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the summer bucketlist | m.list

When the weather sees the return of sunshine and warmth, the joy and exuberance of summer is revived, and everyone rushes to enjoy the season to the fullest. Bonfire nights with your friends, seeing brilliant firework displays or laying under the stars on a humid night and watching the world go by. Learning to surf, or dive or snorkel or simply collecting seashells along the shore. Late nights at the amusement parks, thrilling roller-coaster rides or spectacular views on the Ferris Wheel. Skinny dipping in a lake after dark, attending a film or music festival, or even just visiting the popup street market in your city. Everything you had been dreaming off since the start of autumn, you can do once again. And who better to do it with, than the boys who bring more joy and warmth to our lives than summer itself?

Welcome to ‘The Summer Bucketlist’ - a writing event/author collab hosted by @jamaisjoons

The Summer Bucketlist: BTS Edition - is an event in which various different authors can sign up to write a story based on traditional Bucketlist Items. Find their stories below!

⟶ song of the sea; knj ⇥ @jamaisjoons ➳ fantasy au. little mermaid au. ↳ ⎡Take a Trip to the Museum⎦

« Captivated by the sight of you, he can’t help but watch you swim around his home. And when you turn to leave, he doesn’t know what overcomes him - but as if spellbound - he finds himself following you back to land. »

⟶ molotov cocktail; jhs ⇥ @yeoldontknow ➳ bartender au. arranged marriage au. ↳ ⎡Take a Cocktail Class⎦

« You met him January, on a night when you were newly single and newly wanting to break free from your father’s unyielding control. You left him in January, full of regret but full of purpose. You meet him again in July, and now you want nothing more than to run to the ends of the earth with him, to burn down the shape your life has taken in the hope of making something new. »

⟶ luminous; pjm ⇥ @luffles424 ➳ summer festival au. tentacle monster au. ↳ ⎡Watch Fireworks⎦

« The Busan summer festival is your favorite event of the year. You like all the food and things to do, but your favorite part is watching the fireworks at the end of the night, gathered with friends and family. It’s fun and joyous. Except this year you’re spending it without them. So you find a secluded spot on the beach to watch alone. Except... you might not be as alone as you thought you were out here. »

⟶ sticky situation; kth ⇥ @jiminsfault ➳ camping au. established relationship au. ↳ ⎡Go Camping⎦

« You hate camping, but Taehyung is determined on changing your mind on that. »

⟶ pull me in; jhs ⇥ @guccybangtan ➳ established relationship au. ↳ ⎡Go to a Water Park⎦

« In the heat of the summer, there's nothing more relaxing than relaxing than a nice trip to the water park. »

⟶ a beautiful epiphany; jjk ⇥ @onherwings ➳ friends to lovers au. ↳ ⎡Join an Art Contest⎦

« Who would have thought that falling in love with your muse could either lead to something beautiful or bring you to your own demise? »

⟶ love grows where you go; myg ⇥ @rookiegukie ➳ arranged marriage au. pining au. ↳ ⎡Watch the Sunset on the Beach⎦

« Determined to make you and Yoongi grow closer for your upcoming wedding in two weeks, your parents plan a trip for the both of you that lasts five days long. You know you should be ecstatic about it, considering your longtime crush on your fiancé, but by how you're positive that he secretly despises your whole being, you don't find this mini vacation with him something to look forward to. That is until things take an unexpected turn and suddenly, he makes it apparent he doesn’t hate you at all as you reckoned. »

⟶ petrichor; pjm ⇥ @taetaewonderland ➳ strangers to lovers au. domestic au. ↳ ⎡Go on a Picnic⎦

« There are smells in the world that can trigger your brain to think of a memory almost in an instant. »

⟶ sun cockblock; myg ⇥ @cremeandsuga ➳ best friends to lovers au. summer au. ↳ ⎡Join a Sandcastle Building Competition⎦

« Cancún was always a trip to remember - sun, beaches, hookups and day drinking, not to mention the annual sand castle competition you entered with your best friend every year. Yoongi smells like Copper Tone sunblock and heaven. Entering a sandcastle competition with one of the least competitive people in the world was pure agony — but it didn’t dawn to you that your best friend wasn’t competitive because he was confident he would win. Upon your loss, he sees you trying to soothe the burn of it (and the sun) with the beach bartender. He may smell like Copper Tone sunblock and heaven, but he’s sure you feel like heaven. »

⟶ rejuvenation; myg & jhs ⇥ @caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma ➳ spa owners au. ↳ ⎡Treat Yourself to a Spa Day⎦

« You finally get a break from work and you decide to indulge in a little pampering and self-care. During lunch, your friend slips a card into your hand for an exclusive spa with a special referral discount. How can you resist? Let’s hope the Bangtan Blossoms Spa provides the relaxation & rejuvenation experience you desperately seek. »

⟶ just a taste; kth ⇥ @xjoonchildx ➳ pwp au. ↳ ⎡Go Wine Tasting⎦

« He’s hot. he’s considerate. He’s refusing to make a move. weeks of sexual frustration come to a head at a wine tasting and -- this is going to shock NO ONE -- smut ensues. »

⟶ lollipop; myg ⇥ @ironicarmy ➳ neighbours to lovers au. ↳ ⎡Attempt to make Ice Cream⎦

« It’s a hot summer day, he’s desperate, and your ice lollies taste like heaven. »

⟶ carnival lights; kth ⇥ @taephilia ➳ haunted carnival au. horror au. ↳ ⎡Visit a Carnival⎦

« With half of your friend group graduated and leaving your hometown to move to the city for work, you and your friends decide to have one last adventure together (in the words of hobi even though it’s only may and you see each other like every day). But things are always different in the nighttime and you never know what’s lurking between the funnel cakes. »

⟶ midnight menagerie; knj ⇥ @jooneggs ➳ friends to lovers au. ↳ ⎡Go to a Botanical Garden⎦

« Like water, cradling your fragile soul, Namjoon has held the lily of your heart all your life and you wish you could let him know just how much that means to you. Coincidentally, it just so happens you can: in a week's time when you're stuck in the holiday of your life at Namjoon's father's Botanical gardens. Will you finally get to repay him in a bed of roses or will he be the one to make the bouquet for you? »

⟶ ferris drink; jhs ⇥ @salvejoon ➳ pwp au. established relationship au. ↳ ⎡Ride a Ferris Wheel⎦

« Your boyfriend has a bucket list of places he wants to do the nasty and next up is a Ferris Wheel. »

⟶ hose wars; ksj & myg ⇥ @babybinnyboy ➳ neighbour au. ↳ ⎡Have a Water Fight⎦

« Spending a summer in a little coastal town was supposed to be relaxing. It wasn't supposed to include a broken AC unit, record break heatwave, a hose, 2 ridiculously confident, attractive neighbors with an annoyingly low fence. »

⟶ cut shot; myg ⇥ @kimtaehyunq ➳ vacation au. established relationship au. ↳ ⎡Learn to Volleyball⎦

« He hates the water, he hates the heat, and he hates the Sun. Any form of physical activity is a big no-no, yet Min Yoongi will go out of his way to show that he loves you on your mini vacation. »

⟶ eternal summer; pjm ⇥ @aiimaginesbts ➳ childhood friends to lovers au. vacation au. ↳ ⎡Go Sightseeing on Vacation⎦

« Breaking up with my boyfriend leaves an empty spot on the overseas vacation that I had been looking forward to for a long time. I’m torn between abandoning the trip or going it solo when someone offers to tag along. However, having Jimin, my best friend go with me may not be the best idea — since my crush on him has never gone away. »

⟶ sway with me; knj & jhs ⇥ @minjoonalist ➳ established relationship au. ↳ ⎡Take a Boat Ride⎦

« You love celebrating your anniversary, it was the only special part about summer that you looked forward to every year- But when your husband Is unable to make the availability due to his job- You thought why not make the best of it? »

⟶ ecstatic shock; jhs ⇥ @iluvstrawberry ➳ strangers to lovers au. abo au. ↳ ⎡Host a BBQ⎦

« The garden party your parents throw every year is coming up. Seeing your conservative parents, is something you definitely don’t want to face on your own. But with all your friends being busy, you’ve decided to accept your fate and drown your sorrows at your favourite bar. Enter: Jung Hoseok, bartender, lifesaver and the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever seen. »

⟶ kaleidoscopic; knj ⇥ @boywivlove ➳ established relationship au. ↳ ⎡Go Paintballing⎦

« You and Namjoon decide to blow off some steam and go to a paint balling range, one multicoloured blitzkrieg later; bruised, sweaty and victorious you celebrate your win. »

⟶ undercurrent; jjk ⇥ @jjungkooksthighs ➳ best friends to lovers au. post college au. ↳ ⎡Go Diving⎦

« After a year and six months of sea fare and many more nights of sunken eyes that had been dotted with the black shadings of sleeplessness that you’d helped to nurse him because of, the fruits of your best friend’s efforts had earned him the completion of his mission to map the entire eastern seaboard. In all his work, though, Jungkook has not gotten the chance to dive at many of the areas scattered around the ocean in the vastness of the seas. You decide to take him to a previously unmarked, unmapped sector of the sea after following his own nautical charts. The catch is this: you’re afraid of the water. What happens when you find yourself following after him and into the arms of the sea after years of pent up sexual frustration that you blame entirely on him? »

a/n: this is incredibly late but onefgeoingoeitng i hope you enjoy reading all of these works! If you participated in the collab but your fic isn’t on here, it’s because it hasn’t appeared in the tags! please feel free to DM with the link to the fic!!

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loveylangdon · 5 years

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What’s Clickbait again? pt. 3

Word count: 5.2k+

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Story Summary: You’re dating Shawn Mendes but was in a long term relationship with David Dobrik and met Shawn through a collab David was supposed to have with him. David is now collabing with Shawn finally and finds out you’re dating the pop sensation and doesn’t know what to do.

Authors note: thank you guys sooo much for reading this again it’s just been floating in my head and it's nice to be able to have it out there for other people to enjoy. I know by this point it's going to be a mini-series and I have a lot of ideas, I don't want to drag it out and make it boring so I’m thinking I'm going to shoot for 6 parts and see what happens after that. If you guys have any ideas or suggestions feel free to leave it in the ask box or dm me :) Xxx

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

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Davids p.o.v

“Natalie give me the keys” looking down the hall where they left hand in hand, I turn to Natalie “Nat give me the fucking keys,” I say a little louder this time but quiet enough so the guy Shawn was talking to wouldn’t notice

I quickly steal a glance at the table and see the redhead staring at me. I roll my eyes and hit Nat’s arm “The keys Natalie” I say in a more demanding tone then needed but how could she not be listening to me at a time like this.

A year, we’ve been broken up for a year and she's walking around with one of the nicest people in the industry on her arm, and by the looks of it, he gives her the world. I feel sick, it should be me, it was me until it wasn’t. I look from the hall where they disappeared back to Natalie ready to hit her arm again.

She looks at me with a look I’ve never seen before. I go to open my mouth again but she stops me

“David,” she sighs defeated “She’s happy” she’s looking me in the eyes trying to communicate that whatever I’m about to do isn’t worth it.

“Not that you seem to fucking care but I haven’t seen her in a whole year, a year Natalie I need to talk to her so stop playing therapist and give me the fucking car keys” I look at her, staring down the hall again, they’ve only been gone for about five minutes but it feels like an eternity the longer Natalie takes the farther away they get.

What the fuck did she know? I look from the hall back to Natalie who still hasn’t made a move to dig my keys out of her bag.

“Natalie, I will say this one more time” I stop lick my lips pushing my hair out of my face getting closer to her sitting figure “Natalie, give me the fucking car keys. I am not going to ask again” I glare at her until I see her shrink in her seat. Jack is looking at me like I'm stupid but I could care less I need to see her.

“Davi-”

“No one asked for your opinion Jack so stay the fuck out of it” I snapped back quickly, turning to look at him with annoyance and anger.

Some people were staring now but I could care less I need to talk to her.

I quickly look down the hall and back at Natalie and down the hall again, I look at the redhead and he’s texting on his phone. I look down ready to grab Natalie's bag myself but see her with the keys in the palms of her hands, looking at the redhead one more time he’s still distracted, I snatch the keys from her hand and head down the hall she disappeared down.

Walking down the hall I realize I don’t even know where I’m going, they couldn’t have gone far. I push open the door to the sound studio the sun momentarily blinding me and quickly scan the cars in the lot. I look for hers but can’t pick it out of the lineup. I quickly get in the Ferrari and drive slowly down the street hopefully seeing her car or her.

Suddenly my phones ringing and it's a FaceTime from Jason, looking down I decline it. How could they be trying to stop me from talking to her?

I’m about to turn down a street when I see them, I see Shawn first but his head is in her hands and she’s littering his face with kisses.

I feel sick, what the fuck am I doing.

I watch as he pushes her face away in a playful manner and reaches to kiss her hand. I feel like they’re about to kiss again and I can’t take it, I rev the engine and quickly pull up to an available space in front of the cafe. I don't even know if this is a parking space but fuck it. I know they heard the car and broke away, I smirk.

I get out of the car and I feel someone staring at me but I know its not her.

I hear Shawn mutter “Is this a joke” and y/n shushing him I smirk knowing whatever they were doing was interrupted by me.

I quickly pull my glasses on she always liked when I wore glasses and do the most cliche car click over the shoulder douchebag move as I’m walking up to the entrance, I completely ignore them but when I hear her ask for a kiss I go to lock the car again making it beep loudly. I hear Shawn groan. Smirking to myself and walk inside. Glad I ruined their moment.

I can feel her staring at me through the glass now as I walk up to the counter, I pretend to study the menu but I’m not focusing. I take out my phone and call Corinna.

“Hello” She answers on the other side of the line

I shrink softly “Corinna I’m a dumbass, I don't even know what my coffee order is how am I going to go to a coffee shop and pretend like I didn't follow them when I don’t even know what my order is-”

“David where the fuck are you” She cut me off

“I saw y/n, She has a new boyfriend and I followed them to this cafe because I wanted to talk to her” I bite my lip “I didn’t think this far ahead I didn’t even think I was going to find them, I didn’t think and- ”

She cut me off again “You never think David that's the problem” I hear her sighing on the line “Ok where are you I’m coming”

“By the time you get here, they’ll be back at the studio it’s at the Warner Brothers lot-” I notice the girl behind the counter eyeing me. “Corinna hold on” I move the phone from my ear and look at her

“Hi, by chance do you know who I am” I speak and my eyes widen “I meant that in the least douchebag way possible” I chuckle

“Actually yeah I do, and I think least douchebag way possible went out the window when you prevented your ex-girlfriend from kissing her boyfriend who is out on the patio” She says in a joking tone but follows my eyes from the couple on the patio to her, she looks over at me and sympathy is all over her face.

“Ok got me there, Do you know my coffee order by chance?” I ask hopefully

“Iced Cappuccino with almond milk, I'll give you a few extra coffees so it just looks like you’re on a coffee run” she smiles at me and puts the order in the register.

Putting my phone to my ear again I hear Corinna in her car “Ok mini-crisis averted, the barista helped me. It's sound lot 7 call Natalie and tell her to put you on the list tell her I’m coming back with coffee” I hang up the phone and sit on the bar by the counter.

My knee won’t stop shaking as I watch the barista make my drinks trying not to look outside.

In my peripherals I see another girl walk out and give y/n and Shawn their food. Their hands disconnect while their plates were set in front of them but as soon as the waitress walks away, Shawn moves his opened hand laid out onto the table with his palm facing up. I feel like I'm intruding on their moment but I can’t help it. y/n giggles at him and puts her hand in his he quickly takes it and pulls her hand up to his mouth kissing her knuckles. He puts their linked fingers back on the table never breaking apart. He keeps stealing glances at her and staring at her intently I look over to her and she has a big smile on her face and her eyes are lit up, by the look on her face I know she’s talking about something she loves and I feel like I’m going to throw up, I look away quickly.

The coffees are set in front of me all 5 of them. I sigh and rub my face in my hands. What the fuck am I doing? The barista places the last drink in the tray.

she looks at me sheepishly “I don’t mean to be inappropriate, but can I get a picture please, I’m a huge fan”

“Yah, of course, thank you for helping me” I smile as she comes around the counter and hands the phone to the other barista who snaps the picture and thanks me.

As she rings me up I glance back outside. Their eating, smiling and laughing. My heart drops.

“Your total is $20.25” She smiles at me

I reach into my pocket “Here I only have a hundred dollars,” handing her the bill “um can I pay for their bill please” I say pointing towards Shawn and y/n. I close my eyes and try to remember what they said at the soundstage, “and I think they said something about getting coffee too so add $10 onto it and then keep the rest as a thank you for helping me” I smile at her and grab the coffee.

She stares at me shocked “Are you sure, you don’t have to honestly that's like a fifty dollar tip”

“Don’t worry about it, oh and please don’t post that picture we took until they leave. Thank you so much.” I turn to walk out but she stops me

“Don’t worry about it too much,” She glances outside to Shawn and y/n laughing, “I know she still has feelings for you, she kept stealing glances in here. He may seem like an angel but he has to leave to tour eventually and who leaves their girlfriend for more than half the year. It gets better even if it feels like your heart just left your body.”

I give her another smile and head to walk outside. As soon as I open the door a bell rings that I didn’t notice when I walked in.

Fuck.

I don’t even look at the eyes that are watching me and continue walking to my car. I set the coffee’s on the floor next to me and back out of the spot.

Making my way to the sound studio I feel my heart breaking all over again, I don’t even notice I’m crying until It gets blurry. Luckily I’m in the studio lot and am already parking. I sit there and pull out my phone before I can even text Natalie to get the coffee my hands start trembling and I punch the steering wheel. The horn going off but I could care less. I don’t even notice Natalie until the stage door slams against the wall and she’s running to me.

I look up at her standing over the car “You’re a dumbass you know that right” she gives me a soft smile before pulling me out of the car and giving me a hug.

I bury my face in her neck and can’t help but cry. She rubs my back. “I know it hurts Dave but it's going to get better I promise,” she tells me as she holds me. I feel useless and broken.

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y/n p.o.v.

Me and Shawn finished eating lunch on the patio, once David went inside and didn’t cause further problems I saw Shawn visibly relax. While David was inside our food came out and we ate and talked about random things.

We were interrupted by the sound of a doorbell dinging signaling that David was leaving. Me and Shawn both watched as he carried a tray of coffee’s out to his car and left without a glance or a sound.

Shawn’s eyes followed his car glaring until the car vanished and once it was out of sight he squeezed your hand.

“You owe me two kisses,” Shawn says seriously

I reach over to hold Shawn's jaw in my hand and give him his request and he hums happily

Moving to sit back down he’s deep in thought when I squeeze his hand “You know he’s not a bad person, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt or interfere with us. He just needs time to process things, he doesn’t react kindly to things he can’t have or things he’s not used to”

Shawn sighs leaning his cheek on his free hand that was resting on the table. “So he does want you, still?” He looks at me while his eyes go wide “I mean of course he still wants you, I mean who wouldn’t” he sighs and looks at you lovingly. He’s playing with your fingers now. “Maybe if he wasn’t acting like a total douchebag you would consider talking to him” Shawn mumbled

You laugh “What was that prince?” His eyes go wide confirming you weren’t supposed to hear it. His ears tint pink and he just stares at you sheepishly. It's cute when he gets all worked up.

“I love you Shawn Peter and I will continue to say it until every little doubt leaves your beautiful little brain,” I say squeezing his hand “I'm here for the long run, there is nowhere I would want to be, please stop doubting yourself it hurts my heart.” I pout

He looks at you with admiration “I know I’m sorry, I just-

“Let me stop you right there prince, never apologize for how you feel” looking him in the eyes and reaching for his chin to hold “Your feelings are valid and mean something to me, thank you for sharing them with me, and if for some reason you can’t I'll be here waiting until you can.”

“How do you do that?” He tilts his head in an adorable manner and gazes at me in awe

“do what?” I chuckle

“Make me feel like the luckiest man on earth, you’re so encouraging and understanding, I'm working on being better for you. I know my little uncertainties have really been popping out today but you have been nothing but supportive and patient so thank you” he’s rubbing my ring finger something he does when he’s deep in thought and I smile at him.

“Ready to go rockstar we need to get Gerty his coffee before we head back” Shawn leans his head back behind his chair and groans

“Do we have to” he whines

“Yes, you told him we would take 15 more minutes if we got him coffee” you laugh at his childlike behavior

“Ok let me go pay and order it I’ll be right back” He walks over to me and holds my head in his hands, placing a kiss on my forehead and turns around to walk through the door of the cafe.

I check my phone and Shawn’s that's still in my pocket, Shawns was on do not disturb and I snort, only a rockstar would have his phone on do not disturb while he’s technically working.

There's 4 missed texts and 2 calls from Brian, I unlock Shawn’s phone and look at the messages

Brian: The idiot is yelling at his assistant I think he’s asking for car keys

Brian: he caught me staring but he’s definitely asking for car keys

Brian 1 missed call

Brian: where did you guys go? Need me to pick you guys up

Brian 1 missed call

Brian: okay he came back with coffee? His face is blotchy like he was crying but he came back with a blond. Call me when you can.

I laugh at Brian, always a protector. I sigh and rub my face. How is Shawn suppose to work with David if he’s being unprofessional and causing problems?

My thoughts are disrupted with the bell on the door ringing. Shawn comes out with 3 iced coffees.

“One for my princess, one for me and one for Gerty, and they were paid for already?” Shawn looks at you shrugging his shoulders.

“Wait actually?”

“You sound surprised” He laughs

“Shocked is all, did you tip her at least?” Taking your ice coffee from his hands.

“I did thank you very much, I’m not rude I made sure he was nice to her too, our meal was paid for already, she said a man came in and handed her a hundred dollars,” he snorted “Even though I asked about David and her lock screen was a picture of her and David from about 10 minutes ago, she still said a man” he laughs putting emphasis on ‘a man’ looking at you lovingly

‘Ready to go?” You question looking up at him through your lashes

he looks down at the two coffees he’s holding and whimpers

“What, what's wrong?” You look at Shawn trying to search for what's bothering him

“How am I suppose to hold your hand if I'm holding Gerty’s stupid coffee?” He mopes

“Oh my prince, you have the biggest hands on the planet but can’t hold two coffee’s in one hand” You giggle taking Andrew’s coffee and holding it between your body and elbow, holding your own coffee with the same hand. Intertwining your hand with his. He sighs in content

“Mmm much better than you princess” He kisses your forehead as you guys head back to the studio.

Touching was definitely his love language. You roll your eyes at your greek god of a boyfriend.

By the time we made it back to the studio some cars are gone but most of the crew is there. Shawn insisted on giving me a piggy back ride so now I’m about 7 feet tall trying to open the stage door with two iced coffees in my hand.

Shawn starts laughing “Shawn stop moving unless you want me to spill coffee on your head” I pout he’s not helping whatsoever I'm trying to balance two coffees in one hand while reaching down for a door handle that's about 2 feet below me. Why is my boyfriend a giant “Shawn open the door” I say louder getting annoyed

“Princess if I open the door that means I have to let go of your thigh or my iced coffee both of which I am not willing to let go of so please open the door” he looks up at you with a smirk

“Shawn Peter Raul-“ I don’t have a chance to finish before his hands off my thigh and I feel myself slipping, I let out a scream and quickly wrap my arms around his neck. He’s swinging the door open and running through the hall back to where we left Brian and Andrew.

“Shawn Peter Raul Mendes put me down before you drop us both” I start screaming into his neck scared to look, knowing his clumsy ass would drop both of us and with a boyfriend who is a literal giant and all muscle, those are not the types of bruises I would like to have. I feel his body tense and I'm about to take my face out of his neck when he comes to a complete stop.

I hit my face on the back of his head and he’s laughing loudly. He picks up speed again and sits down on the couch with me still clinging onto his back and squishes me between the back cushions and his body.

Brian is laughing hysterically, you can’t even see me at this point it's Shawn, 2 pairs of legs wrapped around his torso, a head and 2 coffees around his neck. He’s breathing heavy and laughing Andrew walks in and gives us a questioning look. I hold out my arm holding Andrew’s coffee above Shawns head and Brian laughs harder

“Shawn where’s your girlfriend” Andrew smirks and takes a picture of Shawn and your arm reaching out holding his coffee.

“I don’t know Andrew I think I lost her” He takes a sip of his coffee and he’s pinching my legs that are still wrapped around his waist. I yelp “Shawn!”

Brians dying laughing and Andrew is telling us to be quiet and pointing to the couch across from us. I try to maneuver over Shawns big biceps to see what he’s pointing at but it's no use, I just slump deeper into the couch cushion and pinch Shawn’s nipple to get his attention and I hear him yelp.

“What the fuck was that for!” He turns his head to glare at you

“wait y/n do it again I didn’t record it, Where's Con when you need him” Brians chuckling recording the encounter, Shawn glares at him

“Shawn I can't drink my coffee can you help me” He melts

“Oh yeah, here ya go princess” He takes the cup out of your hand and angles it towards you behind his back so you can drink from the straw.

“You guys are ridiculous Shawn get off of her” Andrew commands staring at both of you

“You’re not the boss of me, If I want to turn my girlfriend into a pancake I will” Shawn challenges him laughing along with Brian who is rolling on the floor

“I work with literal children” Andrew pinches the bridge of his nose and walks away

“Ok wait actually Shawn, your Princess can't breathe get your huge ass biceps off of me” I start to push him off but it's no use he dead weights

You yelp not expecting it “Shawn Peter Ra-“

Oh shit “Shawn don’t let her get to Mendes get off of her man,” Brian says frantically getting up and tugging on Shawn’s arm to help pry him off of you

Shawn is laughing so hard his girlfriend pressed into the couch under him and his best friend scared he’s going to face the consequences of not listening to you. He starts laughing so hard he’s crying when Brian finally pulls him off they both fall to the floor.

You’re left with rosy cheeks and messed up hair while Shawn and Brian are rolling on the floor laughing.

You huff and look around, David is sitting on the opposite couch cuddled into Corinna’s lap while she plays with his hair, she’s glaring at you and he looks like he’s about to sleep. He notices you staring at him and pull’s the drawstrings of the hoodie he’s wearing closed and turns over so his face is in Corinna’s stomach away from you.

Andrew comes back “You guys are all good to leave” He looks at Shawn on the floor in-between your legs and Brian sitting next to him.

“We just got back though are you sure,” Shawn asks confused and points towards David, communicating why was he here if we did nothing with him. This earns a look from Corinna.

Andrew shrugs “They said they got enough of your good energy or as I like to say hyperactivity for the promo pieces, once you two decide who you want to film with they’ll send the footage to those youtuber’s and they’ll edit the video promo in the way they do” typing at his phone “You guys are good to leave honestly but please discuss who you want to film with and let me know by tomorrow afternoon you guys are only here for the summer so we need to find a time to film that fits with everyone's schedule within the two months” He points at you and at Shawn.

“Me! why are you pointing at me Andrew I'm just the girlfriend” I laugh putting my hands up in defense

Shawn’s head snaps to me quickly “How dare you talk so lowly of my princess” He goes to pinch your legs again, but you’re too quick and hug them to your chest

“Better luck next time Mendes” You snicker at him and stick your tongue out

“Ha Better luck next time Mendes” he mocks you and your hand movements in the sponge bob meme form

You go to hit the back of his head but he pulls your hand before you can and you land on your butt next to him on the floor. Shawn and Brian are rolling

That’s definitely going to leave a bruise “Shawn Peter-“ you raise your voice waking David up, Shawn notices you glancing at David and realizes you woke him up too, knowing you hate being a disruption in any situation he quickly looks back to you staring him dead in the eyes

“Oh shit” His eyes go wide “Bri you have the car keys right” he rapidly gets up and so does Brian confused

“Yah wh-“

“Run” Shawns standing to avoid your arms trying to grab him and he heads down the hall laughing with Brian following him down the hall.

“Your boyfriend is a literal 5 year old” Andrew deadpans and snickers watching the door fly open and them screaming outside.

You hear the door close and start to stand, Andrew reaches his hand in offering to help you up, you gladly take it and look to see David also stood to help you get up. You just stare at him.

Andrew clears his throat “Okay girlfriend you have an important job, make sure he chooses 8 creators to film within preference to highest rated to lowest pick 2 backups and mark the ones where you think the video will take the longest if we need to reshoot we need to schedule it” he states handing you the paper

You hear David snort next to you, you’re about to open your mouth to defend Andrew when he speaks up

“I'm sorry, is there something wrong Mr. Dobrik?” Andrew turns to look at David whose eyes widen

“Uh no sir I just it's funny you think Youtuber’s reshoot with collaborations its either there or it's not the video is useful or it's trashed. It’s a video not the end of the world”

“Noted, while you may not take your profession seriously by viewing potential projects as useful or trash, with professionals “trash” isn’t an option, we get our work done and better than the standard we set it at. Thank you for your unauthorized input Mr. Dobrik please excuse me” Andrew looks at him smiles and turns to walk out

David shrinks in his seat as Corinna glares at Gerty walking down the hall.

You turn to look at David, “Thank you for lunch I’ll get your Venmo from Ilya and pay you back when I get back to our apartment.”

He goes to say something but you cut him off “Bye Corinna if you’ll excuse me my boyfriends waiting, tell Natalie bye for me.” You fake smile one last time and grab yours and Shawn’s coffees and start to walk towards Andrew who was texting and waiting for you at the end of the hall.

“Go Gerty don’t take anyone's shit” You smirk at him

He chuckles, “I don’t take kindly to people with a poor work ethic and childlike tendencies. Have one or the other, not both, and butting into our conversation when we’re doing his career more of a favor than Shawns and he still chooses to act like a prick even after visibly seeing you happy is beyond me and is someone I don’t look forward to working with.” Andrew goes to open the door for you “On a positive note, you handled that very maturely y/n I'm proud” Andrew gives you a side hug as you guys walk outside the soundstage

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David’s p.o.v

After y/n leaves I groan and fall into Corinna’s lap

“David, what the fuck just happened, why were you even here if you didn’t film anything?” She looks down pissed at me

I sit up and rub my eyes sighing

“I heard Shawn was doing a youtube collaboration but had a list of youtuber’s to pick from, I found out I was on that list and wanted to come by to ask him to collab with me since our last video fell through, when I got here Nat texted me saying y/n was here but she failed to tell me that she was here but with Shawn,” I say groaning into my hands

“So that's when you lost your shit and followed her to some random cafe with no plan, no backup or any idea what the actual fuck to do?”

“Yah..”

“You’re a dumbass, come on we have to go, wheres Natalie?” she gets up dusting off her jeans

“What where are we going” I get up and follow her

“Well if y/n was an idiot she wouldn’t pick you for Shawn to collab with, but y/n isn’t an idiot so you’ll be number one on the list. We need to make a plan and a filming schedule where you’ll be spending more time with her than with him so you guys can talk” she looks at me like it’s obvious “you do want to talk to her right? that's why you went all Slovak spy on her following her to a cafe like a creep”

“Yah. But Corinna, I really fucked up,” I'm defeated.

Remembering y/n being calm and collected as she threw her clothes into a suitcase, while I was frantically trying to stop her, tears streaming down my face and she’s not talking to me or paying attention to anyone in our living room that witnessed the whole thing. How she just packed her things, her life and her love for me and walked out of our front door without a goodbye.

“I want her back but I want her to be happy” I look down. If what I did made her get straight on a flight to leave the country so I couldn’t get to her, what hope is there really?

“David you’ve done a lot of stupid shit in your life, letting go of the women you were planning on proposing too is definitely at the top of the list, you and y/n have something her and Shawn don’t. History. We just need to figure out how to make her talk to you okay? We can do this, we can fix this, she’s back now you know where she is. If Shawn agreed to do this youtube thing it means she doesn’t completely hate you. That's a good thing” she claps her hands together as we exit the stage heading into our cars.

I feel my heart skip a beat, for the first time in a year I’m hopeful. Corinna’s right y/n is back for the first time in a year. That was the challenge finding her to talk and explain, now she’s here at arm's length. Smiling like an idiot I'm screaming at the top of my lungs driving down the 101 on my way home.

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I’m aiming for 6 parts so hopefully, this hasn’t bored you yet, more drama to come again this has just been floating around in my head so thank you for reading Xx

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Cruising for a bruising, Part 1 (Branjie) - Q-Tip & TheDane

Author note: Hello everyone, and welcome to our first collab! This is the first part of a multi chapter story, that we hope all of you will enjoy! You can follow us at @ArtificialQtip and @TheArtificialDane as well as find both of us on AO3, hanging out in the Branjie tag! A million thanks to @VeronicaSanders for betaing, and whipping our shit into shape!

“Drag ain’t paying you enough?“

“.. What?”

“Cause we’re on the same contract right? And I’m getting coin for being here.”

—–

Brooke was rinsing his shirt out, wringing the thin fabric in his hands, making sure it was completely clean before he hung it up.

It was their fourth day on the Atlantis cruise, he and Vanjie booked alongside a whole parade of Drag Race girls to spend 3 weeks in the Caribbean entertaining, dancing and getting drunk on board the world’s premiere gay cruise experience. Brooke had been hesitant to accept at first glance when the email had ticked in from his manager - as current reigning Drag Race winner he was asked for more things than he had ever been able to imagine, not even Miss Continental giving him any idea of the number of obligations he had landed himself in - but Vanjie had seen the contract line of ‘free drinks available for the duration of your stay’ in his own papers, and Brooke had known they were going, whether he wanted to spend 10 days on a boat or not.

So far they had spent time by the pool, thrown dollars at A’keria who had performed a stunning Nicki Minaj medley, hosted a cupcake class, seen Detox destroy the dancefloor, gone to a Raja Drawja, experienced Cracker’s comedy (though Brooke thought of it more like surviving) and gone to a cocktail hour in full drag. During the cocktail hour, Vanjie and Brooke had made out in a dark corner behind the bar like naughty school girls the moment they had a chance to get away. Vanjie body was so fucking sensual and hot as she insisted Brooke carried her, and she loved doing it. Brooke’s hand had been on her ass, their lipsticks smearing while they dry humped, neither able to truly come because of their tucks, but it had been the best kind of torture, Brooke still finding specs of glitter on his hands days afterwards.

“Watcha doing?”

Brooke looked over his shoulder, Vanjie standing in the door to the bathroom they shared, leaning against it like a fucking movie star. Vanjie’s red shirt was unbuttoned all the way down to the bottom of his sternum and showing his chest, his hair impeccably styled, the little bandana loosely tied around his neck the same color as his shirt.

“Just washing up. I’ll be there in a sec.” Brooke rinsed his socks, quickly throwing them on the towel rack. “You can just leave without me babe.”

“Drag ain’t paying you enough?”

“.. What?” Brooke turned around.

“Cause we’re on the same contract right? And I’m getting coin for being here.”

Vanjie smiled, and Brooke felt his heart flutter. Vanjie was so ridiculously attractive and Brooke couldn’t believe how he had gotten so lucky with his first actual boyfriend, the word still sounding weird in his mind, but Vanjie was worth it. He was the first person Brooke had met that he had even considered putting over his career, what he had called the true love of his life for as long as he had been an adult, but Vanjie was giving it a race for it’s money, and Brooke couldn’t pretend not to love it.

“Since you starting this laundry shit on the side.”

Vanjie gestured, and Brooke blushed, looking around the bathroom. He had hung up his t-shirts, all three of them drip drying from the shower rod, except the one he was wearing, his third pair of shorts and his bathing suit in the sink, his one hoodie still unused in his backpack.

“… No?”

“Just checking.” Vajie laughed, grabbing the band of his shorts and pulling him away. “Now come on, those cocktails ain’t gonna drink themselves, and I’m not waitin’ on you bitch!”

Brooke hadn’t spared the boy clothes he’d brought on board with him a single thought when he had thrown it all into a backpack, but if there was one fact he had learned from everything that had gone wrong in his adult life it was this very simple sentence. If he didn’t think of something as a problem - it usually was. That, and the growing uneasiness in his stomach, was the exact reason he was sure he was spiraling, and spiraling hard at that.

Brooke had never paid much attention to his boy wardrobe. He had never thought of his outfits for Brock as an artistic expression, had never related to any of the other reasons he had heard of why people cared so fiercely about what they wore. It was like he had known in the back of his mind that he would need all that energy and effort for Brooke one day. He could spend hours shopping online, looking at gowns and sketching things out either to make himself or to pay someone to construct without any trouble. Brooke was a work of art, each detail on her body placed there with care, precision and attention. Brock on the other hand?

Brock was happy as long as his boy self was covered and comfortable. That body was no more than a machine, carrying him where he needed to go, a container for his brain so he could make his sack of bones do the things he needed them to, whether that was doing a Grand Jete, dropping into a full split, walking en pointe, lip syncing on his head or spending an entire day in heels.

Brooke was watching Vanjie rehearse, Kameron next to him. They passed a two liter bottle of gatorade between them, taking swigs by the turn. He had struck up an unlikely friendship with Kameron, though it seemed like no one was surprised but himself. Kameron was a fellow Nashville queen, and while they had known of each other and even worked together, they had never gotten to know if each other this trip. Brooke found that it was easy to talk to the other queen, Kameron’s calm personality and their shared interest of bettering their workout routines giving them near endless supplies for conversations that could last hours if no one dragged them away. At times, much to their annoyance, they were forced apart by their respective significant others, Cracker often pulling Kameron aside when he was bored and left on his own. Vanjie was no better.

He spent so much time in drag, uncomfortable but gorgeous. So when he was just Brock, he prefered materials that allowed him to breathe, and allowed him to feel relaxed. He liked his shirts so worn in that they turned paper thin, shorts so used the material felt like butter, shoes practically walked to shreds. Sure, he was aware that he didn’t always look the most put together, but they were his clothes, and he knew they did the job.

Vanjie was doing a number, a remix with his infamous catchphrases scattered over the track. It was one of their fans who had made the track, and it had appeared in Brooke’s DM’s on Twitter one fateful day. Vanjie had been so excited he had practically bounced off the walls of their room the first time he heard it. He had FaceTimed his drag mother Alexis before he had even managed to listen all the way through, just so that she could hear it too, the two of them launching into the creation of choreography to go with it straight away. That had turned into a long night for Brooke, who had laid on their shared bed, the track playing on repeat for hours on end as Vanjie got all of his creative juices flowing. For days after he was haunted by the throbbing bass and “get those cookies,” bouncing of the walls within his head.

The beat of Vanjie’s song was loud and fast, fitting with his erratic movements. His moves were forceful, powerful, at once elegant and a testament to the unlimited energy that coursed within him. He looked amazing, the only piece of drag on him so far the heels. And the attitude, of course. There was always a particular attitude shift when he became her, and Brooke loved it nearly as much as he loved watching the reverse take place.

“She’s good.”

Kameron handed him the bottle of gatorade.

“She’s the best.”

Kameron smiled, and Brooke couldn’t help but notice what Kameron was wearing - a smart button up and black denim shorts. An actual outfit instead of the pregame comfort clothes Brooke prefered. Kameron looked nice.

In contrast, Brooke was wearing his grey shirt, a hole under the armpit that he had meant to get fixed suddenly embarrassingly obvious so he kept his arm close to his side, not wanting Kameron to see it. He loved the shirt he was wearing. He had had it on the first time he kissed Vanjie, and it was special to him, and a few holes couldn’t change that, though maybe it should have.

Brooke wasn’t used to feeling uncomfortable as a guy, even though he didn’t consider himself some great catch. He was true to himself, and that had turned out to be enough for the most part. As he sat watching Vanjie prance around stage, he let a long, frustrated sigh escape him. He sat squarely between people who made an effort, and even though he was a reigning queen, he had never felt more like a bum.

Slipping into Brooke Lynn’s skin after a day of anxiety itching under his skin felt like a blessing.

The majority of their season 11 sisters were backstage, getting ready for their gig that night. Ariel sitting next to Brooke as she put the final touches on her lashes. Brooke looked in the mirror when she was done, batting her eyes playfully and framing her face with her hands. Ariel rolling her eyes at her antics.

“When you feel your oats so hard you forget there are other oats there,” she said in a sing-song voice, and Brooke laughed vividly, red lips opening in a wide grin. She slapped the vanity table in front of them, the bottle of tequila that was placed there shaking slightly.

She was a few drinks in already, and they’d been passing that bottle around the dressing room since they had begun getting ready half an hour ago. The bottle was decorated with four or so different colours of lipstick, mixing into a unappetizing brown as they’d dried, and Brooke briefly wondered if making out with all of her sisters would produce the same nauseating color on her lips.

When Silky walked by, phone in hand, the camera pointed towards herself, Brooke grabbed her own. Brooke had never been hugely into social media, ballet taking up too much of her time, but after Drag Race, she had almost been forced online by VH1s staff of young hip interns. The key to an active fanbase was interaction with viewers, being accessible, and Brooke had never been one to turn down advice on success. She had taken to it like a fish to water, using both Instagram and Twitter like it was her second job, and in many ways, it was. Vanjie would sometimes help her out with getting the hang of everything, her boyfriend never more than two steps away from her phone.

Brooke picked up her phone as her laughter grew quiet, shooting Ariel a questioning look. A nod was all Brooke got and all she needed to know that Ariel was onboard. She opened instagram and launched a live, focusing the camera on her. She looked fucking good, stunning honey-blonde wig, red lips and her favourite red hoodie, bare chest underneath because of the heat, but mostly because she didn’t want the struggle of getting into full drag yet if she could avoid it.

“Hi guys!” Brooked grinned, waving her fingers and watching the viewer count rose steadily. She felt a surge of pride, her fans truly the best.

“Hiii!” Ariel smiled brightly beside her, leaning into the frame. “No one is going to be watching this. Not when the Silky show is on.”

“I know.” Brooke laughed, eyes fluttering to the queen on the other side the small space. “So I’m checking in for the day, we’re still on a boat, still floating around the-”

“We floating around Paradise!” Silky’s voice was loud as she abruptly entered Brooke’s frame, her own phone still firmly in hand. Silky’s eyes shifted between her phone and Brooke’s, before settling on her own as she continued to speak. “So I got three dicks and-”

“You got three dicks?” Brooke roared with laughter, Ariel close to tears next to her.

“I got three dicks in my inbox!” Silky continued undisturbed, kicking the leg of Brooke’s chair as she passed by. “They ready for a taste of this ganache!”

“Better with three dicks in the inbox than six on the dancefloor!” Ariel chimed in, sticking her tongue out as she tried to apply the last of her eyeshadow without being shoved over by Silky who was loudly telling her story of a Grindr hookup. “Just saying.”

“You would know.” Brooke elbowed Ariel, the other queen cursing her out loudly when the tiniest flicker of eyeshadow fell on her cheek at the action.

Brooke loved shooting these behind the scenes moments with her sisters, as she so rarely got the opportunity to really spend time with them. Her post Drag Race schedule was often so busy she barely even felt like she saw her cats. Sometimes she even felt like she barely saw Vanjie. Not that she got away with it; Vanjie was a lot louder than the cats when she was unhappy about something. The cruise, although she hadn’t been onboard - all puns intended - at the beginning, had turned out to be a true blessing in disguise.

“Who’s talking about dick?!”

Brooke would know that voice anywhere. The loud sound coming from the vanity that Silky has recently vacated on the other side of the room, Vanjie whipping around to look at the others. She was nearly done with her makeup, her lips a dark purple finishing off her look. Vanjie tapped her lips, a smile on her face, and Brooke felt it like a siren song to which she couldn’t help but reply.

“No one.”

Brooke rose from her seat, quickly heading towards her boyfriend. Brooke grabbed the bottle of tequila on the way, adding an extra sway to her hips as Vanjie watched her make her approach.

“You a lying slut.” Vanjie rolled her eyes at her. Brooke raising her brows and taking a swig from the bottle, nose scrunching at the horrible taste, but hey, she was on a cruise. She had to be at least a little drunk at all times. It was sea love.

“Hi Papi.” Brooke laughed, leaning over Vanjie’s shoulder so she was included in the shot, and gave her a peck on the lips.

“Mmh.” Vanjie deepened the kiss, Brooke giving a playful lick to Vanjie’s upper lip, which made Vanjie slap her on the shoulder.

“No!” Vanjie looked in the mirror, her lipsticked ruined. “You bitch!”

Brooke spared a glance to her phone, the messages coming faster and faster. The fans loved whenever she included Vanjie on her stream.

“Sorry babe.” Brooke leaned her head against Vanjie.

“Girl, I just did this.” Vanjie was complaining, adorable grumps coming from her, but she was smiling so Brooke knew she hadn’t actually fucked up. Vanjie gestured to her own face, a patch of purple smeared above her cupids bow. “I can’t believe you doing me dirty with this fucked up light and ruining my look.”

Vanjie took her lipstick off, Brooke giving her another color she accepted right away.

“I think you look perfect.” Brooke ran a hand through Vanjie’s boy hair, a move she would never have dared if she hadn’t known that Vanjie would be covering it with a wig cap in a matter of minutes. Brooke had messed with Vanjie’s hair once, and the dressing down he had gotten from one very angry tiny Puerto Rican made sure he had never even considered attempting it again. “Doesn’t she look absolutely perfect?”

“Who you talking to?” Vanjie looked up, smacking her lips. “This Instagram live?”

“Yes.”

“Follow me! Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, real life, at the grocery store who gives a shit, it’s all at VanessaVanjie!”

Brooke cracked up, Vanjie of course taking the chance to promote herself. She was the best PR manager Brooke had ever met, Vanjie launching herself into stardom, her boyfriend breaking 1 million followers before Brooke had, even though she was the one who had won Drag Race.

“You heard the lady!” Brooke gave Vanjie another kiss at her temple, leaving Vanjie behind as she answered a few comments, saying hi to fans and giving shoutouts to whatever country they came from, telling everyone that both she and Vanjie would love to go if they could get a local booker to fly them out.

“You all like my lipstick? Thanks! It’s Nyx Soft Matte Lip Cream in the shade Amsterdam - you could blow a man with this and still have perfect lips!” Brooke smiled. “And believe me…” she winked. “…I’ve done that bit of research myself.” The chat went insane, eggplant emojis and peaches getting thrown at her at an alarming rate, so Brooke launched onto the only comment that didn’t seem dangerously sexual.

“Yes it does match my hoodie!” Brooke smiled, pulling at the collar of her hoodie as she playfully poked out her tongue. “Thank you for noticing.”

Brooke was truly one of the luckier queens, her live streams usually free of drama and spectacle. Vanjie liked to tell her they were too pure and sweet, that she needs to ‘dirty’ it up. Lord knows Vanjie had tried her best to make it happen, making semi-clothed sneak appearances whenever she felt frisky, Brooke having to close her stream in a panic once or twice just to make sure her boyfriend’s dick didn’t end up online.

Brooke’s eye caught on a comment, her eyes narrowing as she read it. Thank god for her full-coverage foundation, as it almost hid her frown lines.

“Did I wear this hoodie on my last live?” She wondered out loud. Her eyes traveled the front of her body in a flash. She was wearing her favourite hoodie, the inside so soft and comfortable with how much she had worn it.

“And the one before that,” Silky breezed past her, lifting one hand to flick the zipper of Brooke’s hoodie. She turned to face the camera briefly, winking. Brooke huffed.

Brooke rolled her eyes at the camera, hoping her attitude transferred efficiently through the lens. She read the comments, her fans discussing loudly. It was amazing, really, how a single comment about her clothes evolved into an entire audience asking about her closet. And she had just been in such a good mood, too. “Of course I own other clothes!”

“Then why don’t you wear them?” Ariel muttered, and it was pure luck that Brooke even heard it. Now if she was really lucky, none of her audience caught that particular dig, but it went without saying that her life was not destined to be that easy, and soon she was flooded with comments along the lines of “shadeee” and one user even begging for a wardrobe tour. Brooke’s mind flickered to the t-shirts still drying on the shower rod, what a wonderful youtube video that would be. Brooke stuck her tongue out at Ariel, the camera catching her from the side as she extended her neck.

“I change my clothes every single day, thank you very much.”

“Does it count if you only have three shirts to switch between?” Ariel was smiling, her entire face lit up in obvious delight.

“Oh you wanna start bitch?” Vanjie cut in, and Brooke felt a second of dread, before Vanjie continued speaking, “Don’t you dare come for my man. I’m the only one who’s allowed to talk about his terrible wardrobe, besides, he still looking like a snack so who the fuck cares if he wears the same thing.”

“Obviously you don’t!”

The room erupted in laughter, and Brooke joined it, but it wasn’t quite the rambunctious laughter that she wanted it to be, the claws of anxiety sinking into her.

Brooke knew she was a late bloomer, that she took extra time to pick up on things, that he was often the last to get on a trend. It usually didn’t bother her. She knew who she was, but as everyone laughed at her, Vanjie even joining in she couldn’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, she actually had a problem. That she was somehow not worthy.

Brooke was staring into his closet. Looking at everything he owned.

He had lain awake all night, listening to the sounds of the ocean. Vanjie’s soft snores kept him from spiraling completely, the only reason he hadn’t flipped out on the man in his arms, Vanjie even more of a handful when drunk. Brooke had helped him out of his makeup and outfit before they collapsed into bed together, Vanjie loudly declaring himself queen of the world after she had premiered her new remix for the first time, everyone chanting “VAN-JIE VAN-JIE! VAAAN-JIE!” as she left the stage.

“Brock! Come on. Breakfast is waiting!”

“Just give me a second!”

Brooke sighed. His choice not getting any easier with a loud and demanding boyfriend growing bored on the bed, Vanjie getting dressed so fast Brooke wasn’t even sure he had ever been naked.

‘How did you get here Brock Hayhoe? You’re 33, and you have no idea how to dress yourself.”

Brooke had no idea what to put on, but he ended up slipping on his white shirt, at least somewhat confident in what he saw in the mirror when he turned back to Vanjie who had obviously been filming him, his boyfriend laying in bed.

“Put the black one on.”

“Why?”

“I want some photos of us on this boat, and if my fans see you in one more white shirt they’re gonna think I murdered you or some shit and you’re just copy pasted into my feed.”

Brooke laughed, the sound short and harsh to his own ears. A laugh of defense.

“Sure babe. No problem.”

Brooke made a beeline for Nina at breakfast, leaving Vanjie behind at the pancake station the moment they stepped into the cafeteria. He didn’t turn around, knowing that Vanjie would be looking confused, and he could not try to explain what was going on right now. He was hungry, but more desperate than anything else, and Nina was the beacon that he was going to steer his boat to.

“Nina, I need your help.” Brooke dumped down, startling Nina while A’keria barely even looked up from her bowl of breakfast.

“What happened to Good Morning honey?”

“I don’t have time.” Brooke almost grabbing the croissant out of Nina’s mouth to get his attention, A’keria snorting. Nina had been his friend for more than 10 years, and he trusted him more than most, if not all the people in his life.

“Unless it has something to do with sex, I don’t want to hear it.” Nina said resolutely, picking the dropped croissant back up and taking a large bite.

“I need new clothes.”

Nina choked, coughing around his mouthful of pastry.

“Excuse me?” he said as soon as he had cleared out his airway.

“Don’t give me that look.” Brooke crossed his arms, watching his friend.

“You kinda asking for the look, besides, where’s your man at? I haven’t had anyone yell at me yet and you’ve been here for an entire five minutes. Has Vanjie died?” A’keria took a sip of his coffee, watching the entire thing with amusement in his eyes.

“A’keria, you’re not helping.” Brooke turned to Nina. “Listen, I really need your help.”

“You, Brock Hayhoe, want new clothes?”

“Is it that out of character for me?” Brooke wrinkled his nose.

“Kinda is, babes.” Brooke looked over to A’keria, who was stirring around the sad remains of cereal in her bowl.

Brooke couldn’t believe it had taken him this long to realize just how desperate of a situation his boy self was in fashion-wise. Everyone else apparently already knew, and Brooke felt like an awkward teenager, once again forgotten when common sense had been handed out. He hadn’t even considered it be

“Oh, come on sweetheart.” A’keria fixed him with a knowing stare. “You’re not that stupid.” She put her bowl aside, leaning in, as if she was telling Brooke a secret. “Now I ain’t opposed to a man strutting his stuff if he got it, and honey, you do, but what you’re going for is anything but planned. You’re very pirate chic, very cruise appropriate.” Brooke nodded, listening along with his full attention. “But fashionable baby? Hell nah.”

Brooke knew A’keria was right, and he wanted to change it. Wanted to change it for Vanjie who obviously cared so much about it.

“I’ll help you Brooky Poo. Don’t you worry. Auntie Nina will be at your service as soon as she finishes her croissant.”

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #q tip #thedane #cruising for a bruising #s11 #canon compliant

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ladyfl4me · 5 years

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A,E,F,G,I,J,K,L,M,N,O,P,Q,R,S,T,U,V,W,X,Y,Z ;o

Okay *cracks knuckles* let’s go! F, M, and S have already been taken from this list, so feel free to send in... B, C, D, or H, I guess. Yeehaw. This is really fucking long.

A: How did you come up with the title to [TMWCIFTC]? -- It started, as many things do, as a bad pun. The novel The Spy who Came In from the Cold was a cold-war spy thriller, about a British spy who goes over to East Germany as an apparent defect, except he’s actually there to spread misinformation and fuck shit up. He falls in love, becomes disillusioned with his superiors, and is shot dead over the corpse of his lover after climbing over to the east side of the wall. Needless to say, this is nowhere close to what happens in TMWCIFTC. I chose it early on because of the literal meaning: there’s a moth(man), he’s coming in from the cold WV weather, boom shaka laka, we have a title. Over time, though, it’s evolved into another meaning. Indrid himself is coming in from an isolated, lonely existence: he’s rejoining the family that cut ties with him, he’s in love, he’s warm and safe. The moth sure did come in from the cold, and hopefully he stays that way.

E: If you wrote a sequel to [TMWCIFTC], what would it be about? -- Hm. Considering my entire TAZ fic career is a tangled hairball of sequels and prequels, I kind of have this base covered. At the moment, TCOS - aka The Children of Sylvain, the sequel to TMWCIFTC - is about three things: a Pine Guard road trip race against time and the feds, the Spanish Sylvan Inquisition That Nobody Expected (least of all Jake and Hollis, who have to set aside their differences and past conflicts to save Kepler - and who knows, maybe they’ll fall in love along the way), and Alexandra the Interpreter getting woke to Sylvan politics and doing what she can from the inside to change them. In other words, it’s going to be a massive sequel that is the finale of the Amnesty alternate universe I’ve created. It’s this series’ Endgame. (That reminds me, I need an actual title for this collection of stories I’m writing. The “Tin Cinematic Universe” doesn’t quite have the ring to it that I’d like.)

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? -- eh, it kind of depends. It’s like a buffering bar on Youtube videos. I outline what I can until I run out of ideas, then start writing, then add outlines to the end, until the outline is complete and I just have to keep writing.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)? -- I don’t have one for reading, but for writing, I fucking love structuring chapters around songs. Classical or otherwise, I love music. All my stories play in my head like a movie screen, and I just do my best to describe what I’m seeing in my head with an accompanying score. It’s not so much a guilty pleasure as it is a writing process. Frankly, I don’t think I actually have a guilty pleasure; the act of writing itself is all the happiness I need.

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic]. -- An alternate ending for The Devil Went Down To Georgia would be... interesting. It ended with Boyd-as-Jersey-Devil scaring the pants off some poor broke college kid, who stole his worthless fiddle; then he changed back, and he and Ned went on their merry way to go break into Aubrey’s house and send everything down the drain. If there was one thing that I could change in there, it would be how fast Ned ran. If he ran a little faster, he would have seen the alley; he would have witnessed Boyd turning into the Jersey Devil, or at least turning back into himself; and he’d get a very rude awakening as to what Sylvans are and that his partner (in crime, and everything that mattered) was a fucking cryptid. God, that’d be a fun AU to write. Who knows, I might go do that someday.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with? -- At the moment, the only angsty idea that I’m actually conceptualizing is a Hollis/Jake angsty breakup for TSG. (Spoilers, I guess.) I once wrote a very grimdark ending to TMWCIFTC where everyone fell through the ice and drowned. It wasn’t fun. I’ve also mentally killed off each Amnesty protagonist and NPC in various ways, but I never felt comfortable writing them down. I only write angst with a happy ending because those are the kinds of stories I need to hear.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? -- 9 times out of 10, I just throw it into the void. I write as much as I can in big chunks, and then kind of hope for the best. TMWCIFTC, for example, is a completely unedited, unbetaed vomit draft. I usually do a quick reread of my oneshots to catch grammar and spelling errors, but other than that I just trust myself that it’s fine.

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you? -- Can I get some kind of resolution for To the Edge of Night? Can I please get some kind of resolution for To the Edge of Night??? I was 14 chapters into that bastard before I a) became a more casual MCU fan and b) discovered TAZ. It was such a niche fic with such a niche structure - LOTR as galactic Asgardian propaganda to cover up Odin’s mistakes - that at some point I lost interest in it. I just saw Endgame though, so now I might get some inspiration for stuff to bastardize.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters? -- Characters. When coming up with character backstories, I can usually find ways to slot their lives together that necessitate a plot. I love character-driven stories, where their actions actually do shit and their words actually mean something, in favor of getting dragged along behind the plot like tin cans behind a car.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?) -- I’m definitely an architect, but in a really messy way. My friends can attest that I do an insane amount of planning for each story - often in their DMs, sorry about that, Fae, Cro, Indy and Aline 😬 - and all that usually ends up in a stream-of-consciousness rant outline on Google Drive. Knowing where the story is going helps me a lot, but the planning I do is definitely just building flower beds in which to sow seeds. Or building a greenhouse. I plan the bare bones of a story, and things get really wild within it, but it does follow a logical plot structure.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations? -- I have a lot of respect for the people who can successfully pull it off, but idk if i’d ever want to do one myself. I get really possessive of my stories and ideas and like to be the one in charge of their execution. That being said, some collabs have produced amazing stories. I don’t mind reading collab fics, but actually being in a collab grates on me more than it should.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence? -- I’m definitely influenced heavily by Neil Gaiman. I read American Gods and Good Omens a lot while I was trying to write TMWCIFTC; not only was it a good brain break, but I was able to pick up a lot of tips on scene pacing, concise yet expressive language, and character interactions. My creative wriitng professors have always told us to read so we know what to steal - not in terms of content, but in execution.

On the fanfic side, @miamaroo is a huge inspiration for me. I’ve been reading Northern Migration a lot recently, and I love how its canon divergence is so worldshaking and so complex, but is still familiar in nostalgic yet terrifying ways. I read it back in October, went, “Huh, I wanna do something that wild. And if miamaroo can do it then I sure as fuck can too,” and I started planning TMWCIFTC during that one month dead zone the McElroys took last year. Northern Migration is one of the best, most coherent, most stunning, and most incredibly written TAZ Balance AUs I’ve ever read, and if I hadn’t read it, I wouldn’t have been inspired to take the fuckall huge plunge into TMWCIFTC.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist? -- Bed sharing and cuddling, hand kissing, wrist kissing, whump, sympathetic villains. Canon divergent AUs are my absolute favorite things to both read and write. Anything that would turn me into Charlie Kelly slamming his finger on a bulletin board screaming, “CAROL,” is a fic I would give my life for.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand? -- Not a fan of a) woobification and b) flat villain characterization, to the point where the story is riding on villain tropes instead of an actual person or plot. Character nuance is always something I look for when I read. I don’t usually get bitter about tropes, though; some stuff, when subverted, works really well. I fully subscribe to don’t like, don’t read, don’t write, which is why I don’t write anything that warrants AO3 content warning tags or an Explicit rating, in favor of focusing on plot. Every author has a reason for what they write and how - be it their level of experience, personal preference, or simply the joy of writing something and getting it out there - and I respect that. Within reason, of course.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much. --

@miamaroo, for reasons I’ve already discussed. My favorite TAZ Balance author hands down. Read Northern Migration and give it the love it deserves, or I’m replacing all the faucets in your house with silly straws.

@transagentstern. Fae has a bunch of absolutely incredible fics and an amazing grasp on characterization. We come from the same place with AUs, in that canon is but the bare planks on which we put the drywall of our plot an characterization. They structure AUs and character backstories from the ground up in believable and emotionally raw ways. Also they have great music taste. I especially like their interpretation of Indrid in Moth to the Flame; he, like all the other characters in the story, is far from perfect, and his character arc is explored in relatable ways that I love to read.

@keplersheetz. Aline - theneonpineapple on AO3 - researches like a motherfucker and has a wealth of knowledge/experience/viewpoints to draw on, making author-author interactions with her an absolute delight. She’s also doing the lord’s work with rarepairs. Spin a wheel, find a ship, and she’s probably written for it or at least conceptualized it. Reading her character studies and stories of the old Pine Guard - aka Mama’s original crew, before the current PCs joined - is always a delight. I’ve also hashed out a lot of details for The Children of Sylvain, especially for Mr. Boyd Mosche, guilt-wracked Jersey Devil extraordinaire, with her help.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose? -- Not gonna lie, I’m fine with a lot of stuff that’s out there right now. It’s been a hot few months since I’ve actually stopped to read fic, but from what I recall, most of the fics I’ve read have done a good job of keeping things intact.

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones? -- The vaguer, the better. With really specific prompts, it usually feels as if the story’s been written for me already; with vague, general prompts, I have more agency to explore my own ideas. Some accompanying detail is usually nice, though. For example, the coffee shop/college/flower shop AUs that @transagentstern wrote are my ideal prompt for drabbles: premise, a little bit of open-ended detail, clear explanation of what’s going to happen while leaving the rest up to the imagination. Good stuff. If it’s for a long-form piece, though, I prefer full agency, or even just some time to lie facedown in the dirt and wait for an idea to strike me.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer. -- Yes.

Y: A character you want to protect. -- Tim.

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate? -- I do read lots of major character death, yeah, though not always for TAZ. There’s something cathartic about seeing a character die, but sometimes it sits wrong with me in ways that I don’t like. As for writing, I’d rather kill a character for a reason rather than for shock value/for the Feels, though said Feels can accompany the reason.

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