#he might not even need microphone BCS HE IS SO LOUD ALREADY

[ryllen]

#twst #twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #okay but DAMN??? THIS RESONATES so well with how they have been interacted with each other???? I ACTUALLY FEEL TOUCHED *SNIFF* *SOBS* #IT'S VERY UNLIKELY but i can't stop imagining SEBEK SINGING IT NOW especially the I HATE I HATE I HATE PART SO HIM AUGHH THANK YOUU?????? #lilia vanrouge #kalim al asim #cater diamond #light music club #fanart #GOD LOOK HOW GOOD HE LOOKS WITH LIGHT MUSIC CLUB #he might not even need microphone BCS HE IS SO LOUD ALREADY #BUT DANG #i mean it could be that the mic is not even ON HFSHDH bcs the club member just wisely thought so #look at this boy having his clothes and hair set up by the club members #HE LOOKS SO GOOD AND YOUNG #MUCH YOUTH #AUGHHHH............... #THE MUSIC CLUB LOOKS SO CHEERFUL AS WELL IT LOOKS SO FUUUNNN AHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! #who knows who knows lilia worked on his influence 'magic' to get sebek to do thiss #augghhh i can dreeammmmmmm

[sour--disposition]

Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts

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harry x fem!reader

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Request: OOoO what if you do one where reader similar to Harry and is friends with talia and the other girls, but has never met the sidemen yet and gets invited to do a drinking video with them and they don’t know that reader can hold her liquor and Harry is at awe watching her smash the drinks and pins after her

please check my masterlist to see if requests are open

“Hey, are you busy on Thursday? Simon wants to know if you’ll be in a moresidemen video”, Talia asked as soon as you picked up the phone.

“Well, hello to you, too”, you laughed into the phone. “Yeah, I’ll just make sure I get my editing done by Wednesday night. Let Si know I’ll be there with you. What are we doing?”, you asked her.

“I think he wants us to do a say it or shot it. They wanted to do a lie detector but they couldn't find anyone to administer it or lend out the equipment”, she said.

“Yeah, sounds good”, you replied. “Just make sure someone tells me when and where, yeah?”.

It was Sunday evening, which meant you had 3 full days to film and edit a video that you were happy to put out. Being a a fast-growing youtuber, you tried to stick to a consistent schedule when you could. Along with streaming most nights, staying on top of your content kept you pretty busy.

“So, if I film tomorrow, I’ve got tomorrow night, Tuesday and Wednesday to edit. Need Wednesday night free for a shower to be ready for Thursday. There��s the stream with Talia tomorrow night and hopefully Gee on Tuesday. If I clear Wednesday night out... Okay. Seems good!”, you mumbled to yourself as you tried to make a game plan for the next two weeks.

Talia: youtube studio space, be there for 11am xx

Me: so im getting peppered mid-day or spilling all my secrets to like 5 million subs? lavely xx

Talia: shut up its bc you love me xx

Knowing you’d set yourself a schedule from tomorrow onwards, you set about enjoying your night. You had a bath, ordered your favourite take away and sat and watched your favourite show. The next few days were going to consist of hard work if you wanted to keep on top of streaming and getting a post-worthy video up by the end of the week.

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By Thursday morning, you had a video you were proud to post, a few more hours of streams logged and were ready to face the moresidemen shoot in all its glory. You met Talia outside the Youtube studio space with a few minutes to spare before the guys were expecting you in there.

“You’ve not met Harry, have you?”, Talia asked as she pulled the door open for you.

“Thanks”, you smiled. “No, I think I might have been in an Among Us video with you lot that he was in, but other than that, no”, you confirmed, holding the next door for the two of you to go through.

“You can’t hide that blush from me by opening a door, Y/N”, Talia grinned, poking at your side.

“Oh, shush. Just because he’s cute...”, you trailed off, walking into large room. Immediately, you and Talia were ushered over to some of the crew, having mics strapped and clipped to you.

“Hey”, Simon said to the two of you as you finished being fitted with your mics. “Thanks for doing this”.

You were both pointed over to a table with assorted bottles on it, two Krox shot glasses and three chairs around it. There were a handful of chairs to one side of the space, a few of the guys already sitting down. “So I’m gonna ask the first questions and then the guys are probably gonna pitch in a few once those are done with”, Simon told you.

You and Talia both made noises of agreement, walking over to the chairs and sitting down. Simon started with his intro to the video, explaining what was going on and who you were. “Okay so, you either answer the question or you take a shot of your choice out of what we’ve got in front of you. We’ve got questions from instagram and twitter, and then our lovely audience are going to be able to ask questions themselves. Are we ready?”.

The questions started relatively tame, most of them were about your friendship with Talia, Gee and Freya or the guys, and most of Talia’s were about her and Simon. You didn’t even think about pouring a shot until Simon had sacked off the instagram and twitter questions for not being ‘juicy’ enough.

“What’s the weirdest sex story Y/N has told you?”, JJ asked Talia. 

“I will take this shot for you if you even consider telling anyone this”, you told Talia immediately. She rolled her eyes as she grinned at you, reaching for the vodka bottle next her shot glass and untwisting the cap. “Thank you”, you sighed.

“Y/N, what’s the story that you won’t let Talia tell us?”, Ethan asked from next to JJ, the two of them breaking out into giggles as soon as you let out a huff. You reached for the closest bottle to you, pouring out a shot and throwing it back straight away.

From then on out, the questions started going downhill. The guys kept it somewhat reined in for Talia, probably out of respect for Simon and knowing how awkward it could end up being with the two of them sat right there. You, though? No ground was left untouched.

Bra size? Asked. Favourite position? Asked. How many one night stands? Asked. Have you ever faked an orgasm? Asked. Ever had an STI? Asked. There were some questions you had to drink to just so they could make it into the video. 

Talia leaned over to Simon, tipsily giggling as she whispered something into his ear.

“Y/N”, Simon stated, setting his eyes on you. “Who’s the best looking out of the Sidemen, in your opinion?”, he asked you.

“Oh, that’s easy”, you shrugged. “Harry”, you answered bluntly. It was only when Talia’s eyes widened slightly that you realised you’d actually said it out loud. You smacked a hand over your mouth quickly. “I didn’t actually mean to say that out loud”, you whispered to Talia.

The guys had broken out into a ruckus behind you, cheering Harry and shoving him around lightly, seemingly amusing Talia and Simon. You were the only one out of the three of you with your back to the boys, and you daren’t turn around now. 

Talia leaned over to you whilst the guys were still poking at Harry. “I only got Simon to ask because Harry hasn’t stopped staring at you since you started drinking”, she whispered to you, sending you a little wink.

“I - er - think it’s about there that we wrap it up”, Simon laughed sheepishly from next to you and Talia. 

You were directed over to the same people who strapped you into your mic to help you out of it. The woman finished fiddling with the microphone on your collar and got you to turn around, bringing you face to face with Harry.

“Oh, hi”, you blushed. He smiled back, seeming surprised you were speaking to him. “I wanted to apologise, I didn’t mean to just blurt that out. I clearly drank quicker than I’m used to”, you laughed awkwardly, reaching up to scratch at your neck nervously.

“Ah, no need”, Harry laughed lightly, scratching at a spot on his upper chest. “You handed the shots really well, if you ask me. Half of how many you drank would have had most of these guys on the floor, it was quite impressive”, he told you with a smile.

“Thank you, I was terrified coming in here that I was going to make a massive fool out of myself”, you admitted.

“It’s part of being on a Sidemen shoot, unfortunately”, Harry chuckled. 

You were both finally released from your microphones and wires, being told you could go on your way by the crew members. Just as you were about to leave, you heard harsh whispers behind you. Turning around, you saw JJ and Ethan both spurring Harry on to do something.

“Uh - er. Before you leave, could I get your number?”, Harry asked quietly, hand returning to the spot on his upper chest.

You smiled, walking over to him and holding out your hand for his phone. “Of course you can”, you told him, typing your information into his contacts. “I better get a text though”, you told him cheekily.

“You can count on it”, he told you, watching as you turned to Talia and linked arms with her before walking out of the studio space.

“I so totally saw that”, she told you, poking at your side with a massive grin plastered across her face.

“Just let me be happy and tipsy, Talia”.

#harry lewis imagine #wroetoshaw imagine #w2s imagine #harry lewis x reader #wroetoshaw x reader #harry lewis #simon minter #ksi #talia mar #sidemen #sidemen oneshot #sidemen imagine #sidemen x reader #uk youtube imagine #imagine #uk youtube

[no-whump-on-main]

Apartment 307-8 (Grabbed by the hair)

Hi guys!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. School and work have been crazy but luckily I'm out of school next week so I'll have much more time and be posting more frequently! Apologies for the short chapter, I have no idea why but it just kicked my butt lol. I tried doing some cool multimedia stuff, I hope you enjoy! This is @sableflynn's BTHB request, grabbed by the hair.

TWs: Creepy, possessive whumper, mention of branding, also this chapter made me sad bc I love my mom and Elora's mom is sad so warning for that lmao

Elora was still lying there crying hours later. The tears had slowed from her initial keening sobs, but they still fell steadily down her face, accumulating in a small puddle on the tile by her head. She could see a bit of her reflection in the salty water; just her eyes, mostly. She saw green eyes that had once been so full of hope and life that were fading, the slow abandonment of hope almost making them gray out. She wanted to lie there forever, staring into her own eyes, until oblivion took her. If she cleared her head enough, she could pretend she was elsewhere, somewhere warm and loving; the blanket draped over her body did help with the fantasy, though she always knew somewhere in the back of her head that it was just that: a fantasy. She was still here. With him.

Clyde tried to give her time to recover, but his patience wore eventually. He began to get antsy after a few hours of watching her lie there, doing nothing but cry. Admittedly, he did enjoy it at first-seeing her so weak, so docile, because of him-but it eventually grew tiresome. Watching each tear drip down into the puddle became like watching paint dry.

He stood up abruptly. Elora was startled by the motion, flinching before stilling and watching him very carefully. What was he going to do?

“Get up,” he said simply.

Elora froze. She still felt sick, dizzy with pain and the lingering scent of her burning flesh in the bathroom. But why would he care about that? Why should she disobey him, when she knew what would happen?

Yet pride and pain got the better of her again.

“I can’t,” she whimpered. She felt weak. “I hurt. You hurt me.”

The piercing sound of a loud, sudden laugh began to echo through the bathroom. It reminded Elora of the laugh of a hyena. She winced.

“Darling, did you not think that was the point?”

Her expression hardened and her heart thumped in her chest. That was the point. She wanted to say something, but her mouth suddenly got dry.

The man simply grinned. “Get up,” he repeated, but she didn’t. She just laid there, dumbfounded.

He groaned angrily, rolling his eyes. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Be that way.”

He gathered up her hair in his hand, locked his fingers in a tight fist, and pulled up. Elora yelped and scrambled to get to her feet to relieve the pain, but he didn’t give her the chance; he carelessly dragged her off, out of the bathroom, through the hallway, and into the living room. She screamed and thrashed wildly, her hands desperately trying to push him away as her scalp burned like fire. Again and again, her feet scraped the ground to no avail, kicking and kicking but never able to gain enough traction to stand as she was mercilessly dragged. The man finally dropped her on the floor at the foot of a worn leather couch, releasing his death grip on her hair. Her hands immediately flew up to her head, applying gentle pressure to her scalp to try to ease the burning pain as she looked around the new room.

The living room was barren, like the man had half moved into it then given up. There was a dusty box in the corner, the couch, a worn coffee table, a small stand, and an old TV. Other than that, it was empty, in an eerie way. The aged carpet spanned the floor like an ocean.

The pressure didn’t do much and Elora dropped her hands, still wincing as the man plopped himself on the couch behind her, the leather making a loud crackling noise as he sat. She whipped her head around as her shoulders raised up to her ears instinctively. The man made a sour face, his features twisting into an ugly frown.

“Relax,” he commanded, forcefully pushing her shoulders down. At first, she tried to wiggle away, but that idea was abandoned when he tightened his grip, clearly as a warning. He grabbed the TV remote from the arm of the couch and turned it on. It started on some history channel documentary about cars, but Clyde quickly flipped through channels until he found the local news station.

A grin spread across his face as he read the blue banner spanning across the bottom of the screen. They were just in time.

UP NEXT: CAPE COD GIRL GOES MISSING; DESPERATE MOTHER PLEADS FOR HER RETURN

His hands wandered to Elora’s scalp and began to gently card through her hair. She inhaled sharply, and it took everything she had in her not to immediately shove him off. Somehow the gentleness felt worse than the pain; the false sense of care disgusted her. He was a maniac. He hurt her, he branded her, and now he was sitting on the couch petting her hair, pretending like none of it happened. It didn’t escape her attention how he set her on the floor instead of the couch, below him, like a dog.

The banner was bad enough, but she felt sick to her stomach when the station cut to a reporter sitting at a desk with a picture of her on half of the screen. It was the picture her mom took of her at the orchard last fall. It was candid; she remembered it. She was intently focused on a butterfly off on a tree, ignoring her mom as she snapped the photo. It was one of her favorite pictures of herself. And now, it was plastered all over the news.

The reporter on the TV began to speak. “Tonight, a desperate mother pleads for her missing daughter’s safe return. Elora Larkin, nineteen, of Barnstable county, Massachusetts has been missing since Friday night. She was last seen walking home from her job at Agathangelou’s bakery, wearing khakis, a black t-shirt, and black sneakers. The police have opened a tip line and are offering an unspecified reward for any information that leads to Miss Larkin.”

Elora felt a lurching sensation in her stomach, so visceral she wanted to throw up. That was her. On the news. Gone. Missing.

Behind her, the man chuckled.

“Look at that, baby. You’re all over New England.”

“I’m not your baby,” she snapped, turning around. But her head was spinning. All over New England? It wasn’t the Cape Cod news station on the TV. It wasn’t even a state news channel. It was entirely unfamiliar, the reporter’s face one she’d never seen.. So he’d taken her across state lines, making her chances of being found lower yet.

The man shushed her and put a finger up to her lips. “Watch.” She almost bit him, but decided it wasn’t worth the inevitable punishment that would follow. Besides, they might say something useful, something that could help her. She needed to pay attention.

The screen changed, and a missing persons poster popped up. Hers.

It was up for a minute before it faded away as the reporter came back on the screen.

“Such a sad story. Everyone in the studio is hoping and praying for her safe return. Unfortunately, vigilance is so important in this day and age. Up next, we have a recording of a press conference with the girl’s mother.

The girl’s mother. Her mother. Elora felt her heartbeat thumping in her chest.

And there she was. Jodie was standing at a podium in a building that had to be a police station. Demetrios was standing by her side, offering support by merely being present. While Elora hadn’t seen him cry even once in all the years she’d known him, he now looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Her mom started to speak. She looked so sad. Withered, like the life had been sucked out of her, from fear and overthinking and sleepless nights.

“My daughter-My daughter Elora has been missing since Friday night. She’s got-she’s got blonde hair, and green eyes, and she’s real tall. I’m sure pictures have gone around by now. She was walking home from work and-and then she disappeared. We were supposed to have dinner Sunday and she never came. It was supposed to be her weekend off. I- If someone has her, please, I’m begging you, let her go. Bring her home safe. She’s a good kid, she works hard, she rescues cats in her spare time...she doesn’t deserve this. And Elora, if you’re seeing this, I love you. I love you so much, honey. If you chose to leave, please just tell us you’re okay. It’s okay. You can go see the world, just tell us you’re okay. And if something-something bad happened, we’re gonna find you. I promise, baby, I love you and we’re gonna bring you home. Promise.”

At that point, she set the microphone down and began to cry, tears streaming down her face as she hurried off to an exit, the cameras following her for a few moments. Elora’s heart twisted in knots. Seeing her mom’s face brought her so much joy, yet knowing how worried she had to be made her feel sick with guilt.

But she promised. She promised she’d find her.

“That your mom?”

Elora stilled. He already knew the answer.

"She’s kinda pathetic. Could barely keep it together long enough to tell them about you.”

She went cold. “Stop,” she seethed. Her voice was eerily calm, given her anger.

"Or what?” he replied, twisting her hair up in his hand and giving it another tug.

Elora was silent. There was no or what. She knew that.

The reporter came back on the screen.

“Well, folks, that’s all we have on the case for tonight. Remember to be safe and vigilant. This has been Hannah Brown with News12.”

The man released her hair, picked up the remote, and turned off the T.V.

“Notice how they only talked about you, not me?”

Elora turned her head around. She was crying.

“What?”

He scoffed. “I said, notice how they only ran their mouths about you the whole time. Never said a word about me. You know what that means? They don’t know jack shit about me. They don’t know who you’re with or where you are. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but we’re in Connecticut. We crossed state lines twice. They’re never going to find you, you know that?

She tried to hide it, but he could see her expression falling with every word he said, hope beginning to seep out of her. She shook her head vigorously, her bottom lip trembling.

“N-no! No, they will, you’re just crazy! You’re just fucking crazy!”

A scowl formed on his lips. “No, they won’t.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but in a split second, his hand was gripping tightly around her throat, cutting off her air. Her eyes went wide.

“No one is coming to save you.”

Elora swallowed, fear bright in her eyes. She tried to rip herself away, but the man raked his fingers across the fresh brand on her collarbone, sending her to the ground, keeling in pain.

“We could’ve had a nice evening if you behaved. Listened,” he grumbled, standing and once again grabbing her hair tightly before dragging her off towards the bathroom.

Tags: @exploringspaceinpyjamas @all-whumped-out @badthingshappenbingo

#bad things happen bingo #whump #whump fic #whump writing #my writing #whumper #human whumpee #possessive whumper #creepy whumper #Elora #elora larkin #lady whump #whump blog #psychological whump #physical whump #apartment 307

[jewels-writes]

bc y’all like it so much, even more bakudeku whump

It was all odd.

Ever since Midoriya had defeated the most recent group of villains, his composure seemed very.. off. Like he was hardly keeping himself together. And the eyes of a certain loud blonde caught on immediately.

It was right after the fight, Bakugou and Midoriya had been put together as partners but strangely, they didn’t mind it. They were equals and easily clicked with each other.

But now, the blonde noticed his partner favoring one leg and clutching one hand to his side. He was horrible at hiding it.

“Oi-“

“Pro hero Dynamight! Tell the world how you and your partner, Deku defeated the villains!” A news reporter popped up out of nowhere and stuck a microphone in his face.

“Excuse me, I need-“

“What are your thoughts with working with a new partner? What will your previous partner, Red Riot think of this?”

“Ma’am, would you please get the fuck out of my face.” Bakugou spat out, looking the lady dead in the eyes. Her expression faltered before backing away from the hero, pushing her camera man along with her.

When he looked up again, his green haired companion was missing.

“Shit, where the fuck did that nerd go?” He mumbled to himself and began shoving through the crowd. “God damnit, Deku you’re injured and now i don’t know where the fuck you are..”

“Bakugou!” Kirishima’s cheerful voice called out from around him and the blonde’s head snapped up to it. “Whatcha still doin here?”

“Looking for that shitty nerd. I need to.. uh.. talk to him about.. something.” He stumbled over his words and it was very obvious that he was hiding something but his friend knew better to pry.

“Oh you mean Midoriya? I saw him going that way a few minutes ago.” As soon as Kirishima pointed to the direction, Bakugou raced through the crowd once more, his eyes angry.

Where the hell was he??

“Thank you again, sir.” That voice.

That was Deku’s voice.

“Oi-!” Katsuki shouted and immediately caught the greenette’s attention.

He looked like shit.

His hair was disheveled and he was excessively sweating. For once, Bakugou wanted to be wrong about his evaluation on something.

“Ka- Kacchan..” Midoriya began. “What are you doing here?” He started fidgeting with the hem of his jacket.

Wait. Jacket?

When the hell did he get a jacket like that? He wasn’t wearing that before.

“Deku. Don’t you dare think that you can lie to me.” Katsuki’s voice dipped and his partner’s eyes widened. “Show me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Show. Me.” He emphasized each word and cocked his head to the side to be intimating. He wouldn’t hurt the little shit but damn he wanted to if it would get him to show him what was wrong.

“Kacchan, you must be seeing things, nothings wro-“ Izuku suddenly doubled over in a fit of sickening coughs that completely wracked his body and he was left gasping for air.

“Damn right Im seeing things. I’m seeing something is wrong with you.” Instead of having a mean or mocking tone, he spoke with a kindness that was even shocking to him. “Please let me help you. Show me what happened.”

Standing back up, Deku wiped the blood from his mouth before slowly opening the coat. And Katsuki’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

“You idiot!” Bakugou shouted and immediately ripped the entire jacket off and brushing his hands against Deku to inspect him for more injuries. More than the already fatal one that he had, at least.

“t’s f-fine. Kacch.. don’t worry about me..” His words began to slur together and his knees became weak. “Can’t even feel it..”

“I know you can, you fucking- fuck wait.. Hey, stay with me. Don’t get sleepy on me. Hey!” Deku’s knees buckled and he fell forward right into Katsuki. On instinct, he caught the boy.

“Mmm, Kacchan is w-warm..” Midoriya’s eyes began to roll into the back of his head when Bakugou began shaking him, hoping the stimulation would be enough to keep him awake.

“Do not fucking pass out on me.”

Because you might not wake up.

“S-so tired..” He was fading. And Katsuki knew it.

Without wasting another moment, he gently set his partner on the ground and ripped up the coat into strips to be used as bandages.

“This might hurt but I gotta slow the bleeding.”

Who was he kidding? He saw how bad he’d already bled out. Why was he bothering to save him?

Who fucking cares?

Katsuki began to wrap the wound on his abdomen. Every few seconds, he’d glance up to check to make sure Midoriya hadn’t passed out.

“I know it hurts, I know.” Bakugou grunted as he tightened the bandages and was met with the pathetic and small whimpers from Deku. “Trust me, nerd, I know. It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Good t-to know..” Deku muttered, his eyes fluttering shut once more.

He was just so.. tired.

“Oh- stay with me. Hey!” Bakugou began slapping his face but there was no reaction other than heavy breathing. “Fucking hell.. Don’t you dare die on me.”

[living-dead-parker]

Met Gala - P.P

Summary: Request - Omg what if stark!reader got invited to a really important event like the met gala or something and brings Peter (her crush) as her date? 

Ngl, I forgot about the crush think while writing this so, they’re dating in this lmaoo sorry

Warnings: cussing maybe, sexual undertones (I might need to do a smut blurb night type of thing if people start sending me requests bc I have some pent up stuff ngl), probably some mistakes

Word Count: 2k

The Met Gala. Such a fancy event. One that your father refuses to go to because the celebrities there only want to be friends so that they'll have security. He refuses to be friends with any of them just to be used for safety purposes. So, he's always putting their offers down. Since they can't seem to get the older Stark, they've resorted to inviting the younger of the two Starks. His very own daughter, and actress, Y/N Stark.

"No, you're not going. They only want you to go because I keep saying no. I've made my donation, their exchange with the Stark name is done," Tony rants as he sees the very formal looking envelope from one of the many sponsors. You roll your eyes and set the envelope down on one of the workbenches.

"Come on, dad. I have nothing to offer them in terms of security! Plus, I'm an actress, so maybe they want to invite me for my work?"

Tony sighs and shakes his head. As much as he doesn't want to agree, he can't exactly deny either. You don't have powers or some kickass suit. You just have basic training from Nat, a phone full of contacts, and money. So, realistically, you don't have much to offer besides great conversation, acting skills, and enough arrogance to prove you're a Stark. Plus, he trusts nothing will happen. Nothing usually happens.

"Fine, you can go to the stupid event. Just make sure to not whore the Avengers out to Rihanna or something," Tony says loudly as you walk out the lab. However, you take the moment to respond before leaving.

"The only person getting whored out to Rihanna is me."

Now, it's the day of the Gala. You're in your room, sitting at your vanity in just a towel and looking over at all your makeup. Peter texts you that he's coming over in a few minutes, and while the idea of him walking in on you is pretty bad, you could not be bothered to actually get up and put on some clothes. You just wanna chill for a few minutes. So, you sit back and continue picking out all the makeup necessities you'll need for your look while singing to some Ariana Grande song. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door.

"Can I come in?" the person -so obviously Peter- asks from the other side of the door. You shrug and respond with a 'sure, come in'. When he does come in, he jumps and stutters as he notices you're in only a towel. A giggle pushes past your lips as you turn to look at him.

"Don't be startled, Parker. This isn't your first time seeing me naked," you flirt. Peter rolls his eyes as he throws himself onto your bed, right next to the large bag he'd laid out on the mattress. You turn back around and put away the items you knew you would not need. All the while, Peter scrolls through his phone.

After a few minutes of just listening to music, Peter sits up, looking over at you. "So, the Met Gala? Are you sure you want me to go?"

Another giggle escapes your lips as you stand up. He watches as you walk over to him. He slowly becomes nervous as you rest your hands on his shoulders. You stand between his legs and press a kiss to his cheek.

"Of course I want you to go with me. I'd rather you go with me than anyone else. I trust you to make things fun," you tell him as you grab his chin, making him look up at you. His slight frown turns into a full-on grin and you can't help but wanna kiss him over and over again. He leans up and presses his lips to yours. You move closer to him and when his hands feel the thin cloth covering you, his eyes go wide and he stops.

"We should probably stop before I get even more excited. Because then I really won't wanna go," Peter jokes as he stands up. You giggle at his sudden nervousness. He smiles as he moves to the en suite restroom, mentioning something about a shower.

When Peter comes back out, he sees you're in some panties and in a strapless bra. You have your hair done and you're finishing up your makeup, adding on some nudish-pink lipstick. You stand up and walk over to your closet and grab the hanger with a bag over it. Peter walked out with his hair already slicked back, smelling like his cologne which you loved so much. He has on some boxers and some socks on. You also have a pair of black heels in your arm. You set the heels on your bed and open up the hanger with the dress in it.

The dress is a long, rose-gold gown. It has a long train, extending for a good five feet. The bust is covered in diamond sequins and the dress is pretty form fitting. After a good few minutes of getting the dress on -who needs stylists?- you turn to Peter to ask for help. However, when you look at him, you see him putting on the jacket to his suit. It's an all-black suit and it fits perfectly tight on him. You're almost breathless as you look at him.

"Holy fuck," you say breathlessly. Yeah, Peter's a real cutie, and you've seen him in some sexy outfits, but this. This is next level. This is the type of Peter that could boss you around -because quite frankly, you don't like being bossed around- and you'd have no problem getting on your knees for. When Peter looks up at you, he begins to blush. He takes notice of your stunned expression and then his breath is taken away when he looks at you in the dress. Neither of you are completely dressed and you're already wanting to undress each other. You both have too much power at once. "C-can you zip me up?"

After a half hour of helping each other get ready and making out, you take note of the time, seeing it's already 6:30. The red carpet starts at 7:00, so leaving five minutes ago would've been a good idea. You call for Happy and once in the car, he speeds off towards the event venue.

Upon arrival, you see so many artists. So many musicians, actors, business owners, fashion designers. Peter is left stunned by all the big names in the room, leading to the red carpet. At some point, you have to remind Peter that half of those people don't even care to be there, so just chill. So instead of him freaking out over everyone, he stayed close by and held on to you. Maybe it was so he could make himself look cooler, but he's literally Spider-Man and he's already cool as is, it's just too bad nobody knows.

"I'm gonna say it this one time, but I'd suck Shawn Mendes' dick," Peter tells you as you both see him up ahead the red carpet. You nod eagerly in agreement. Peter laughs at your eagerness.

"Vanessa Hudgens, couple feet up. If she had a dick, I'm sure it would be colossal," you tell him. Vanessa Hudgens is a beautiful person and you have a huge crush on her. Peter agrees, commenting that she looks cute. Suddenly, a woman is calling you over, so you drag Peter over to where the woman stands in front of a man holding a camera.

"Now we're here with Y/N Stark, actress, and daughter of Tony Stark," the woman says. You smile and shake the woman's hand as she looks over at Peter. "Who do you have with you here?"

"This is my boyfriend, Peter," you say as the camera pans over to Peter, who shyly waves at the camera.

"How adorable. Now may I say, you both look absolutely amazing. How are you feeling tonight?" the woman asks.

"Totally nervous," Peter accidentally too loud. His eyes go wide and cheeks go red when he realizes the microphone picked that up and that the question was meant for Y/N and not him. There he goes, making it about him.

You giggle as you gently squeeze Peter's hand. "Yeah, like he said, totally nervous. This is my first big event like this. The only red carpets I go to are movie premiers or my father's expo, so I'm not totally surrounded by such big names often. It's wild."

"Now, how did Peter know you before getting together?" the woman asks. Your relationship with Peter was public for sure, but nobody really knew who Peter was. They just know you have a boyfriend and that's about it.

"We'd gone to school together and then he became an intern for my dad, so we spent a lot of time around each other."

After a final question, you and Peter go back to the carpet where you both get tons of pictures taken of you. After a few boring pictures, you and Peter decided to have fun with it. So, for each photographer, you'd take one normal picture and the rest would be the two of you making dumb poses. It started with it looking like you and Peter we arguing, followed by one where it looked like you were punching Peter, even one where you hold bunny ears up to Peter's head. Some of the photographers had fun with it, others seemed annoyed by it, but neither of you cared. You mostly did it to calm Peter's nerves and it really got him out of his shell.

"So I wanna play a game with you guys," some guy interviewing you asks.

"Sure thing, we love games!" you say.

"Alright. Fuck, Marry, kill. And the three names are Shawn Mendes, Ed Sheeran, and Drake."

Peter sighs and you do too.

"Okay, fuck Ed, but the room would have to be pitch black," you say, causing Peter to giggle. However, he nods and ultimately agrees with you. "I speak for the both of us on this one, but Marry Shawn Mendes, that man is beautiful and we're both crushing on him,"  you say. Peter lets out a groan in agreement as he says yes. "And then kill Drake."

"Had that one prepared, huh? How about Ariana Grande, Vanessa Hudgens, and Selena Gomez?"

"Fuck Ari because she's hot and awesome, marry Vanessa Hudgens and kill Selena Gomez," you say.

"I'd have to switch and say fuck Vanessa, marry Ariana, but I'd still kill Selena," Peter says. You nod, giggling at the end.

"Final round, Avengers edition. Thor, Black Widow, and Captain America."

"Fuck Thor, marry Thor, and kill none of them," Peter says loudly, proudly, and excitedly. The fact that he was so quick to answer, so sure of it made you cackle.

"I couldn't pick any of them, they're like my family. As a kid when they started coming around, though, I probably would've said marry Thor, fuck Nat, and kill Steve."  

After that, you continue through the red carpet, ruining more pictures. People started to walk with you and Peter as well. You'd walked with Rihanna for a few minutes, joined Kendall Jenner and Gigi Hadid for a few minutes and any other model, actor, or musician who would randomly walk up to you. Most of them seemed to be genuine in their intents, but there was always that one person to ask about your father, so you had to quickly shut them down. In the end, you and Peter finally reach the Metropolitan Museum and in there, the two of you walk around and laugh at the art.

Soon, the night comes to an end, and you call Happy to pick you up, asking him to make a stop at the nearest McDonald's. He obliges, despite not wanting to. Once you reach the tower, you head up to your bedroom, Peter in tow with the food in hand. It wasn't too long after eating the two of you fell asleep, any plans to tear each other's clothes off each other long forgotten.

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[cloudbeom]

Fanmeet

warnings: rude fans

Genre: Slight angst; fluff; crack

Summary  : when BTS has a female member, public shows are both a problem and a blessing

A/n: I had so much fun with this just the thought of y/n and the boys doing a fansign gives me the uwus as well anon! Enjoy! (Requests are still open)

Add on : sO,, if anyone is wondering what ‘Ethereal’ is, it’s a solo song the Igirl made! I just thought it was fitting bc Jimin goes Serendipity, Gukkie goes Euphoria, Tae had Singularity, Jin has Awake and so on, so i thought, why not??????

Add on pt 2 : when you see (Y/member’s last name), it means ur ship name! LMK what YOUR ship name is!!

masterlist

"Be polite, smile a lot, don't give personal info, don't be rude even if the fans are rude to you, show interest in them, don't make things look so serious, and don't disappoint" the event manager said, Bangtan all nodded enthusiastically

"We haven't got our seat arrangements yet" Hobi wondered out loud

"Let's rock paper scissors it" you suggested, placing your water bottle down as everyone smiled and gathered around, the staff thinking that it was only fair rather than assigning random seats.

"Win or lose, rock paper scissors!"

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"Hello ARMY!" Namjoon said as he walked out, waving at the fans who were screaming when we got out, standing close at the front "Welcome to our love yourself fan sign!"

"We are so glad you could come here today.." Jimin said, smiling "There are so many of you~ I can't wait to meet you all!"

"I hope we will have a great time meeting each other today" Yoongi said, "It's been so long and you all have been waiting"

"I'm so excited!" Jungkook said, looking at the screaming fan girls "I see so many pretty girls in line already!!"

J-hope started dancing "I wonder if I'll meet my soulmate~~?" He said, making almost the whole area of Army to scream. Tae chuckled "One of them are the screaming ones" He said, looking at the girls and waving at them.

"Without wasting anymore time! Let's start, shall we?" Jin said, winking charmingly and caused two or three girls to almost pass out. Yikes.

The seating arrangements were, Tae went first, followed by Jimin, then Namjoon, next to him was Jin, then it was Jeongguk, and then me, and Yoongi was next to me, followed by Hoseok last.

There was a short 5 minute break for the fans who was getting ready to meet the idols. While the break started, You looked at Yoongi and grinned.

"What's wrong with you?" He said, chuckling as he grabbed his marker pen.

"I'm just very excited, I feel so nervous to meet them" You said, laying your hand on the table.

"Aren’t they supposed to feel that?" Yoongi replied, looking at the fans who were checking their albums and making sure everything was okay. "This isn't your first fan sign after all"

"It's not my first, but I'm sure as hell not good at it" you sigh, taking a sip of your water "I just hope whatever bullshit I deal with today is not as bad as last time"

"You improved a lot, y'know" Jungkook said, lightly squeezing your hand under the table "Plus, you're in the middle of Yoongi Hyung and me, if any fans are threatening-looking, I know for a fact that Yoongi hyung will give them a proper ass-whooping" He said which made Yoongi nod casually as if it was normal, and that made you laugh.

Not long after, the first row of fans started coming.

"Hello!" you said and the first girl smiled when she reached you, you grinned and took her book from Yoongi and flipped it open to the page you were supposed to sign, there was a sticky note there, and a question.

Who's your favorite member?

I chuckled, writing 'all, can't choose :)'

When you turned to the girl, she was blushing like crazy, you held her hand, "Are you okay-"

"YOUR MY BIAS AND MY BIAS WRECKER AND MY BIAS BIAS BIAS WRECKER AND I LOVE YOU" She said, squealing, alarming the boys and your manager, but they laughed it off, seeing it wasn’t a threat. You chuckled at her behavior and squeezed her hands, glad there were fans like her who loved you.

"Thank you so much, but don't tell anyone that, especially Jin" You whispered secretly and closely as if it were a secret, and she started giggling "Promise me okay~?"

She interlocked her pinkie with yours, and you both laughed as she was told to move next, you handed Yoongi her book.

"(Y/N) SSI!" A fan yelled from below, you smiled as you looked at the crowd who were filming you and decided to do a heart aegyo just before the next fan came to you.

"Anyeong!" The next fan smiled, handing you her album "Can (Y/n) ssi tell me how she stays so beautiful?"

You chuckled "Beauty is in the heart, I would thank my stylist for the appearance" you said, signing her book and writing notes on it.

"But how does (Y/n) Ssi handle being in a dorm with seven handsome oppas??" She asked, you leaned in closer to her and grabbed her hand.

The girl giggled at my response "What's your name?" you asked

"Jae Hwa" She smiled, you wrote it on her book, with a couple of side notes.

"Well, Jae Hwa, you are very lucky because I might invite you to the dorm one day so you can feel it yourself" you winked, she squealed and thanked you for making her day as she moved along.

"I wonder where my favorite red hoodie went, last time I let (Y/n) ssi stay with me, it disappeared" Jungkookie said to the mic, pretending to think as fans started laughing.

“Implying something, international playboy?" you asked, raising your eyebrows jokingly as you propped your elbows on the table to lean front and look at him "I'll give it baccckkk, you stole my heels and I didn't even whine about it!"

Army's laughed at Jungkookie's embarrassed expression, hiding his blushing face, you patted him on the shoulder and chuckled as the next fan came to you, a present in hand.

"(Y/n) ssi, this is for you!" She said, placing a flower crown on my head "I love Ethereal so much (Y/n) ssi, You are such a great singer!"

"Thank you so much~" You said shyly, opening her book and saw her note

When is (Your rap name) going to have another collab with Agust D? I Love you both TT

You chuckled, writing ;Please wait for it noona, and I love YOU!!

She giggled as she took the book back, waving at you and you waved back.

Another fan came along, but she passed you, with a light but audible scoff. You sighed, it's not the first time, but is sucks A LOT to be hated on by ARMY's who only loved the boys.

Yoongi had noticed the sad look on your face and gently took your hand under the table while talking to her, his jaw clenching and you lightly squeezed his hand, telling him it was okay and was fine with it.

"Why did you skip (Y/n)?" Yoongi blurted out, the Army looked confused.

"Yah, who is (Y/n)?" She asked, but before Yoongi answered, she moved on to Hoseok, who greeted her with a sunshine smile, either oblivious to the situation or was trying to retain a good image.

The Army below seemed to notice and was smiling and doing hearts at you, while some of them were blowing kisses "FIGHTING (Y/n) SSIIIII!!" they yelled, as if feeling your pain, you gave them a heart back, telling them you truly appreciated their support.

The next fan came to you and Jungkook, a bag in her hands "Here! This is for (Y/n) unnie and Kookie oppa! Eat a lot and share okay!" She smiled, giving us the bag. Inside were full of sweets and chocolates that made your and Guk’s eyes lit up, enough to make you both forget about the nickname she had called you.

"Ahhhh, Kookie needs to cut off his sugar, thank you sweetie!" You joked, taking the bag and putting it under the table, Kookie whined like a baby

"Buttttttttt!" he said, pretending to cry as he pouted "Noona, (Y/n) is so mean to me" He said, turning to the girl as she giggled at the both of you, the army screaming  '(Y/KOOK)!'

Jungkook proceeded to talk with the girl, and you looked at Yoongi, who had was smiling at a camera, and decided to join him, the Army smiling when we both did and aegyo together "Thank you (Yoon/n)!" She smiled as you blew a kiss to her.

"(Y/n) ssi" The fan that gave you and kookie the sweets said, smiling at me, you gave her my full attention. "My name is Seo Yun" "That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl" you smiled, signing her book and answering her question

If (Y/n) and her hyungs had a fight, who apologizes first?

Both of us. But usually it's me because I can't stand fights TT

I gave her back her book and she smiled "(Y/n) ssi is so caring!" She gushed, you laughed and patted her cheek.

"I just think that everyone in this world deserves chances" you said, she smiled and thanked you, moving onto Yoongi.

Surprisingly, everything went swimmingly after that. You received more gifts than you received during your first fan sign, and you had only encountered less rude ARMY’s than you had thought you would, thankfully security had thrown them out and Yoongi didn’t have to do what Jeongguk had called ‘ass whooping’. And in the end, you and the boys were enjoying every second of their fansign.

You yawned and covered your mouth as you laid your head on Jeongguk’s shoulder, he lifted his shoulder and your head fell, you repeated your actions but Jeongguk had shrugged you off again “YAH KOOK!”

Jeongguk had a playful ‘come get me’ grin, but you were having none of his bullshit, so you faced Yoongi, and he had a ‘don’t even think about it’ glare

“Are you tired (Y/n) ssi?” An ARMY asked you, and you shook your head, picking up your microphone

“No no, my head is just heavy” You said casually, making Jin snort.

“Everyone, what do you call a sleeping bull?” He asked, making ARMY curious and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“A bulldozer” Jin laughed, and Jimin bit his lip, as if telling himself ‘don’t laugh, don’t laugh’

“What do you call a sleeping Dinosaur?” Jin asked again, looking at Jimin this time, Jimin picked up his mic.

“Enlighten me, hyung”

“Dinosnore”

Jimin, being Jimin, actually burst out laughing at the stupid joke and your sighed loudly, why is it always like this at fan signs? you could’ve sworn he told that joke already before.

You we’re having so much fun talking with ARMY that when the last person came, you actually felt really sad.

“No, NO COME BACK :(” You cried when she moved to Yoongi because time was up, Yoongi took the album from your hands and you hissed. “I will miss all of you!”

You pouted as you sat there, waiting for the last ARMY to move down the stage so you can do your last group photo and say goodbye.

You actually enjoyed today and that was why you were so sad to leave them, most of them had been really nice to you and gave you great gifts, so when everyone finished taking a photo and wanted to leave, you had shouted in the mic “ARMY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” which they replied with screams twice as loud.

Namjoon had to drag you so you would stop blowing your signature kisses to them and you cried dramatically as Namjoon (With the help of Hoseok) pushed you behind the curtain backstage.

and as you walked down, you could hear still hear the ARMY’s shouting that they love you as well.

You placed a hand on your heart, ignoring the boys laughing. Yeah, you’ll look forward to fan signs from now on

#bts #bts 8th member reader #bts x reader #bangtan sonyeondan #Kim Namjoon #Kim Seokjin #Min Yoongi #Jung Hoseok #Park Jimin #Kim Taehyung #Jeon Jeongguk #Kim Namjoon x reader #Kim Seokjin x reader #Park Jimin x reader #Min Yoongi x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #Jung Hoseok x reader #Igirl Idol

[peachyjie]

Half Past Three - Pt.2 || Zhu Xing Jie

|| Part 1 ||

Warning : you may suffer and be miserable when reading the part 1, I’m telling you bc I myself cried when I wrote it. No jokes, and go to Ashes when you’re done n love zzt. Pls.

A/N : No, I did not plan to update this last part this long. It’s been in my drafts since the Part 1 was posted *sorry Huba* and basically I’ve been busy with requests. So here we are peeps, the part 2! And happy 200 *that alr passed like 5 days ago???* Just enjoy :>

Requested : No, but a lot had asked about the existence of it so here it is ya’ll!

Pairing : Zhu Xing Jie - Reader

Genre : angst + slight!fluff

Summary : The feeling of losing someone will always hurt the most, but what about the feeling of seeing the one you lost suddenly came back?

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He flicks his phone off for the fifth time, a soft sighs left in between his lips. He stared at the now darken screen, hesitant. “Just make the call”, Xingjie whipped his head towards the voice. Wang Lin Kai

5 months

The same sad gaze the younger always give him after the tragic break up. He remembers when he told them about his decisions, all 3 pairs of eyes give out the same reactions.

Pain, sadness and disappointment

He remembers the voice that echoes in his mind, everyday haunting him. He tried everything to forget. He hope he did the right thing.

He tried to make new works but are all the same, they ended up in the bin.Everything is killing his light. He was pressured, he lost it. He spent months coped up in his own studio, away from any interactions. It was so bad until the point Linkai and Yankai had to dragged him out.

He almost gave up. Almost

He remembers seeing Linkai slamming a paper on the table, staring at the older male. “Ge, let’s go. From square one. You, me, Yanchen-ge and Yankai”.

And here he is now, close yet so far from his spotlight. 4 months ago, he told the younger that the furthest he would probably survive till the 2nd elimination. But here he is now, standing tall and lean, walking to his own hope.

Maybe you are right, maybe this is his time.

Xingjie grabs his jacket and ran out out to the breezing night sky. He yelled out, trying to get the heavy sick feeling out of him. He’s weak, fragile and vulnerable.

Selfish

He’s really selfish. From the pin point of sacrificing his dreams, to losing every hope he has in his career. It ended up making him breaking the string with you, thinking everything will go smoothly.

He didn’t trust you, your words. It was too imaginative thinking one day he will achieve it. Driving him to the edge of giving up, on hope and on his dreams. Yet here he is now, a step closer to acknowledgements. 

He was the one who promised he would stay by your side, supporting each other. But he was the one who ended the us, yet he is selfish enough to want you back in his life.

He stared at the midnight sky, empty. The last night before the Final, and he was desperate. He needed this chance, his last one. He needed you

Drawing random lines on the window pane, you expect nothing. You had it the worst. When he broke it off with you, your life drastically change. Your energy depleted, you lost your own appetite, your mind would always wonder to god knows where and your heart kept aching for him.

Odd, you could say to yourself. It was amazing how a certain feeling could change so fast. One day both of you are really in love with another to even think about breaking up. Then the next day the nightmare happen, yelling and excessive tones thrown to one another resolving to the string being cut off.

Hence, you could never forget about it. You chose to stay on your spot and let time heal it. But it seems like time was also playing with you. 5 months and you felt nothing change. You only felt yourself weaken, being miserable.

Until your phone rang, and it’s from him

Silence, none of you tried to speak out. Afraid, too scared both of you might even break by opening a mouth. Both of you can hear each other’s heavy breathing, the lumps coming in stopping any words from coming out.

“It’s half past three, why aren’t you in bed?”, he started first. You almost choked hearing his voice after so long, the soft tone laced in concern. You wished you could laugh but you knew this was already enough to break you.

“I could say the same to you”, you said back almost in a whisper. He chuckled weakly, breaking a small smile even if you can’t see it. He sighed.

“Come to my Finals tomorrow”, he said. You stayed silent, unable to think of an answer. Xingjie probably noticed this, but he wasn’t ready to give up. He’s desperate, he needs this. He needs you to be there

“We miss you. Linkai, Yanchen, Yankai and me.”, Xingjie choked out. He knows you can feel his desperation through the line, but he didn’t care. “Come to my Finals tomorrow. Please”

You were sobbing, tears a little by a little slowly falling down your face. Trimming lines that shines by the moonlight’s light. “I miss you”, he said as a final. Waiting for your answer, the heavy feeling in his heart.

And the bullet hits him too hard. “I’m sorry, Jie. I can’t”

He didn’t know what kept him hoping, what made him think you’re playing a sick joke just to surprise him. He thinks you’re playing with him.

Because in every stage he performed in the large stage, he would search. Even until the time he stood waiting for the Final’s announcement, he searched. He didn’t care how impossible it was to find you in that many sea of people. He still searched.

Until the end of the show, he didn’t find you. He didn’t see the familiar pair of eyes that belongs to you, you never came.

He felt sick downs itself in him, he felt like a sore loser. Because once again, his light went off. He didn’t make it. He lost his chance again.

It didn’t take long for him to lose his light, but it didn’t take too long for the light to come back. People started acknowledging him, see him in a bigger perspective. As if a new gate opens up for him, his life changed.

People started to know who he was, what he really does. Things are actually going well. His music are known and it pushes him to do better. He felt a new glint of light passing in his dark road.

But that wasn’t enough. Xingjie is an idiot, an idiot filled with regret. He felt lost and empty, there’s still a hollow in his heart. He started to feel the intensity of the torture more and more. He should’ve trusted you

But was it too late?

You couldn’t help but smile at his success. You knew he can do it and he finally did. He may think you didn’t even care, but you still supported him even after the breakup. Knowing he went to another show to start from one again, you tried your best on helping him.

Seeing him going up each day sent you flying. You’re proud of him, he finally did it. He got to grasp to his dream, he found his light to lighten up his own road.

You couldn’t even ask for anything more.

Xingjie was laughing with the other trainees as they were practicing for the event later on. He felt loose and content everyone is getting the light they deserved on to. Yanchen took a bottle of water and gave one to him, Xingjie accepted it and nodded as a thank you.

“Make the call”, Yanchen said of out the blue. Xingjie just screw the cap and put the bottle beside him and sighed. “It’s no use, it’ll be just like last time”, he stood up trying to proceed on practicing again.

It wasn’t until Yanchen grabs his hand, staring at his Ge with a slight glint in his eyes. “You never know if you don’t try”, and lets the older one go.

And there he was, standing once again on stage. He felt the pride slowly hugging his figure, the content smile on his face. How much had he longed to stand on it, performing. He had his fun, he made it all last.

Trying his best to sustain the longest memory on stage before going back, to another pause wondering if there is another one after this. He longed for it

Microphone on his hand, he smiled at the sea of people who are staring at him in adoration. He smiled wider. The shine in his eyes was back, he felt content wanting this moment to last.

Then that’s when he saw, he met the pair of eyes that’s so familiar to him. The same eyes that would crinkled in his own dumb jokes, the eyes that always stares at him in adoration, but also the eyes that’s staring at him full of pride and love right now.

You

You came. Xingjie didn’t know anymore, he was frozen. Then he was laughing, trying to compose himself but he felt like he’s losing it. He didn’t care, you actually came.

You locked eyes with him, a banner covering half of your face. Your eyes crinkled as you smiled too wide noticing his own laugh. You see him staring at you again, those eyes that you always love. He stared, soon a wide smile is on him again. Mouthing the words he sees on your banner, he laughed a little again.

I knew you could do it, I love you

The same glimmer and light on him never once faded, he just shines brighter than ever. Once again he made a song you knew that was dedicated to you. He locked his eyes to you once more, he mouthed.

Thank you

You smiled, the feeling never changed. Both of you got separated but yet like a magnet was drawn back to one another. He thought he lost you forever, but who knew you came back to him anyways.

When you went back home ready to wash up and go to bed, before your phone rang. You smiled, the same time like last time. You slide to answer, your heart swelling.

“It’s half past three, why aren’t you in bed?”, you laughed. Loud and in content, no aching heart this time. He chuckled, adoration and love in him.

“Come back to me now, Y/N”

#9% #idol producer #nine percent #zhu xingjie #idol producer scenarios #idol producer imagines #nine percent scenarios #nine percent imagines #9% imagines #9% scenarios #9 percent scenarios #9 percent imagines #zhu xingjie scenarios #zhu xingjie imagines #written scenarios

[stinkyies]

realized i can't not be with you

rating: pg-13

word count: 3,887

summary: dan and phil are crew members on fall out boys tour

notes: i had to scrap my original fic idea bc it was kicking my ass and i didnt think i would be able to finish it and i never wrote something that long before so i wrote this instead in about a week and i would love to thank @yourfriendlyblogstalker for being my beta (for both fics) and having to deal with my shitty grammar (for both fics like this girl deserves a medal) written for @phandomficfests tour fic fest

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Fall Out Boy, Mania Tour, US 2017

“Soundcheck on Hold Me Tight. Is the band ready?” Marianne, Fall Out Boy’s stage manager asks.

The four men on stage look at each other and give her the thumbs up. As she turns away from them, she squints up at the lighting and sound booth that is so far away from where she is standing.

“Lighting, are you ready?” She asks into her headset.

“One sec,” Phil replies into the microphone in the booth, pressing and turning some buttons and dials on the board, “one of the controls isn't working but I almost got it.”

She rolls her eyes and even though Phil can’t see her from the side of the stage, he could sense that she did it. She changes the channel of her mic and says something as she flips through the pages of her clipboard. She changes her channel back to reach the booth at the back.

“Sound, are you ready?”

“Yeah just helping Phil with the lights,” Tyler says while fiddling around with some of the wires.

“Tyler if you're on sound, why the hell are you helping with lighting. Literally, the one thing you said you couldn't do tech-wise at your job interview was lighting.”

“Chill, I'm literally just handing him the wires, I think I can manage that.”

“You better be able to manage it.”

Tyler and Marianne have this whole bit where they pretend to hate each other but they would probably take a bullet for the other. The little time they have known each other somehow created this insane friendship that Phil wishes he had. Well, he obviously has friends, but he never really found someone he was able to click with like they had. Tyler and Marianne are practically soulmates without the actual romantic love involved. Maybe Phil’s just that lonely.

Just then, a tall man with a mess of brown curls comes running up to the booth holding a box with a bunch of wires hanging out of it.

“I found a bunch of these in the back of the venue.”

“Dan, did you steal those wires?”

“No, Tyler, I simply took them without permission. Besides I can just put them back after the show is finished.”

Dan doesn't realize how close he's standing to the booth microphone because suddenly, Dan admitting he stole like $2,000 in lighting equipment is loudly echoing off of the walls. He's pretty sure most of the venue staff heard him say it.

“DAN, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO?” Marianne screams so loudly that she doesn’t need to talk into her mic. It’s practically as loud as Dan’s theft confession. Meanwhile, the band on stage is practically laughing their asses off. They are lying down on the ground clutching their stomachs because this is too goddamn awkward and it shouldn't be this funny but… it is.

“Well, the system needs an 850P wire and our only one broke so I found a box and…. Ya know…. Just snagged one?”

“Dan, Phil just said the controls aren't working. He didn't say we need a new wire.”

“Yeah but it wasn't working because it wasn't the correct wire,” Dan pushes Phil and Tyler out of the way. “I got this.” Dan rummages through the box and pulls out the correct one. It’s tangled with a bunch of other wires. “I can't get this unknotted. Phil, can you help me?” Phil nods and grabs the wire where Dan is holding it. Their hands brush together. Well barely brush together but Phil swears he felt something electric. Then again, it might have been the wire. Phil unknots it and hands it back to Dan.

“Thanks,” Dan says with a smile. A smile that makes Phil weak in the knees. A smile that you can’t not fall in love with. As Dan turns back and rearranges the wires, Phil is blushing like a teenager. Tyler looks at Phil and smiles as he rolls his eyes. Tyler beckons Phil to bend down and he whispers in his ear that “we need to talk at lunch.” Phil nods and looks back at Dan. Dan plugs in the wire, plays with some dials, and lights turn on.

“Finally!” Dan's smile is huge. Phil thinks it's adorable that Dan is getting this excited about stealing a wire and fixing the system. He’s always found Dan attractive, since the start of the tour, but since Dan switched from sound to lighting, he's all Phil can think about. Before Dan would just be backstage playing with the amp volumes. Now he's in the booth with Phil and Tyler. Phil already knows one thing about the curly haired man.

He's fucking gone for him.

They have an hour for lunch so Phil and Tyler decide to walk to a diner with a few other people. And Dan. Phil had to drag Dan along because Dan just wanted some pizza but he convinced him to come with them. Dan agreed but some of the other people in the group wanted Dan to join them and Phil let him go. He didn't really know the other people so well but he wanted Dan there in case he got the courage to talk to him. Besides him and Tyler needed to talk anyway.

About him.

The second they both sit down at their little table, Tyler starts to talk. After the waitress took their order of course.

“How long?”

“How long… what?”

“Phil, stop trying to divert the question. C'mon,” he lightly shoves Phil in the shoulder. “Spill.”

“I mean I always kinda liked him but… this is the first time I get to actually interact with him without having to actually go up to him?”

“I'm ashamed of myself. I usually catch on to these things quickly.”

“I am good at hiding myself.”

“That's why literally everyone thought you were straight until you said you wanted to fuck Thor a little too loudly that night.”

“Don't remind me. They still don’t stop tormenting me,” Phil says putting his hands in his face over-dramatically.

“On the bright side Dan was into that, I think.”

“You really think Dan is gay?”

“Not gay because Jordan walked in on Lexi the intern giving him a blowjob the day before tour started but I would definitely say bi or something.”

“Do you think he's still with Lexi?”

“Nah they don't talk much- it was totally a one night stand. You'd be fine.”

Phil is about to open his mouth and say something but he is interrupted by the waitress bringing over their drinks. She walks away and Phil just looks down at his cup of soda, still feeling disappointed. And very discouraged. He traces the rim of the cup with his finger.

“What if he only thinks of me as a one night stand?”

“Then you have to make it more than a one night stand.”

“Does Dan seem like the type of guy that would only be into one night stands?”

“Nah he's a softie. Trust me. I dated a guy who was only into to hookups and it did not end well.”

“How do you even date someone who is only into casual sex?”

“You don't.”

Phil looks across the restaurant. His eyes land on the body that is sticking up from the booth the most, because of his height. With those fucking brown curls he just wants to thread his fingers through. Dan is smiling and laughing at what someone said. Fuck. Phil would love to be the cause of that smile. Dan's eyes travel upwards and settle on Phil’s. He gives a slight wave to Phil then focuses his attention back at the people he's sitting with.

“Maybe you should go over and talk to him.”

“With all of those people around? No thanks, I think that would kind of ruin the point.”

Without saying a word, Tyler grabs his drink and gets out of the booth. He walks over to Dan and whispers something in his ear. Dan gives people at the table a wink and one looks at Phil and his friends start to make kissy faces at him. Dan rolls his eyes, grabs his drink and trades seats with Tyler.

“Tyler said something about wanting to work on lighting ideas?”

“Did he actually?”

“What answer are you looking for mate?”

“The one he wants,” Phil replied flatly while gesturing at Tyler.

Dan gives a little smirk and sits down across from him. From the outside, Phil looks calm and composed, maybe a little red, but on the inside he’s chaos. At least at the lighting booth, Tyler is there with the both of them to keep Phil from doing anything stupid. Besides, it's dark during the actual show so Phil would be able to hide his face from Dan and during the show it's loud. Very loud. If Phil says anything strange there's a good chance it will be gone in favor of a stadium full of screaming fans. Here he can't. Here he is sitting right across from him under very bright fluorescent lights. Anything little he says or does, it’s on full display for Dan. He loves this and hates it at the same time. Dan seems very relaxed. Like a friend who just wanted to talk to him about his lighting idea. Phil knows there's a part of him that knows that was just a setup to get them to talk. But he doesn't mention it. Obviously.

“Really why did he call me over? You're a bad liar, Lester.”

Fuck. He knows. Phil knows he is a horrible liar but secretly hopes that Dan is too oblivious to realize. Why does he always go after the ones with common sense?

“Just wanna get to know you, that's all.”

Dan gives him this look like he is disappointed in him. Well not really in him but more in his flirting skills. Phil has never been the best at flirting- usually, he awkwardly fumbles with his words until the person talking to him would get frustrated and walk away. He wishes he could be better at it but the best flirting technique with the best person at flirting ever- isn’t enough to get the man of his dreams to like him.

“What do you need to know?”

“Just the casual stuff. Friends hobbies, etc,” If you're single. “Like I wanna be on a first name basis.”

“This is your way of making friends? No normal conversation?” Dan’s being a cocky shit and he knows it, and he isn't trying to be mean to Phil, just trying to tease him. But it still hurt Phil’s feelings a little bit. Dan sees a flash of pain across Phil’s face.

“Hey, I didn't mean it like that. I was just joking- sorry. I guess. Fuck. Normally I'm better at this.” Better at this. Better at this? What the fuck did that mean? Did that mean the way I think it meant? Question after question start forming in Phil's brain at rapid fire. A smirk starts to creep up on his face.

“Better at what?”

“Don't play dumb Lester.” Two can play at that game.

“Better at flirting with cute boys?”

Dan's face quickly drains of its color. And not in the good way. Not in the my crush is admitting that he likes me kind of way. More in the I have just seen a ghost type of way. Dan quickly stands up, walks over to his original table, takes out his wallet and throws $10 down, and practically runs out of the restaurant.

Everyone sitting at Dan's original table is staring at Phil. Phil is staring back at them. What the fuck just happened? Tyler sees what happened and walks back to Phil and sits down.

“What the hell just happened Phil?!”

“I'm trying to figure it out myself.”

Tyler gives him a look that says you better fucking tell me because this is your one shot at getting him back and you better not waste it.

“So I was trying? To flirt with him?”

“Wow, Phil so descriptive. Really helps me, I totally know how to fix your problem.”

Phil explains to Tyler about what just happened between him and Dan. When he gets to the last part, Tyler's eyes go wide.

“YOU WHAT?!”

“Shhh Tyler we’re in a restaurant, stop screaming.”

“Phil, that's the last thing you ask when flirting, NOT THE FIRST.”

“Why didn't you tell me that?”

“You told me you have had boyfriends in the past, I thought you would know shit like this by now.”

Phil shrugs his shoulders sadly. “Guess not.” He looks down and the waitress brings over their food. They both thank her as she puts it down and walks away. Tyler starts eating his burger happily while Phil just pokes at his waffles.

“Not hungry Phil?”

“Not anymore, lost my appetite I guess.” Phil pauses before continuing. “Tyler, I just want to know why he reacted the way he did.”

“Maybe its been a while since he has dated a boy. Maybe he's never actually had a boyfriend before.” Maybe he doesn't want to be outed like that.“There's a lot of reasons.”

“But when I have gone on dates with blokes, that's never happened.”

“Do the guys know it’s a date?” “Yes, obviously.”

“Did Dan know?”

“I don't know, considering you asked him to come over.” Phil knew he was being an ass but he is mad about Tyler playing a role in driving away his crush.

“I thought you knew how to flirt not whatever the hell that was.”

“What did you whisper to Dan?”

“I told him that you wanted to talk to him about lights and I emphasized the word talk. I didn't say anything stupid, Phil.”

Phil puts his head in his hands. “I can't believe I messed this whole thing up!”

Tyler walks over to Phil’s side of the table and places a comforting hand on his back. “It’s okay Phil, there's an easy way to fix this.”

“What?”

“Actually talking about it.”

“Tyler that's what got us into this whole mess. I doubt that’s how it's gonna get us out.”

“I mean talk to him, not flirt, dipshit.”

“I just want to win him back.”

“Phil, you never had him to begin with.”

Phil shot him a dirty glare. “Ok fine, you can win him back.” Tyler put air quotes around on ‘back’. Phil gave him a smile.

“What do I say to him?”

“Just have an actual conversation: apologize about the comment, explain that you wanna go out him,” Tyler leaned close to him, “ask him out, be cute, if he says no, be sweet.” Tyler leaned out and into his previous position, “and just like be a normal human being. Think you can manage that?”

“Not really.”

“Then you're set!”

Back at the arena, Phil finds Dan toying around on the switchboard, turning the stage area pink, to green, to red, to blue, to any color available. Phil taps him on the shoulder and Dan turns around. His facial expression was neutral until he saw that Phil was standing behind him. His line of a mouth turned into something of a frown, eyes squinting.

“What do you want Phil?”

“I just want to talk.”

“Are you gonna screw that up again?” Phil brushes Dan’s slightly harsh comment off, but it still hit him a tiny bit.

“I want to apologize about earlier.” Dan scans Phil’s body, up and down, and without saying a word, drags Phil by the arm out of the booth, through the venue, and into a little janitors closet near one of the stage entrances. He slams the door behind him and turns on the one light that hangs down from the ceiling. Even though Dan is pretty pissed off, the soft yellow light frames his face and hair perfectly.

“Talk.”

“Alright um.. So I.. so..” Phil was slightly nervous before but he was able to cover it up. But now he can't even get out a word without freezing up. Phil is shaking and Dan could probably tell. Not really because of the light, but because they are standing so close together. Phil’s not even sure if his nerves are because of the confrontation or him and Dan standing so close. Phil looks into Dan’s beautiful brown eyes and Dan’s expression goes soft. Dan is obviously still mad but he has a heart. He can tell Phil is freaking out.

“Phil it's okay, just tell me what you were going to say.” Dan's voice is soft and soothing. Like a warm fuzzy blanket on a cold day. It calms Phil but the fact that his crush is relaxing him doesn't go unchecked.

“I, so, I’m really sorry about earlier. I honestly wasn't thinking clearly and I didn’t realize you didn't like me like that, or like boys like that for that matter anyway, and I realize I was probably picking up on the wrong signals and fuck and I-”

“Phil I'm not mad at that.”

“What do you mean?” What even did he mean? Was he not being mad at Phil for thinking he likes boys? For picking up something totally different? Is he mad at himself? Was he just overreacting?

“I’m- okay I don't really know how to say this- I like you too.” This confuses Phil even more.

“Why is this a problem?” Phil’s nerves are almost completely gone. But Dan is growing more and more anxious by the second. It's almost as if Phil’s anxiety is being sucked out of him and moved into Dan.

“I-I'm not really ready to be out yet, fuck.”

“Are you not out to anyone?” What he meant to ask was ‘are you really not out to anyone’ but he didn't add the really in it because he doesn't know what his home life is like and doesn't want to come off as a jackass.

“My family and close friends know- and they're super supportive and shit- but I think it's because I don't really feel that it has to be everyone's business- like, okay, like after this tour ends I’m probably never going to see any of these people again. Why should these random people get to know something extremely personal?”

“Yeah, I get where you're coming from. But if you don't want everyone ‘knowing’, you could just live out of the closet not come out of it.”

“That's true but that's a whole big process and what if the people I’m surrounded with don't accept me, then I have to spend like 3 months stuck with them on a tiny tour bus with them hating my guts just because I make comments about guys and I tend to shag them once in a blue moon.”

“Touche.” Dan gives a little chuckle and his face falls flat again. Phil cups the side of Dan’s cheek and runs his thumb over his cheek.

“I really wasn't thinking about the ‘cute boys’ comment. I didn't realize who was around us and how loud I said it and what your situation might be. If it makes you feel better I accidentally screamed I want to sleep with Thor in front of everyone and they keep teasing me about it. On the bright side, they aren't like homophobes about it.”

“That's good. I did find it very funny when you said that.”

“Not you too!” Dan started to laugh and he is getting calmer, his nerves are finally chilling out.

“I want to start this whole thing over. Is that okay? Dan?”

“Yes. I would love that.” They give each other small, but sweet smiles. Phil keeps his hand on Dan’s cheek and Dan’s arms wrap around Phil’s waist. Their foreheads touch. They stay like that for a little bit. Silent, not moving, enjoying each other's presence. Phil is about to move his head up to press his lips against Dan’s when Phil’s phone loudly interrupts him.

“Seriously? At this bloody moment!?” Phil says while Dan laughs at Phil’s over- dramaticness.

“Phil, what does it say?”

“We have to get back to rehearsal.” They walk back to the stage mostly in silence. Phil is brushing his arm against Dan’s, on purpose, just to feel him next to him. It feels like sparks and softness. Phil never wants it to end. He just wants to take Dan’s arm and hold it close to his chest, both of his arms keeping Dan’s close. But he doesn't. Because Dan isn't ready. Even though it practically pains Phil not to touch him it probably pains Dan even more for Phil to be touching him like that in public. And Phil is completely fine with that.

“Dan, Phil! Where the hell are you guys? We were supposed to start rehearsal 15 minutes ago! We were looking everywhere for you!”

“Marianne, me and Phil were just out talking. We’re sorry to have kept you waiting for so long.” Dan’s voice is reassuring, unlike the shaky wreck it was just a few minutes ago.

“You boys better have been talking across the city because I don't want to hear any damn excuses! Get back in the booth and get ready.” They both run into the booth and share a secret smile while fitting on their headsets. Tyler notices, smiles and nudges Phil on the shoulder.

“What happened?”

Phil smiles in Dan’s direction. “Nothing. Nothing happened.”

The music is loud and pumping. It's so dark in the venue but the stage is so bright that it’s practically blinding. The energy in the air is electrifying. The fans are just as loud as the band.

“So hold me tight. Hold me tight or don't.” Patrick almost screams into the mic. The fans shout back.

“I got too high again. Realized I can't not be with you. Or be just your friend. I love you to death But I just can't, I just can't pretend. We were lovers first confidants but never friends. Were we ever friends?”

Phil looks over at Dan, who is bouncing along with the crowd. He smiles as he plays with the switchboard.

“But when your stitch comes loose, I wanna sleep on every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out of you, you.” Patrick sings as Dan looks back at Phil, who has been looking at Dan the whole time. Dan moves closer to Phil, tilts up his chin and kisses him. It's so dark that no one would really see, besides who the hell is looking at the lighting crew anyway? Everyone's attention is on the band playing in front of them. The song itself isn't that romantic, but to them, it feels like a love song. Tyler saw them kiss and starts laughing at them. Dan rolls his eyes at Tyler but Tyler gives Phil a high five.

“You finally did it!” Tyler mouths to Phil. Phil can't help but be proud of himself. His crush likes him back. AND he got him to kiss him. What isn't there to be proud of?

The kiss is a simple gesture. It was small and no one noticed. Maybe that’s why it's so special. It’s a start- a small start, but a good start.

And that's all that matters.

#realized i can't not be with you #phandom fic fest #my fic #text #phan #dan and phil #tour fic #mine

[thecorruptedquietone]

Kris please 💀 ya know I meant the main three of the four like lmao. I completely forgot there was even a brand with that name

listen they arent gonna call themselves that especially if kyle has any sorta prior french connection. and i’m putting this under the cut bc as therapeutic as these kinds of creative exercises are during this situation it can also be the type of thing people might interpret as trivialising instead of coping so yeah

but like if you’re assuming they’re all living together then they’re probably just having a stressful as fuck time dealing with being locked up together. like, kyle and stan are working from home and there’s a potential kyle also has another degree or certificate programme school slapped onto it. if they’re both going with similar hours then they’re gonna be coordinating when meetings are happening since if they overlap stan’s gotta like pretend his microphone is broken and he can’t fix it because if kyle’s in a meeting he’s probably loud as fuck. kenny meanwhile was probably in a position where if he had a job, he either got laid off or he kinda quit because he wasn’t fucking with being labelled an essential service when he really isn’t. or kenny was already unemployed but it was that much more pressing that now everyone’s stuck so he’s mediating between the two working from home and trying to pick up more housework. 

like most of it would just be them trying not to be stir-crazy. so when the work from home stuff isn’t happening they’re trying their best with board games or co-op video games or movie nights to try and stay sane. they’re video calling everyone they know super frequently for blocks at a time. kenny’s always checking on kev n kare. kyle is required to make sure his parents know he’s alive and also say hi to ike for a bit. if stan’s dating wendy and they can’t really see each other then they might make some kind of couples agreement where kenny and kyle agree to spend their alone time being equally considerate of stan and wendy’s since haha they’d be scratching at walls if they were stuck like that.

but if they are kinda all separated because of the quarantine? yeah they’re probs just texting constantly and video or voice chatting whenever virtually possible. like even if they’re working from home at the same time they’d multi-task because they need that constant interaction so they’d have like a discord group running way more often than it should because they’re relying on it. except those parts where the idiots suggest stan catch up with wendy and maybe just leave or mute his chat and maybe wait for a text from one of them that it’s okay because those two need something on the intimacy scale to tide them through a time of social distancing.

#listen anon i had a feeling ya meant those three but joking is fun #plus i stand by a refusal for them to use that term especially if kyle had that particular fling on his record #granted it's also bc they need to include their fourth even though they never really want to they just sorta need to #idiot talk with kris #south park t/s

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

Superman!Derek here we go. Okay stiles is nothing like lois like Noah fence to her but naaa. So Scott has somehow managed to get into life threatening danger that Derek use just used to having to save him but THIS TIME Scott has a hot friend who doesn't. need. this. And so superman is a little baffled and like almost forgets to save them bc liek have you seen stiles? So then stiles is salty abt being the damsel in distress bc GOD KNOWS he can defend himself he's a sheriff's son. (1)

So, this is officially my first Super!Derek work! (also on ao3!)

Derek was painfully used to having to save Scott McCall's life.

The reporter was still green, a new hire at Argent Enterprises who had only been working for a few months. He was practically right out of journalism school, still wide-eyed and awestruck by Metropolis.

Derek didn't mind Scott at that much, especially since he was more tolerable than most of the other reporters that flocked to crime scenes hoping to get a glimpse of him. Unlike most, Scott was content to simply report on the stories he was given, rather than go chasing after an interview with Superman.

Objectively, Derek understood why so many reporters and photographers wanted five minutes with him, understood the intrigue of having a living, breathing superhero flying around the city. He understood the need to know more and ferret out the answers to incredible mysteries.

But, personally, he hated the way reporters buzzed around like flies on a slab of dead meat, like blood sucking parasites wanting a picture or soundbite of Superman to launch their career and fill their pockets. He hated the way that half the time he had to split his attention between saving the day and saving the overzealous reporters trying to get some footage of the action.

Fortunately, Derek never had to save Scott from those kinds of incidents. Unfortunately, he had to save Scott from other incidents.

The first time Derek had to save Scott it was because the reporter had gotten lost and inadvertently wound up in a rather rough neighborhood. He had gotten shot at by some white guys who lived and breathed the Second Amendment as he tried to get somewhere safe.

He wound up getting lost even deeper in the neighborhood, apparently having no sense of direction whatsoever. Derek found him cowering behind a dumpster when the sound of gunshots drew him to the scene.

Deflecting more gunshots from the ignorant city rednecks, Derek led Scott out of the neighborhood by the back of his shirt like a disapproving father who had caught his son smoking. After ensuring that Scott wasn't hurt in any way, suffering no gunshot wounds or other injuries, Derek had escorted him back to Argent Enterprises' main office, instructing him to stay out of trouble.

A few weeks later, Derek had to save him again.

Somehow Scott had gotten caught up in the middle of a scuffle between two super villains who had apparently gotten into an argument in a local Starbucks. One of them had reportedly cut in front of the other in line, incensing them enough to throw a punch that had the other guy flying through the wall.

Scott had gotten clipped by the punch as well, making him spill all of the coffee he had been picking up for his co-workers. But that was the least of his worries as he wound up as a hostage inside the coffee shop, shaking like a leaf under a small table.

After hauling off the villains to jail, Derek had hurried back to the Starbucks to make sure that everyone was alright. He had cocked a curious brow when he noticed Scott amongst those taken hostage, wincing when he saw the coffee stains on his t-shirt.

A pattern had formed after that, one that consisted of Scott inexplicably getting into trouble and Derek saving him. It had quickly become an almost daily occurrence.

Scott had an uncanny ability to attract danger though he insisted that his friend, whose name he claimed was Stiles, was the real lightning rod for trouble. And lucky Derek got to pull him out of burning buildings and yank him away from more superpowered fights in the middle of the city.

So, when Derek overheard a police radio call detailing that a couple of reporters had somehow gotten themselves trapped on the roof by yet another super villain that called Metropolis home, he immediately knew that one of them must be Scott.

With a quick glance around the office to make sure no one would notice him leave, Derek discreetly gathered his things in his suitcase and rushed to the elevator. Five minutes later, his suitcase was safely tucked away in his apartment and he was soaring over the skies of Metropolis. Super speed definitely had its perks.

He followed the sound of police sirens and fire engines to the scene of the crime where Livewire was hurling balls of concentrated electricity at the first responders. The air crackled with static as currents of electricity raced through her body, sparking blue at her fingertips.

Her ghostly white skin seemed to glow in the bright sunlight of the late morning, making it look even more unnatural than it already was. In stark contrast to her skin, her neon blue hair stood straight up from her scalp, almost resembling a mohawk.

She was barely recognizable, looking nothing like she had when she spent her days hosting her vitriolic radio talk show where she had ranted and raved about everything from abortions to Superman being an illegal immigrant. She could have given Tori Lahren a run for her money.

And there, on the roof an apartment building that had been left vacant for renovations was none other than Scott, looking terrified as he gawked at the electricity bending woman. He had a microphone clutched tightly in his hand as though he had been on the roof when the villainess attacked.

Derek had hoped to spare a few moments analyzing the situation before acting but his plans were spoiled by one of the first responders. One of the police officers had pointed him out and joyously called, "Look! It's Superman."

Despite wanting to roll his eyes at the fact that the officer had just informed Livewire to his presence, Derek launched into action. He dove at Livewire who snarled at him indignantly, flicking a few strikes of electricity at him as he rushed at her.

Fortunately, the electricity didn't do much other than annoy him a bit, sending a few tiny jolts through him. That is, until she intensified the strength of the current, hurling a huge bolt at him that resembled a strike of lightning.

It struck him in the chest, shocking him into a halt and a premature fall to the concrete roof of the apartment building with a loud crack. He heard a few startled gasps from Scott on the other side of the roof as he pushed himself to his feet and shook himself.

He took another minute to reassess the situation as his fingers twitched with the aftershocks of the assault, glancing around the rooftop. The first thing he noticed was that the stone of the roof was crumbling, the second thing he noticed was that Scott wasn't alone.

There was another man on the roof with him, tall and lean in a red plaid shirt and khakis that looked more skintight than Derek's own outfit. His brown hair was artfully disheveled, dark in contrast to the pale white of his mole dotted skin that immediately reminded Derek of a marble statue.

His big brown eyes were alight with a fierce fire of determination as he watched Livewire, his brows furrowed in concentration. Derek noticed that his plush pink lips were moving rapidly as he frantically whispered something to Scott, squeezing the other reporter's shoulder.

Derek was captivated. The man was so gorgeous, the mere sight of him drowned out everything else.

Everything else including Livewire getting ready to zap him with an even stronger hit of electricity, tendrils of blue sparks coiling around her hands to form a large ball. She stalked closer silently, a wide smirk stretching across her dark lips, making her look almost demonic.

Derek never would have even noticed if it hadn't been for the other reporter with Scott. Standing up taller, he cupped his hands around his mouth and called to Derek, "Dude, watch out!"

Derek turned just in time to see Livewire standing over him, a twisted grin on her face as she prepared to shock him. But before she could, Derek swiped her legs out from under her, making her topple to the ground with a banshee-like screech.

They grappled for a few moments, Livewire forgoing using any of her superhuman abilities in the heat of the moment, instead favoring clawing at Derek's face while shrieking. Derek didn't even bother using all of his own preternatural strength to subdue her, able to pin her arms behind her without it.

He secured her wrists with one of the reinforced zip ties his good friend Batman had given him, reminding Derek to send him a fruit basket. Her powers neutralized, Livewire kicked and screamed as Derek carried her down to the street to the army of police officers who took her into custody and Mirandized her.

With Livewire in the backseat of a police cruiser, Derek hurried back to the roof to rescue the two reporters, worried that the roof might cave in. He hovered over the roof as he made his way to Scott and his friend who was grumbling something so quietly that even Derek couldn't hear him.

"Superman!" Scott called out in relief, visibly sagging as he sighed. He looked exhausted, like the slightest breeze might knock him over.

His friend, on the other hand, looked furious. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he glared at Derek, making him hesitate for a moment in fear that the unknown reporter was one of the people who hated Superman.

"Are you two, alright?" Derek asked as he approached them, lighting down on the roof a few feet away from them. He was a bit wary, not sure how the unknown man might react.

"We're fine," the other reporter growled snappishly, giving Derek an unimpressed once over. He sauntered over to Derek, poking him in the chest with every word, "I didn't need you saving me, y'know. My buddy here might be a little helpless, no offense, Scotty, but I can take care of myself."

Derek bit down on a smile, ducking his head at the indignant tone. He could hear fond exasperation underscoring every word so he didn't take any offense, instead pressing his luck and inquiring, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to, Mr..."

"Stilinski," the man answered immediately, a small smirk curling up the corner of his lip. The smirk growing, he tacked on, "And you could start by going to dinner with me this Saturday. Eight o'clock at the diner on Fourth and Kent."

"I'll be there," Derek grinned widely. He had grown used to saving Scott so it was only fitting that Scott's friend saved him from yet another Saturday night alone.

#super!derek #superman!derek #reporter!stiles #superman au #derek saves stiles #incompetent!scott #getting together #first meetings #Anonymous

[killer-queeeeeeeeeeeeen]

Indy Oliver Jones

My first fanfic/piece of writing ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fandom: Queen

Ship: 70s!Freddie + OC character named Indy! 

Time period: recording A Night At The Opera at Rockfield Studios in 1975!

Words: 1.6k (yeah it’s a lot and also it’s only part 1 HAHA get ready to die)

I know this is really bad and it goes on forever and ever just describing the setting I’m sorryyyyyy I am inexperienced bean :3 Other than that I hope it’s good!! (tagging @withrewings bc she wanted to see it!!)

Indy had always been strong, and he had always been quiet. All of his friends, and he had only a few friends (who were very close), would use those two words to describe him, and nothing else. This was not because he was hiding something. It was because he prefers to share only when he needs to. He enjoys keeping all of his thoughts and ideas in his own head, where he can grow them to something absolutely perfect and worth sharing to the world.

So far, he hasn’t grown an idea that big.

So, most of the time he stays quiet. He only talks when someone asks him a question, or in an emergency, because while he is quiet, he is also very helpful.

Now, his friends would say that he is quiet and strong because of that one day in his junior year at high school in 1969. But, he doesn’t talk about that. He is most definitely strong, however, and that’s why he took up a temporary full-time job being a roadie for the upcoming band, Queen. He was able to get the job through his music studies in university. He was hired officially to help keep Brian May’s Red Special guitar in proper order, but he helps to carry most all of the instruments of Queen.

Indy found the job through Allan Kepner, the manager of Queen, who had good relations with his university’s music department head, Professor Caden, who adored Indy. Indy was aware that he was very lucky to have a job this high-profile right out of college, and he assumed it would be a great way to make his name known in the rapidly expanding music world. He also had great respect for Queen’s music. The creativity of Roger Taylor’s drumming, the jazziness of John Deacon’s bass playing, the unique beauty of Brian May’s guitar, and the especially powerful voice of Freddie Mercury all amazed Indy, and he’s practically memorized their three studio albums that they’ve released so far. He was excited to work with each of them; at least, excited as Indy could get, for he didn’t really outwardly express his emotions.

He was hired to travel somewhere outside of Wales with the band to record their next studio album in a weird little place Indy had never heard of before, called Rockfield Studios. Indy had grown up in the suburbs outside of London, but his family sometimes visited the countryside of Wales in the summer. Indy always loved it there; he enjoyed the quietness that the fog would cast over the already lonely grasslands, and as a boy he would spend all day adventuring in the mud, chasing the sheep and ducks.

“Ugh, this place is entirely mundane,” said Freddie, once their caravan pulled up to the farmhouse they would be staying in. Covered with peeling white paint, the outside of the large house matched its respective landscape; old, muddy and a bit run-down. It faced the rest of the farm, with the barn where the owner’s animals stayed and the owner’s small brick cottage. If Indy could find a less appropriate place for a recording studio for a high-profile, world-famous band, he wouldn’t know where to find it.

Indy watched the band awkwardly trudge through the mud and into the house with their heeled boots and bell bottoms, while he got the musical equipment from the trunk and started to carry it all inside. He made a checklist: Red Special (high priority), John’s Fender Precision Bass, electric piano, Freddie’s mic stick, Roger’s drum kit, The Deacy Amp. This list was alarmingly short for an entire album. There was almost no artistic freedom to play with given only the basic stuff, not to mention a lack of extra mics and amplifiers to record multiple instruments at once, or in case something broke. It wasn’t his job to make sure that the band brought all the right materials, however; if it had been, he would have brought a lot more. He hoped that they could work with the probably few—and poor quality—extra equipment the studio could provide.

Indy started with Red Special, taking extra care of Brian’s most prized possession. When he walked into the house, however, he was so shocked that he almost dropped it. The inside of the house was entirely different from the outside. While it still kept its humble and rustic look, the house was lined with red-and-gold patterned wallpaper and floored with polished hardwood oak. Chandeliers hung in every room, old and dusty but still maintaining their timeless beauty. The entire house seemed to radiate a nostalgic feeling towards an era that Indy hadn’t had the luck of experiencing.

The recording studio was even more magical. The control room was an appropriate size but was made smaller from all the big antiquey furniture; facing the live room was a giant mixing console, like at Indy’s university. The live room had a wonderful spirit that Indy could feel immediately once he stepped in to drop off Brian’s guitar. It had a small window facing the blue plains, and the weak sun shining through the clouds lit up the dust in the air like little gold flakes. Everything seemed to be engraved in the dust: the antique burgundy rug, the small chandelier, and, to Indy’s surprise, the countless extra instruments laying on the floor and sides of the room. A few of the instruments Indy noticed were a double bass, a harp, a ukulele, a gong, and two kettle drums, with countless amps, microphones, and extension cords sprinkled between. What an unusual arrangement, Indy thought. He tried to imagine what sort of music could be made out of what seemed to be complete chaos.

The general aura of the room seemed to have put Indy in a trance. It was something about the gold dust that highlighted the true beauty and struggle of music that the very walls of the room had experienced. Indy felt a sense of belonging here.

“Hey man, so... we’re gonna go for a walk around the farm, are you good with the rest of the equipment, then?” Roger abruptly woke Indy from his daydream.

“Oh, erm... yes, of course,” Indy stuttered with embarrassment. He followed Roger back out of the house where John, Brian and Freddie were talking. When Indy passed their group going back towards the car, Freddie looked over his shoulder, watching him. The look Freddie gave him was not the usual charming and provocative look he gave to all his fans; this look seemed to pierce into Indy with utmost curiosity and confusion; Indy thought he had seen fear in those dark eyes.

Indy quickly yanked his gaze away, a deep heat growing in his cheeks and a swarm of butterflies rising up into his chest. He had always fancied Freddie, but he supposed it wasn’t serious, given that the only interactions he’d ever had with him before were memorizing every single vocal cord in each of his records, and staring at pictures of him performing in concerts. Now that he had the opportunity to actually work with him in person, Indy was afraid of what might happen: he could either realize that his “love” was something he had made up, or he could fall even deeper in love with him, distracting his and the band’s work in the process. He decided that if he truly had feelings for Freddie, he would have to keep them secret, for it was definitely not a good idea for him to get in the way of Freddie’s creative processes.

“C’mon, Boxer!” Roger punched Freddie and laughed. Boxer was Freddie’s nickname; he practiced boxing in secondary school. Freddie hated the name; it ruined his edgy hard-rocker persona. He punched Roger back, calling him “mechaphile”, and the band started to wander the darkening countryside, gaining inspiration from the foggy and flat horizon.

While they were out, Indy busied himself with setting up all of the instruments so they would be ready for the next day. He got all the band’s personal equipment out of their cases and onto stands, tuned the guitars, plugged in the amps and mics, connected them properly to the sound board, and checked to make sure the controls were all in order and tuned to the instruments.

By the time he was done, it was dark outside. He had not realized how much time had passed. He walked out of the studio and into the small kitchen of the house, where the band was having drinks and brainstorming together.

“No, I hate that,” said Brian, pointing at one of John’s pieces of sheet music. “There’s no harmony there? Why?”

“Because, sometimes music can be ugly, Brian,” said Roger condescendingly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that sometimes, our songs don’t have to be whatever your current girlfriend suggests, since she is, in fact, not a part of the band.”

The bickering was loud and unnecessary, and went on for several minutes before they actually got back to working on the album. Indy had a feeling these next few months might be longer than he thought.

He walked past the quarrelling mess and up the narrow, carpeted stairs to his closet of a bedroom. While it was a very small room, it was very cozy and warm compared to the cold and wet outside. Indy changed into his pajamas, slipped under the light blue quilt, and pulled the yellow nightstand shade to off. As soon as the room went dark, he noticed a small clearing of fog just outside his window, where a little cluster of stars twinkled down at him. When Indy finally closed his eyes, the fearful face of Freddie Mercury was staring at him still, his giant eyes so intrusively boring into him. Indy felt himself involuntarily smile at his stare while the fatigue of today’s emotions took over his stream of consciousness.

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