#i hope the fic matches what you imagined when drawing it <33

[michelangelinden]

Colors blooming around us (this will go down in our history)

Merry Christmas Lea!!!!

I hope you had the best day, had good food, and enjoyed your presents! Ily!!!

You posted that drawing and I immediately knew I had to write a fic about it. I hope you enjoy it!!

(drawing in the middle by @lyxchen, used with permission)

Thanks @sunsetcurbed for beta reading <3

Taglist in the reblog, I'll post this on AO3 in a couple days <3

Alex lets his sticks hit the cymbal one last time before he allows the sound to ring out. Around him his friends have lifted their hands off their instruments, are leaning away from their mics, the last notes echoing through the gigantic hall in front of them.

Alex always says that that gig at the Orpheum has been the most important gig of their career. He’s right of course, it’s what got them the attention of labels, which eventually got them signed.

But this show feels important like that. It’s in the middle of their first Europe tour. They’re playing at their biggest venue yet. They have an entire camera crew filming every angle of them, so they can cut it into a movie of their concert. And they have special bits planned for this show that they’re not doing at others. One of them is going to happen during the next song.

Alex feels like his veins are vibrating. Both from the adrenaline of the show that is going the best it can, but also from nervousness and excitement about what he is about to do. When he looks around at his friends, he sees that they’re not feeling much different. Julie is breathing heavily from having sung her heart out, Luke’s chest is already bare, feeling too hot and constricted in his shirt, and Reggie and Bobby keep shaking and brushing their hair away from their foreheads. Alex is no longer wearing his hat, too scared that it will fall off.

He locks eyes with Luke. Luke is grinning at him, raising his eyebrows in a question. Alex doesn’t hesitate before he nods. Luke’s grin widens and he winks.

Alex lets out a slow breath and chances a look at the audience. He can’t see much further than the first few rows, stage lights are burning bright in his eyes, but he clearly sees how the masses of people—they really are masses tonight—are all cheering, shouting, crying. It’s overwhelming to see so many people being here just for you. Celebrating with you.

Alex manages to catch Willie’s eyes in the crowd. He’s standing at the front, in the very center. Alex wonders if they’ve told the people around them who they are. As soon as their gazes lock, Willie cheers loudly, and Alex likes to think he can hear their voice through the shouts of everyone else. He’s so excited that Willie is here tonight, coming all the way from the US to the UK to support him. Willie has no idea what’s about to happen, but Alex knows that he’s gonna love it.

Julie turns around to look at all of them. They all nod at her to let her know they’re ready. Smiling, she turns and sits down at the piano standing a bit to the side. The crowd goes wild, even though they don’t know what song they’re gonna be playing next.

“This next song is from our first album and it’s special in many ways,” Julie speaks into her mic. “Our beautiful drummer helped write it,” she lifts a hand to show off Alex while the crowd applauds for him, “and we filmed an amazing music video for it, that to this day, is the most clicked video on our channel.” The crowd cheers once again, now that people realize what song she is mentioning. “And for a good reason,” Julie continues, setting her hands on the key, “it’s our queer anthem.”

She doesn’t actually say the name of the song, but she doesn’t have to, just plays the first chord. She holds it until the crowd calms down a little, giving the song the weight it deserves. Then she continues, playing the intro of the song.

Alex adjusts his sticks in his hand. He still has a couple of beats until he starts playing, so he checks his surroundings. Everything is where it’s supposed to be. Or rather nothing is where it’s not supposed to be. There are no stray wires, no boxes, and the little step at his riser is in the correct spot. He’s ready. Now he just has to wait for his turn.

“Hearts on fire, we're no liars, so we say what we wanna say,” Julie begins to sing. People are joining in, knowing the words by heart just like they do on stage.

Alex catches Willie grinning up at him again, and he grins back easily.

“I'm awakened, no more fakin', so we push all our fears away.”

In the studio version Julie does the first verse and the pre-chorus by herself, but to give it more wham on stage, Reggie and Bobby are already tuning in with their instruments once the first verse is over. Julie looks over at them when they join as she begins the pre-chorus, adding depth to her piano playing, and together they lead the band into the chorus.

With a bang, Alex and Luke join the party. Luke and Julie sing together, their voices forming the harmonies that makes their sound so beautiful, and Alex finally adds the rhythm he’s worked so hard on. But the best thing is what happens around them.

As soon as they start playing the chorus, colors bloom around them. Bright, rainbow lighting tints the stage into a giant pride flag and has the crowd screaming. They’ve likely seen photos of it, the Gay Times wrote an article about it when they started touring, but to experience it themselves must be ten times better.

As Julie continues into the second verse, the colors around them shift. First it turns blue, purple, and pink, the bi flag proudly shining around them. Then the colors shift to pink, turquoise, and yellow, the pan flag. Just as Luke joins Julie again for the pre-chorus, someone throws a trans flag on stage, and Luke leaves his mic for a second to grab it. He holds it high in the air as the lights change to match the colors, a powerful sign of trans pride. Alex’s chest glows with admiration.

More flags join the round—ace, nonbinary, lesbian, aro, agender, just to name a few. Alex remembers sitting in the studio, brainstorming for the show, and coming up with this idea. He’d been hesitant at first, unsure if it would be possible or too much effort, but as soon as he told the others about it and they’ve been strongly in favor of it, Flynn promised to insist on it happening. She immediately started talking to their light technician about what was possible, drafted a design and an order for the flags, and made notes to plaster light sensitivity warnings all over the walls and doors of the venue and have the band repeat it on stage too. It was worth it. It all turned out so beautifully.

Julie and Luke lead into the second chorus. Alex’s turn is inching closer, and he almost slips up his rhythm. Reggie shoots him a glance and Alex responds with a nod. Reggie turns to the crowd again, but now with a giddy smile on their face.

The stage lights turn to the classic rainbow again and the chorus ends. That’s Alex’s cue to go.

While Julie and Luke slide into the bridge, Alex stuffs his sticks into his pocket and slips out from behind the drums. Confused sounds, shouts of questions come from the crowd as Alex, who is usually so content with staying behind his drums, moves to the front of the stage. His heart rate has tripled in speed, at least, as he gets to the edge of it. Julie and Luke begin the lyrics of the bridge.

A bodyguard meets Alex as he sits at the edge, helping him hop down to the pit. Just six feet separate him from the crowd, safely behind the barricades, and he sees about a hundred phone cameras facing him, as well as at least two of their camera crew. Only one person is standing still and staring, right in the center of it. Willie.

“And you’re a part of me,” Luke responds to Julie on the stage.

Alex steps up to the barricades, the bodyguard holding a secure arm around his middle.

“What are you doing?” Willie shouts at him over the cheers of the people surrounding them.

“I’m going to kiss you!” Alex shouts back. It’s barely audible over the sound from the stage and the singing of everyone around them.

“Now till eternity,” Luke continues to mirror what Julie is singing.

“Okay!” Willie responds, and Alex’s heart soars. He quickly steps up to them, taking their face in his hands, and Willie grabs a hold of the front of his hoodie.

“Been so long and now we’re finally free,” Julie sings, and right as her voice goes high on the last word, Alex kisses Willie.

The crowd erupts into madness. Alex knows it’s visible on the screens left and right from the stage, they made sure of that. He imagines the phones being pushed right into his face as everyone tries to get a good video. But all he chooses to focus on is Willie in front of him, holding him, kissing him back with as much enthusiasm as Alex is giving. Being surrounded by people screaming and shouting, his friend’s voice ringing from the speakers, all while being kissed by his favorite person, has Alex’s head spinning in the best way possible. He’s kissed Willie many times before, but he knows that this kiss, even though it’s not much more than their lips slotted together, will go down in the history of their relationship.

Alex pulls away when Julie’s note ends. They added a short guitar solo for Bobby to bridge the time for Alex to get back, but he only has a good 30 seconds until he has to sit behind his drums again.

“I love you!” he shouts at Willie before he books it, blindly using the bodyguard as leverage to get up the stage again. He’s not even able to wait for Willie’s response, but he knows that it’s probably a shouted “I love you too!”

He twists around Julie and Luke, ducks around the neck of Reggie’s bass, and slides the last couple feet to his setup. He takes a little more care as he climbs behind his drums, too anxious to kick something over. Grabbing his sticks and pretentiously spinning one, he locks eyes with Julie, and on the correct beat, she and him jump back into the song.

Their last chorus is a party. Bobby and Reggie join him on the riser, nodding their heads to his rhythm, before Reggie will take a leap off it as the song ends. The crowd is dancing with them, shouting the lyrics back at them.

Alex feels like they’re all experiencing the same shift in energy, going from Moment, to Movement. A bisexual Latina and a trans man sharing the center of a huge stage, masses of people coming to see and celebrate with them. A nonbinary person and their queerplatonic partner sharing that stage and actively taking space. A gay man jumping off that stage to go and kiss his boyfriend on camera, screaming “I love you” at them, getting everyone to look at them. That’s the world Alex strives to live in.

And when Julie closes off the song with her gentle words, Luke, Reggie, and Bobby lift the hands off their strings, Alex stands up, raising his sticks into the air, and the crowd doesn’t get a hold of itself for almost five minutes, then he knows that they’ll get there. And their little movement is just one step into that direction.

#this drawing my absolute beloved #thanks for sharing it with the world #i hope the fic matches what you imagined when drawing it <33 #merry christmas!! #linden writes stuff #lea tag #julie and the phantoms #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #pushing the aroace!bobby agenda #and also nonbinary Reggie in this one #beloveds

[fukashiin]

rating my mutuals!

i dont have too many but it'd still be fun to rate you guys as a small bday gift from me in return for the interactions and moments I've made with you up until now <33 (if you arent here then i was too shy to mention you but i love your works tremendously!!)

@jeidoleech ⤷ KHOI !

1000/10

my first ever twst mutual on tumblr actually. you dont understand i squealed like SQUEALED when you followed me back and tagged me in your mutuals list?? i was over the moon <33 your writing style is adorable and it really butters my biscuits AND I WAS OBSESSED WITH YOUR BABY BLUE THEME WHEN I FIRST FOLLOWED YOU GOODBYE. so thank you?? for following me like?? SO much??? you were apart of the reasons why i wanted to continue writing for this fandom <3333 i cant keep up with you altering between jade and Floyd im gnna be completely honest OKAY.

@mifyu ⤷ MIFFY !

youre adorable/10

some of the sweetest people I've ever met hello??? and your themes just??? top it off???? i was super shy to ask if you wanted to become mutuals but ohmygod i wasnt expecting you to be the ballsy one. thank you for becoming mutuals with me your works are just the prettiest and im looking forward to more!! i bet if we had a competition to see who could say 'ily more' you'd win by a mile.

@iuuru ⤷ MILLIE

我愛你你你你/10

HELLO IM SO GLAD I REACHEDJ OUT TO YOU WHAT. you match my energy so well and i love that abt you??? MY CHINESE SPEAKIMG COMPANION???? the moment i clicked on your blog i just KNWEW i had to become your moot you just seemed so fun and lovable AND YOU ARE. i was able to improve my chi vocab by a little bit because of you and im genuinely so grateful?? MY FAV LEONA KISSER YOUR WORKS AND IMAGINATION IS LITERALLY IMPECCABLE ILYSM I HOPE TO SPEAK IN CHI WITH YOU SM MORE AND CRASH THE TAG LIMIT BY FAWNING OVER YOUR WORKS

@tinyletterz ⤷ REMY !

stop being so gorgeous???/10

i could use up all the synonyms for beautiful in all the languages i know and it still wouldn't be enough. your works are the prettiest???hello??? whyre they so soft and fuzzy??? u deserve all the cupcakes and cats in the world ill literally take you to the cat island. youre personality is so lovely i literally go through the whole water cycle whenever you answer my ask??? so thank you for being my mutual<33 ALSO WHAT SHOULD WE NAME OUR CAT CAFE??

newer mutuals who i'd love to know better!

your guys' personalities are amazingf and itms such an honour to be your mutual KISSES

@siphoklansan ⤷ SIPHOK !

YOUREAMAZINGATARTSTOP/10

your works. your animations. who allowed you to be that talented??? ill always remember the time you said i was lively and fun even before we became mutuals! that made my day!! youre literally some of the nicest people ive met on this app so never give up on your passion for art IM LITERKALLY GOBBLING THEJM ALL UP <3

@twistedchatterbox ⤷ NOIR !

9038839/10

i cnat believe your first interaction with me was digging up my thirst post for idia STOP. IM A CHANGED PERSON. but ohmygod youre so good at art too?? can you stop being so talented with both writing AND drawing???? but regardless im so happy to be your mutual you seem so hardworking with every work you post and i appreciate that sm?? AND I LOVE YOUR OC. SHES BEAUTIFUL;

@cupids-chamber ⤷ CUPID !

i relate to you an eerie amount/10

i couldve sworn i started hyperventilating the moment i saw you follow me????? you may not think that your crack fics are funny BUT THEY REALLY ARE??? at the same time your normal ones make me SQUEAL AND KICK MY FEET IN THE AIR IM SO TEMPTED TO GET RUN OVER BY AN ACTIVE SPEEDING BUS. and congrats on 4.35k!! i hope we interact a lot more <33

⤷ FOLLOWERS !

♾/10

FROM DECEMBER UNTIL NOW IM SO SO GRATEFUL FOR THE NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS I CURRENTLY JHAVE??? YOU GUYS READ MY WORKS AND LIKED/REBLOGGED AND ITS LITERALLY SO MUCH MORE I COULD EVER ASK FOR??????? SO I JUST WANTED TO SAY THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT YOURE ALL SUPER IMPORTANT AND DEAR TO ME I LOVE YOU ALL SMM<333

#moots — ♡ #I APPRECIATW EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOUU

[cheeruplovely]

Olicity: Aftermath (3x01 stolen moment)

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The moment Oliver knows that he’s in love with her is when she’s laying out before him. She’s prone on the table that he’s been on so many times with her taking care of him, and all he can do is stroke back the hair from her blood-stained forehead. He wants to move, to take charge, to go after the people that did this to her - to them - but all he can do is stand there beside her, because the idea of being apart from her and her waking up without him is hurting the part of his heart that he reserves exclusively for her.

That’s when he knows.

Oh, he knew that he loves her. He’s pretty certain he’d been about to tell her that over dinner before the explosive interrupted things. He’s known it for a while now. He’s reminded of it every time she smiles at him, every time there’s a flicker of gold in his eye line when her ponytail swings, every time she emails him another case study of how to improve his business image with one of her signature smiley face emoticons following it.

But now, with a slight tremor in his fingers as he curls his free hand around her still one, he knows that this is not adoration, infatuation or even an obsession.

He’s in love with her. Entirely. Completely. Eternally.

Up close, he can see the evidence of her nerves for tonight shrouded in the soot that covers her from the explosion. He can see the slight shake that she had in her hand when applying her eyeliner, the extra layer of red coating her lips for that flawless finish, the earrings that she’d worn once to the office on the day of a big meeting because they were her favorite pair. How long has she spent perfecting her hair when she’d stepped out of the shower after work? How many dresses was she torn between wearing? Were the red heels new or has she been keeping them for the perfect occasion?

For all the build up they’ve had over the last few years, who’d have imagined this had been nothing but a nervous first date? He’s felt a discreet humming through his body today at the thought of ending it across a table from her, an anticipation of those smiles she has for only him, of what her eyes look like when she’s seeing him as more than a boss, a friend, or a partner.

Tonight he’s come so close to starting the rest of his life with her, and as his gaze roams over the charred marks on her crimson dress, he wonders whether that’s still a possibility for them.

“Oliver!”

The way she bolts up towards him finally draws movement out of him. He meets her halfway, matching her racing breaths with soft words that don’t quite register because all he can think about is those fearful eyes staring back at him. Part of him is glad that she’s awaken in search of him, that she knows that he’ll be right at her side, but that’s pushed aside by the part of him that’s just carried her away from a burning restaurant without any idea if she’ll really be okay.

But she is. He can see that now. There’s no dangerous burns although she’s covered in ash and grime, and the head wound is worrying him a whole lot, but she’s awake, and she’s looking at him, looking for him, and she’s alive.

He’s not sure what words he speaks when she agrees to lie back on the metal table beneath her, never relinquishing the grasp she has on his arm in case he can even fathom the idea of leaving her side. He knows how the cold metal stings the skin, but he can still feel the choking heat of the ruined building and he imagines the cool surface must be quite soothing to her heated flesh.

And then he’s over her, carefully pushing her tangled her away from the bleeding gash on her hairline and finding that he’s not so worried. He’s aware that head wounds bleed deceptively freely even though the wound is shallow. It’ll bruise around the impact site, but he doesn’t think it will scar, although all he can bring himself to say is that she’s okay.

She’s okay.

Her eyes never leave his, not until her breathing has settled and her eyes slip close. “Felicity, eyes open,” he directs, far more briskly than he means to but the panic of her slipping away again is too real. “I need you to stay awake, okay?”

“Okay,” she repeats, nodding with a slight wince, and she’s in pain, he needs to do something about that. She’s hurting, he needs to fix it. “Are you okay?” she asks him, squeezing her hand around his forearm.

It halts everything in the forefront of his mind - because everything he’s focusing on is her, her, her, and she is asking him to reverse that. He doesn’t matter right now, not in his own set of priorities, because all that matters is that he has the bodily action to get her to safety and he hasn’t died in the process, so as far as he’s concerned, he’s fine.

“We’re both fine,” he assures her, bringing his free hand over hers with a touch of assurance. “You’ve hit your head though, so we just need to be careful for a while, keep an eye on you.”

She processes this with a deep breath, something he admires about her. It never takes her longer than the space of a breath to shift her reality to whatever has changed around her. She moves with the task at hand, applying herself however she’s needed, but right now all she needs to do is keep breathing and keep holding onto him, never letting go if he has his way.

That’s what he wanted for his evening. To never let her go.

He had no intention to rush anything, but this was Felicity. This was the woman who holds every part of him in the palm of her hand. As much as he wants to be a gentleman who planned to kiss her goodnight and see her to her door safely, he knows that if she’d invited him inside he’d have been a slave to her offer and spent the night with her in his arms. He wants to be better than he has in the past, to wait, take things slowly, to find appreciation in the slow burn, but they’ve been dancing around this for over a year now, and they hardly need to waste time with getting to know each other.

He’s already in love with her. He’s already planning on spending every day falling more in love with her.

There’s nothing left to fight.

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