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judysxnd · 4 months

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Hello, I have an idea.

how about something cute, about pedro and the reader at the Beyoncé concert, and Pedro being a little jealous and possessive, because of all the attention the reader is drawing to herself.

aries men are extremely possessive and jealous. LOL

Thank uou

I saw the pictures and videos of Pedro at the concert, oh mamaaaa, perfectiooooooon

Also, happy new yeaaaaaar’s everyone!!

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Septembre 1st. The calendar was marked. You had always dreamed about going to a Beyoncé concert. So you were beyond excited when you heard she was going on tour. The renaissance tour. You didn’t even hesitate a second when you heard about it, running to the website to by your ticket.

Fortunately, you weren’t the only fan in your close circle of friends, because, even closer, your boyfriend Pedro, is a huge fan too. So you were two behind the computer, rushing to get the tickets. Internet wasn’t going fast enough. You were glued to the screen, ready for anything. So that’s why after buying the tickets you were both dancing in the living room, screams of excitement leaving both yours mouths.

You couldn’t even sleep. You were living the moment in your head, preparing yourself, even though it was only next year. You were trying to think about an outfit for the concert. It’s silver and glitter, obviously. But, a dress? A top and a skirt? What kind of shoes? Heels? No way, you wouldn’t survive the evening. Sneakers for sure. You knew Pedro wouldn’t go that far and would stick to a traditional outfit, but you were all in.

Six months later, you learned that Sarah, Pedro’s best friend also bought tickets for the same date with two other friends. So now it was going to be a small group, and it only made your excitement grow more than anything. You also had your entire outfit ready (already). A cute crop top with thin straps and a tight skirt that arrived mid-thighs, all silver (obviously). With it, you decided to wear white sneakers, so you could dance and jump all night. And you decided to bring a silver cowboy hat. Make up? A think silver eyeliner, but nothing else.

And now the other six months were gone. Today was the day. You spent your day preparing yourself. Music blasting in the house (only Beyoncé’s), you straighten your hair, making it longer than before. You did the silver eye liner, with the help of Sarah. Pedro was simply chilling on the couch with his friends, singing along here and there. Sarah wasn’t going to go crazy on the outfit, she simply decided to have a silver coat. But you didn’t feel entirely alone. One of her friends also had a cowboy hat! It made you feel better.

Once you slipped in that tight and small outfit, you entered the living room where everyone was. Everyone whistled and screamed with joy to you: “hottie!” “I’m blind!” And such. Only Pedro didn’t say anything. You didn’t really understand his reaction. He clearly showed that he was happy, he seemed to love the outfit, but I don’t know, there was something. He finally clapped and complimented you afterwards. You decided not to pick up on it, and simply leave to the concert.

For the concert, you had bought like the best places. You were all up in front, and had a little space so you were not too crowded. All the way to your spot, you felt eyes on you, you heard people whistle. You were too excited and trying to see the stage that you didn’t pay attention to it. But Pedro did. He stayed up close to you, his arm on your shoulders, staring around at anyone who dared to even look at you.

He kept looking around, searching for anyone who would make the mistake to even try to look at you. It can easily get overwhelming. Being a celebrity you have to get used to having eyes on you 24/7, but sometimes it gets the best of you. You managed to get fully into the concert, your friends too, but you could that Pedro was tense next to you. You couldn't hear him sing, he was barely moving. When you turned around you were met with a very serious face, not even looking a the stage in front of you.

"Pedro?" You screamed, so that he could hear you over the loud music. He immediately turned, his eyes falling on you. "What's wrong?" The confused look in your eyes made him realise how low he went.

"Nothing" he shook his head, faking a smile. But come on, who was he fooling? You tilted your head, staring at him. His eyes never left yours. He leaned, talking in your ear. "I don't like all the people looking at you" You couldn't help but smile.

"We're at a Beyoncé concert, you really think they're looking at me?" You joked. Hearing your laugh in his ears calmed him a little more. He rolled his eyes.

"well they did whistle and all when we arrived" he added

"who said it wasn't for you too?" You tried to joke again. "Pedro. Who am I dating?" He gave you an unamused look. "Answer me" you said, standing in front of him.

"me" You smiled

"Yep I'm dating you. People can stare, whistle or whatever, but at the end of the day, you're my home". You put your arms around his neck, while his, instinctively went around your waist. He finally smiled. "C'm here" you said, so he would lean more into you to kiss him. "Better?" you tilted your head and smiled.

"Yes. Thank you cariño" You looked at each other for a few seconds, heart eyes for the both of you. You turned around, staying in Pedro's embrace, but facing the stage. You felt him relax under your touch. Now you both would enjoy the concert.

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milkytheholy1 · 3 years

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Ready or Rock?

A/N: I finally did it! I finally wrote a ROTTMNT fic! It's gender neutral and platonic, but a fic no less. I really hope you enjoy and I'm sorry so it's taken me this long to write another turtle fic.

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"Ughh, I can't believe I missed it!" you groaned into your hands, falling back into the comfort of your bedding, the large fabric cushioning your harsh fall. Your bedroom was quiet for a few moments, the other patrons to the conversation withdrawn in thought, odd for them really. Running your palms down your face, you sat up to look at them, blinking as their eyes were already on you.

"What time did you say you had to be there again?" Leo asked, finger rubbing underneath his chin, clearly trying to display that he was thinking; although you doubt little was truly going on up there.

"Half nine, and now it's currently..." you trailed off, pulling your phone from your back pocket.

"10.45 pm, you're exactly one hour and fifteen minutes late." Donnie jumped in, moments before your screen blinked on and illuminated your face in a pale blue light.

Your shoulders slumped, unsteady smile forming back into a frown. You had planned to see this concert for months now, your favourite band were going to grace the stage and you'd be in the crowd singing and dancing along. Yet, that didn't happen. Instead, you spent your night helping the boys track down Meatsweats, stopping him from doing god knows what.

It was only meant to take an hour or so, you'd have plenty of time to still get ready for the concert. Hell, you'd probably get there before the warm-up band even got on stage!

But you didn't. You missed the entire thing and returned to your darkened room sulking like a child. The brothers apologised profusely, well mainly Raph and Mikey, both equally upset that you missed the whole concert experience.

"Maybe we could go out for pizza? I know it wouldn't be the same as going to a super fun concert, getting to see your favourite band of all time and possibly meet them, make new friends that share the same interests as you, possibly falling in love with one of those friends then getting married to the same song they played at the concert, then you'll grow old together and always remember the first time you met. But- erm, where was I going with this again?" Mikey hummed, getting completely lost in thought.

Raph pulled him away from you, stepping forward to offer his own advice and apology, "Is there anything we can do to help, it was sorta our fault you didn't get to go." His offer was nice, the sentiment behind it screaming friendship, but what could they do? It's not like they could travel back in time, although with Donnie's tech, who knew?

"No, it's okay." you huffed out, now moving around the room getting ready for bed. The boys, including Donnie, all looked somewhat in a state of denial and guilt. How could they have let this happen, and to you no less?

They left with a sombre goodbye, not wanting to dull the mood any longer with their puppy dog eyes. The moment your window was closed, curtains drawn and lights off, they hopped to the rooftops and began to mutter and rant about a plan.

"C'mon guys, we gotta do something!" Leo moaned, face serious for once in his life. Raph stood beside his younger brother, arm clasped around his shoulder as he faced Mikey and Donnie, "Leo's right, we gotta do somethin' for (Y/N), but what?"

"Ooh, we could throw them a super cool party, catering by yours truly. Yeah! We can have cake and pizza, ooh and I've been dying to try out this new recipe for this apple crumble I saw online!" Mikey keened, fists bunched up against his cheeks in excitement.

"Rain it back a little, Micheal. What we need is to recreate the concert. We take the DNA of the band members while they're asleep, put them in a patterned designed clone maker and presto! Same concert, slightly genetically modified band members!" Donnie stared at his brothers with eager eyes, clearly he's had the idea of cloning on his mind for a while.

The three remaining turtles stared at him with fear, "You have a cloning machine? Isn't that, like, unethical?" Leo prodded. Donnie shook his head, his posture straightened, knees no longer bent in a crab-like crouch.

"Cloning machine? I never said I had a cloning machine, and I'd like to state for the record that I have not and will not clone you or any of our friends. I-I don't even have any of your DNA, but, uh, don't go looking in my lab, especially behind the purple curtain." he hurried out, frantic, sweat beading down his forehead.

Ignoring that completely, Raph clicked his fingers when he had his lightbulb moment, "That's it, I got it!" he keened, the others crowding around him, "We make our own concert, sure it won't be as good as whatever band was playin' but it's still a concert with friends!"

"You know, you might be onto something, Raph." Donnie agreed, nodding his head while a finger rubbed his chin in deep thought. Leo stepped forward, sceptical, "But how are we meant to play in a concert with...this whole situation." he motioned to his whole body.

"Ooh, we can go in disguise! Fancy costumes, sequences-" Mikey squealed, "Ah yes, the perfect opportunity to try my silk suit." Donnie beamed, ignoring the snickers coming from his brothers, "What? I'm not ashamed of it, I like the way it feels."

"Okay, so we're in agreement, high three everyone!" Raph cheered, slapping his hand into the middle of the group, the others following suit until there was a small pile. On the count of three, they threw their hands into the air, cheers erupting from them, "HOT SOUP!"

The boys had settled on the local park to host their nightly activities, in the dead of night building their small stage to entertain. Mikey continued to bash the hammer head against the nail, not noticing the way the nail bent out of place, wiping a hand against his sweaty head he sighed, "Ugh, this is taking too long."

Raph poked his head up from the piles of wood he was stuck under, strips of ducktape covering parts of his body, "Maybe we should do a construction montage to pass the time?" he proposed, wincing when Leo peeled a bit of tape off of his arm.

"Eh, it couldn't hurt."

*One building montage later*

"Well that was easy," Donnie stated, his jetpack reverting back into his battleshell as he gracefully landed on the grass, "Phew," Raph sweated, the hammer in his hand dull, "We sure did accomplish a lot during that montage."

"And when those frog guys came by too, ugh, I'm so glad we didn't miss it." Leo praised, Mikey hummed in agreement, "It was the greatest moment of my life." he wiped an incoming tear from his eye. Leo stood with his hands on his hips, admiring the stage in all its beauty, "We should do more stuff in montages."

"Agreed," the brothers chorused.

"Okay guys, now all we need to do is call (Y/N) down here and give 'em the show of their life!" Raph cheered, jumping in the air with a raised fist, "Wait, so we're not doing a dress rehearsal, sigh, this is so amateur." Donnie huffed out, arms folded over his chest in mock annoyance.

You scrunched your face further into your pillow as your phone continued to violently vibrate on the bedside table, its bright pale light still coating most of your room even when it was face-down. You continued to toss and turn in bed, just begging to be knocked unconscious instead of answering the damn thing; besides, who calls people at this sorta time.

On the final ring you had felt like you had lost your mind, whipping up into a sitting position and using your claw stretched hand to grab the device. You squinted your eyes at the bright screen, feeling them burn with its intensity. What you thought were calls were actually text messages and a lot of them at that, all from the same turtle.

Neon Leon: (Y/N), open ur curtains.

Neon Leon: I'm outside.

Neon Leon: If u don't come 2 ur window rn I'm gonna throw myself through it.

Neon Leo: If u don't answer I'm gonna spam u.

Neon Leon: (YYYYYY/NNNNNN).

Neon Leon: (YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY/NNNNNNNNNN).

Neon Leon: R u asleep?

Throwing open the curtains, you startled the poor boy, his form leaping back arms swaying frantically in an attempt to keep balanced. You grimaced at him, begrudgingly opening your window only for him to cut you off, "You're a heavy sleeper, y'know that?" his hand clamped around your wrist, barely giving you time to process what was going on. He dragged you out from the window, pulling you into his arms as he sprinted across the rooftops with you yelling at him, but in a harsh whisper as to not disturb the whole population of New York.

You had figured he'd taken you to the park, for who knows what. The trees hid you from curious eyes, but the slightly damp grass still reminded you that it was late, too late, to be out and about. Leo had placed you down gently, facing you with eager eyes, "Sit still and wait here, okay?" you nodded your head, you may as well go along since he took the effort to drag you here in the first place.

With a lively smile, he ducked off into the shadows of the twilight, completely gone from your sight of view. The next minute a spotlight pounced from nowhere, illuminating a curtain, which looked more like a bunch of blankets and sheets stitched together. They slowly drew apart, colourful bulbs blinking wildly on the stage, a sort of strobe light whirling around.

It found you hidden in the dark, pointing directly at you long enough where it got to the point that you had to cover your eyes before you went blind.

"We'd like to thank you for joining us, folks! We know it was quite sudden, but we can't wait to perform for ya tonight! Mikey?" Raph introduced, stepping onto the stage in a red suit, a black wig sliding off of his head.

Mikey sprung onto the stage, a boombox on his shoulder, his clothes melting off of him, "WE'RE THE MAD DOGZ!" he yelled out, pressing a button on the device, a thick drum beat blasting out. Leo skidded onto the stage on his knees, tongue sticking out as his fingers glided over the electric guitar in his hands. Meanwhile, Donnie had emerged from underneath the stage, smoke covering his entrance, a keyboard in front of him.

Your jaw dropped to the ground, did the guys seriously put this whole thing together just for you? Looking around you observed that you were the only person there, so they must have.

Although the more you listened the more it sounded like jumbled up garbage, each brother clearly delving into their own musical interests. Leo was dancing around as though he was a part of a Queen concert, Donnie was covered in techno lights and bopping his head like Daft Punk, Mikey was staying low to the ground and on occasion jumping around like 2-Pac and Raph's deep voice rumbled through the stage's floorboards like Isaac Hayes.

But you tried your best to keep up with it, training your ears to deafen everyone else and focus on one of the brothers for a certain period of time then you'd switch to another, it was becoming a pretty handy system.

With the final strum of Leo's guitar and the beats from Mikey's boombox simmering down, the turtles stood upstage and bowed. You stood from the ground, having sat down halfway through the performance, you clapped your hands, cheering and cooing loudly. The turtles gladly took the applause, smiling wide and continuing their bows until the curtains fell shut on them.

They stepped down from the stage, landing, somewhat, gracefully and marching their way towards you. They were panting heavily, you weren't surprised after what all they just did, Donnie spoke first, pulling off the punk-inspired helmet, "So, did you enjoy it?"

You couldn't form a single word with your lips, choosing to instead nod your head rapidly, "I- It was so awesome! You guys are awesome!" you exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement. The boys all gave each other a soft smile, secretly proud of themselves for what they had accomplished.

"So way better than that boy band you wanted to see?" Leo mused, tilting his head to get a better angle of your glowing face, "Boy band who?" you teased back. Raph wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you into a group hug, your head snuggling against Mikey's before you pulled away.

"Ugh, you guys smell gross." you huffed, pinching your nose and taking timid steps away from them. Leo stretched obnoxiously, the smell becoming more intense, "Well when you happen to be New York's best band, it tends to work up a sweat."

"Were we loud, how loud were we, oh man, I bet we were pretty loud, huh?" Mikey asked, mouth going a mile a minute. You laughed with him, "You were, erm, definitely loud."

"Oh yeah, loud and proud baby!" Mikey cheered. Raph stood beside you, his back stumping down a little so he could meet your eyes, "Hey (Y/N), you ready to go home?"

"Actually..." you drew out, puppy-dog eyes widening, "Would you guys play me another song?" you nearly begged. The boys seemed surprised by this, but a welcomed one anyway, they essentially flew back to the stage. The music soared under the pale moonlight, half of New York awake because of the reverberating echoes bouncing between each wall. What a shame they were missing out on one of the best concerts in the world.

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tomtenadia · 3 years

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Island Dreams - Chapter 11

Hi all,

Chapter 11 is here. So far this is my favourite. Rowan and Aelin go on the adventure he promised her and... well... there is fluff. Almost 5k words of fluff.

Aelin get to listen to Rowan's favourite groups. One of them is called Peat and Diesel. The guys are from Stornoway and I LOVE them. Their music is super original and fun. In this youtube video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZM6qAiZZKA you have an introduction of them. Listen to their accents and you have an idea how people on the Western Isles talk and the guy with the red jumper (Innes) has the kind of accent that Rowan has in the story. 3 of my favourite songs: Western Isles: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zo2zuDxqf6A This video is hilarious and the guy go around Stornoway. My Islands: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EoLBnk05ris&t=89s Stornoway: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efx_4YxLFRc

Peat and Diesel have been a constant soundtrack while writing this fic.

The second group are Runrig. Alas they are now retired but they have been playing for decades and they are the first Scottish group I have discovered once I moved to Scotland. I have seen them live and they were incredible. They sing in both English and Gaelic.

Happy reading and for once may the fluff be with you <3

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At 6am next morning, Aelin was in front of her house with her backpack strapped on her shoulders and all ready to go. The forecast for the day was meant to be wonderful with really high temperatures for Scotland. A heat wave, the meteorologists had announced. She was wearing shorts and a nice polo shirt and a baseball cap with a Saltire on that she bought at the tourist office. She probably looked ridiculous but she did not care. A text from Rowan came, announcing that he was on his way and five minutes later his car finally arrived. “Took you long enough.” Aelin commented while jumping in the car. “I was my aunt’s place to gather food. And knowing you, it had to be a lot.” Aelin punched his arm and he laughed in response. Once at the terminal they parked at the front and they both went inside the terminal to buy the tickets. Aelin was about to go ahead and order them but Rowan blocked her “my treat.” He said. With tickets in hands they returned to the car and joined the queue of vehicles ready to check-in and board. “This is so exciting.”

“Only a tourist like you would find the embarkation process exciting.” He joked and flipped her hat with his hand, making it fly. “And this tourist here is going to get a fridge magnet as well.” She replied while putting her baseball hat back on in defiance. Around 7.30 it was finally time to get on board. After they left the car on the car deck they climbed back on the passenger deck and Aelin dragged Rowan outside. “No way I am staying cooped up.” “It’s going to be cold.” He told her zipping up her jacket in a very protective manner. “I spent the entire journey here on the deck. And it was a bit cooler than now. You point is not valid.” He raised his hand in defeat “It’s your freezing ass.” He removed his windbreaker and Aelin noticed that her was wearing the university of Glasgow hoodie that she had stolen from him. “That’s my hoodie.” She protested. “You asked me to make sure it smell like me again. I am just following procedure.” She snuggled to him and inhaled his scent “A couple of more days, then it’s mine again?” Rowan laughed “Fine.” The ferry finally started to move and Aelin turned to the aft side of the boat and very dramatically she started waving at the people at the pier. Rowan followed her. He hadn’t been this excited by a trip in ages. And it was all thanks to her. Aelin leaned against the handrail, her face half turned and her hair flowing freely and in that instant Rowan took his camera out and snapped some picture of her. “Someone had a fancy camera.” She took a step to him to have a look at the picture he had just taken and was impressed. They were super good. “I am just the modern brat who uses her phone.” And she snapped a picture of him smiling. “Yes! I got a good one.” She was planning to take a lot of pictures of Rowan. Lysandra had asked her for some proof that this mysterious man existed and she was going to show her friend. An hour and a half later land was in sight again and they got ready to disembark and Aelin could not contain her excitement and not a long later they were on the road again. Rowan had attached his mp3 player to the car stereo and started playing some music. “This band is called Peat and Diesel, they are from Stornoway and they are one of my favourite groups. I met them once and they are hilarious and very down to earth and their music is brilliant if you are from there, you can relate.” Aelin listened to the tune and had to admit the songs were great. She started to dance in the car and Rowan laughed. “They are awesome.” “They are playing this year at HebCelt I have tickets for their concert…” he offered. “I am coming.” Then she stopped herself “If you want me, of course.” “I’ll think about it.” And he gave her a huge grin. “This song is called Stornoway….” He told her. “I love their style they add the accordion added to rock music. This is brilliant stuff.” “Good,” and his hand went on her knee. They drove for about five minutes, just enough to get out of the town and Rowan pulled over. Aelin was speechless the landscape around her was of barren mountains and in front of her lay this amazing beach. She got off the car and ran out and sat on the bench on the side of the road. The silence around her was incredible. Rowan was at her side a minute later. “This is Ardmair beach.” The he took her arm and pointed ahead “Those over there are called Summer Islands. You can take boat trips to visit them.” Aelin leaned against this shoulder and inhaled his scent mixed with the one of the sea. For ten minutes they sat in silence staring at the sea and listening to the seagulls. “Come on… we still have a bit to drive.” While on the road Aelin’s phone rang and was happy to see it was Lysandra. “Hi darling.” “Hi babe, quick call because I don’t have much time. Aedion and I have a surprise.” Exclaimed the woman at the other end. “Lys, please don’t tell you are pregnant already.” Lysandra laughed “No, Aedion and I have taken holidays.” Aelin grinned “So you are phoning me to tell me that you and mister hot hands are taking two weeks off to have crazy sex? Gee stop bragging.” She turned her head and noticed that Rowan pretended not to listen. In response she put a hand on his leg and his breath hitched at the contact. “No. We re coming to see you. We want to see all those amazing places.” Aelin screamed and almost gave a heart attack to the man at her side. “Ae, I have two minutes. We are coming up soon. I will text you all the details but we are staying for two weeks.” “Good text me everything and we’ll get some adventures organised.” Lysandra squealed on her side of the phone and then hang up to go and have fun in surgery. Aelin looked at Rowan “Lysandra and her boyfriend are coming up for two weeks.” “Given your screams I guessed it was something like that.” She squeezed his leg again and went back to admiring the landscape being amazed at every single corner. An half an hour had passed when Rowan stopped the car again and parked in a small car park. Aelin’s mouth fell open when she noticed the ruins of the castle on the loch. “That is Ardvreck castle.” He told her, getting off the car. Aelin followed and took the hand he offered. “When will this country stop to surprise me?” “Never.” Admitted Rowan “and this part of Scotland is one of the most stunning and the northern we get the wilder and unspoiled it gets.” “Ro, this is incredible.” She left his hand and started walking to the ruins. For a moment he just stared at her in admiration. Stared at her legs and the rest of the ensemble. Lyria had called her a stick, but Rowan disagreed. Aelin had curves and he was dying to get his hands on every single one of them. She turned around and called him and he woke from his revelry. Alas, they did not have the place to themselves and a group of tourists was walking around the ruins as well. “What do you think?” He asked joining her. “I want to climb on it.” “Well, you can’t.” Aelin grumbled something and Rowan let her explore the site. Five minutes later he noticed her talking happily with the group of German tourists. He was jealous of the simplicity with which she could talk to people. When she came back to him she had a smug smiled painted on her face “what did you do?” Asked Rowan expecting the worst. “One of the lady was asking about books. They are coming to Stornoway next week so I told her about our shop.” Our. She probably didn’t even notice the pronoun she used but Rowan felt a deep sense of pride and joy and his traitor mind reminded him that Lyria never called it like that. It was always your shop and when they had fights she would add a damned for emphasis. “We don’t have books in German.” He whispered. “Oh no, she is looking for books in English to practice.” Aelin took his hand “thank you for taking me here.” “The adventure is nor over yet.” He started walking. They crossed to road and he started to walk on the grass and followed the small river. They walked for a bit and then Aelin spotted some small waterfalls. The land was on different levels and the path of the river was broken, thus creating a small series of waterfalls. Rowan sat down on a rock and began opening his backpack. “Lunch time.” Aelin was at his side in seconds. He had made sandwiches for both. That morning he had woken up early and he had prepared a lunch for both. “It’s not a lot but we’ll eat when we get to Lochinver. There is a place where they make the most amazing savoury pies.” “You really know how to woo a woman.” She grabbed the sandwich he passed her and sat down in silence and stared at the water flowing down from the mountains. “Do I get to meet Lysandra?” Aelin munched faster and nodded “She will kill me if she doesn’t get to meet you.” Once done eating Rowan stood and offered her his hand “Come, let’s go. We can a have a long break after we arrive at our final destination. And we need to stop for pies too.” In a second Aelin was up and they walked back to the car. It took them fifteen minutes drive to reach their next stop and Aelin was giddy. Rowan had put more music on and she had discovered another of his favourite groups called Runrig and she fell in love with them. They also sang in Gaelic. She made a mental note to get all this groups from him once back home. Home.Because that’s where she was. And it felt right. A few houses and the hint of a village appeared out of the window and Aelin guessed they were arrived. Rowan pulled into the petrol station “Sorry. My car needs to eat as well.” And he gave a wonderful smile. He was always smiling to her recently and she wished he could do it all the time because it was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. Five minutes later they moved to the car park next to the petrol station and Rowan again offered his hand to her. The Larder was the name of the bistro they were going to. They went inside and sat at a table. “This one is on me. In the end we didn’t finish the meal after winning the bet, so that’s me now buying you the meal I owed you.” “Ro, you don’t have to.” He put a hand on hers and squeezed gently “I know, but I want to.” They were eating their meals when Rowan broke the silence “The local high school asked me to join them on a part time basis as swimming instructor.” Aelin’s hand stopped half way to her mouth and looked at him “No way.” He nodded and she saw a hint of sadness in his eyes. “How do you feel about it?” His hand deposited his fork on the plate and he leaned back on the chair sighing heavily “Torn.” A hand ran through his hair “I want to. I miss it so much. But I don’t know if I can.” Aelin grabbed her chair and moved closer to him and grabbed his hand in hers “Give it a go. Tell them you want to do a trial lesson. See how it goes. How you feel. Then decide.” “It would be for just two mornings a week, and the extra money is a plus.” He gave her a faint smile. “And I will look after the bookshop, so don’t worry about not being able to open. If you trust me, of course.” His face leaned closer and for a brief moment the space between them was very minimal. “I trust you.” Her hand all of a sudden had a life on its own and she found it going straight for his head and ran it through his hair. At the touch he closed his eyes and hummed very lightly. A second later Aelin retracted her hand and blushed furiously but he did not seem mad at the gesture. Quite the opposite, he had a very satisfied grin on his face. She was probably beetroot red just now, but it felt so good. They left the bistro and walked a bit along the promenade in the village, but she was dying to see the next stop and Rowan noticed her urgency. “Fine, fine we’ll go.” She ran back to their car while Rowan took his time walking just to annoy her. “You are such a grandpa.” Fifteen minutes later they stopped in car park and once out of the car she could spot a beach in the very distance and excitement cursed through her. She grabbed her stuff and was all ready to go while Rowan was doing his best to move so slow that a sloth could beat him to it. “Whitethorn!” She barked through gritted teeth. “Such an impatient woman.” He finally locked the car, picked his backpack from the ground and joined her. “I can see a beach. I have no patience.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him. Once they finally reached the sand, Aelin stood transfixed. In front of her opened a bay with sands so white it hurt her eyes and with the waters of a turquoise that could not be real. She was speechless. Also the beach was empty and they were the only two there and that was a bonus. “Welcome to Achmelvich beach.” She finally managed to move, dropped her backpack, removed her shoes and ran to the water. Rowan grabbed her stuff and moved it closer. He lay down a towel and sat down watching her play in the water with the unbridled joy of a kid. She was carefree and she was beautiful. “This is amazing.” She shouted at him while walking the length of the beach. Ten minutes later she was on her way back with a smile that melted his heart. “I just wish the water was not so cold because I’d die to have a swim in those waters.” Rowan patted the towel beside him. Aelin sat and then lay down with her head on his thighs and looked up at him and wondered if she had gone too far but he didn’t seem to fussed. They had been getting much closer but she still wasn’t sure how far she could go with her affections. She almost had a heart attack in the bistro when she brushed her hand in his hair. “Ro…” “Hm?” His voice sounded peaceful and she looked up and noted that his eyes were closed and he had a peaceful smile on his face. “Where do we stand?” “What do you mean?” “You and I. What is this?” Rowan sighed. He had been asking himself the same question for a few days now. There was definitely something there. Something more than friendship, but he could not define what it was exactly. “Are we friends? More? A couple? Because we have been behaving like one.” His hand brushed her hair and traced the line of her forehead “I don’t know, Fireheart.” She sighed and felt the same frustration as him. “You still have Elias. You two are still going out.” “We are not…” she paused “I mean, we are not a couple. And I need to talk to him.” She lifted her hand and with the back of it she brushed his cheek. “Why don’t we take it slowly. See how it goes, figure out our feelings and not put a label on it just yet?” He looked down at her. He could do that and it was probably the best way to go. Not rush things for once. Take their time. “But can I still do this?” And his hand traced her arms then reached her neck. His thumb continued his journey to her lips and brushed them gently while the hand cupped her cheek. Then he bent over and placed the chastest kiss in history on her lips and Aelin’s heart raced madly in her chest. It was brief and barely a kiss but it sent shivers all down her spine and she wanted more but she didn’t press. The hand left her cheek and moved down again tracing the length of her arm, until his fingers twined in hers “I like doing this.” “We can just be Aelin and Rowan for now. Status undecided.” And he heard her chuckle. Aelin nodded “A Buzzard and his Fireheart. What do you think? Way more epic.” She offered as an alternative. He brought her hand to his lips while still in his and kissed it “I love it very,” a kiss “very,” another one “much.” Aelin giggled and then her stare turned serious again “I am not going back to London.” And he stared at her almost understanding the weight of her admission. A selfish part of him had been hoping for that. Another reason why he didn’t want to make things official with her. He could not bear the idea of getting into a relationship and having to let her go back to her old life. And the idea of a long distance relationship was out of the question. “I feel like I don’t belong there anymore.” She continued and he let her “Not when I am currently living in a corner of paradise, where life seem to have slow down to a point that on the islands everything is closed on a Sunday. Where there so much nature around me and I feel like a can breath again. After a month I crave all of this desperately and the idea of going back to my old frenetic life… I don’t think I can do it anymore.” She closed her eyes and a pained expression was on her face “I can’t go back to all that. And definitely not to my old job.” Another deep breath “I have been looking for jobs here, at the hospital, but there is nothing at the moment.” “Aelin, that’s great.” He caressed her head “Something will come up. There is always a shortage of doctors on the islands.” “Will you be mad at me if I leave the bookshop?” Rowan gave her a huge smile “No. You go and follow your dream. If a job comes up you go for it.” And he meant it. Lyria had left him because she was bored and the job was only a way for her to make some money. Aelin was different, she would be going back to her dream job. And the fact that she asked meant she cared. “I can come and help from time to time, you know? Your display need my mastery touch.” Rowan erupted in laughter “My displays were doing okay before you arrived.” “Aye, but now they are doing great.” She sat up in front of him and resisted the urge to kiss her, more deeply this time. He shook the thought away and stood “Come, there is another thing I want to show you.” They grabbed their stuff and Rowan began walking on the rocky formation until they reached what looked like a small fortified construction. “That’s a weird building.” “That’s Hermit’s castle. Europe’s smallest castle.” He helped her navigate safely the rocky formation. “Gee, that is small.” He came behind her and his arms went around her waist “it’s quite a fun place and the views are incredible.” He grabbed her hand and pointed at the mountains at the horizon “that peak over there is called Suilven.” Aelin turned to face him “Can we go inside this castle?” “I knew you were going to ask it.” He took her hand and guided her back to the entrance “Be careful, it can be slippery.” She followed him into the entrance and noticed that he almost had to bend over to get access and laughed at him. “The joys of being short.” She mocked him. They spent a bit of time exploring the ruins “This is one of the weirdest places I have ever been to.” Once they were out Aelin sat on the cliffside and enjoyed the view. Rowan towered over her and was taking pictures, mostly of her when she was not looking in his direction. When her expression was natural. He sat beside her “You have three options now: one, we go to Clachtoll beach nearby, a bit smaller but still super lovely. Option two we get back into the car and we drive to a lighthouse, three we do both but we can’t linger too long because we have to drive all the way back to Ullapool for our ferry back home.” “I’ll take three.” “Good. So, get your arse of this rock and let’s go.” She jumped on her feet and followed him back to the car. Five minutes later they had reached their next destination and she was glad Rowan was the one driving. The roads were far too small for her and although she was getting used to it, she was still very apprehensive. He, on the other hand drove with the experience of someone who had driven along those small roads all his adult life. They took a nice stroll on the beach and Aelin again had to walk in the water and Rowan followed her. “We should come back to this part of Scotland… for… a longer vacation.” His eyes bulged in surprise and his heart fluttered. She was already thinking longterm and he realised that probably they were more involved than either of them had the guts to admit. Truth was… he had been thinking about something like that all day. Having a proper holiday with her and show her the north west of Scotland. Show her some of his favourite spots. “If you are deemed worthy of having me as a tour guide.” He joked and with his foot he splashed her on the legs and as revenge she did the same. “Such a mean old man.” “And you are a brat.” But you are my brat. “Come on menace, out of the water. I want to go to the lighthouse and then on our way back.” “Yes, sir. At your orders, sir.” She gave him a military salute and in her response he pushed her out of the water . “You will be the death of me.” And shook his head on his way back to the car. Twenty minutes later they reached the lighthouse and its position was just as dramatic as the one at the Butt of Lewis, with the Minch right in front of her. The wind had picked up and it was cold again. As if on cue Rowan arrived with her jacket in his hands “Put this on,” he pulled the jacket around her and zipped it up “Don’t get sick because I am not playing nurse with you.” And he grinned at those words. Mean her lips mouthed to him while he worked on the zip and for a second he stared at those lips and thought about the chaste kiss he had given her on the beach. He had a different idea altogether about what he would do to them. They reached the edge, and Rowan pulled her against his chest “Be careful, it’s quite a drop and the wind is savage. Stay away from the edge.” “You don’t need a jacket?” “I am used to this, I am fine.” He hugged her tighter and she enjoyed the heat emanating from his body. “See over there? That thin stretch of land?” He pointed at the horizon. The wind had cleared the sky so much that she could see land on the other side of the Minch. “That’s home.” At that word she put her hand on his and squeezed. She was enjoying the view but when she started shivering Rowan pulled her to the car “It’s cold. Plus we have an hour and a half drive back to Ullapool and I want to be there in good time for the ferry.” The drive back felt like it took longer than on the way out, probably because she knew the adventure was almost over and she wanted to spend even more time with him exploring. They made it back to Ullapool with a few hours to spare and Rowan showed her around the town and he took her to the town’s bookshop and they both ended up buying some books, like the two book addicts they were. Then Rowan took her for a coffee when he noticed her shivering and bought her a slice of chocolate cake. An hour later they were back in the car and in line to get on the ferry. “I really like these Peat and Diesel guys.” She commented while listening to his music. “They make me want to dance.” Rowan in response extended his arm and caressed her head and she almost purred. Once on the boat they stayed inside. The weather had turned all of a sudden and the wind had become quite bad and it was far too cold to be on the deck and Rowan convinced Aelin to take a seat and stay inside. He took a book out while Aelin leaned against his shoulder and almost instantly fell asleep. An arm went around her shoulder and pulled her closer to a more comfortable position and relished in the beauty of her body against his. The book forgotten, he now stared at her and her face was one of pure bliss. His thumb very gently stroked her cheek and then turned his neck and kissed the top the her head and lingered there for a moment inhaling her wonderful scent. She had been so cold that she had reclaimed her hoodie back and he was more than happy to oblige. He was tired of restraining himself. He realised sometimes that day that he was done pretending he did not feel anything for her. He wanted her. Badly. But until she had sorted her situation with Elias he could not do anything. And a pang of jealousy surged through him. He tried to read one more time but his mind could not concentrate, so he closed the book and decided to take a nap as well.

“Aelin,” he shook her gently as soon as the boat had started the docking procedure “we are almost home.” “Hm?” Then Aelin looked outside the porthole and noticed the familiar image of Stornoway’s marina. “Shit, did I sleep the whole time?” “We both did.” Rowan stood and gathered their stuff “Let’s go.” Rowan drove her home. It was past 9pm by the time they got back but it was so bright it was day but she felt exhausted. She had the most amazing day with him. “Rest, and I will see you tomorrow.” She brushed his hand and wished him a good night. Once back in the house she collapsed on the sofa exhausted. She finally remembered her mobile and when she looked at the screen she noticed two missed calls from Elias and a few text from him. It was Sunday for him as well and he was exploring the city and he had sent her some picture of places he had been and the complained that he missed her and that adventures without her were boring. Then she read the last message and her heart sank. He was coming back in a few days in the afternoon and he had invited her to dinner.

She threw the mobile on the sofa and went for a shower. And the more she thought the more she could not find a way to leat him down without hurting him.

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sleekervae · 3 years

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The Neighbour [0.4]

Masterlist

The first thing Eva did when she came home was finish downloading the rest of Palaye Royale's discography. It was as though pushing the arrow on the saturation scale and suddenly her apartment with skeleton white walls and empty shadows was bursting with a new variety of rich colors. Songs that pulled back the whites in her eyes and forced open her ears to this new euphoria that was rattling through her brain and body like a pinball game.

The band's music drifted through the apartment for the rest of the night, tracks on a loop that was sure to make the tenants upstairs despise her. By the time she finished cooking dinner for herself she was lost in the cynical poetry of Warhol, entranced by the echoing of Remington's rasping screams that were never out of tune. And while she was supposed to be working on her latest article, Eva was instead watching the video for Lonely, the entire time feeling like her throat had been ripped out by a bare fist and forced to watch it beat out.

All in all, Dying in a Hot Tub took the crown for favorite. On a Saturday night, when she would usually be out with friends and drinking her problems away at the local bar, Eva was dancing through her apartment, pretending to sing along to the miserable and comprehensive words. A glass of cheap white wine sat on the counter, aiding in her inhibitions for having a rock concert in her living room. Pluto wasn't having any of it, retreating to his bed and ignoring her for most of the night.

Meanwhile, holed up in his own bedroom Remington scrolled through the Tumblr blog that Eva told him about: posts filled with poetry and proses that had him hooked as sure as he was doing drugs. Each post told a story, ranging from questions about her femininity, difficulties in growing up with an absent mother and a know-it-all dad, the first boy she had who humped and dumped her after prom. Remington wanted to read it all, falling deeper into the rabbit hole of Eva Kuznetsov.

His focus shifted from text to music when he heard a familiar sound: that sound being his own voice. The faint echo of words he was singing to crowds not months ago were suddenly swirling in the air, and when he turned to the complex, he found he had a clear view of Eva dancing away under the golden lights of her apartment. She had the screen door opened, not big enough for Pluto to squeeze through, but enough so he could hear the muffled music from his room. He knew he had pretty open access to Eva; he just didn't realize that he could see right into her space.

Which meant she could probably see into his room, too...

It was mesmerizing to watch her, spinning, jumping, her hair pirouetting around the sharp edges of her perfect jaw, all the while smiling and pretending to sing along. It was the most endearing thing Remington had seen in a long time, watching the real Eva come to life. She was uninhibited by people and impressions, dressed down in a pair of little cotton shorts and her hoodie, she was absolutely crazy and perfect.

Mischief soon got the better of Remington and he reached for his phone, eagerly selecting her number and typing. Across the way, Eva stopped dancing when the music dipped, indicating that she received a text on her phone. Brushing her winded hair out of her face, she grabbed her phone off the desk, her face going beet red when she was Remington's text:

Nice dance moves, Frances Houseman

She glanced up through the glass sliding door, mortified when she realized Remington could see her this whole time. Illuminated by the glow of the street lamp, his boyish smile seemed to shine brighter, clearly amused with this late-night entertainment. She took a deep breath and turned down the volume of the music, trying to collect herself.

How much of that did you see?

He responded not even ten seconds later:

Enough to know your hips clearly don't lie.

Shut up

And if I may ask, why are you looking through my window?

I can't help it. I'm vain enough that I get distracted by my own damn voice

Or you're just a fucking creeper

The fact that you haven't closed the curtain tells me you don't seem to mind an audience ;)

A familiar warmth spread through the pit of her stomach and Eva began to giggle uncontrollably; like a child that had been caught stealing a cookie from the jar and was so on edge she couldn't help but laugh. Stupid her for not closing the curtain.

Well I'm sorry, but the show is over now

She then went to the window to close the curtain, flipping off the smirking blonde as she shut out the rest of the world. Remington only laughed to himself, quickly texting back:

But the memories will live on in my brain

Fuck you, Leith!!

I think you should buy me a drink first, Kuznetsov

Eva just shook her head as she read his last message, downing the rest of her wine with a rose-tinted cheeks. Even with the music off, she still had Remington's soft raspy voice ringing in her head as she decided it was time to turn in. She couldn't help but start singing to herself.

"But I'm dying in a hot tub, I'm dying in a hot tub with my cat!" she lunged down and pointed both hands at Pluto. Pluto was unfazed, just staring at her with an unemotive expression. Eva's smile turned into a scowl.

"Well, fuck you too, then,"

✧✧✧

May brought the promise of vibrant flowers, bikini bodies and so many reasons for people to go out and mingle with their friends at the beaches and clubs.

Well... that was the case a year ago...

In Remington's mind, he and his friends had no need to go down to the beach and risk contracting Covid when he had a perfectly safe and clean pool and patio in his backyard. And within the last two and some weeks, he had succeeded in bringing Eva around more and more.

She got along great with everybody, which had Remington confused as to why she said she had it rough with friends. But everybody seemed to like her, and soon enough she had assimilated into their little pod. She started just with sitting outside with everyone, and when she was comfortable enough she came and hung out inside the house. Afternoons were either spent by the pool or watching TV shows and eating snacks. And the more she stayed over, the more Remington became fascinated with her.

Even Emerson and Sebastian couldn't deny that there was something about Eva that was unique; she was sparkplug of quick witticisms and lame jokes that people would laugh at just because she was so cute. She was mature way beyond her years, and yet she still had fun like a teenager trying to find themselves in high school. More than anything, the boys were curious to how close Eva and Remington were slowly becoming.

Remington liked hanging out in Eva's apartment. The environment held a different kind of vibe; like an aesthetic post you'd tag on Pinterest under a renovations gallery. But Remington was inside Eva's world, seeing the random art pieces she had hung on the walls and getting to hang with Pluto on the couch. He helped her bake when they couldn't think of anything else to do, and she always insisted he'd bring some home even when he assured her that he didn't need it. She was kind, homely, a woman with a clean soul and dirty mind who could make him laugh and didn't care when he openly belched after a soda.

Despite the pandemic, Remington was excited for his birthday. Any other time, he was at a bar or a house party with his friends, drinking until he couldn't feel his legs or ending up face-deep in a grimy toilet bowl. Even though the party wouldn't be as fun as it usually would be, Remington was looking forward to at least spend his birthday with his closest family and friends, only.

Eva wished she could have had the same optimism Remington did, but the Saturday before his birthday, she was none too pleased to find that the drain to her kitchen sink was leaking water. And apparently, it wasn't her landlord's job to come up and fix it for her.

"You want me to come take a crack at it?" Remington asked when Eva explained the situation.

Eva's phone was on speaker as she tried to navigate the utility box in the closet to turn off her water.

"Do you have experience in sink maintenance?" she asked.

"I don't," Remington admitted, "But that's what Youtube is for, right?"

Eva simpered, "As entertaining as it would be watch you destroy my sink, I respectfully decline,"

"You think too low of me, Eva," he whined.

"I just know you better than you think, Remington," she replied smartly, "I got a plumber coming by, anyway. And he can't get here 'til six for some reason so I'll be down a shower day,"

Remington's eyebrows furrowed down, "He's coming at six at night?" he asked.

"Yeah," Eva replied, seemingly clueless to the skepticism in his voice.

"What plumber makes house calls after five o'clock?" he said.

Eva stopped short, "Well, he's an independant freelancer. Makes his own hours, I guess,"

"You hired a fucking freelancer to come fix your sink?" he said incredulously.

"He's what I can afford," she replied.

"So he didn't come from an agency?"

"Nope!" Eva huffed, satisfied when she finally figured out how to turn off the water dial, "He came from Letgo,"

It was then Remington had a sinking feeling in his gut. He didn't blame Eva that she didn't want to splurge her money on a plumber, but the thought of her alone with a strange man -- who mostly carried a multitude of heavy tools -- made his hair stand on end.

"Maybe I'll come by and wait with you while he does the job," he said.

"Why?" Eva asked.

"Because you're a small girl letting a strange man into your apartment after hours," he replied.

Eva turned to her window, still having a firm view of Remington's empty, but messy bedroom, "You were a strange guy I let into my apartment," she countered.

"And now you have concrete proof that I'm not a creep, I'm just a little weirdo," he replied, "I'd just feel better being there with you, is all,"

Eva shrugged, understanding where he was coming from yet assuring herself that he was overthinking it, "I mean, if you wanna'... sure,"

"Great!" Remington grinned, "I'll be by before six,"

The early afternoon soon delved into the night, and just as he promised, Remington was at Eva's apartment ten minutes before six.

And the plumber was late.

Eva attributed it to traffic when the clock hit ten after, but then she was annoyed by twenty after. What was he possibly doing that he was twenty minutes late for a pay grab? Remington didn't say anything, though the knot in his stomach got tighter as the minutes ticked by. And when Eva assured him that he didn't need to stay, he simply shook his head and declined.

"The only way you're getting me out of this apartment is with a fucking pitchfork," he told her, smirking with pride. Eva only rolled her eyes.

It was finally quarter to seven when a battered, unlabelled black pickup truck pulled up in front of the complex. And just as Remington feared, a rather large man came falling out of the truck and started trudging his way inside. He carried no tools with him.

Both Remington and Eva had their masks on and the windows open as the plumber came inside. He was portly, older, and he wore the mask just under his nose; a particular pet peeve of Eva's. He was polite as he greeted the kids, narrowing his eyes at Remington. The whole time he was there, Remington made sure to keep Eva close to him.

"So, what seems to be the trouble?" the plumber asked, coming over to the sink but looking around slowly at the knick knacks and furniture within the apartment.

"Well, I'm not sure. It just started leaking all of the sudden," Eva shrugged.

The plumber glanced at the faucet, then took a look under the counter to the pipes. Eva began to understand why Remington was so eager to come over, now. He stayed well on his knees for longer than needed, not pulling out a flashlight to see in the dark shadows. Even Pluto seemed to sense something was off about this character, he leapt onto the top of the couch where he had a full vantage point of the typical case of plumber's crack.

The plumber finally sat back from his inspection, turning to the two kids, "I see what the problem is. I gotta' get my other tools from my truck, though," he said.

Eva and Remington glanced at each other with uncertainty, "... Okay," she drawled, "We'll, um -- we'll be here, I guess,"

"Okay," he forced himself back on his feet and exited out the door.

Not two seconds later, Remington heard the faint carry of voices in the hallways; a couple by the sounds of it. He took a look into the hall, indeed finding a pair of Eva's neighbours unlocking their door as the door to the stairwell slammed closed.

A few minutes passed, but Eva was confused when she heard the revving of an engine outside. She went to go look out her window, and sure enough, the black pickup truck was speeding away. Needless to say, she was shocked.

"What the fuck!?" she exclaimed, "He left!"

Remington came to look as well, not surprised but his fears quelled as he watched the truck disappear around the corner.

"Good," he said, "Truth be told, I'm pretty sure he wasn't here to fix the sink,"

Eva pulled her face mask off, "What, you think he wanted to rob me?" she asked.

"Or something a little more vile," Remington nodded, simultaneously pulling off his own mask, "He clearly didn't like the fact that I was here,"

Eva's face paled for a moment, now grateful she had let Remington in when he asked. How did he know, though?

"How did you know he wasn't legit?" she asked.

Remington scrunched his nose, "Well, first of all he's coming by at six -- well, seven o'clock on a weekend. Second of all, you found him on Letgo,"

Eva shrugged, "I don't trust Craigslist,"

"Because Letgo is any more reliable?" he raised his eyebrows with a petty grin, "This is the part where you say 'thank you for looking out for me, Remington',"

Eva narrowed her eyes at him, "Thanks for coming by, ya' smug shit," she glanced out the window again, "You think he's going to come back?"

"Not now that he thinks I'm here, too," Remington replied, "Like I'd leave my girlfriend alone with a strange guy at seven at night. In a fucking pandemic, too," he scoffed.

Eva looked at him quizzically, "... I'm not your girlfriend," she drawled.

"But he doesn't have to know that," he grinned back.

Eva had to admit, she was impressed. And moreover, quite grateful for Remington's persistence -- though she wouldn't tell him that.

"Aw, I have such a smart boyfriend!" she gushed sarcastically, clasping her hands together before going to fetch her Lysol spray.

Remington simply sat back down on the couch, feeling pretty damn good about himself now, "Anything for my baby!" he exclaimed happily.

"Shut up,"

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cheezritsu · 4 years

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Haikyuu Couple Aesthetics (pt 2)

part one here!

Kageyama Tobio: couple workouts, linked pinkies, lingering touches, butterflies in your stomach even after years of knowing him, parting his sweaty bangs after a gruelling match, sitting in your lap during study sessions. The childhood friends couple; always attending his games, setting a separate ringtone for when he calls at 2 am from another country, his thumb caressing your cheek when he kisses you, walking home after practices with his face washed with sunset; tiny, barely there smiles meant for your eyes only; mundane tasks as dates, buying magazine covers with his face on them; knuckle kisses, massaging his tense muscles after long, grueling days; pressing your foreheads together, looking deep into his love filled eyes; always following your advice, wrapping his arms around your waist and breathing in your scent; recalling old memories with his grandfather, cooing over baby pictures, having each other as your phone background, being prideful for him, trophy husband jokes; standing up for him no matter what. Slow, unsure kisses, even after so many years; always saying “see you later” and never goodbye, soothing his worries with a hug, knowing what he means even when he’s quiet. You two are the star crossed lovers, never quite separated as long as you’re in love.

Hinata Shoyo: 8 hour phone calls, tan lines, bruised arms, giving Natsu advice like she’s your sister; the sunshine couple; constant encouragement, sitting on the back of his bike and going down hills, Marvel movie marathons, talking so much you forget to eat, reading Shonen jump together, him teaching you volleyball, showing up to all his matches; the number 10 proudly across your chest; brushing away his frustrated tears with the back of your hand; video calls with 12 hours between you two, spontaneous dates, convenience store slushies, being shown off to his friends, pinky promises, cheek kisses, running through the streets with intertwined hands, laughing maniacally; making any day an adventure, getting meat buns at 2am, sitting in the stands at practices, learning Brazilian recipes, smiling contently as he tells yet another story about Brazil; holding his face so gently he might cry, hugging him like he’ll vanish under your fingertips; never whispering “I love you,” only screaming it so everyone can hear. Proud smiles, even in hard times. You two are Icarus and the sun, your fierce love the one thing that keeps the wax from melting under your wings.

Azumane Asahi: braiding each others hair, linking pinkies, slightly mismatched appearances, long, ambling walks home while the sun sets; comforting whispers, spinning hugs, promise rings, the sweet couple; always having the right words, modeling his designs, long distance calls on Saturday nights, dried roses, brown sugar boba tea, framed couple photos, bubble baths, fingers tangled in each other’s hair, running errands as dates; sleeping in his tee shirts while he’s away, stealing glances at one another, shoulders always touching on train rides, still blushing whenever your hands brush, being his personal cheerleader, having a mailbox with both your names on it, at home haircuts, rainy day dates; softly kissing each other awake; candid photos, monthly anniversary gifts, a comforting touch always close at hand. You two are Orpheus and Eurydice, willing to plunge the depths of hell to stay together.

Iwaizumi Hajime: late night FaceTimes, learning to skateboard, insulting one another as a love language, stuttering out “I love yous”, couple workouts, being in each other’s profile pictures, bullying each other at any given moment, double dates, matching denim jackets, couple outfit of the day posts, melting into his arms, airport reunions, stealing his food during dates, the laid back couple; stealing his hoodies, long walks filled with easy conversation, having a dog as a child, being dubbed “Iwaizumi’s cool partner,” wherever you go; late night convenience store runs, sunrise hikes, arm wrestling competitions to win arguments, protective arms around your waist as you sleep, unironically calling him “Iwa-Chan”; cheesy Disneyland California couple photos, staying up with him as he studies for exams, rubbing the tension out of his shoulders, listening to his old Seijoh stories, being loved by Makki, Mattsun and Oikawa, resting a comforting hand on his chest, taking pictures of him in the background at sports events, taking pride in everything each other does. Not so much saying it love you,’ but seeing it. You two are the moon and the ocean; tidally locked with one another, and never wanting it any other way.

Ushijima Wakatoshi: taping his matches on tv, wearing his coats when he’s away, champagne flutes, fancy dinner parties, the classy couple; musky, dark cologne, tacky souvenirs from countries he’s visited, indoor plants everywhere, cooking breakfast together whenever possible, courtside seats at his games, peaceful silences, quiet vacations, fancy dinner dates, pearl necklaces, first class flights, monogrammed luggage, smiling at your shared last name, french manicures, laced hands, moonlit walks, promise rings, handwritten letters, traditional weddings, feather light kisses to your knuckles; listening to his voice to fall asleep, mindless touches, secret smiles, ironic heart emojis, learning each other’s love language, sitting in his lap while he watches matches, coming home together after long days apart, fluffy white robes, his and hers sinks, forehead kisses, patiences, evenings spent reminiscing with Shiratorizawa, never losing sight of what’s important: each other. Accepting him no matter what, squeezing his hand for reassurance, saying ‘goodbye’ just so you can say ‘hello’. You two are like wild ivy, growing and entangling in one other until you’ve become one.

Tendou Satori: watching anime until the sun comes up, taping his bruised fingers, singing his impromptu songs, cheering loudly for him at games, exchanging memes for hours, the silly couple; walking home with swinging intertwined hands, comic shop dates, playful banter, calling him “miracle boy” with a seriousness that makes him blush; bullying Goshiki, amusement park dates, stuffed animal presents, incoherent love notes, keeping pictures of you in his wallet, making chocolates in the dead of night, singing loudly in the shower, tickle fights, sneaking into his dorm when you can’t sleep, coming to his defense whenever, wherever; spit shakes, inside jokes, teasing whispers, learning tiktok dances, anime hoodies, cooing over his baby pictures, protective glares, shoulder touches, identical laughter, falling deeper in love with every passing second. You two are a hurricane; a force to be reckoned with with no intentions of stopping.

Bokuto Kotarou: Being Akaashi’s worst nightmare, screaming songs in the car together, throwing rocks at each others windows in the dark, laughing on the phone underneath blankets, kisses every time you see each other; the inseparable couple; always knowing when he needs a hug, playing with his hair, wearing his jersey to volleyball matches, spoiling him at any chance, staying in bed an extra five minutes, trying new restaurants every other day, getting lost in the city for hours, constant snapchats, good morning texts, surprise visits at work, piggy back rides, ice cream on summer days, friendship bracelets, comedy movies, Polaroid pictures, bear hugs, beach dates, sleeping with his head in the crook of your neck. Hands always touching, nose kisses, spikes dedicated to you, air kisses across crowded stadiums, posing for paparazzi, the entire world knowing your name because he can’t keep your name out of his mouth for ten seconds. You two are remnants of the same star, finding one another across space and time.

Semi Eita: dyed hair, eyebrow piercings, walls lined with guitars, dive bars, muffled singing from the shower, sake shots, world tours, chain necklaces, wearing his merchandise, karaoke dates, fishnet stockings, luxury hotels,the sexy couple; being his muse, velvet sofas, singing duets in the kitchen while making breakfast, dazzling smiles, having a makeshift recording studio in your living room, papers littered with song lyrics, starving artist budgets, breakthroughs at 4am, meeting his old teammates at concerts, silly audio recordings of meaningless conversations, “babe, listen to this!” the intimacy of sharing headphones, pressing kisses to his calloused fingertips, having more amps than furniture, spending hours in comfortable silence untangling his chords, the rush of listening to his new songs, constantly being on your toes, kisses that make your heart stop, being so proud of him. Long days spent slaving over work, his soft voice smooth like honey. Agonizing practices, staying by his side no matter what. You two are Bonnie and Clyd; absolute ride or dies through thick and thin.

Kozume Kenma: watching all his videos, popping by work to give him lunch, singing softly while doing laundry at his house, making out in his gaming chair, soft, the intuitive couple; teasing fingers up your thigh, expensive gifts, housewife jokes, blanket burritos, at home dates, Speedrunning videos games, botched apple pies, having delivery on speed dial, curling his hair behind his ear before kisses, cat cafes, Gucci sunglasses, jamming to video game soundtracks, DND game nights, being in the background of his live streams, owning cats like children, bingeing on convenience store snacks, horror movie marathons, making fun of Kuroo, carding your hands through his growing hair, quick, stolen kisses, feeling completely at home with one another; watching cartoons till one am, matching stickers on your Nintendo switches, animal crossing weddings, sharing scarves, waking up curled into each other with the afternoon sun through your blinds, genuine and ugly laughter; smiles so soft you think you’re imaging them, listening to him pour his heart out about a game that broke him; ever laughing at him, slowly slipping to sleep while he plays video games, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You two are video game protagonists, falling in love like the universe intended you to.

Suna Rintaro: Black sports cars, luxury apartments, Adidas track pants, fresh Nike sneakers, black and white everything; the aesthetic couple; matching outfits, silver rings, flashing lights, hazy bars, rolled blunts, hip hop beats rattling through your car speakers, late night texts, slow, languid kisses; rainy days, bedroom eyes, button down shirts, chipped nail polish, saying “bruh,” instead of “babe,” petty insults, wandering hands, dipping out of family reunions, noise complaints, throwing snacks into each other’s mouths, having your orders known at a restaurant, red solo cups, ash trays, house parties, spinning a record and listening to it for hours, laying on the floor with nothing to do; silk sheets, midnight drives, stupid jokes, lazy smiles, fist bumps, the inherent romanticism of not being romantic; bathroom selfies, upsetting the twins, always being one the same page, wilted flowers, tracing the outline of his lips before diving in for a kiss, trusting one another completely. You two are silver screen lovers, having the romance all teenagers would die to have.

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lowkeyassgard · 4 years

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DAY 10 OF LOKI VS. EARTH: CONCERTS

Day 10 of Loki vs. Earth series and today Loki is very pissed off by attending a country concert.

One shot summary: After bailing Loki out of some serious trouble, Thor asks Loki to attend a concert with him.

Quarantine series summary:It’s going to be a series of fun and light hearted one shots to help readers and other writers get through this hard time. I made a a03 collection and a tumblr tag. To join just write a fun, soft, and/or light hearted one shot and post it to the collection @Quarantine_Series or tag it on tumblr as #quarantine series.

Word count: 900 words

Loki didn’t care much for music, He never understood why Midgardians would spend their time blasting loud obnoxious noises into their ears. Also, didn’t understand how they enjoyed it. He didn’t like it but since permanently residing on Midgard his brother Thor had found a love for it. He blasted it through their home and would dance around like a psycho. Loki thought Thor a fool for it.

Thor had been pestering Loki to attend a concert for the last few months. Loki had repeatedly said no but knew he would no longer be able to decline the offer. Loki had recently run into some trouble leading Thor to bailing him out. Literally. Loki was arrested for assault. He did nothing of the sort, but the police officer insisted that Loki had come at it. What had actually happened was that one-day Loki was walking down the road flipping his favorite blue knife and a police officer had stopped to question him. Loki was not a fan of this man tone and pointed his knife at the officer. Loki wasn’t going to stab him, but the officer said that he had to jump back to avoid being plunged in the gut. What a liar. Upon Loki’s arrest they confiscated the knives on him and threw him in a dirty dark cell.

He spent two whole days in the jail because the police department had no clue who Loki was and how to contact someone to bail him out, Loki wasn’t from Earth, so he did not have a fingerprint on file or even a social security card. The entire police department was perplexed by his existence because to their computer system Loki simply did not exist. Yet he did and he like all others will have to serve the time for his crime. On the second night of his confinement Loki astray projected to New Asgard and pleaded with his brother to free him. Sure, thing the next morning there Thor was with a big wad of cash to free him and recover his prized knives.

With that situation in mind Loki knew the next time Thor asked he would have to go. He did in fact owe his brother and how horrible could a concert be.

The dreaded ask came two days later. Loki was in his bed reading a book over astronomy. It was a calm and bright day. He was in a pleasant mood. He was until Thor came waltzing into his singing one of those songs he was always blasting.

“Oh brother! Do you recall when I got you out of that sticky situation?

“How could I forget brother. It has only been a week.”

“Oh, how time flies when you are having fun. Speaking of fun how about you and me go to a concert tonight. There will be alcohol.” Thor emphasized the last part. Loki wasn’t fond of Midgardian alcohol, but something was better than nothing. Since Loki didn’t have any form of identification he could not lawfully buy alcohol even he was thousands of years past the required age. The people would just not believe it. So, the only time he received alcohol was when he stole it, much frowned about by Thor and Valkyrie, and when he went to an event that served it to all guests.

“Ah yes brother. I do owe you so just this time I will join you.”

“YES!” Thor practically jumped with joy. Loki knew that Thor loved hanging out with him, but they just didn’t like the same things. Loki liked raves and clubs meanwhile Thor loved campfires and concerts. They were like polar opposites and yet they still loved each other dearly. When Loki had no one, he had Thor. Thor was the only one that gave him chance after chance and saw the good in him. So even though he knew he would hate every minute of it if this concert would make his brother happy he would attend.

“Alright Loki. Be ready by six and where something that isn’t black.”

At a quarter to six Loki walked out of his bedroom in a olive green shirt and grey denim jeans. It was the only thing he owned that wasn’t black or Asgardian custom clothes. He felt like a teenager that was trying to be cool. He wasn’t going to impress anyone, so he swallowed his pride and put on a smile for his brother.

Thor on the other hand was absolutely ecstatic. He was in a plaid button up shirt blue denim jeans and boots. He was grinning ear to ear. The minute Loki came out Thor gave a big holler of excitement and practically dragged Loki out of their home to take a truck into the city.

They arrived at the concert venue within the next forty five minutes and immediately Loki wished he had said no. Just from the look of the people entering the venue he would be miserable. Everyone entering was dressed in cowboy hats and boot. The men and the women were plaid shirts and both were equally acting loud and obnoxious.

As Loki walked with Thor toward the entrance Loki groaned. The person taking the tickets was a blonde chick with a plaid shirt tied at her breast level. She was in cutoff denim shorts that showed the bottom of her undergarments. She was loud. Too loud. Loki wanted to throw his ticket at her and tell her to shut up before she found her mouth bound. Instead he calmly watched as Thor handed the tickets to her.

“HOWDY THERE BOYS. YALL READY FOR SOME FUN”

“No.” Loki simply said. Thor was beside him talking about how excited he was and had been looking forward to this all day.

Loki left his brother at the ticket stand to push his way into the venue. He thought maybe it would be better once inside, but it was not,

Thor had left out the part that this was a hillbilly concert. Loki wasn’t even trying to be offensive. A person that walked by him held a sign promptly stating that it was a hillbilly concert. The sign read “Hillbillies get down too.”

Everyone I mean everyone looked like they should be in the wild west. Loki didn’t usually complain about humans showing off a little skin but now he was. Their attire and the way they presented themselves repulsed Loki.

He pushed himself thought the crowd of sweaty exposed bodies to find the bar. Once there he was even more repulsed. They just had beer. Cheap piss. This was their suck ass excuse for alcohol. The whole reason why he was here. Loki remembering, he was doing for this Thor laid down a few bills and took one of the beers. He took one swig of the beer and spit it out on the ground.

“Real men drink beer.” A woman sitting at the bar scorned at him. He reached for his knives to realize he left them at home.

‘Real women know not to pester a man that could easily destroy them.” Loki spat at her. Pardon his language but fuck her. If he had his knives he would hold them at her throat until she cried out in mercy. He might not want to take over the world anymore, but he would not be disrespected.

Not being able to stand the taste of this piss he threw the half full can on the ground and removed the lighter from his pocket and set it on fire.

“Oh, brother there you are!” Thor said before realizing that Loki had set a can of beer on fire and had attracted a crowd.

“Please excuse my brother. Its not a concert without a little spilt beer am I right?” Thor said before grabbing Loki by the arm and dragging him to the other side of the room.

“Loki, what did I tell you about burning things?”

“Do not belittle me brother. That Midgardian piss made a fool out of me and I smite its existence as punishment.”

“Just stand here and have some fun. The concert is starting soon.” Thor said before taking a swig out of his own can of fermented piss.

The concert did start but Loki did not have fun.

The music was horrendous. It was loud. Obnoxious loud. The people let out yeehaws like they were farm animals. At one point the man beside Loki made the comment that he loved this music which Loki returned by screaming “THIS IS NOT MUSIC.”

Worse than the music was the dancing that followed. The dancing looked like an exorcism ritual. The people shook their bodies and bent them in ways that should mot be normal. They thrashed against each other and yet out shared simultaneous hollers. Loki felt as though he was watching a whole crowd of people possessed by a spirit and this country music was expelling them of their farm demon.

As the night went on the crowd got worse. Even his brother began to thrash around and swing his beer in the air. Later Loki would ask what happened and Thor would just say he was overcome by the music. Overcome by the music? The only thing Loki was overcome by was the urgent need to bleach his eyes and wipe his memories of this event.

When the crowd began to sway, Loki let out a groan. The people around him assumed he was joining them in their pleasure but he was not. Every time their shoulder pressed into his body he had to stop himself from grabbing them and snapping them in half.

At one point the stranger beside him bumped a little too hard into Loki taking him by surprise and knocking him to the concrete floor. That was loki last straw.

“I do not know what kind of hoe down throw down you people think this is hit if you so ever even think about touching my godly skin I will remove your bones from your body one by one.”

The people around him just stopped. They stopped dancing. The must stopped playing. The people all stopped to look at Loki.

“I am a god and I will not be disrespected and touched by you distasteful rowdy animals.”

Thor just watched in disbelief as his dear brother screamed at a venue of people.

“ I did my best to enjoy this time for the sake of my brother but you farm animals sad are just not worthy of my company.” With that Loki felt arms reach around him and he was picked up. A very large human carried him outside the venue and threw him on to the ground.

“Do you know who I am?” Loki screamed at the man.

“No and I do not care. Move another inch and I’m calling the cops.”

Loki was absolutely appalled that he was thrown out. He was even more appalled that Thor did not quickly come out to him. Instead loki spent the next 2 hours on the ground outside of the venue. When Thor finally came out he was completely hammered. . He was smiling and laughing to himself

“Brother. You are such a pain. Kicked out of a concert. If only mother and father could see this. They would laugh so hard they wept.”

Needless to say that Loki never attended a concert after that.

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metalchickaf19 · 4 years

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The Bowers Gang: How the Guys Would Behave at a Rock Concert with Their S/O (Anonymous Request)

* In a scenario where the guys take their partners to a Guns N’ Roses concert.

* Any and all credit for this idea goes to the requestor.

Belch

Super psyched to be at an actual rock concert

Like... the most psyched you’ve ever seen a person be

Has only ever been able to buy taped live performances off the burners at his school, and so is kind of mind-blown to actually be at one in the flesh

Shows up early to tailgate/kick it with the metalhead crowd (starts blabbering about 60s’, 70s’, and 80s’ rock with at least five different groups of people)

Matching band tees for Huggins and his partner?

That question is met with a resounding yes (our resident teddy bear spent the entire night before decorating them)

Lets his s/o sit on his shoulders for the majority of the performance...

... yet also manages to keep a beer in his hand the whole time somehow

I don’t even know, man - dude can balance a Solo cup full of Budweiser and his fully grown beloved without flaw

Functioning alcoholism, folks - it’s an art

Randomly tickles his s/o’s sides/sways them around on top of him to the music

Lots of drunken singing (*cough* screaming *cough*) along with the band

Tries to get up on stage during the finale (because intoxication), but gets booted off by security

Insists that he and his s/o should try to sneak backstage and meet the band after the show, but ultimately passes out and needs to be driven home

What can I say? Drunk Huggins 1.) slurs everything, and 2.) is mischievous

... It’s really good that you didn’t try to sneak backstage though

That was a terrible idea

Henry

Didn’t want to come to the show, but let his s/o drag him along

Mostly because relationship Bowers = soft Bowers, but also because Butch took the day off work that day

Tries to start a fight with literally everyone that bumps into him (aka: 70% of the crowd)

In general, acts like the one tense needle in a haystack of party people

I.e. Won’t eat or drink anything, stands rigidly straight, watches the people around him as if they’re up to something, etc.

Basically just radiates that natural “Bowers” vibe despite the fact that the setting isn’t suited to it anymore

Doesn’t sing/respond to the music at all once the show starts...

... but is straight-up enthralled by the concept of the mosh pit

Seriously. Just stands and stares at it for a good few minutes, completely ignoring the stage

Never decides to join in though, because Henry isn’t about that “fair fight” life

Rolls his eyes every time his partner sings along with the band

Eventually starts mumbling lyrics under his breath/nodding his head along to the beat, but stops every time his s/o looks over at him

Yeah... you basically brought a walking corpse as your concert date

Have fun with your socially inept, perpetually angry boyfriend

Patrick

Doesn’t care about the music part of this at all - just came to fuck shit up

Didn’t even know what band he and his partner were seeing until they showed up early to tailgate

Takes food from people’s cars/trucks/grills mid-conversation so they won’t notice (i.e. hiding in plain sight)

Also steals a couples’ tickets immediately before the show, and sells them back to them saying he “just had extras”

Moral of the story: Hockstetter is never a kind soul, folks - if he has what you need, he’s probably the one that took it from you in the first place

“Encourages” his s/o to jump into the mosh pit (aka: tries to physically force them into it while laughing like a maniac)

Eventually accepts that they won’t do it though, and dives headfirst into it himself

... the mosh pit was disbanded by security a few minutes later though, because people started dropping with severe injuries (random stab wounds, 2nd degree burns, etc.)

Screams out the lyrics with his s/o every time the band lets the audience sing along

Goes into a literal trance when everyone puts their lighters in the air at the same time

Probably the most “at peace” facial expression his partner ever sees Patrick make - just stares out at the field of flame in front of him, and barely seems to be processing it

... But you know what Hockstetter was thinking about?

He was thinking about how he wished he had brought his hair spray, so he could light up 80% of the crowd at the same time with one spritz

... Yeah. His train of thought was less than wholesome, and we’re all extremely surprised by this, I’m sure

In the end, slightly murdery, but overall a fun experience

His s/o better be down to try to sneak backstage after the performance, though - unlike Belch, Hockstetter can actually make that shit happen

Victor

Doesn’t know the band well, but is happy to be at a concert nonetheless

Spent the last few days familiarizing himself with the band’s music so he would be able to follow along with the songs

Doesn’t sing much, but moves to the music a lot

I.e. Nods his head a lot, rocks his body back and forth to the beat - “cool guy” moves

Cuts loose when it comes to headbanging, though

Like... legit.

What can I say? Criss gives no fucks when “Welcome to the Jungle” is playing, so shut your mouth and stand at a safe distance

Randomly disappears from his seat in the middle of the show...

... and comes back with an armful of band merch for his partner (hat, t-shirt, complimentary hot dog - the works)

Keeps an arm around his s/o and sings along with them after some adorable urging (Victor can never resist the dough eyes)

Whenever a slow song plays, pulls his partner to a secluded part of the venue beside the stage to dance with them in private

... which inevitably leads to a highly romantic make-out session every time

Ends the night with a cheap, late-night meal at the local diner, and much talking about the extreme amounts of fun had at the concert

Is it a dream date?

I’ll let you decide.

... Yes, it’s a dream date.

#henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #victor criss #the bowers gang #the bowers gang headcanons #it

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rougepetale · 4 years

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I’m glad you came (Prologue) (SITS)

Fandom: Scandal in the Spotlight (Voltage love 365) Pairing: None.... yet (but multiple) Warning: None.... yet Note: this is for @iluvsexyvoltageguys This is just the prologue so nice and SFW right now This will be a mini series of smut

The link had only be live for a minute when it had been bought up. The VIP+ experience.

You couldn’t believe that you were able to buy it. When it had the Terms and Conditions popped up it had become real. You had just spent an entire two months’ paycheck on this. Yet here you were, scrolling through the ten page document.

Nobody actually read those things anyway. You had signed your name on the dotted line and clicked ‘Accept’.

The concert was only a week away, you had to find the perfect clothing to wear to the concert. You were going to meet the entire band! You couldn’t wear your regular old clothes. And as much as you wanted to wear your fan shirt, your favorite fan shirt you didn’t want to come across as uncool to them. You had picked out a short dress that hugged your curves.

You had already scheduled your bikini wax and eye brows threaded. You wanted no hair out of place, and everything perfect. You didn’t know what this VIP event would lead to, best to be ready for anything.

The night of the concert you were so incredibly giddy! You were led to your seat by body guards. There were no other seats beside you, it almost felt like you were a princess. You could hear the chatter around you of excited fans of all ages and genders. You could even hear some whispers about you, who were you? Why were you by yourself? Were you a celebrity?

The lights dimmed and a hush fell over the crowd. The silence didn’t last long until the crowd began to chant “Rev-ance! Rev-ance!” You got caught up in the chanting and found your voice adding to the growing fervor.

The sun goes down

The stars come out

And all that counts

Is here and now

My universe will never be the same

I'm glad you came

The lyrics rang out and the stage lights immediately lit up. The crowd went wild as they saw the men on stage.

They were wearing their trademark white uniforms as they started the song.

You cast a spell on me, spell on me

You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me

And I decided you look well on me, well on me

So let's go somewhere no-one else can see, you and me

You had jumped onto your feet and sang your heart away with them. It was by far one of your favorite songs. Your hands pumped along with the upbeat song and your body bounced with the beat. You were enjoying yourself that you failed to notice five pairs of eyes had watched you. They wanted to know who the lucky person was.

Turn the lights out now

Now I'll take you by the hand

Hand you another drink

Drink it if you can

Can you spend a little time

Time is slipping away away from us so stay

Stay with me I can make

Make you glad you came

The lights had turned down and lasers danced over the theater and you suddenly felt your hand being enveloped. You went to scream when you heard the sultry voice in your ear, “Easy there. Come with me” it was the familiar voice of Kyohei in your ear.

Your voice was caught in your throat as your legs followed obediently. You could feel yourself ascending stairs to what you assumed was the stage. You followed Kyohei to the middle of the stage as you were immediately sat upon a chair.

The sun goes down

The stars come out

And all that counts

Is here and now

My universe will never be the same

I'm glad you came

The light immediately came back on and you had to blink back against the brightness. On stage the five men were around you. They were but a few feet away as they sang and dance. You could see their smile, and their faces so clearly. All you had to do is reach out and touch them. Your hand obeyed your thoughts as they followed out to reach towards Kyohei. He had turned towards you and grabbed your out stretched hand. Pulling you from your sitting position to be pressed against his chest.

Your mind went blank. His voice was in your ear. His fingers caressed your chin before you were pulled from Kyohei. This time to Iori.

You cast a spell on me, spell on me

You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me

And I decided you look well on me, well on me

So let's go somewhere no-one else can see, you and me

His hand came to your waist then briefly came to your chest where his fingers ghosted over your breasts. You shivered and your knees nearly buckled. Was this part of the VIP+ experience? Your mind briefly wished it remembered anything about the contract. But the contact on your skin had your mind wandering elsewhere.

You made eye contact with Iori, his grey eyes looked so beautiful. No wonder he was named Prince Iori. His smile had butterflies in your stomach, he grabbed your hand with his own gloved ones and placed your hand over his chest where you could feel his heart beating wildly.

Turn the lights out now

Now I'll take you by the hand

Hand you another drink

Drink it if you can

Can you spend a little time

Time is slipping away away from us so stay

Stay with me I can make

Make you glad you came

Before you could fall too deeply for Iori you were pulled away from him to Nagito. His energy as you smiling from ear to ear. His own hands rubbed over your shoulder and stroked quickly over your ass. Sending tingles through your body.

He grabbed your hand and spun you away from him and back into his chest. He directed your body to dance like they were. Your body just a puppet being manipulated by the puppeteer.

The sun goes down

The stars come out

And all that counts

Is here and now

My universe will never be the same

I'm glad you came

You were passed off to Kota. His shy smile made you want to hug him on stage. His graceful movements made your own movements feel clunky and slow. He pulled you flush against his body and nuzzled into your neck for a second.

He had nipped softly at your neck and immediately you felt body jerking at the sensation, his tongue snaked out to sooth the skin. Having be pulled around by the guys was intoxicating. You could hardly think!

I'm glad you came

So glad you came

I'm glad you came

Before you could be nibbled more you were pulled to the leader of the band, Takashi. His seriousness rolled off of him even though he was singing such an upbeat song. His caramel eyes were full of emotion, conveying everything to you. He knelt before you for a split second. Taking your hand in his as he kissed your knuckles. Your skin felt as if it was burning where his lips made contact.

Your entire existence was focused on him, the scream of fans were so far off as if it was just you and Takashi. His words felt just for you. Like he was so happy that it was you that was on this stage. He reached up and removed his cap from his head and placed it on your own head. You could smell his cologne radiating from the cap. It was unique and intoxicating.

The sun goes down

The stars come out

And all that counts

Is here and now

My universe will never be the same

I'm glad you came

The lights went out and your hand was immediately taken and you were being pulled offstage, once again you followed obediently. “Good job up there! You didn’t trip at all!” You knew that voice, it was Nagito!

“I uh—“ your voice had failed you, you wanted to ask so many questions but you couldn’t even comprehend what was happening.

“We can’t wait to meet you after the concert!” his hands found your shoulders as he sat you down, “Enjoy the rest of the concert.”

Nagito was back on stage before the lights went back on, and you suddenly found your voice again as if it had been locked away while on stage. Everything was deafening, the shout of the crowds, the lights, everything. You sat in your chair in a daze as you watched them continue on with the songs as if nothing had happened. Yet your skin burned where they had touched you, as if you had been marked by them.

You suddenly couldn’t wait for the end of the concert to come quickly enough.

#Voltage #voltage boys #voltage inc #voltage otome #Scandal in the Spotlight #prologue #kyohei rikudoh #iori enjo #Nagito Aoshima #kota igarashi #takashi ninagawa

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peachfyzzy · 5 years

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the best of both worlds: a passione x reader au part 2

plot summary: la squadra is forced to face the reality that you’re in deep shit. despite this, risotto puts his trust in you resulting in the beginning of a battle with Narancia.

“See?! This is what happens when you just accept babies from off the street! Look at this! Now we’ve gotta clean up a mess! I told you she’d get u-”

“Ghiaccio, would you shut your mouth for three seconds?!” When the group heard of Diavolo’s orders for your execution, the base was thrown into chaos. Diavolo didn’t know about your double life- or at least he didn’t tell Risotto that he did. Risotto retrieved the order like every other. When he declined, the boss was surprised. He was even more surprised when Risotto wouldn’t give him an answer to his question as to why. Normally, he followed all of his orders like a dog. But this time, fear was lurking in Risotto’s voice.

He knew he didn’t have much time.

In fact, everyone knew they didn’t have much time. That’s the exact reason Prosciutto was snapping on the panicked Ghiaccio. Prosciutto had already burned through a good pack and a half of fancy Italian cigarettes before Risotto stepped into the base living room. “Everyone! Shut up and listen!” The men quit their shouting and looked up at the gigantic man. All except you, who was looking down at your feet in shame and confusion. “The Boss doesn’t know we helped her. He doesn’t even know that the girl on stage is the same one sitting here.” He paused, putting his hand on your shoulder. “You have to perform tonight.” The words made anger stir within you.

“What do you mean have to perform tonight? So you guys can sit in the crowd and endanger yourselves?”

“Well, yeah. Pretty much.” Said Iluso, who remained somehow calm.

“Shut up Iluso! Who’s coming for my head?” You rested your head in your hands, groaning.

“My guess would be Bruno’s gang. He wouldn’t send out Unite over something like this.” Prosciutto lit another cigarette, trying to keep his cool as he spoke. “If we go out and try to stop them, you know what will happen right?”

The team was quiet.

“I can’t let you guys do that.” Your voice was quiet but sure. “This was my fault. I’m not gonna put you to the boss because of my own doing.” Once again, the room was quiet. The selflessness Risotto let rub off on you was coming back to bite him in the ass.

“Then what do you intend to do?” Prosciutto gave Risotto a worried glance.

“You’re gonna let her decide?”

“You know what roof she grew up under. I trust her to make a smart choice.”

Risotto’s trust gave you a burst of confidence.

“Face anyone who comes my way.”

~*~*~

“I don’t wanna do this!” Narancia’s expected reaction echoed throughout the small, italian car.

“Do you wanna end up as fish food? No? Then we have to.” Fugo said with little remorse, keeping a careful grip on the steering wheel. “I can’t do it cause I’ll end up killing everyone in the crowd. Abbacchio’s stand isn’t used for combat, people would see Giorno, and Bruno is keeping watch. That leaves you.”

“But-”

“But nothing. Your stand will make people believe it was just some random crazy person. Police will just assume the bullets got lost somewhere.” Narancia simply frowned, not wanting to be stabbed by the stick shift in Fugo’s anger. With a sigh, Fugo rested his hand on Narancia’s back. “I don’t wanna do this either. It seems senseless. I know you’re a big fan of hers.” With a sad nod, Narancia agreed. “We don’t even know her.” Little did the boys know, they were both well acquainted with you. On the Mafia side of your life, you had crossed paths with Bruno’s gang a few times. On missions, you were always eager to join forces with the boys and loved spending time with them. Of course, they had never seen your stand or truly fought with you. Most of the gang ended up getting to whatever target you had before you could even think of pulling yours out. They had no idea who they were killing, and you had no idea how you were going to avoid that killing.

With your resolve strengthened, you gripped the golden microphone in your hands. The screaming of the crowd reverberated throughout your entire body and for the first time before showtime, fear began to envelop your body. You took to the stage like a moth to light and never felt out of place or awkward but now, you felt deep terror resonating. Where would the attack come from? What would happen if you failed? What if’s raced across your mind until the very second you stepped out onto the stage. That familiar adrenaline began pumping but this time it only made you sick. Persisting, you put the microphone to your lips and began to greet your audience. As you began to rile up the crowd, Narancia was sneaking past the bouncers to get into the venue, grumbling all the while. Fugo and Bruno followed close behind, trying to speak against the loud, screaming people. “Narancia! Remember to make things quick! You can’t do things in front of the crowd or you’ll make things suspicious.” Bruno said, tossing the binoculars to the boy. He knew he should have splurged on front row seats.

“Waddya want me to do ‘till then?”

“We’re gonna watch the concert and scope out the scene, dumbass!” Fugo’s irritability was already shining, making Narancia throw his hands up in defense.

“Alright alright!” Narancia peered through the binoculars and watched you dancing and singing your heart out on stage. You looked so happy and without care but in reality, your mind was in another place. Gulping, you looked into the audience and tried to look for any familiar faces. The rest of the show was a blur. Everything moved too fast and sounded too loud. Dread tends to have that effect on people. Finishing your set, you ducked into the back of the dark stage. You huffed and puffed, wondering if they had forgotten to hunt you down. Just as you thought you might get away, someone flicked on the lights. You quickly looked up, gulping and catching sight of Narancia.

Your heart sank. No part of you wanted to hurt the boy, especially considering how sweet he seemed from the limited time you two spent together. Aerosmith was hovering around his head. Keeping on the act, you spoke. “Who are you?”

“Just a fan! I got backstage passes if you wanna see ‘em!” Leaning forward, the pass dangled from his neck. Was he genuinely in a fan of yours?

“I know what you’re here to do. If you think I’m gonna let you kill me…” With a deep breath, you summoned your stand and pointed the loaded arrow at the boy. “You’re sorely, sorely mistaken!” Quicker than quick, the calm atmosphere filled up with the sound of gunfire and the phantom smell of smoke. You ducked behind a crate before jumping up, knowing it was going to be full of bullets within seconds. In your hurry to dodge, you sent an arrow flying at the boy but missed by a centimeter or two.

“Wah! The Boss didn’t tell me you were a stand user!”

“If you wanna stay alive to talk to that boss again, you’d better high tail it out.” You tried to keep up a tough persona best you could, mimicking Prosciutto as best as you could.

“No way. I got a mission and I’m gonna follow it through to the very end! I gotta get pizza after anyway.” Shit, there was the Narancia you knew. The persistence and loyalty you came to love was now a big obstacle in your path. Just as he finished speaking, bullets filled up the dresser you had leaped on. All the training you had been through was no joke and you were absolutely confident in your ability, even if it wasn’t exactly combat-based. You dipped, dove, and whipped around the sharp edges and corners. Narancia followed closely behind you, making sure to shoot every other second to try and nip or graze at your sides. Eventually, you neared the edge of the stage. At the edge were a mini case of stairs and a drop. You shifted your weight, turning on your heels. You noticed your mistake as Narancia couldn’t stop his momentum and crashed straight into you, causing you both to fall down onto the hard dirt of the back of the venue. You both grunted, taken aback by the fall. Once your senses returned, Narancia looked...confused. He was staring at you in pure and utter confusion.

“What are you doing? If you’re gonna kill me, kill me!”

“Nah! I’m not gonna kill you! I’m looking for that popstar gal! Where did she go? And why are you wearing a wig?” You gasped, grabbing at your head and realizing what was going on.

“Narancia-”

“It was like she just disappeared into thin air!”

“Narancia-”

“Did you see her stand? It looks like a cupid’s bow!”

“NARANCIA! I am her.” You threw up your metaphorical white flag and you saw the gears turning in the boy's head.

“WHAAAT?” You nodded, holding up the wig.

“You...You snatched my wig.”

#narancia ghirga #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #vento aureo #fugo pannacotta #jojos #giorno #bruno bucciarati

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 5 years

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BTS Reaction: They come home and find you singing/dancing to one of their songs

I had this idea in my head for a while. Because sometimes I just get so lost in BTS’s music that I am fangirling/jamming out so hard and not giving a single fuck who sees me. It made me wonder how the boys would react to this. So here we go! As always requests are open if you have any ideas you would like me to write for BTS or Got7 <3

Namjoon

Namjoon told you he was going out for a while, but promised he would be back soon. While he was gone you were quite bored, and decided to put your music on shuffle. Suddenly, Trivia:Love began playing through your headphones. There was no way you were going to stay seated and listen to this song calmly. It was your boyfriend’s solo and you had to show it the proper love and respect it deserves. He arrived home to find you dancing around the living room with a hairbrush in your hand, pretending like you were singing to an arena full of people. He couldn’t help himself but to burst out laughing hysterically. “I had no idea you liked my song that much baby”. His voice startled you and you threw the hair brush across the room, causing him to laugh even harder. “Namjoon! You scared the hell out of me! I wasn’t expecting you home so early!” He softly kissed your temple and sat down on the couch. “Well? Don’t let me spoil your fun! Keep going. It’ll be nice to be an audience member and not the performer for a change”.

Jin

You wanted to surprise your boyfriend by cooking him dinner. He was always spoiling you and treating you like a queen, so you wanted to do the same for him for a change. You had your music on shuffle playing through your speakers. You began to hear the soft piano melody of Epiphany filling up the room. You checked the clock and figured it would still be a little while before Jin was home. You picked the spoon up off the counter and began singing along. Jin walked up to the front door and heard you before he saw you. He chuckled to himself as he heard you belting out the chorus. He walked in as soon as you were singing the end of the chorus so he decided to sing with you. “I’m the one I should looove”, he sang at the top of his lungs. You screamed and abruptly turned around, hand clenching the fabric of your shirt over your chest. “Kim Seokjin! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled your head against his chest. “Dinner and a show? I must have saved someone very important in my past life to deserve this.” He kissed the top of your head and would encourage you to keep singing while you cooked, absolutely loving how your voice sounded singing his song.

Yoongi

Yoongi was wrapping up a late night at the studio. He normally would call when he was on his way home, but this time it had slipped his mind. He walked into the apartment to see you dressed with a bandanna around your head, rapping along to his part in mic drop. He seriously thought you were the cutest damn thing he had ever seen. He had to cover his mouth in order to keep you from hearing him laughing because he didn’t want you to stop just yet. When it got to the chorus you tried your best to match their choreography, feeling quite proud of yourself. You turned around and saw Yoongi standing in the doorway, but you didn’t stop. You turned up the theatrics and really gave him a performance to remember, he had a smile on his face the entire time. When you finished the song, Yoongi started cheering and clapping for you. “BTS who? I only know y/n”. You smiled at him brightly as you grabbed his hand and pulled him down to lay on the couch with you. He held you in his arms, still silently laughing to himself and making a mental note to forget to call you more often.

Hoseok

Hoseok had texted you and let you know that he would probably be at the studio late, working on some new choreography. Knowing you had the night to yourself you put on some music you could dance to and keep yourself entertained. Little did you know, learning the new choreography didn’t take him nearly as long as he was expecting it to. When he walked through the front door he saw you with your ARMY bomb in hand, dancing around the living room singing “I’m a new generation Anpanman, I’m a new super hero Anpanman”. He quietly snuck past you to grab his own ARMY bomb, and joined you in the living room. It startled you to see him so early, but you quickly got over the initial shock and grabbed onto him as you both danced around the living room together. By the time you were done you both collapsed on the ground, sides hurting from laughing so much. “I am so glad I came home early. Gosh you looked adorable jagi”. “I am really glad you came home early too Hobi. I was feeling a little lonely dancing by myself but seeing you smile and have fun too cheered me up instantly”. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, as he looked at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

Jimin

Jimin decided he was going to come to your apartment and surprise you with a visit today. He finally had some time off and he wanted to spend it with you. You had given him a key to your place a while ago. He unlocked the front door and could hear you in the bedroom singing along to Promise. He instantly had the biggest smile on his face. He felt a warmth in his chest as he listened to you singing his song. He was torn between wanting to just stand there and listen to you or walk into the room and give you the biggest hug. His want for your affection eventually won out. He knocked softly on the door and entered the room. Your face lit up as soon as you saw him. You ran across the room and jumped into his arms. “Jimin! I missed you so much I am so happy you are here!” “I missed you too jagi. I heard you singing my song.” He set you down and you began to blush furiously. He smiled softly at you. “You sounded beautiful. Can we lie down together? I want to hear you sing some more.” Jimin knew you couldn’t say no to such a sweet request so of course you agreed. He laid down with his head on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist hugging you close as you continued singing. He let out a content sigh, as he though that there was no better way he would rather spend his time.

Taehyung

Taehyung had called you and told you he was on his way home from the studio and would be home soon. However, that didn’t stop you from continuing your mini concert you were performing in your living room. You timed it just right so that when he was walking in the door it would be just in time for Yoongi’s part in Cypher pt. 3. You knew how much Taehyung loved it and you wanted nothing more than to make him smile. When he walked through the door and heard you rapping “Suga AKA Agust D” he dropped his bags and came over to perform with you. He grabbed the remote off the table and pretended to use it as a microphone. It quickly turned into a competition to see who could be more extra while rapping along to the song. However he was so impressed by you that he stopped and just sat down and watched you, hyping you up after every line that came out of your mouth. When you were done you collapsed on the couch next to him. He peppered kisses all over your face as he praised you, “Min Yoongi better watch out. My baby is a badass rapper who’s going to dominate the music world!” You shoved him away playfully as you both laughed at each other. He snuggled closer to you and you couldn’t help but smile, completely enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.

Jungkook

Today was the day you usually spent cleaning up your apartment. You put some headphones on and put on some music to help pass the time. Jungkook had planned to come over and help you, but you were so engrossed in your music you didn’t see the text from him that said he was coming over soon. Magic Shop was one of your favorite songs, and it didn’t matter where you were or what you were doing you always had to sing along. He could hear you singing from outside as you forgot to close the window. He was laughing as he entered your apartment. He saw your ARMY bomb sitting on the table and picked it up. He turned it on and started swinging it back and forth as you sang “So show me.” “I’ll show you”, he responded. You jumped and couldn’t help but laugh when you turned around. Jungkook answered your smile with an equally wide one of his own. “Keep singing baby! You sound amazing!” He became your #1 fan as he sat on the couch, waving the ARMY bomb around and yelling out all of the fan chants. When you finished the song you bowed, and he began shouting for an encore. You spent the next 30 minutes performing songs as he cheered for you with the biggest smile on his face.

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ronweasleyisourking · 4 years

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This is How We Dance Chapter 2 | Read on AO3 here

After Sirius, Remus, Regulus and James had helped the girls get their equipment backstage, obviously not letting Lily carry anything, they entered the crowd that was already spilling out of the bar that had been cleared of any furniture in preparation, despite the fact the concert had not started yet.

They were already sweating from the being packed against people shoulder-to shoulder and despite Regulus’s protests, Sirius had taken off their shirt, throwing the mesh fabric over their shoulder, surprising everyone by calling out, “Frank? Frank is that you?”

They fought through the crowd, taking a minute to get just ten feet across the bar and they were all suddenly face to face with people they used to go to school with. “I knew it was you Frank! And you too Alice! I haven’t seen you guys in so long,” Sirius said throwing their arms around Frank, obviously not worried about the fact that they were shirtless.

Frank pulled away and looked Sirius up and down embarrassedly, saying “I see you haven’t changed at all Sirius,” and while Sirius was pretending that they were offended before going on to hug Alice and then Emmeline, who they hadn’t seen, Frank looked past him, his eyes brightening when he saw James and he continued, “And James is here as well! It’s so nice to see you again!”

Sirius made disgruntled noises again, Remus looked perturbed at not being noticed, and Regulus looked a little pissed, knowing that Frank and James kind of had a “will-they-won’t-they” thing in high school, but James just smiled and said, “Hi Frank! It’s nice to see you too. I don’t know if you remember him or not, but this is my boyfriend, Reg, and our girlfriend is playing tonight. The Q Rebellion.”

Alice quickly introduced them to her cousins, Hestia, who was a few years older than them, and Gwenog, who was quite a bit younger than them, and James could tell that this was her first concert by how excited she looked. He made a note to introduce her to the manager's nephew, who loved concerts and who he believed was around her age.

The first act was getting on stage, and James said, “You guys have to come to the after party at our house. You can even stay the night. We have room,” before turning to the stage, where a band consisted of about seven people introduced themselves as Fifteen Possible Girls, opening with an original song about Medusa and her nonbinary partner that she tried not to turn to stone.

The crowd went wild and those of them that had seen the band play before or who had watched their YouTube videos sung along with lyrics, their little group included. The people were jumping up and down, never in sync yet it still seemed like some perfect planned-out motion, and they laughed and screamed and a lot of them were thinking that this was the best night of their lives, being able to be so free with people who were just like them at a concert that was all about celebrating who they are. And it kind of was.

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Remus slipped back through the crowd right as the fourth act was playing, getting ready to help the girls moves their instruments on and off the stage, and now a duo was playing a love song, obviously written by one to the other. James noted their great chemistry with another, the way they played and danced so seamlessly together, the way their voices blended together as if one, but also noted that they were nowhere near as good as the girls. But he was biased.

When the girls finally came on stage, James’ grin grew at seeing Lily behind the drum set, and tried not to think about all the articles he had read about how loud noises could damage the baby’s hearing, because Lily had given him enough lectures about how the baby was going to be fine, plus it was being introduced to great music.

“Find tables spaces, say your social graces, bow your head, they��re pious here, but you and I, we’re pioneers, we make our own rules, our own room, no bias here…”

The band started playing their cover of Wild Things by Alessia Cara, and while not everyone in the crowd knew the lyrics by heart, but as soon as Marlene began singing, the crowd started trying to sing along with her, dancing in the little room that they had. James turned to Reg, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and pulling him even closer, so that every part of themselves that could touch were touching, and kissed every inch of Regulus’s skin that he could reach at the moment. He and Reggie weren’t typically big on PDA, not like Remus and Sirius were, or even Marlene and Dorcas, but listening to their girlfriend and best friends play in a room of people who didn’t care what they were doing was a different story. They could be themselves. They didn’t have to hide.

“So hey, we brought our drum and this is how we dance, no mistakin’, we make our breaks, and if you don’t like our 808s, then leave us alone, ‘cause we don’t need your policies, we have no apologies for being…”

Everyone began singing as the chorus began and James threw his head back, laughing at the pure joy of it and practically screaming, “FIND ME WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE!” Regulus was less enthusiastic about it, mumbling the words into James’ chest, so that he was the only one able to hear him as he felt the familiar vibrations of Regulus’ voice in his chest, making their ways to his heart. He kissed Regulus again, hard and fast before continuing to sing the song.

“I lose my balance on these eggshells, you tell me to tread, but I’d rather be a wild one instead…”

When the song ended a couple minutes later, James blew a kiss to the stage, hoping that Lily would see and knowing that she wouldn’t, before fighting through the crowd with Regulus (Sirius stayed back with Alice, Frank and Emmeline) to get backstage. They probably could have spent the entire time backstage but there was just something about being in the crowd at concerts. Something that made James feel so alive he wouldn’t ever trade for standing backstage.

And when he finally got to Lily, he got a feeling like that too. But this time he had a word for it – love. He was full of it, for Lily and Regulus and his unborn baby and all of his friends. It was the greatest feeling in the world to him.

Fic Playlist

Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by Panic! At the Disco

Wild Things by Alessia Cara

#sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #james potter #lily evans #frank longbottom #alice fawley #emmeline vance #hestia jones #gwenog jones

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Summertime Sadness - Ch. 18

Word count: 2209

Warnings: Just lots of fluff :)

Author’s Note: This is my favorite chapter so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Song Suggestion: Jump on my shoulders by AWOLNATION (but like start it once they are in the car for maximum effect hehe)

“Do Mom and Dad know that Josh is coming over?” Bri asked you while she worked your hair into a french braided ponytail. It was finally long enough to be pulled back, which you were glad about.

“No, but it doesn’t really matter.” Your stomach had been feeling like it was on fire all morning from the anxious thoughts swirling your head. What if your parents didn’t approve? What if Josh doesn’t like your parents?

“I can’t believe you guys are back together after seeing him once at the fair, like don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for you! It’s just we worked so hard to get you over him!” Bri explained, putting the finishing touches on your ponytail. It was short, and she left the bangs down but the braids made it look fancier.

“I know, but sometimes things happen for a reason. I just dont think it was a coincidence, plus everything felt right when he kissed me for the first time since I left him.”

Bri shrugged, “I guess I just don’t understand.” She left your room, heading back to hers. You checked your makeup before heading downstairs where your parents were busy playing a game of scrabble.

“Mom? Dad? Can I tell you something?” you said softly. You watched your parents eyes look up at you, and you took a gulp.

“What is it, sweetie?” your mom said with a worried tone.

“Uh, my boyfriend, Josh, is coming over. He wants to meet you guys.”

“Boyfriend?” Your dad huffed at the word.

“Yes, Dad. Boyfriend. And we’ve been together almost all summer, just on and off, but I want you guys to meet him.”

“I would love to meet him,” your mom said with a little uneasiness in her tone.

“I don’t think you guys understand how much he means to me.”

“Is he the reason why you were drinking, and sneaking out all summer?” your dad growled. You could tell he was angry, and you wanted to text Josh to not come.

“No, Dad. Seriously, please,” you were practically begging when you all were interrupted with a knocking. All three of your heads snapped towards the door.

“Be nice,” your Mom whispered to your Dad. You walked over to your front door, and opened it to reveal Josh wearing a black Nike t shirt and shorts. He smiled at you, and embraced you with a hug.

“Josh, this is my mom, Y/M/N!”

“Hi! Nice to meet you!” Josh held out his hand and your Mom shook it. You watched her eyes dance from his tattooed arm to nose piercing to gauges.

“Nice to meet you too!,” she mustered up a smile before retracting her hand and walking back to the kitchen.

“And that's my Dad over there,” you nodded toward the figure sitting in the recliner. He didn’t look up from the book he was reading.

“Hi, Mr. Y/L/N!” Josh walked over, extending his arm once again for a handshake. Your dad looked Josh up and down before going back to his book.

“Nice to meet you too, Josh.” His tone was cold, and you could tell that Josh was uncomfortable. You grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs to your room.

“Your Dad definitely does not like me,” he whispered.

“He doesn’t want his daughter dating some hooligan like you,” you teased. Josh rolled his eyes and sat on your bed. You watched him inspect your room. He had been there before, but he still was taking everything in.

“I’m so glad that you went to the concert last night,” Josh said after what seemed forever. He patted the bed next to him, and you walked over and took a seat. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close so your head was resting on his shoulder.

“I know, me too. I’m really sorry for everything,” you whispered.

“No more apologies, look forward, remember?”

You nodded, “Yes, I remember. Are we going to dye your hair now?”

“Yes! We need to go to the store to get the stuff though, who wants to drive?” Josh asked, standing up from the bed quickly almost making you fall over from the lack of support.

“I can drive!” You sat back up and jumped up, grabbing your keys from your wall.

“I don’t think you have ever driven me before,” Josh ran his hand through his hair. “Should I be scared?”

“You should be terrified,” you joked.

You and Josh headed to your red Kia Forte. Josh settled in the passenger seat, while you got situated in the driver's seat. You handed him the aux cord, and he smiled. He put on some Awolnation, and you two were dancing and singing as if the past two weeks never happened at all.

You were happy, and you wanted to look over and watch Josh sing and drum, but you had to keep your eyes on the road. Fortunately, the store was only about ten minutes away.

“We’re here!” you announced while pulling into a spot by the front door. “What do we need again?”

“Bleach kit, and to pick a color! I also want to get a bag of Doritos, they sound really good,” Josh said while getting out of the car.

“Of course you want Doritos.” You and Josh headed into the store and headed straight to the hair dye aisle. You picked out what seemed like a reliable bleaching kit, but also one that wasn’t too expensive.

“There’s so many color options,” Josh mused. You watched his eyes dance from one box of dye to the next. Finally, you saw his hand reach for one.

“You made a decision?”

“Blue. I know you said I should have done blue earlier in the summer, so I think I decided on that.”

“You remember that?” You thought back to when you first had talked to him about dying his hair, and how blue reminded you of cotton candy.

“Of course I do! Do you think the bleach will damage my hair?”

“It might make it less curly, but I’m not sure!” You reached your hand up and tousled the top of his hair. You followed Josh to the snack aisle and watched him grab a bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos, and went back to the self-checkout to pay.

The entire car ride home was spent with Josh freaking out about the hair dye, and all the possibilities of what could go wrong.

“I don’t want my hair to fall out!” he screamed.

“Josh, shh, don’t yell! It’s going to be okay, stop stressing yourself out.”

“I met your parents for the first time with brown hair, and then I’m going to leave looking like cotton candy.”

“Yummy,” you snickered.

“Seriously, Y/N! I don’t want them to dislike me even more.”

“Joshua Dun, it’s a hair color. They have other things to be upset about, like you taking their daughter’s v card.”

“That hasn’t even happened!”

“Yet.” You looked over at him to see his reaction. You could tell his cheeks were red, which made you want to giggle but you kept it inside.

“Anyways,” Josh changed the subject. “I’m just worried.”

“Well, don’t be!” you reassured him while pulling into the driveway. You headed up to your bathroom and got everything set up.

“You could probably take your shirt off so you don’t get dye on it.” Bri suggested as she walked by the open door.

“You just want to see him without a shirt on,” you rolled your eyes closing the door on your little sister. “But she’s right, you should take your shirt off.”

Josh shrugged his shirt off, and the sight of his bare chest made you gasp. He was just so pretty, and you wanted to give him kisses everywhere.

“Earth to Y/N,” Josh waved his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance.

“Sorry, I got distracted,” you laughed. “Ready?” You slipped on a pair of gloves and mixed the bleach powder with the developer. You started with the ends of his hair, knowing that the closer to the head the faster the bleach would activate.

“It’s cold,” Josh whispered as you were applying the color to the back of his hair.

“It’s hard to reach because you’re so tall,” you mumbled.

“Here, let me sit down,” Josh walked over to the closed toilet and sat down. He tapped his knees signaling you to sit on his lap.

“How am I supposed to reach your hair now?”

“Just like straddle me,” he laughed.

“I see what you’re doing, Dun,” you rolled your eyes as you sat on his lap facing him. You held the bleach carefully making sure you weren’t spilling it. You continued to brush it on his hair while he held your hips.

“Is it done yet?” Josh asked. You shook your head.

“Just a few more strands.” You worked the bleach in until you couldn’t see any natural color left. The bleach made you realize how much longer the top of his hair was compared to the sides.

“Now is it done?”

“Yes, Dun, it’s done,” you giggled at the pun you made as you scooted off of Josh’s lap. He stood up and looked in the mirror.

“How long do I have to wait?”

“Like 30 minutes, here put this shower cap on,” you handed him a clear cap and he placed it around his head.

“What should we do for 30 minutes?” he asked. You shrugged, opening the bathroom door and walking back to your bedroom.

“Why is Josh shirtless?” you heard your brother ask from his room.

“We’re bleaching his hair,” you explained and you didn’t have to look at Johnny to know that he rolled his eyes.

“Both your dad and your brother do not like me, it’s so obvious!” Josh complained.

“It’s okay, they’re boys and boys are dumb.”

“I’m a boy.”

“I know, and you’re dumb!”

“Rude, it just sucks that they don’t like me.”

“Josh, it doesn’t matter. They need to get used to it because you aren’t going anywhere.”

“Except for when I literally move away,” Josh chuckled. You slapped him hard on his shoulder. “Ow!”

“New rule. Don’t talk about you leaving. I want to enjoy this next week.”

“Whatever, so what are we going to do while we wait? You never answered me.” Josh walked over you. You were looking out your window at your neighbor golden retriever running around the yard.

“I want a dog so bad,” you whispered.

“Me too, I love golden retrievers. They retrieve things, so I could have him retrieve me stuff so I don’t have to ever stand up,” Josh explained.

“You’re so unbelievably lazy.”

“So?” Josh gave you a look, and you wanted to slap him again, but softly this time.

The next thirty minutes went by quickly, especially because you got distracted by Josh’s lips. Mid make out session, your timer on your phone went off.

“Time to wash your hair!” you whispered while pulling away from Josh’s lips.

“You drive me insane, Y/L/N,” he murmured, leaning in for another kiss but being too late as you were already walking to the bathroom.

You opened up the box of blue hair dye, and you read the instructions while Josh rinsed the bleach out of his hair, and then dried it.

“I look insane,” he laughed as he realized what he looked like with bleached hair. It was a brassy color and did not look good.

“It’s going to be blue soon, don’t worry.” You spent the next 45 minutes applying the blue dye to every strand on his head, making sure you did not miss any sections.

“I have to wait again, don't I?” Josh groaned.

“Sorry,” you handed him the shower cap again. This time the thirty minutes were spent eating Doritos and playing Mario Kart with Bri in her room.

“I lost again!” Josh threw the controller on the bed with annoyance.

“Sorry, I’m unbeatable,” Bri bragged.

“She really is,” you added. Your alarm went off again, and you quickly grabbed Josh’s hand and pulled him into the bathroom. You were eager to see what he was going to look like with blue hair.

Josh washed the dye out, which took longer than you were expecting. Your sink was filled with blue water, but soon it was all washed out. Damp blue hair rested on his forehead, and you couldn’t help but gasp.

“It’s blue! Your hair!” you clapped excitedly.

“It actually looks so sick!” Josh inspected his new hair, turning around and seeing it from all angles in the mirror.

“Dry it! I want to see what it looks like dried!” you handed him the blow dryer and he got to it. The final product was amazing, and you instantly fell in love with his new do.

His curls were looser than before, and his hair looked exactly like cotton candy, or maybe it was more like clouds. It made his eyes look shinier. Josh couldn’t keep his hands away from it, and you couldn’t either.

“Who knew blue would look so good on you?” you gave him a kiss on his cheek.

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plants, cry baby, and eyes!! 💓

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them

i feel like i’ve answered this one before, but i would love to go stargazing with @gentleyeol - we’ve known each other for almost four (five?) years now and she lives so so so close to me but our hectic schedules make it so impossible to ever meet up :( i’d love to spend just a couple days with her bc i’m sure they would be the best days of my life

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel

ohh this is a super interesting question!

130503 one direction ‘take me home’ tour in amsterdam - this was my very first concert ever, i was THE biggest one direction fan in 2013 (who wasn’t) and i absolutely bawled my eyes out when they first appeared on stage. trust me when i say 15 year old me is still crying about this

170806 megadeth, alice cooper and marilyn manson at the lokerse feesten in lokeren - so basically in early 2017, whilst also being a kpop fan, i was hugely into metal music and completely obsessed with metallica (kirk hammett is still my baby daddy okay) and when i saw the tickets for this metal day were only 50euros i called my friend and we agreed to go together and it was a wonderful evening (THE ALICE COOPER POINTED AT ME!!!!)

171129 ‘throwback thursday in het sportpladijs’ in antwerp - this concert was basically a celebration of 20 years of ketnet, which is a dutch children’s channel my generation grew up with, they invited all the singers from the children’s shows from the 2000s and the kids from eurosong for kids and i absolutely loved every single second of it because it brought me back to my childhood

180316 ‘harry styles live on tour’ in antwerp - ok SO i went to one direction’s concert in 2013 and this was the first time after i ever saw one of them back on stage and it gave me honest to god chills, the entire concert gave me such good vibes and i experienced it with some really good friends and we both cried when harry sang medicine, all in all 10/10 experience and i would definitely go to another concert of his

180430 niall horan ‘flicker’ world tour in brussels - CAN I JUST SAY I LOVE NIALL okay this entire evening was amazing, i study in brussels so it was easy for me to get to the venue and the vibe throughout the entire concert was hands down perfect, everybody was dancing to the upbeat songs and everybody cried during the slower songs, it was a one of a kind evening and i loved every single moment :(

180701 ed sheeran and anne marie at rock werchter in werchter - ok so there were a shit ton of people there to watch ed sheeran bc it was on a festival site and on a sunday so a lot of people could come, not to mention it was well above 30 degrees celsius that day and i sweated my ass off, BUT hearing him sing live was a gift in and of itself, his voice is truly something else and i knew the words to each and every song of his and i cried so hard when he started singing i see fire because i’m a huge tolkien fan and my friends thought i was v weird. and anne marie’s vocals were on point, girlie can sing like damn. also, getting home from werchter was total shit but the concert was 100% worth it.

181013 bts ‘love yourself’ world tour in amsterdam - here we are again at the ziggo dome, five years later. hands down my favorite. concert. ever. i remember waking up at ass o’clock in the morning because of nerves (trying not to wake the other ppl in the room bc my friend & i slept in a shitty hostel) so i spent the entire morning on twitter with major butterflies in my stomach because holy fucking shit after almost five years of stanning i was FINALLY GOING TO SEE BTS LIVE, so my friend woke up at 8:30 and then we got dressed and walked around the city center of amsterdam before getting breakfast at 10:30 and then we took the tram towards the ziggo dome and we were there by 12pm, which okay we had seated tickets so totally not necessary but anyways, we cringed a lot at v cringy armys, we saw a lot of armys with these cardboards that read “looking for tickets” and it nearly made me cry, walked around the interior design mall next door bc we had to kill time, went to the media markt and played a game and won a poster and a keychain, ate lunch in a place called booven, walked around some more before joining the queue at around 5:30pm. we were SO nervous. both of us talked w the armys in front and behind us, we made some friends, and then it was time for the security to check our tickets, we were both really scared that we wouldn’t be able to get in bc we both bought our tickets through resellers but everything went fine and once our bags were checked and we were really inside the venue we just started jumping around bc holy fucking shit it was gonna happen. it was really gonna happen fuuuck what the fuck okay. put our stuff in a locker and went to find our seats, went back to the hallways again to charge our phones, said goodbye abt 30mins before the concert started to go to our respective seats (not too far from each other luckily) and saw that there were like 7 front row seats still free. texted each other, “if 10mins before the show no one’s sitting there we will”, agreed and 10mins before the show moved to the front row. counted down. seven minutes. sang the songs. five minutes. screamed. two minutes. heart beating so wild. one minute. i’m about to fall out of my fucking chair. five. shaking. four. crying. three. about to die. two. screaming. one. music comes on and lights go down, i swear my heart stopped. everybody was screaming so loud and then suddenly they appeared on stage and it’s like the entire fucking universe has aligned bc my seven angels are RIGHT THERE i’ve never cried like that before i swear. the entire concert was just filled with so much love. them speaking dutch!!! them singing. them being them. me nearly fainting. it being so fucking hot inside the venue. the thrill of sharing that moment with thousands upon thousands of other armys. i just. miss it so much.

190301 a.c.e ‘to be an a.c.e’ world tour in brussels - i didn’t really know a.c.e all that well prior to the concert, i had heard of them and knew one of their songs cactus, so i researched and listened to most of their music and i was really impressed and the concert really helped to get me into them more bc they’re all so so so cute!! when i first started listening to their songs i liked byeongkwan best (he is now my bias) and during the concert, between their songs, i think donghun was talking and byeongkwan was looking in my general direction so i shoot him a finger heart and he saw and he smiled and HE SENT ME ONE BACK!!!! bro i legit died right. there. amazing concert, 11/10 would recommend

190601 bts ‘speak yourself’ world tour in london - no words. just. absolutely speechless. second time i saw bts, second time i was reduced to a crying mess. i love them. i love army. second best night of my life ever. dionysus live was amazing. i cried. yep. take me back. please

190616 eric nam in brussels - i don’t understand why i cry this much during concerts, i just do. eric was an absolute sweetheart. v funny. i had an amazing evening and would love to go to one of his concerts again!!

190907 seongri in brussels - ok so seongri is an idol who participated in produce 101 and is an ex-member of the group rainz which has disbanded, he is an absolute sweetheart and super tiny :( during the fansign i told him he was really pretty and he looked me straight in my eyes, took my hand and told me that i was more beautiful and i blushed super hard and almost fell off the stage. it was a real fun night! he has a great voice and wants to do a sexy concept in the future

upcoming concerts dreamcatcher & up10tion in brussels on 191005 and day6 in brussels on 200122 & halsey in antwerp on 200305, i’m super super excited for all of them!!

(none of the videos are mine)

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

@gentleyeol imagine going to korea together :(

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#this took me a full hour #my fingers are numb #replies #1stlove

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2018.11.30-12.01 Super Junior Live in Tokyo Dome [Super Show 7] Report

The DVD for this comes out on Wednesday, and people in Japan who pre-ordered should be getting their DVDs tomorrow SO it’s about damn time I posted this report!

So I crazily got way into Super Junior these past 8 months so I took the plunge and went to their concert... twice. It was great! It’s been a while since I went so I hope I can remember most of the stuff but I shall try!

SET LIST

*Yeah there were changes between the two days!

Song For You Superman (song only, no performance) VCR (Member Intro Shots) Black Suit Scene Stealer MAMACITA First MC Shirt Second MC Animals It's You One More Time Lo Siento (Nov 30) / Kyuhyun's Comment (Dec 1) VCR (Donghae's girlfriend dying in a car accident) One More Chance 愛してるって言えない (Yesung Solo) The Little Prince (Ryeowook Solo) 'Bout You Oppa Oppa Can You Feel It MC Runaway Too Many Beautiful Girls Bambina VCR (SUPERZ) On and On Super Duper Sorry Sorry Mr. Simple Bonamana VCR I Do Make You Smile Shining Star ENCORE: Devil Wow! Wow!! Wow!!! Miracle

To the report! I’ll try and keep in order.

PRE-SHOW

☆ I remember on Day One (Nov 30) the seat next to me was completely empty. And on Day Two (Dec 1) we got aisle seats so we had a lot of room to ourselves. Also I remember an older couple of women behind us on Day 1 and they sat down a lot and chatted throughout most of the concert -- which would’ve been fine if they’d talked quietly. Me and my friend spoke to each other throughout the concert here and there too.

☆ I remember goods being absolutely crazy! Both times I turned up 2 hours beforehand. Day 1 took 4 hours to get through the line, Day 2 took just over an hour but still, it was crazy! And the CD line on Day 2 was absolutely ridiculous!! I remember a foreign fan on Day 1, just before doors opened, asking us how long goods would take and if she had time to line up (doors open an hour before the concert) and I told her no because it took us 4 hours alone, at this time who knows how long it’ll take.

☆ Day 2 for pre-show was definitely the most fun! I was in my Doraemon outfit so all the fans knew immediately I was a Heechul fan, and because of that (and because he’s not as popular as some of the others) fans were giving me their trading goods of his for free! I even told them ‘I’m sorry I have nothing to trade for this,’ but they were always like, ‘no, we don’t want it!’ which I am super thankful for! Also I got sweets with little D&E and Heechul pictures inside, another woman gave me a Heechul magnet and photo. Just the fans were absolutely amazing!! And I’ll definitely have to pay it forward at the next cons I go to of Super Junior. They were all so kind! I need to repay that!

☆ Also on Day 2, we had less time waiting for goods so we had more time to relax and talk, so me and my friend ended up getting rather drunk before the concert which was fun and we took lots of pictures and talked about other KPop groups and such. It was a good bonding time with my friend xD

☆ I only saw two other people in Doraemon outfits so that made me happy hehe

THE SHOW

☆ I have to admit, I spent the first day just taking in everything; learning how KPop fans work, what chants are used where, what the order of the songs are, how the boys interact, how fanservice in KPop works etc. because it was my first KPop AND Super Junior concert so everything was new to me. So I spent the first day just learning how it all goes down. I also spent the first day just completely watching when and where Heechul leaves and enters the stage because I was worried he wouldn’t have much time, and I have to say he spent a lot of time walking on and off stage - surely it’d be better and would waste less energy if he just had a stool and sat on the stage?! But I guess he still has some pride in him because I feel like and me most of the fans are like ‘you can just sit on the stage and sing, we don’t mind! We’d rather you sat and sang than just completely leave the stage!’. So the second day I fully enjoyed everything that went down and I got super emotional in some parts.

☆ I love how the stage is set with 7 mannequins on stage in boxes. At first I didn’t think anything was odd but then in the last 10 minutes before the show started, I realised there were 8 members performing, so where the hell was the 8th member’s mannequin?! But the show does/did actually start with just the 7 members.

☆ But I have to say, Ryeowook makes the best entrance ever! He turns up part way through Mamacita at the back top stage, belting out notes in all his glory and the crowd went WILD both times. It’s such an epic and good entrance!

☆ Of course, all the fans were delights and happy that Superman (even as an instrumental intro) made a comeback! I heard some long time fans say ‘they finally listened to us and brought it back!’ which is great ^_^

☆ Heechul was so adorable during Shirt! Shaking his little butt around! If I remember correctly, on the second day, Siwon started smacking his butt when he started wiggling it xD

☆ Everyone lost their shit during It’s You. It is SUCH a good concept!!! Their outfits are great! The blindfolds are great! I love how Heechul pops up through the back top stage for his moment and looks so damn good! Everyone is thirsty during this performance xD it’s definitely an unforgettable one!

☆ On the second day, they cut out LoSiento so that they could talk a lot with Kyuhyun and so he could talk to the members and the crowd a lot. No one was expecting him to turn up, so when he suddenly appeared on the screen, the entire audience simulatenously screamed and then proceeded to burst into tears. I also burst into tears! And (at the time) I did’t even know Kyunhun that well but I knew/know how much the fandom and the members miss him so it was just the spiritual moment of ‘everyone is so emotional right now and I got dragged into it completely’. Kyunhyun was a little embarrassed and his Japanese was a little rough and he was totally shy because of that which was ADORABLE! He said ‘Oh please don’t look! I’m so fat right now!’ and everyone was like ‘NO! You’re cute!!’ and he said ‘watching you (members) on stage now and seeing how much fun you’re having, makes me really want to join you. I can’t wait to get back on that stage with you all!’ so adorable xD and he said it was strange being an audience members at the concert but he’s happy being so close to the fans and being able to see fan reactions and how they are around him. Also he got given a seat in the sound area rather than in the VIP area or even in a normal audience seat, because SuJu had completely sold out all their seats and he was proud xD (video here and here)

☆ Me being bias but I was sad they cut out Heechul’s rap at the end of Lo Siento so he didn’t appear at all for that song on Day One. He could’ve easily just cross-dressed and been the girl or could have sang/done the girl parts of the song --- and we would have ALL loved it! I thought it was a nice idea. And he wouldn’t really need to dance so his leg would be okay, and it would keep his stage time up too for his fans... just a shame they didn’t do. I’m sure he had his reasons but I’m sure he spent more time and energy walking up and down stairs than actually dancing and participating on stage...

☆ I have to say, on the first day, me and my friend started laughing at Donghae’s VCR. If you’ve ever seen a KDrama, you know EVERY romance show has at least one car crash -- we get it, Korea has a ridiculous amount of car crashes everyday. Car crashes are terrible, they kill and hurt people every day in the world. But I am so DONE with all the Korean media (especially the romance shows) having car crashes. So when Donghae’s VCR had his girlfriend dying in a car crash, I just burst out into laughter, ‘of course she’s in a fucking car crash,’ my body was just ‘here we go again’. It really is ridiculous how every KDrama has a car crash and how they even put them in got damn SuJu shows. I understand completely the reality of car crashes and I am not disrespecting real car crashes at all. But, I’m so done with this trope in the media Korea.

☆ Hearing Ryeowook’s voice properly through his ‘The Little Prince’ song at Tokyo Dome was such a blessing! I absolutely loved this performance and hearing him sing. His vocals really are no joke. He’s just perfect and is amazing at what he does.

☆ In contrast to the two ballad solos that Ryeowook and Yesung gave us, we had D&E being completely stupid with their melody of 'Bout You, Oppa Oppa and Can You Feel It. The entire audience lost it at Can You Feel It. We were all already hyped but that song sent EVERYONE overboard and jumping around; both audience and members. Me and my friend were dying of laughter during this part too! It was so much fun!

☆ I really love the concept for Runaway. They’re all in their school uniforms and they start in a classroom and in their seats before running around it and dancing. Also the hip roll movement they have in this song and Heechul having way too much fun with it haha

☆ The SUPERZ VTR had all the English speaking fans DYING because of Yesung’s mobile screen name is listed as “Yesex”. Me and my friend were dying but clearly the rest of the audience (either they couldn’t read the English fast enough or they had already been to all the other Super Shows so already knew about these VTRs; which seemed like 95% of them) didn’t react and were looking really weird at me and my friend when we started crying with laughter.

The SUPERZ VTR was so strange though. Like it was trying to tell a story about a group who had gone their separate ways and were then trying to get back together for a final mission, but it barely told any of the story. The information was very broken up and half spoken, and then the VTR ends with Ryeowook capturing LeeTeuk (to which the entire crowd again went crazy and mental because Ryeowook is a baby! He can’t be evil! xD but he was!!!) and... the story was a mess and really difficult to understand. Is SUPERZ like an on-going story that they have at concerts that I’ve missed out on? I felt like I’d been told 0.5% of a story during that VTR. It had a great concept, what I got of the story sounded very good but the VTR itself was just a storytelling mess. GIVE ME ANSWERS! xD

☆ I hadn’t heard On and On until the concert and I immediately really loved the song! So I’ll probably get my grubby hands on it soon!

☆ LeeTeuk had me in tears of laughter during the Super Duper performance because he does THE FUNNIEST run/walk during it! He looks like a complete cartoon character! He was SO funny during this!

☆ THE HEECHUL DRUM SOLO!!! I absolutely LOST IT! Only 7 members are dancing in the front stage during the first half of this song, and me being me, I wasn’t paying attention to them, I was too busy trying to find where Heechul had gone when I noticed staff bringing on drums to the main stage. My brain immediately went ‘hang on... doesn’t Heechul play the drums?!’ and I went wide eyed. Surely enough he walked on stage shortly after that, but with most of the audience paying attention to the front stage because of the 7 members (and the main to back stage’s lights were off so everything was dark), they didn’t realise what was going on, so I was the only one freaking out for a few seconds before the lights went onto Heechul and he started his EPIC, AMAZING DRUM SOLO!!! I just died. I was holding my friend for DEAR LIFE! I lost it completely! The HIGHLIGHT of this damn show is definitely Heechul and that god damn drum solo! He looked so happy and so sexy on those drums!!!

Feast your eyes on these videos 1, 2

☆ I cried a lot during Make You Smile both days. When I first heard it on the single too, I immediately burst into tears. It’s just such a simple yet powerful and emotional song. I couldn’t stop my tears from falling either day.

☆ On the second day of their final comments (before the Encore) HeeChul pulled out a letter and it was in Japanese and spoke it out loud to us. I was just in instant tears because he is just the freaking sweetest.

I remember 10 years ago at Budoukan. It was our first show in Japan. I didn’t think we were so loved. I will never forget the fans I saw with my eyes that day. Thank you for loving me who’s standing on this stage. I’m still grateful for that now, and it’s something I’ll never forget.

Video here too.

☆ Towards the end of the show on the second day (I think after Wow! Wow!! Wow!!!) the fans got to give Super Junior a ‘Surprise’ message of ‘Welcome back to Tokyo!’ and of course Shindong was taking pictures and film of the Mexican wave and of the surprise.

☆ They filmed the second day too! Which will be the recording/video for the DVD/BR release which is VERY SOON! Order here, here, and here.

BUT

There was one major thing that struck me that gave me.... culture shock? Maybe it’s just Super Junior, or maybe it’s KPop Idols or Korean Artists in general, but during the concert I realised how little fanservice they gave to the audience. Is this normal for KPop Idols or is it just Super Junior? I didn’t see any of them really interact with the audience. I’m very much used to J-Pop / J-Idol concerts where the artists actually go out of their way to wave, shake hands, high-five, do silly poses or actions for fans, steal fan’s uchiwas (giant Japanese fan that usually has their bias’ face or name or some message on it), laugh at the fans messages, pointing at certain people, blowing kisses etc. I am used to artists paying so much attention to fans. But at Super Junior, they almost did nothing except looking and smiling at fans. Maybe they gave one or two waves but there was nothing on the level that I’m used to seeing. And I do not blame the boys at all, but it was this HUGE culture shock to me. Both shows I felt like something was off, something was odd, something was missing. And once I realised that it was the lack of fanservice, I was just hit with culture surprise.

So, is this normal with KPop artists? Or is it just SJ’s style? Like I said, it’s not a complaint or anything but it was just this HUGE difference to what I’m used to that it kind of... dampened my experience? It definitely felt a little incomplete.

And now for photos me and my friend took randomly throughout the two days!

DAY ONE!

DAY TWO!

There you go!! I hope you all enjoyed that report and it was posted just in time for the DVD release! xD

#super junior #super show 7 #super show #kim heechul #heechul #leeteuk #yesung #shindong #ryeowook #donghae #hyukjae #eunhyuk #siwon #report #live report #concert report #review

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Strings’n’Drums Chapter 7 (fanfiction)

AO3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/13991202/chapters/42060230

FF.net:https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12814422/7/Strings-n-Drums

Sumary: AU. In 1969, Lucy runs from home and becomes a journalist for the magazin Strings'n'Drums, this will lead the young shy girl in the world of rock music, to meet the colorfull caracters that populates it. In between running from her father and living new experience Lucy will make friends, gorw into an adult and maybe have some romance. Will include Nalu and mentions of other parings

Chapter 1:https://rhaellatully.tumblr.com/post/170156396003/stringsndrums-fanficition

Chapter 6:https://rhaellatully.tumblr.com/post/179698623623/stringsndrums-chapter-6-fanfiction

Lucy liked writing about Nastu Dragneel, he was a strange character, childish and yet, with an fascinating in sighed on life. But none of this was what the readers of Strings’n’Drums would be interested in. Unless she could put it in relation with his work, which wasn’t an easy task. Lucy had decided that she needed more material to achieve her goal. In that spirit she had gotten the magazine to pay for a ticket to his concert in London.

The concert was in a massive room that could hold more five hundred persons. Lucy’s ticket was in the pit, of course. She had checked a London map three times before leaving, the concert was particularly far away from her flat and she had never been to that part of town. This was one of the things the loved about London, she always had new things to discover, even people who had lived here their entire life were finding new places every day. Lucy had quickly come to know every inch of the small villages around the estate. But she knew London would always have a part of mystery.

The weather was hot even at that time of night, Lucy was wishing she had worn a skirt, but as she knew how lively Nastu Dragneel’s concert could get, she had opted for pants. At least her arms could meet the refreshing wind thanks to her short sleeve shirt. The man next to her was smoking a cigarette, the woman behind her, something else.

Finally the door opened and Lucy made her way to the pit. In front of her there was a small fence, on the other side photographer were trying to figure out the best position to be when the concert start. Among them she noticed Loke, she took a step back hoping he wouldn’t see her. He didn’t. Actually, he seemed a bit too preoccupied with the pretty girl he was with to even look her way. Nevertheless, she backed to the third row, just to be safe.

The first part band came in, and Lucy quite enjoyed their music, but she didn’t catch their name. The moment they left and Nastu entered the stage, the all crowd went wild, they was screaming everywhere, and Lucy knew that if they started playing now, no one would hear them. Nastu Dragneel was smiling happily at the crowd. He came to the mike and started clapping his hand over his head. Quickly people stopped shouting and started clapping along. Lucy was among them, and the sound of their collective clapping gave the rhythm of the song that she recognised immediately. In less than a few second the melody grabbed her heart, and her body told her it wanted to dance. Lucy tapped her feet and moved her shoulder to the beat. Everyone around her was already dancing, but Lucy couldn’t dare to do the same.

The next song was just as upbeat. Lucy let her upper body leap while trying to be discrete. Meanwhile, Nastu Dragneel was jumping up and down the stage guitar in hand. The songs succeeded themselves and Lucy let herself be carry by the band. Lucy felt liberated, none of her problem could reach her, even her father couldn’t reach her now.

A ballad came next and Lucy found herself swaying with the rest of the audience, as Nastu pour his heart into the mike. Each notes entered her soul overclouding all her trouble, as Nastu’s emotions came in like a strike. Taken by this beautiful melancholy, her eyes wander to him. His eyes were close, remembering something perhaps; it would explain why he looked so grim. It was as if he had left this world, and he was somewhere else, on his own, for now.

Song after song, Lucy let herself loos. And by the end of the concert she had forgotten what she was here for. It’s only while passing in front of the backstage entrance on her way out that she remembered. She was definitely going to write a great article about Nastu Dragneel’s stage performance. Should she describe it as mystifying or unbinding? The wording was going to be hard to figure out.

She saw a large group waiting outside of the backstage door; they were getting on their tiptoes trying to see if someone was going to come out. Lucy wondered if she should try to get in. Would Nastu Dragneel remember her? Probably not, why would he remember a journalist he had only met once?

Taking a closer look she noticed that Loke was among the people waiting outside. The girl he had come with was right next to him jumping on her feet with excitement. Not ready to face the man Lucy decided to leave, she turned around but was force to turn back, slightly, by the sound of the door opening.

She saw Nastu Dragneel perked his head out of the door, he gave a smile to the crowd out side and then his eyes fell on her. His eyes widen slightly. He couldn’t actually remember her, could he?

“Luigi!” he shouted at her “You didn’t told me you’d be coming”

Lucy was embarrassed to be called the wrong name, but then again she couldn’t really expect him to remember it. Hesitantly she said “I- I didn’t know I’d be coming”

He nodded then made her sign to come in and disappear behind the door. Lucy stood unmoving, she was unsure that she should walk through that door, she wasn’t exactly sure that this sign was directed to her. What if she had misinterpreted it? Why on earth would Nastu Dragneel want some journalist he had only met once to come in the backstage with him? Unless he was hoping he could get a one-night stand out of her. This wasn’t good, Lucy wasn’t ready for that and she didn’t even know him. If this was what he was after, it was better for her to just go away.

“You’re coming?”

Lucy looked up at the sound of his voice, he had passed his head outside of the door again, and was looking straight at her with such innocent eyes that Lucy ended up joining him behind the door.

The backstage was crowed with technician trying there best to get the equipment back in their cases. Nastu led her to a close room, which had to be his dressing room. It was as messy as his flat, hard to believe he had managed to do that much in the short time he must have spent in this room.

As Lucy made her way into the room she was startled by something moving against her leg, she gasp and looked down to see the same cat she had met at Nastu’s flat.

Nastu smiled, “He really does like you” he said.

Lucy gave a smile as an answer. She bent down to pet the cat, which purred at her touch.

“Did you like the show?”

She looked up to Nastu, he seemed to genuinely want to know how she felt, as if anyone could dislike that.

“It was great” she answered honestly, she saw his smile grow even bigger than before, “it looked like you were elsewhere, not in a bad way, it just seemed like you were living the songs.”

“I guess I was” he said as he scratched the back of his “you know these songs, they’re about stuff I’ve lived, people I’ve known, like, when I play them it all comes back, you know?”

This was simply what art did, it transported you. Lucy had always figured out the art-pieces had the power to do so, but she had always wondered how they affected their creator. Hearing Nastu speak, it seemed like they were just as powerless in front of it and the mere mortal.

“Can I use that in my article?”

Nastu looked at her surprised then shrugged and said “Sure” he looked at the wall a few seconds before asking “Did you come just for your article?”

“No” she answered before thinking. It felt weird, because while she had always been a fan of his music and had always wanted to go to one of his concert, the reason she had decided to come tonight was to help her write her article. Yet when she had denied it, when the answer came out of her mouth, it sounded so natural, so casual, as if it had been entirely true. She had never been a good liar but he seemed to believe her.

“Wanna sit?” he said gesturing to the chairs in the room.

Lucy made her way to sit on one of them and Nastu sat across of her.

“Why you became a journalist?”

“Sorry?”

“Like why did you choose that?”

Lucy didn’t know what to answer, she knew her reason to become a rock’n’roll journalist weren’t the most romantic one, and she felt a bit embarrassed about it. But she was also curious about what made him so interested so she asked him “What do you think?”

“Honestly, I don’t get it” Lucy raised her eyebrow “I mean I don’t understand why you’d want to wright about other people doing stuff when you could be doing stuff.”

“I’m not sure if I’m the best person to ask, but I think that when you love something you want to share it with other people and that’s what a music journalist does, we found music we like and share with others.”

Nastu nodded, understanding showing in his eyes, followed by confusion “ Why aren’t you the best person to ask?”

Lucy suddenly felt very small, “Well, you see, I like being a journalist but my dream is to be writer.”

“Oh!” Nastu seemed strangely interested “What do you wright about?”

“I don’t know yet” said Lucy feeling even more uncomfortable.

“That part sucks doesn’t it!?” Nastu exclaimed, making large gesture. “It took me years to figure out what I wanted to sing about, and it’s awful because you want to sing, or wright, or whatever, but as long as you don’t know what you want to do it about your stuck! You can’t do anything!”

“Tell me about it” said Lucy while chuckling. “At least with journalism I get to practice my writing”

“I get that, I used to play with any band I could find.”

“Really I didn’t know about that.”

He tilted his head, “I guess I don’t talk about this often”

“Are they any band you though of staying with?”

“Not really” he said narrowing his eyes, “I mean they are some I liked working with but” he paused and tilted his head around “it was their thing not mine, you know”

“I see” Lucy didn’t had any idea what to add. Silence fell, Lucy felt the need to add something, to keep the conversation going, she was alone in a room with Nastu Dragneel for god’s sakes! “What were the bands?”

Nastu stared at her for a few seconds before answering “They were a lot I went through, huh- the only one I stayed in long was the alcoholics, I did a few gigs with them when Macao broke his arm”

“Yes the lead singer is one of your childhood friends”

He looked at her with a frown then clapped his hands together, “Oh yeah right you’re friends with Levy. You know, they’re all my friends.”

“Who?”

“The alcoholics”

Lucy couldn’t help but smile, there was something that warmed her up in his need to specify that he was friend with the all band to someone who would assume otherwise, and she had no idea why.

“How’s Levy?” he asked her.

Lucy was in a hard place, she hadn’t spoke to Levy since she had told her about Rust reaction to her presence. She wasn’t sure if her friend was all right, and neither was she that she could tell Nastu about it. But she wanted to, at least just to talk about it with someone. But if Levy didn’t want him to know, she would be hurting her. She had been friend with Nastu longer then her, anything she told her she should be fine with him knowing. Right?

Her mulling over took too long, there was now worry in Nastu’s eyes and none of what she said could convinced him there was nothing.

Lucy sighed and admitted, “I don’t know, she hasn’t talk to me in while. But the last time she did things weren’t going great with Rust.”

Nastu’s clenched his fist “If they hurt her I’m sending them to the hospital”

Lucy smiled “She’s lucky to have you as friend”

Nastu looked at her with a blank face then smiled and said “Don’t worry, a few more meetings and we’ll be friends too”

She chuckled, “I’d like that” she admitted.

They kept talking for a while, Nastu asked her about her friends and was surprised to find out that they basically resumed to Levy. Lucy changed the subject, and somehow they ended up talking about food. Something Nastu could apparently talk about for a remarkably long time. He gave her a few addresses. She would have to check out her wallet before checking any of them out. And then someone came to tell them they would have to leave. That’s when they parted ways, after she promised him they would see each other’s again.

Lucy got home happy, she had spent a great evening. But it had been a long evening and all she wanted was to sleep. She threw herself on her bed as soon as she got home. She closed her eyes, and heard the phone ring. Her first though was that she would let it ring and go to sleep. Oddly the phone only rang twice before stopping, then started ringing again. Lucy though of how weird this was, and then remember this was the system she and Levy had put in place.

She jumped off her bed and grabbed the phone, “Levy, how are you?” she asked the second she picked up.

“I’m” she held that m a few seconds then finally let out, “better”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I even got something close of an apology from Gajeel”

Lucy paused a second to process this, Gajeel Redfox didn’t seem like the kind of man to apologise for anything. But then again Levy had said something close of an apology.

“I mean he said “you can stay just don’t get that camera to close of my face”, so I guess that means his sorry, right?”

“Well I guess that’s the closest you’re going to get.”

“I guess so too. But you know his behaviour really improved, he actually greets me in the morning now”

“That’s amazing” Lucy said as she moved to sit on her bed, her head against the window, “you know I’m really relive to hear that, you hadn’t given me news in a while”

“Yeah, I know, I was really busy over here, are things alright on your end?”

“I’m fine, just finishing articles before the festival”

“We’ll see each others there! Have you seen the final listing? It’s going to be amazing.”

“I know, I’ve also noticed that most of your childhood friends are going to be there. Speaking of which, I told Nastu about the trouble you were having with Rust, I hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s fine, as long as its just Nastu, if you had told Erza we might have had problem.”

“Erza?”

“She tends to over react.”

Lucy was surprised by this, she would have picture Nastu to be more short fuse then Erza Scarlet, who always looked so calm and compose in her interview and even on stage.

“When did you talk to Nastu?” asked Levy sounding genially curious.

“He invited me in the backstage after a show” she explained, but as she said it, the all thing came to seem odd to her again, remembering the talk they had she added, “I think he wants to be my friend.”

“That sounds like Nastu, every where he goes he makes friend, I swear every time you go somewhere with him he knows someone.”

“That’s impressive” muttered Lucy thinking of her current friend situation. Her chest tightened and she looked away toward the street. Her eyes wandered along the lights of the streets lamps, they fell on a silhouette and she did a double take. This silhouette looked like Aquarius, didn’t it? Lucy didn’t have time to look better at it before it was gone, as if it had just been a pedestrian passing by. It could have been, after all, in this part of town people tend to wander at night. Maybe she had just imagined Aquarius. Again? What if she was indeed here? What if she wasn’t?

If she was here then her dad had found her, if she was here then she would be forced to go home. Lucy’s eyes glued to the window as her breathing quickened. She couldn’t see her anymore, maybe she hid in the shadow. Or, maybe, she had never been here.

Lucy sat back on her bed, her heart was still beating strongly in her chest, and her hand shook lightly. She breathed in and out. This couldn’t be Aquarius, if it had been her, she wouldn’t have been stalking her, she would have grabbed her and dragged her back home already. This wasn’t Aquarius, she was just imagining things.

What did that meant? Why would she be imagining Aquarius around her? Was she going paranoid? Or, perhaps, it meant that she missed her home. Could she actually be missing a place where she had felt trapped, unwanted and unloved for so long? Some people had been nice to her, but that wasn’t enough. She would never go back to that place.

“Lucy!” a shout near her hears interrupted her thought.

“Levy” she whispered remembering that she was still on the phone.

“What happened? Why did you space out like that?”

“I’m sorry” Lucy didn’t want to get into what may or may not be going on in her head with her friend right now, so she simply said “I’m tired and imagining things.”

She heard Levy sighed on the line, she mustn’t have been very convincing, still her friend didn’t pressed her. “Okay go to sleep, we’ll see each other’s at the festival.”

Lucy thanked her and hung up. She lied down on her bed. She was still shaken from what she had seen, or thought she had seen. It still seemed odd that she would think she saw Aquarius twice in such a short amount of time. She had the feeling this could very well indeed be her. But it didn’t really matter, she would leave for the festival soon, and there, Aquarius couldn't reach her. Until she came back.

But it wasn’t Aquarius. She was imagining things, Aquarius was back home with her father, doing whatever it is she does for him. So there was no reason to mull over it. Aquarius wasn’t here. But what if she was?

It didn’t matter. She needed to think of something else and sleep.

Aquarius could burst through the door anytime.

Think of something else.

She could be waiting for her outside.

Think of something else. Think of something else. Think of something else. Think of something else. Think of something else. Think of something else. Think of something else.

Think of anything else.

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