoseok's standards) sunglasses and Hawaiian print shirt, despite them being in Chicago at the moment. The little girl is coughing and sniffling and Hoseok cringes, leaning more against the wall.

He internally panics. He doesn’t really get sick easily or often (excluding if one of the other members gets sick, since they’re all always together, so that doesn’t count) but he’s just done a long set and he’s exhausted and feeling weak already. A cold on top of that would not be pleasant.

But maybe it’s allergies. He shouldn’t jump to conclusions. It’s an elevator, it might be dusty. In fact, Hoseok feels his own nose start to tickle a little. He rubs it with his knuckles, willing the tickle to go away.

It takes a moment, but he’s good now. The kid coughs one last time before the elevator doors open, and everyone piles out.

He spots the car almost immediately, the black contrasting to the rest of the cars lined up outside of the hotel. The driver hops out and assists Hoseok and Sejin in piling the bags into the trunk. Once finished, the driver motions for the two to get into the car. The two climb into the backseat and wait as the driver buckles himself in.

Hoseok pulls out his phone as the car pulls out from the area of the hotel. He opens the group chat he has with the members and snorts softly as he sees some of the messages from Taehyung the previous day.

Thankfully, it’s not terribly far from the hotel to the airport, so he probably won’t be too bored.

He sends a quick text to the group chat to let them know that he’ll be at the airport soon. Of course, the members text back pretty quickly, sans Jungkook who could be doing all of the above right now.

Taehyung: See you soon hyung!

Suga hyung: Safe flight, Hoseokie.

seokjin hyung: Jwee-Hopeeee, let's go for drinks when you get back!!

Hoseok smiles and closes his phone. It won’t be long until he’s at the airport. Then he can spend time with all of the members when they’re preparing for the Busan concert.

Sejin hands Hoseok his passport, an item the managers tend to hold onto now ever since the Namjoon Incident. The two step out and behind them, the car holding his bodyguards stops. Hoseok bows in greeting at the two bodyguards and then proceeds to follow Sejin towards the doors of the airport.

Immediately, he’s met with the sound of screaming. Fans crowd the barricades and he sends them as many finger hearts as he can until he nearly walks into a wall and his security guard has to pull him to the left.

One of the security guards takes his and Sejin’s suitcases and the idol and manager are led to be boarded for first class once they go through passport control and walk through the metal detectors.

“Do you have a mask?” Sejin asks, pulling his up his nose and mouth.

Hoseok shoves his hands in his pockets, frowning when all he’s met with is a bit of lint and a small RJ plushie Jin had shoved in his bag before he had left. “No … I think I left it in my suitcase.”

The manager digs through his own pockets. “And I didn’t think to bring any extras … Maybe we could stop to buy another one?”

Just then, the announcer calls for them to board. Hoseok frantically looks towards the duty free shop and the gate and accepts that he has no time to buy a mask. And yikes, who wants to breathe nasty, nasty plane air???

Sejin looks at him apologetically. “Try not to breathe?”

Hoseok wrinkles his nose and follows close behind Sejin to their seats.

On their flight, there’s honestly a good amount of people flying first class. And by that, the other eight seats are full. Hoseok glances to his left and spots what is most definitely an ARMY as they are holding a Mang plush and he can see them mouthing the lyrics to The Truth Untold.

ARMY to the left spots him and Hoseok holds back a laugh as the person’s face turns red and they frantically wave at them. Hoseok waves back, then settles down in his chair, Sejin across from him.

Behind him, Hoseok hears a mother and her crying child. The mother speaks in a language Hoseok can’t understand and he immediately gives up even trying.

Hoseok turns to Sejin. “Do I offer a lollipop? Would that help?”

The manager frowns. “I think the saying in America is ‘Don’t take candy from strangers.’”

Hoseok nods in understanding, though he doesn’t truly understand. He would love candy …

Anyways …

The child continues crying and sniffling and Hoseok feels bad. He really wants to comfort the child but it is true that he doesn’t know the mother or the child and he doesn’t think they would appreciate some random guy trying to talk to them.

Eventually, the rest of the passengers are boarded onto the plane and Hoseok turns to the screen on the back of the seat in front of him. It’s Rom-Com time, and now he has to decide which one to watch.

The pilot announces that they’re going to take off now and Hoseok buckles himself in.

Thankfully, the child goes quiet and (probably?) falls asleep. Though then, the snoring starts.

Hoseok takes a glance at the snoring child and immediately shoves his headphones on, trying to block out the loud noise. It’s a fourteen and a half hour flight and if there’s too much noise, Hoseok would cry.

The headphones don’t do much, and the child continues to snore.

He very much so wants to scream.

♪♪♪♪

Halfway into the flight, Hoseok feels his nose start to drip. He frantically reaches for one of the napkins he had saved from the last snack the flight attendant had given him.

He blows his nose, taking care to be as quiet as possible so as to not disturb some of the other passengers.

He sniffles, nose ever so slightly still running. He blames it on plane air quality. And if you know, it’s not quite the finest. Plus, now he’s fine.

Maybe he needs a nap.

Another two hours later, he wakes up from his desperately needed nap and his head is aching.

It’s not because he’s getting sick. It’s because of the way he slept. Yeah … that’s it. Neck pillows don’t really work anyways. They’re like … a sandbag for the neck. Not. Comfortable.

He glances over to Sejin, who is currently enticed with some American rom-com. He’s watched that one before. Yoongi had picked it out last movie night, claiming that he had owed Jimin one or something.

That was obviously a lie.

His nose tickles ever so slightly and he rubs at it with the back of his hand. “Heh-hh”

The manager glances over at him, pulling an earbud out. “Did you say something?”

Hoseok wills the sneeze down and shakes his head. “No.”

Sejin goes back to his movie and Hoseok lets out a breath he had no clue he was holding. It’s bad enough to get sick. It’s even worse when other people find out.

And besides, he’s not sick.

The kid with the mother sitting behind him coughs loudly and Hoseok cringes. What is it with kids and germs these days? Is every kid just automatically germ-infested? He thinks to predebut Jungkook and how he would sit with him if his maknae would come home from school under the weather.

The tickle in his nose grows even stronger and he has no time to search for another napkin. He quickly cups a hand over his nose. “HhITSCH!”

A few people glance over at him and Hoseok sinks down in his chair. That was so loud and embarrassing and he’s never wanted to be ejected from the plane more than this moment.

His nose tickles again and his hands frantically fly to cover his face. He tries his damn hardest to stifle, pinching his nose as tightly as he can. “hh-ngxst!”

Unfortunately, that stifle meant that his nose is now frustratingly wet. And he’s out of napkins.

He glances over to Sejin, who once again is engrossed in his movie.

“Hyu’g.” he softly calls, though his voice is congested so it doesn’t come out sounding quite right. “Do you ha’be a tissue?”

Sejin looks up and stares at him for a moment. Hoseok stares back.

He blinks. Neither of them move.

Sejin seems to snap back to reality because once Hoseok’s words echo in his brain, he snaps to action. “Do you want the lotion infused ones or the regular?”

Ah … he feels like Jungkook now. Usually things like this happen to the maknae, not him. But, he digresses. “Lotion please.”

At this rate, if he doesn’t take the lotion infused tissues, his nose is going to be red and feel so uncomfortable. And he feels another sneeze building up in his sinuses.

Sejin digs through his pockets, then seems to realize his movie is still playing. He stops for a minute and Hoseok feels his heart drop. He needs that tissue. He feels so gross.

“Hyung,” Hoseok softly calls. “Tissue?”

Sejin quickly returns to his manager-ish self. He eventually fishes out a little pack of tissues after searching through his carry-on bag. He hands them to Hoseok, who gratefully takes one and immediately holds it to his nose. He sneezes as quietly as he can, and thankfully, no one looks over at him. He blows again, and then once he’s finished, he crumples up the tissue and sets it to the side to be thrown out. He takes an antibacterial wipe and wipes down his hands.

By now, he’s hopefully done.

But as luck would have it, he’s not. An hour later, Hoseok feels a tickle in the back of his throat and the next thing he knows, he’s trying to hold back a coughing fit into his fist. Sejin reaches over and pats him on the back.

From the seat behind him, he hears the child’s voice talking to the mother. “Mommy, that man is being really disruptive.”

Hoseok frowns, forehead creasing. Hadn’t the child cried for like, a hot half hour before the flight? He shakes his head. Children don’t know any better. He himself cried often as a child, his sister always attesting to that.

When the flight attendant brings him his dinner, Hoseok feels a strong tickle deep in his sinuses. He stutters out a breath and then turns so he doesn’t sneeze directly on her, instead turning into his opposite elbow. “Hah-tschh!”

She hands him a napkin, sets his tray down, and then moves to assist the next person. He blows his nose, the sound quite pathetic, and then sniffles. He’s starting to become congested now and despite the few naps he’s taken throughout the flight, he’s exhausted. He feels like he could sleep for days, perhaps even weeks at a time.

Although hungry earlier, now that the food is here, Hoseok really isn’t hungry. He closes the lid on the container of bibimbap the flight attendant gave him and curls up to the side, shutting his eyes once more.

♪♪♪♪

The next time he wakes up, the plane seat screen tells him that there’s four hours left in the flight. He feels even more congested, if that’s even possible, and his nose is running again.

Using his last napkin, he blows his nose, trying to blow as hard as possible, since it’s the last napkin and he has too much shame in asking for some more.

Sejin looks over at him and seems to realize that Hoseok is starting to become unwell. “Is it allergies?”

Can allergens even reach him from his high in the air? He voices this thought to Sejin who nods. “Yeah, pollen can stick to other passengers, or the air may be too dry in here for you.”

Judging by the tell-tale tickle in the back of his throat whenever he gets sick, this isn’t allergies. But one can dream. So in that case, Hoseok shrugs. “Maybe.”

His sinuses tickle and he raises his elbow to his nose. “Heh-ITSCHiew!”

“Do you need antihistamines?” Sejin asks, already rummaging through his carry-on. “I thought I might have packed them …”

Another minute passes, and eventually Sejin emerges empty-handed. “Apparently I lied to myself. Sorry, Hoseok-ah.”

The dancer waves him off. “Don’t worry about it, hyung. I’ll be alright.”

But now he’s a snotty-nosed mess and he doesn’t have any napkins left. Sejin, seemingly reading his mind, waves down the nearest flight attendant. Hoseok quickly shields his nose with his hand so she doesn’t have to see how gross he feels

“Could we have some more napkins?” Sejin quietly asks.

The flight attendant nods. “We have tissues too if that’s better.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened. Were they gate keeping the tissues this whole time? He pleads with his eyes for Sejin to get the tissues instead.

The manager nods in understanding. “Hoseok-ah would like the napkins.”

Hoseok smacks his forehead with his non-busy hand. Sejin bows in apology. “Sorry, we’ll take the tissues. Oh, and another bag of those chips… the nacho cheese flavor? Those were good …”

Thankfully, since they’re first class, the flight attendant returns quickly and Hoseok is graced with soft, soft tissues.

Once he finishes blowing, his throat tickles slightly and he muffles a cough or two into his elbow. Sejin reaches over the aisle and pats him on the back.

“I’m going to return to my work.” Sejin announces softly. “You look tired, so get some rest. But if you need me, just let me know.”

Hoseok knows that the “work” that Sejin is talking about is just another movie, but he gets the point. Besides, the man has already done so much for him.

He nods, eyes threatening to slip shut. “Thank you, hyung.”

♪♪♪♪

The last, final time he wakes up, the first few seconds are pure bliss. But then a headache slams into him full force and he can’t help but let out a groan.

“Shhhh.” the annoying kid behind him says, finger to his lips. “We have to be quiet. Mommy says that it’s time to sleep since we’re almost there.”

The ARMY with the Mang plushie glares at the child. “You can’t say that to J-Hope-ssi!”

The kid blows a raspberry and Hoseok gets scared that this argument will escalate, but thankfully, the pilot calls over the speakers for everyone to put their seatbelts on since they’ll be landing in a couple of minutes.

Hoseok tries to sniffle, but frowns when he realizes his nose is completely blocked. There’s an uncomfortable tickle in the back of his throat and he covers his mouth with his sleeve, trying to muffle the coughs as best as he can.

“Are you alright?” Sejin asks, perhaps finally realizing that Hoseok isn’t feeling well. And maybe Hoseok himself is coming to that conclusion that it’s not just his allergies.

“I feel like I might be coming down with something.” Hoseok admits, rubbing his nose with the back of his wrist.

Sejin frowns. “Does it feel like a cold?”

“Yeah. I feel really stuffy …”

The manager feels Hoseok’s forehead with the back of his hand. “You aren’t warm. Once we get you back to your apartment, I’ll run and grab you some cold medicine. You should be fine in a few days.”

Hoseok nods. All he really wants to do is shower and then sleep and never open his eyes ever again.

The pilot announces that they’ve begun the descent back to the ground and Hoseok sniffles thickly, feeling more and more miserable by the minute.

“Are you buckled?” Sejin asks, glancing down at Hoseok’s waist. When he notices that the idol isn’t buckled yet, he reaches over the aisle and tightens Hoseok’s seat buckle for him. The dancer can only give him a grateful nod as he’s so exhausted despite sleeping for hours.

Once they land, Hoseok can’t really remember what happens. He knows that someone must have grabbed his suitcases because the next time he’s fully aware of his surroundings, he’s in a van with Sejin seated next to him. The elder hands him a pack of tissues that a staff member must have gotten from somewhere and Hoseok is so grateful that he can’t help the tiny tear that slides down his cheek.

“I know Seokjin-ssi wants to go drinking with you.” Sejin jokes.

“Hyung knows I can’t hold my liquor.” Hoseok says with a sigh. “Besides, I just want to sleep until the Busan concert.”

The manager pats his arm. “Don’t worry, we’re heading to your apartment now. We’ll be there in less than an hour.”

Hoseok lets out a congested sneeze in response, pulling out one of the tissues from the little pack. It feels like heaven on his nose and he can’t help himself from grabbing another.

“Can we stop at a pharmacy or something? I don’t think I have enough tissues at home.”

Sejin shakes his head. “We’ll get you home and then someone will go and get them for you.”

“Hyung, it’s okay, I can get them.”

“Hoseok-ah, you don’t have a mask. Someone will recognize you.”

Hoseok sighs, unable to argue with that. He really wants those tissues though …

“I’ll go in and get them.” Sejin offers. He turns to the driver. “Once we get close, could you stop at a nearby pharmacy?”

The driver only nods, and the van is left in silence once more. Hoseok takes this time to shut his eyes. He feels a tickle in the back of his throat and turns to the side, coughing harshly into his elbow.

He must doze off because one moment, they’re only just leaving the airport and now, they’re parked in front of Hoseok’s apartment. Hoseok feels his nose tickle and he lets out nearly a dozen sneezes, all hastily covered and half stifled. Noticing how the driver and Sejin stare at him in concern, he feels his cheeks burn in embarrassment.

The driver takes his bags out from under Sejin’s in the back of the van and wheels them towards the elevator. The manager takes Hoseok by the wrist and gently pulls him to where the driver is. Hoseok hasn’t realized how dazed he is until now.

“What floor?” the driver asks, voice soft.

Wait … he can’t really think straight.

“Um … five?” He guesses.

Sejin frowns. “It’s floor twelve.”

Ehhh. Close enough. He would have made it there eventually.

Hoseok muffles another sneeze into his elbow. His head is starting to feel more congested and heavy by the minute and he really wants to lay down again.

“Almost there.” Sejin assures Hoseok quietly, patting him on the shoulder. Hoseok slumps to the side, resting his head on the wall of the elevator. The manager frowns and feels Hoseok’s forehead again.

“You have a slight fever.”

Hoseok sniffles, coughing weakly. Great.

At last, they reach his floor. Hoseok’s hands are shaking too much to enter the door code.

Sejin rests a hand on his arm. “I’ve got it.”

He enters the code and immediately, Hoseok is hit with the smell of his apartment. It lures him in, draws him towards his bedroom, where he flops down with an undignified huff. The driver rolls Hoseok’s luggage to the corner and bows deeply before leaving. The idol makes a mental note to write a thank you note later once he’s feeling better. Sejin sets a shopping bag down on the nightstand and leaves the room. He comes back into the room a moment later with a bottle of water and then digs in the shopping back and pulls out a bottle of cold medicine. He opens the bottle and presses two tablets into Hoseok’s palm, and then hands him the water. “Take these, okay? You’ll feel better.”

Hoseok nods, swallowing the tablets without hesitation. Sejin sets a box of tissues next to him and then pulls the throw blanket (Snoopy themed) at the bottom of Hoseok’s bed over the dancer. Once he’s finished tucking Hoseok in (the idol was almost positive that the manager would have kissed him on the forehead) , he heads towards the door. “Text me when you wake up, okay?”

“Thank you, hyung.” Hoseok sleepily murmurs.

The manager gives him a soft smile and heads out of the apartment.

♪♪♪♪

The next morning Hoseok feels even worse.

As soon as he wakes up, he’s hit with such a strong sneezing fit, he’s breathless by the time he finishes. He doesn’t have the strength to lift himself up, so he resigns himself to laying in bed all day. By now, he’s only been awake an hour and he’s already half finished with the box of tissues.

On the nightstand to the right of his bed, his phone starts to buzz, an obnoxious ringtone so loud, Hoseok feels like a spike has been driven through his forehead.

After laying still for a moment, contemplating his life choices, Hoseok reaches for his phone and answers. “H’llo?”

“HOBI-HYUNG!” Taehyung yells so loud, Hoseok feels like his head is being squeezed like a balloon. Holy fuck, Taehyung is loud.

“Taehyungie.” Hoseok greets, at a much more respectful volume than what the second maknae greeted him with.

“I heard that you’re back in Korea!”

“Yeah. I got back last night.” Hoseok explains. “I’m still so …” He takes a break to yawn, “tired.”

Taehyung hums. “Are you up for visitors? Jungkookie, Jinnie-hyung, and I wanted to see you as soon as you got back.”

That comment makes Hoseok smile. “Ah, I want to see you guys too. But I’m kind of sick right now. I caught a cold on the way back.”

“A cold?” Taehyung nearly shouts. “And you didn’t tell us sooner?”

“I didn’t want you guys to—“

He hears the sound of the code being put into his door. He sighs and would have facepalmed had he had the energy to do so. He hears the door swing open and the sounds of hurried footsteps on the way to his room. Despite all this, he’s smiling. He really missed his members and even under the circumstances of him being sick, Hoseok is really glad to see them.

“Don’t get too close.” Hoseok warns. “This cold is no joke.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “You could have easily prevented this. It’s summer for god’s sake. Were you even taking vitamins?”

Hoseok pouts. “Of course I was.”

“Jungkook-ah! Go to the store! You know, the one … the one …” Jin starts, snapping his fingers repeatedly, as if that’s actually going to help him remember.

Jungkook bounds over. “Your old brain is acting up again.”

Jin fumes, slapping the back of Jungkook’s head jokingly. “Just remember the store name for me and go there, okay? I’ll text you the list in a minute.”

The maknae grabs his wallet and with a wave of his hand, he’s gone.

Hoseok feels his nose tickle again and he groans. It’s only ten o’clock in the morning, but he’s already ready for this day to be over. He plucks a tissue out of the box and lets out a ragged sneeze. He blows his nose loudly afterwards.

The eldest member pats him on the head. “You sound horrible, HobiHobi.”

Hoseok sniffles, but that doesn’t help at all. He’s far too stuffed up for anything to really help.

Taehyung enters the room again (when did he even leave?!) with a wet washcloth and lays it down over Hoseok’s face. “It’s warm, hyung! It should help your congestion.”

And actually, it is helping a little bit.

“Jungkook suggested it.” Taehyung explains because of course the maknae did. Jungkook was like a walking, talking, breeding ground for cold germs. The poor maknae was down with a cold at least once every month or two. It was an annoying cycle, although thankfully the maknae didn’t really contract serious illnesses because of this.

“Yoongichi and Namjoonie are bringing over some more blankets. They should be here soon.” the eldest says. It makes Hoseok furrow his eyebrows. There’s tons of blankets in his apartment. Why would they need more?

Jin seems to be able to read his expression. “Yoongi-ah doesn’t want to admit that he’s worried. The blankets are his excuse.”

That sounds about right. But of course, Hoseok knows that his Yoongi hyung cares about him a lot.

Hoseok coughs softly, throat tickling no matter how many times he clears it. The coughing gets worse and worse until he’s left barely able to sit up any longer and Jin is eyeing him worriedly, looking as if he wants to step in, but there’s really nothing else he can do.

“Jungkook should be back with some medicine in a few minutes.” Jin finally says. “Do you want to keep laying down? Or do you want to sit up? I think sitting up will be better for your lungs, so I’m gonna sit you up.”

The second youngest frowns. “Why did you ask him if you were gonna do it anyways?”

Jin’s eye twitches. “Don’t you have a wall to talk to?”

“What does that even—!”

Hoseok blocks out the rest of the conversation. Usually he loves the banter between his members but right now, he really isn’t feeling well and all he wants to do is relax and not have to follow along to the conversation.

“Think there’s …” he starts, trying to remember what he was about to say. “I think there’s some cold medicine in the bathroom. Sejin hyung bought some yesterday.”

Jin nods. “Taehyung-ah, go grab it. And some water too, okay?”

The youngest in the room nods and hurries off.

Jin sits back down on the edge of the bed next to Hoseok’s sick, aching body. He starts running his fingers through Hoseok’s bangs and the dancer is so blissed out, he’s nearly asleep. “Sorry you don’t feel well.”

Hoseok hums. “Least it’s after I performed …”

Jin nods and then a moment later, Taehyung returns with the bottle of cold medicine and a glass of water, Yoongi and Namjoon in tow. His fellow ‘94 liner gives him a small wave and a concerned look while the elder rapper immediately rushes to the side of the bed.

“Seok-ah,” Yoongi greets, slightly breathless. Hoseok is confused about that part. Did he run here? “How are you feeling?”

“Could be better.” Hoseok croaks out, then immediately clamps his mouth shut. Does his voice really sound like that??? Yikes …

His younger hyung presses a gentle hand to Hoseok’s forehead with his brow furrowed and a frown crossing his lips. “You’re warm …”

Jin shoves a thermometer from god knows where into Hoseok’s mouth under his tongue and then scowls. “You didn’t tell me you were running a fever.”

There’s a silence as they wait for the thermometer to beep. Once it does, Jin yanks it out of his mouth in order to read the degree.

“Yah … 38 degrees already.” the eldest sighs and shakes his head. “You really need to take better care of yourself.”

Hoseok goes to pout, but just the action of scrunching his face must make the congestion in his nose shift because now his nose is tickling quite badly. He quickly rolls to the side to where his nightstand is and plucks a tissue out of the box. He holds it to his face and waits for the oncoming sneeze.

“Heh-TSCH!”

Yoongi frowns, patting him on the head. “Bless you, Seok-ah.”

The elder waits for him to blow his nose a couple more times before speaking again. “Joon-ah and I brought you some blankets. And I think there might be some throat lozenges that we may have brought too.”

“Thank you, hyung.” Hoseok says gratefully, his voice cracking every other word. He must sound so pathetic.

Yoongi smiles, gummy and small. “Don’t mention it.”

Jin frowns. “There’s too many of you guys in this room! Namjoonie, Taehyungie, go home! Hoseokie needs his rest! And we’re still waiting for Jungkook-ah to return, god! Text Jimin-ah to not even show up at this point, I can’t believe he’s even late for this, Jesus Christ! Can make it to Chicago on time but not one building over from his my ass!”

Hoseok’s congested brain can’t even keep up with how fast his hyung is talking. He sniffles a couple more times and then reaches for another tissue. His throat tickles again and once he’s finished blowing his nose, he’s thrusted into another coughing fit.

“Shoo!” Hoseok can make out Jin yelling before he collapses against his pillows, too tired to continue sitting up and following along to the conversation.

“Close your eyes.” Yoongi whispers, tracing his fingers down Hoseok’s cheekbones and over his forehead. “Jungkook-ah is still shopping and he’ll be back with the soup ingredients in a while. I’ll wake you up after Jin-hyung and I are finished.”

Hoseok nods faintly and that’s all he remembers before he fades out.

♪♪♪♪

The sensation of his forehead being traced once more brings him back to consciousness.

He keeps his eyes shut, relishing just how cooling the hand on his face feels. He lets out a tiny sigh and shifts in the bed slightly.

The hand moves down to his eyes, which he hadn’t even realized were burning a bit from having been so exhausted earlier. Then, to the bridge of his nose, maybe in the hopes of loosening his congestion? It ends up doing just that, though not by much, but enough that he can breathe just a bit easier.

And then a finger is tracing down the slope of his nose. Hoseok feels his breath hitch and his nose twitches. He needs to sneeze, and he needs to sneeze now.

He weakly reaches his hands up to gently swat the hand on his face away. He prays that whoever it is (most likely Yoongi due to the hand size) won’t feel offended.

It isn’t much longer until Hoseok is sneezing, a congested sound due to just how stuffed up his nose is. It must be messy because Yoongi(?) presses a tissue directly to his nose as the second sneeze bursts out of him.

“Bless you.” Yoongi murmurs, waiting for Hoseok to blow into the tissue. He crumples it up once the dancer does and tosses it into the trash can into the corner of the room.

Hoseok sniffles, feeling just as miserable as he was when he fell asleep. He slowly opens his eyes, which are slightly watering. Yoongi is sitting next to him, body angled above Hoseok’s to the side and he helps the dancer sit up.

Once he’s sitting up, Hoseok feels the dizziness set in and he thinks he might be running more of a fever now. The congestion shifts in his nose and it isn’t long before he’s stifling a string of messy sneezes into a tissue. Yoongi starts running his fingers through his hair again, then hums softly. “You have a fever again.”

The dancer groans, but that irritates his throat, so he quickly shuts up. His nose is running again, even though he had just blown it. Yoongi presses another tissue to his nose and Hoseok blows into it, having lived with Yoongi for so long that he’s not even embarrassed at this point. The elder fixes Hoseok’s blanket so that it’s tighter and more around him and Hoseok nods gratefully.

“Are you hungry?” Yoongi asks. “Do you want some soup?”

Hoseok shakes his head. He feels a pit in his stomach and it’s making him nauseous. “No… what time is it?”

The elder glances at his phone. “Around seven o’clock. You’ve been asleep for the last couple of hours.”

Hoseok brings the corner of the blanket up to cover his mouth as he coughs. He really feels worse than he did yesterday. He sniffles, but he can barely breathe through his nose since it’s so blocked. “I wanna go back to sleep.”

The elder rapper nods. “Okay. We’ll be here when you wake up, okay?”

Hoseok nods and then he’s fading out again.

But sleep doesn’t really come easy.

♪♪♪♪

He’s back in Chicago in his trailer. He’s just seen J. Cole and although he couldn’t get a picture or even get his idol to notice him, at least he got to see him (from a distance).

At least he’s here, breathing Chicago air and representing BTS and furthering the name of the group. Although Jimin couldn’t make it, he had gotten many “good luck’s” from his members.

“Becky G just cancelled.” his manager states. “She got held up at the airport. We’ll just use a backing track, okay?”

Hoseok nods. They had made a backup plan for this scenario just in case she couldn’t make it and while it was a bummer, it wasn’t out of the ordinary that a featuring artist wouldn’t be able to make a performance. Artists are busy people. “Should I keep going with the choreography and keep it the way it is?”

His manager shakes his head. “No, we have another choreography planned for this. We don’t have time to teach you so follow the backup dancers’ lead.”

Huh?

All he can do is nod, however, because managers know best. He’s ushered to the corner of his trailer and handed an outfit to change into. It’s a pale pink and long, skin-tight hot pink pants. Hoseok holds in a breath. Were his and Jin’s wardrobes switched back in Korea? Was Jin now practicing in the outfit Hoseok had decided on for his performance. But there’s no time. He’s going to have to wear it.

“You look so ugly!” one of the makeup artists exclaims once he’s done changing. This brings in a crowd of staff. “Get his makeup done immediately, I can’t look at him like this!”

Another woman ushers him to a chair and quickly pushes him down. “Quick, quick. I need to fix your eyebrows. I might have to wax them a little.”

Hoseok whimpers. He hates the feeling of being waxed, despite having dealt with it for many years as an idol.

“Fix his nose.” one makeup artist looks at him in disgust. “He has a huge pimple.”

Immediately, Hoseok covers his nose with his hand. He doesn’t feel anything …

“No time!” the manager yells. “He’s late! He needs to be on stage now!”

Hoseok’s wrist is grabbed and he’s yanked out of the chair and out the door of the trailer. His manager pushes him onto the lift that’s going to spring him onto the stage and starts a countdown on his fingers. Hoseok closes his eyes and sucks in a breath.

“5 … 4 … 3 … 2 …”

Hoseok braces himself.

He jumps and it feels so freeing and when he lands he’s going to sing and he’s really so excited to see …

No one.

There’s no one there.

The field is empty, it’s so empty that the security guards left. All of the park is closed down and inside, he can hear the faint sound of laughter.

Is he being laughed at? He really doesn’t know.

His heart drops and he feels like crying. Why is no one here? Is he really that disappointing? He slowly walks down the stairs attaching his “box” and the stage. There really is no one here.

Then, he hears footsteps behind him and he spins around. Maybe this is all just a prank. Maybe everyone just happens to be in on this prank.

“Look at you, so disappointing.” his manager says, tutting at him.

Another person walks up and Hoseok can see that it’s Jin. “Didn’t you wonder why we couldn’t be bothered to come to Chicago with you?”

Hoseok reels back. That stings. He opens his mouth to reply but the entrance of another person cuts him off. This time, it’s his fifth grade math teacher and he has no clue how she got here.

“Still so stupid.” she snarls. “Couldn’t do anything right back then and certainly can’t now.”

“-seok.”

“No son of mine will dance on a stage.” his dad spits out.

“-seok.”

“So ugly, why did he even take his mask off?”

“-Hoseok”

“Why can’t he be more like me? Mom’s traveling to work without us just for him?”

“-up…!”

Hoseok lets out a sob and he falls to his knees as the people crowd around him and he claws at his hair and his chest is heaving and he can’t breathe and …!

“Baby, wake up!”

Hoseok’s eyes slam open and he knows he’s crying because he can feel the tears running down his cheeks and maybe it’s the fact that he feels infinitely worse that’s making him cry or it was just his nightmare but he really doesn’t know and he wants someone to hug him so badly.

Jin is staring down at him, brows creased and he looks so worried that Hoseok just wants to pat him on the back and tell him it’ll be okay, but he really doesn’t know.

His head pounds and he can barely see straight. He coughs and his chest hurts. The congestion is also worse too and it feels like his nose is on fire.

“We’re getting you help.” Jin says, a hint of panic in his voice. “Just relax, okay? Yoongi-ah is bringing the car around.”

He can’t recall if he says anything in response or not. Maybe a groan slips out but either way, Jin just looks even more worried. He feels his body being picked up and he’s carried somewhere, most likely the car.

Whoever’s driving drives fast. Hoseok finds himself shivering and immediately, someone helps him sit up and he’s leaned against someone really warm. He’s thankful for that.

He feels a burning in his chest and then he’s coughing, and it’s like he can’t stop. He’s gasping for breath and everything’s so hot, hot hot, and he feels like passing out.

“Stay with me, okay?” Jin murmurs, worried. He’s sitting with Hoseok, so they must be in the backseat, and he gently pats Hoseok’s cheeks. But it’s not really working and Hoseok can feel himself slipping away anyways.

The next time he really knows where he is, there’s two strangers looking down at him, who he presumes to be a doctor and a nurse, considering how they’re dressed. They must swab him or something because his nose feels like it’s burning and then he’s sneezing once, then twice, then three times and it takes him a few more seconds until the tickle eventually goes away.

He shivers despite the hoodie he’s wearing. It’s large on him and it smells like Taehyung, so it must be Taehyung’s. He buries his nose into the collar of it and shuts his eyes once more. Jin rubs his back and he appreciates it. He feels so awful.

The doctor must have left the room for the swab results because he comes back a moment later and Hoseok is finally, finally, gaining some awareness. Jin helps him sit up, but then his chest is heaving and he has to double over into a coughing fit.

“You have the flu, HobiHobi.” Jin says worriedly. “Did you feel that bad?”

Hoseok frowns. They already had the results? How lucid had he not been?

Jin seems to realize his confusion. “You were really out of it for maybe a half hour give or take. You’re a bit dehydrated, so until you finish that IV bag, you’re not going anywhere.”

The door to the room slams open and a wild looking Yoongi hurries into the room. “Is he alright? Is it pneumonia? Where is he!”

The eldest member pats Yoongi on the shoulder. “He’s right here. It’s a pretty bad case of the flu, but he’ll be okay.”

Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief. “You really worried me, Seok.”

“Sorry, hyung.” Hoseok murmurs, feeling the congestion still building up in his nose.

No one speaks for a moment. Hoseok listens to the hum of the machinery and it starts to lull him to sleep. He’s feeling better with more fluids in him, and maybe this time he won’t have any nightmares.

A hand cards through his hair and that’s it until he’s finally closing his eyes.

#bts #sick!hoseok #hobi #snz #hobi sick #bts jhope #jhope #bts sickfic #so sorry this took forever

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An Unforgettable Birthday

The sun had barely risen when Alex Cabot was already awake, busy with preparations. It was Y/N's birthday, her girlfriend, and Alex wanted it to be a special day despite their busy work schedules.

At the office, Alex had coordinated with some colleagues to discreetly decorate the conference room with balloons and banners before Y/N arrived. She had ordered a cake from one of the best bakeries in the city and bought a meaningful gift: a silver bracelet with a small heart-shaped charm.

When Y/N arrived at the office, she suspected nothing. She was focused on pending cases and the day's responsibilities. Alex, trying to contain her excitement, greeted her with a quick kiss and a smile.

"Good morning, sweetheart. Ready for a productive day?" said Alex, trying to keep the surprise.

"Yes, as ready as always," replied Y/N, returning the smile. "Although I wish I could spend more time with you today."

Alex winked at her. "We'll see what we can do."

As the morning went on, Y/N immersed herself in her work, unaware of the preparations in the conference room. Alex exchanged a few quick messages with Casey Novak, ensuring everything was ready for the big moment.

Finally, just before lunch, Alex approached Y/N's office. "Hey, can you come with me for a moment? I need your help with something in the conference room."

Y/N nodded, curious. "Sure, what's up?"

"You'll see," said Alex, taking her hand and leading her down the hall.

When they reached the conference room, Alex opened the door wide and let Y/N walk in first. The look of surprise and joy on Y/N's face when she saw the festive decorations and the cake was priceless.

"Happy birthday, my love!" exclaimed Alex, hugging her from behind.

"Oh my God! I didn't expect this," said Y/N, her eyes filling with tears of happiness. "Thank you, Alex. This is amazing."

At that moment, Casey Novak entered the room with a bottle of champagne and a wide smile. "Happy birthday, Y/N! Alex really outdid herself this time."

Y/N laughed, feeling overwhelmed by the love and attention. "Thank you, Casey. This means a lot to me."

Casey joined them, opening the champagne bottle and pouring three glasses. "To many more happy birthdays," toasted Casey, raising her glass.

After the toast, Alex took a small box from her pocket and handed it to Y/N. "I have something else for you," she said, watching her girlfriend's reaction closely.

Y/N opened the box and saw the beautiful silver bracelet. "Alex, it's gorgeous. Thank you so much," she said, kissing her tenderly.

The rest of the afternoon passed in an atmosphere of joy and camaraderie. Y/N enjoyed the cake and the laughter shared with Alex and Casey, knowing she had wonderful people in her life.

At the end of the day, as the office lights dimmed and the bustle of the workday calmed down, Alex and Y/N stayed a few moments longer, enjoying the peace and each other's company.

"Thank you for making this such a special birthday," said Y/N, cuddling up to Alex.

"Anything for you, my love. You deserve the best," responded Alex, holding her tightly.

Together, they left the office, ready to face anything, knowing that their love and mutual support made them invincible.

#Alex Cabot #Reader #Y/N #Casey Novak #Casey #Alex #CABOT #NOVAK

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Metal Hammer - July 2015, interview with Till and Peter

The most unusual and at the same time most exciting constellation of the year is clearly Lindemann. Peter Tägtgren (Hypocrisy, Pain) and Till Lindemann (Rammstein) teamed up to record the debut Skills in Pills, which was already hotly debated online, between Pärlby in Sweden and Berlin. The result: a monster of an album and a band that might even have a medium-term future. Till and Peter tell Metal Hammer in a personal conversation what Lindemann means to them.

Fun turned serious - but not quickly, but after years of dancing around each other. The Lindemann protagonists Peter Tägtgren and Till Lindemann tell us how much time and work went into the country from the idea to the initially unplanned album.

A few years passed from the initial idea of the band Lindemann to the final implementation. Did you take this time to get to know each other personally?

Peter: Not only that, but we also needed the time to coordinate our schedules. We've been friends since 1999 and met up as often as we could, talking on the phone or texting. Two years ago I attended a few Rammstein gigs in the run-up to Wacken, Till invited me. We met and he said that he had a break soon and we could realize our project. That's how it all started, initially with just one song.

Till: Before we started we met in Sweden at the Bravalla festival, but friends and family were there and we only got to talk briefly. I said: «After Wacken I have a break of about one and a half to two years, then let's do something together. "Somehow Peter didn't really want to believe in it, because this promise had existed for almost ten years. But a few days after Wacken I actually called him. I said: "Send me what you have. » Four weeks later I got a file and worked on it for a few days; this became 'Ladyboy', the first track. I think Peter was a little confused at first. I said, «Let's get some opinions on the internet. » Peter didn't do that, but sent me more files. It went in quick succession.

Then did you meet?

Till: No, that didn't happen until five or six songs later. At first, ideas were simply sent back and forth.

Peter: Till wrote lyrics and I wrote music.

Till: I worked with my Logic system, he with Pro Tools. I loaded his stuff into my system and worked on the chants. You have to admit: the first demos were pretty terrible. Still, somehow we suddenly had five songs, so the question came up: EP or mini-disc? I refused to think about more, but Peter said: «Let's make a full album! » However, I didn't find the idea that exciting. Then I visited him in his studio and from then on I kept commuting back and forth. That was great, almost like a weekend vacation. I was always otherwise busy during the week, but from Friday morning to Sunday evening I was able to be with Peter at the Abyss Studio. His studio is right on a lake, it really was like being on vacation.

Did this pleasant atmosphere in Peter's studio help the project a lot?

Till: At least it helped not wanting to shorten the studio time because you don't like the place. The atmosphere there was very good, even if the studio is pretty gross. (Laughs) Somehow everything came together, it was the perfect work situation. In addition, it went really fast, because Peter brought an incredible amount of experience with him. I explained to him how I like to work. After that, it only took us a few weeks, a few sessions, until it really clicked.

How do you feel today that it is certain that there will actually be an album and a band and that it is completely different from what you are doing with your other projects?

Peter: To be honest, we can't really enjoy it yet. Before that there was no record company, no management, nobody involved and that was nice.

Till: It wasn't easy for Peter to go public, to present things and to get reactions to them. I, on the other hand, had a good feeling from the start. For me, this mixture of gothic and metal, which meet here like a big accident, was very exciting.

Was it clear from the beginning that the sound would be like on the album and the lyrics would be sung in English? Or how was this mix found?

Pete: I have no idea. Learning by doing, I would say. Originally we just wanted to do a song or two together. Everything else only came about because we were further inspired by the lyrics or music. It was kind of a Ponzi scheme. The only thing that was clear was that we wanted to differentiate ourselves from Rammstein and my projects Pain and Hypocrisy. With Till, of course, as far as Rammstein is concerned, this is only possible to a limited extent. But working on the lyrics was very interesting because for Till it was like a kid in a candy store, with lots of new words, lots of new phrasing. We often laughed when he sang something. Sometimes even before he started singing, because he always had to sit down on the sofa because something didn't work. I then said: « Come on, let's try it », only to find out from time to time: Oh God, that doesn't work at all!

Till: Of course I wanted to explain to Peter what the lyrics are about.

Peter: Sometimes he sent me a text to one of my music files. On other occasions, I would just get lyrics he sang on his smartphone in the bathroom and then build a song around them. So we tried different ways.

So completely different than you normally work.

Peter: Yes, completely different. There was no pressure at all, we just experimented.

Is that the great freedom of this album? That you could do whatever you wanted without pressure from other band members or the record company?

Peter: And without any pressure from the fans. You could just try everything and do the craziest things.

Till: For me it was like when we started a new band project and Rammstein was still very young. You just play around, everything is allowed, it's like freestyle, there are no limits. Whereby: With Rammstein there are no limits, only expectations on the part of the fans, i.e. artwork, music, concerts. Now it's an open field in the middle of no man's land.

In which it's also a lot easier to decide things because there are only two people involved instead of five or six.

Till: How right you are. For me it was a great relief.

Now that the music and lyrics are finished, how was the visual impression, i.e. photos and artwork, fine-tuned?

Peter: The ideas came from Till. I only helped a little in this regard.

Till: We simply distributed the tasks. Everyone did what they do best. I brought this experience with me from Rammstein. Peter dived deep into all the production parameters while I took care of the visual design.

Peter: All ideas went back and forth and were discussed, regardless of whether they came from me or from Till. That was the easiest way for us. The first photo session in October was great fun because we had no idea where this was all going. There were four photographers present.

Till: We had an idea...

Peter: Not professionals from big companies, but friends. Stefan Heilemann turned out to be the one who was supposed to do the main work for us. The others were then selected for press photos et cetera. Then Till took the photos and edited them. A crazy result!

To be honest: Nobody would have expected Till Lindemann and Peter Tägtgren to work together. But now that the result is in and there may even be more records to follow, this seems to be the perfect combination: Till as lyricist and singer, Peter as composer and producer. Why did you have to wait so long for such a collaboration?

Peter: Because we simply had too many other tasks to do.

Till: Every project has its very specific time. I was pretty sure of it. Even my colleagues have already commented: "Whenever he's bored, he goes to Peter Tägtgren and makes music with him. » I had had the idea in my head for a long time, I just didn't have the time. For me it was and always will be: Rammstein comes first. But it was also clear that at some point I would do this project with Peter. I had clear ideas of what to sing to that rolling wall of guitars, bass and sequencer. Because that's exactly what I appreciate about Peter's music and his compositions. I wanted to do it even better than himself, and we're not talking about the lyrics, we're talking about the vocal melodies. And when one day you realize that these visions have actually come true, it gives you a really good feeling.

So there's only Till's vocals, but no voices from Peter, right?

Peter: Right, that's what we thought from the start. Till is the captain on the ship, on THIS ship...

Till: Yes, on THIS ship, you have to say that.

Peter: For me, this experience is also a real relief and would also be the only conceivable solution on stage. I'm so tired of being the front man. And Till is one of the world's best. I can hide behind him. For me this is the perfect situation because I can concentrate on my music and the production. When you divide things up like we do, only good things can come of it. When I do my other projects there are always many things I have to consider. You only notice that a few months after the release of an album, when you realize: crap, I should have done that differently. With Till we are, to a certain extent, two producers who both know exactly what they want. We always find a match; everything we decide makes sense.

Now that you know each other a lot better than you did ten years ago, there must be traits in each other that you weren't aware of before, right?

Peter: Till is the biggest crybaby I know. (laughs)

Till: All day long.

Peter: We're like brothers who fool around all day.

Do you fight over details, vocal melodies or the like in a project like this? Do you have to seriously deal with it?

Till: In the beginning, of course, everything is pure sunshine...

Peter: Like in a young marriage: I love you. (Laughs) And then later: You bloody carrion, I hate you!

Till: The dispute will probably come over the years. We are currently on our honeymoon. No bad words, everything is harmonious and runs by itself.

Peter: The good thing is: I don't care about things that bother Till, and vice versa. He often says: "Do what you want, I don't care. » Everyone has their own role in this.

Are you already thinking about where this project could take you? And how far do you want to push it?

Peter: There are no plans after the album release. We really liked the phase when nobody knew about this project and we could easily think about everything — about video et cetera. We sometimes asked ourselves: should we think like a band? Or should we just make sure it's a cool album?

Peter, did you play all the instruments on the album?

Pete: Almost. Clemens von Crach Angren also played an important role. He helped me out with the violin parts, he also does film music and stuff like that. He is responsible for all the orchestra parts.

Till: Apart from that, Peter played all the instruments, produced, recorded, edited the disc — everything.

Peter: That also made things so easy, because if we wanted to change something in the arrangements, we didn't have to call any band members to try it out.

Till: Peter is an absolute workaholic, he can sit in front of the computer for 14 hours. I have no idea how humans are able to do that. I would go insane in two hours. He was still in the studio when I had to go to the toilet at night. I stood on the terrace and saw the lights on in the studio because Peter still had a problem that was not solved and he really wanted to fix it. His head is always crazy and it is almost unbearable for others.

You've produced so many bands in recent years...

Peter: Yes, I know, and I'm also trying to slow down a bit and enjoy life more. But of course there is always a schedule that needs to be worked through.

Till, what was the biggest challenge for you — singing in English? In Rammstein there are short English passages from time to time, but this time you sing in English throughout. And you know better than anyone else that the German language is massively different from other languages.

Till: The biggest challenge was gaining the necessary self-confidence. I wasn't sure at all. That's why I finally suggested putting something on the internet and waiting for the reactions first. But Peter and a few other people around me encouraged me. First I wrote down words, and then translated them into a singing situation, which was quite strange for me. This gives it a much more international approach right from the start.

Peter: Do you miss German lyrics when you hear the songs?

To be honest: Whenever I hear Till sing in English, I translate it into German. As a German, I associate German texts with his voice. I suspect that international ears perceive this very differently. This could be very interesting.

Peter: So far we haven't had any reactions to it at all. But maybe nobody speaks up because people don't like it. But as soon as the first song hits me, I'm like, yes, that's it! That's really cool! Because it's still very rough. You immediately recognize the attitude.

Till: We overdid it a bit and I tried to get rid of my accent; but somehow he also makes the charm.

Peter: I think that's what people want to hear. You don't want someone who sounds like an American.

That would not fit Lindemann at all.

Peter: Exactly. It would be foolish to change that. The only thing we paid close attention to is correct grammar. So that no " you ist " or something similar slips through to us.

The only question I ask myself after listening to the songs a few times; Is all this meant seriously, or is it supposed to be humorous?

Till: It's good that you're asking yourself that, because then we did it right.

Peter: One should think about it. It's like an open book.

Till: The listeners are forced to read between the lines a bit in order to understand the irony. With Rammstein, the listeners sometimes take it too seriously, so that you are misunderstood. There, too, you should read a lot more between the lines. There is a wide range of what you can sing and what meaning something has. The topics are very complex, and the reactions we have received in recent weeks have also been totally different.

Peter: Every song has a completely different meaning for different people. It was funny to hear how different opinions on a song can be. Sometimes we sat there and thought: Oh yes, that's right, it could actually have that meaning. It's always good to be open to all things.

One of the tracks that most resonates with me is 'Yukon' after reading that you were there on vacation. When you hear the song, you have the landscape in your mind. I could actually imagine how you felt there.

Peter: I felt the same way when I wrote the music for the lyrics. I had his words in front of me and composed the music to go with them, and there was this mood of distance and seclusion.

'Fish On' is also a very lurid number.

Peter: By the way, the song has a very confused origin story. Listeners probably won't hear that, but it was a pretty odd way of coming about this piece. There are very different parts and putting them all together was pretty rad. It just happened while we were experimenting with the arrangement, the verses, the chorus. In the end everything came together. Till had lyrics and wanted to sing them to a click track — but he started rapping like the Beastie Boys.

Till: I said to Peter: «I have a vocal line here and for the first time in my life I would like to write the music to an already finished vocal melody. “My desire was to have the written word first and then compose the music around those words, rather than having to jump on the music and find words to go with it as usual. The only problem was that I was pressed for time because I had to go to the airport. So I said to Peter, "Just give me a click track. » Of course I had no experience with this way of working, especially since the click track calls for a kind of rap singing. The freestyle raps also usually start with a drum loop. So I just sang two verses and had almost forgotten the piece shortly afterwards. But three months later Peter sent me a file with this sequence and its music. It sounded great. As my voice started, I remembered that short singing session again. Peter had even written a chorus. A really great experience.

Peter: Then Till sang the final version and we had a new song.

Till: Some things have been changed, the chorus and the intro for example. We also developed a C-Part, a bit like Lego bricks.

Peter: Half of the remaining pieces were put together like Lego. The longer we worked on an idea, the crazier it got. Over time we became more and more courageous to try really crazy things.

What is the biggest goal you are pursuing with this disc? I guess that in the beginning you mostly wanted to have fun with the songs. But now that it has become a serious project...

Till: It's in human nature that you always want to achieve a positive result with everything you do. Otherwise there would be no reason to do it at all. No one intentionally messes things up. Of course we hope for good reactions. It's not like Nirvana 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' but we wrote a very good album. The entire process of creation was a lot of fun, because everything was created on vacation in a kind of holiday idyll.

Will you take anything from this production with you to Rammstein?

Till: Yes, guaranteed, but I won't tell you that. (laughs)

...possibly the idea of experimenting with English lyrics at Rammstein?

Till: Of course you never know what will happen in the future, but the German language is part of Rammstein. Of course you could check lyrics like 'Pussy' or 'America', but I'll leave that to the German department in my main band. (grins)

And how about you, Peter? Do you take something away from this project for your further work?

Peter: I brought my experience from twenty years of work and thanks to Till I was motivated to become better than ever before. If I had stopped whenever I felt it was good enough, the result wouldn't have been as fabulous as it is now. I also wanted to prove to Till that I can do things just as well as anyone else. It was a helpful kick in the ass.

It's quite interesting that Till as part of a democratic band and Peter as, let's call it a lone fighter, were able to work so well together.

Peter: I don't have an ego, and neither does Till. We just did what we felt was best for each song.

And how do you like, Peter, the fact that this project is called Lindemann?

Peter: The thing was, we didn't have a name for this project.

Till: Tägtgren would have been a great name too.

Peter: After we had finished a few songs, it was clear that we now also need a name. For months we texted each other with silly band names. Some were just for fun, while others were meant to be taken seriously.

Till: It's incredibly difficult to find a good name these days. We had some good ideas like 'Way Outs' or 'Krauts' and for me the perfect name would have been 'Stockholm Syndromes'. We then settled on a single word, but most of them were already taken or had domains already registered on them.

Will we ever see you live somewhere?

Till: We want to wait and see how things develop.

Peter: First of all we have to wait for the reactions to know exactly how big it would have to be raised if we want to do it; so not just 50 people in a pizza shop. We'll have to wait and only then can we decide whether and within what framework we can tour. It's difficult to assess at the moment. But we still have time, the entire summer is available to us for planning.

#Lindemann #Till Lindemann #Peter Tägtgren #Rammstein #interview #translation #*scans #*#long work but it's a great interview #2015

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